Chapter 9: A Father's Death

Summary:

Bad news hits Portland.

The death of a Grimm shocks Stiles' core.

Chapter Text

Nick POV:

We can't find Styles. It's like he disappeared off the face of the freaking Earth. he won't answer his cell phone. We can't track anything because he's staying at a hotel. I don't even know where he visits on his off time. We don't really know anything about the kid. It's almost like we're setting up a police investigation.

I t's been two days and he has not come back to work nor contacted anyone. Sooner or later we're going to have to contact his dad. Hopefully, this does not turn into a missing person case especially considering I'm probably part of the reason why he's missing. I had to tell the captain. Since the captain was friends with his father I'm sure he feels somewhat responsible for Stiles as well since his father entrusted him with his kid basically. I wonder how they became friends. But I chose not to ask.

Renard POV:

He was a Grimm. He was a Grimm this whole time. The resistance had hold of a Grimm. I wonder why they never told anyone. Or maybe I was never high enough clearance or something. I always assumed he was just a wesen. But he was a Grimm.

What's the point of sending me his child? Did he know his child was a Grimm? John stilinski is a Grimm. I wonder how he kept it hidden for so long. I need to contact him now that Stiles is missing. Now there are two Grimms in Portland there's going to be some trouble starting. Also, that kid will have a hell of trouble adjusting considering all the wesen mess that's going on right now.

I decided to just call him. I still have the number saved that he called me to ask if styles could stay and work here. It rang for a few minutes and a woman picked up.

"Hello?"

"Is this Stilinski?" I asked curiously as to who the woman would be.

Did he get married? I had no idea about any part of this personal life. we're more like acquaintances than good friends.

"Oh my, are you a friend of his? Did you not hear he had a heart attack and passed away. It just happened this morning. His health had always been declining recently, he just never said anything to anyone. I'm sorry for your loss."

The woman on the other end of the phone said.

What? He's dead there's no way Stiles knows. How could he do that to his son? Oh God, this is going to be a nightmare.

Once I said goodbye to the lady on the phone I called Nick Hank and Wu into my office.

"We have some bad news. I just called Stiles' father to let him know that his son had gone missing. And I just found out he died this morning from a heart attack. It could be why he's becoming a Grimm so soon." I tell them.

"Damn does the kid even know? I'm assuming he's not been using his phone so he's not being tracked. But that means that his father is dead and he doesn't know. I hate to think what he would do when he does find out. I think we have to find the kid like yesterday." Says Hank.

"Which is why we need to find him now. Put off all your other work and find styles. And not just because he's a Grimm but because he should know what happened to his father. His father was a good man. And there is a high chance that he could have been a Grimm as well." I instructed them to move out.

Stiles' POV:

It's been two days since I ran.

I get a call on my phone from the hotel. It says there's been a package delivered. I can't go there because if I go there then the cops will definitely find me and it like 5 seconds. So I called the hotel using Daniel's phone and I told him to deliver the package to the shop. Once they checked it was actually me who was making the call they agreed and said it would be delivered later today.

It's now later today and sitting in front of me is 3 giant trunks. Who the fuck is sending me three giant trunks? It also came with a letter and a tan envelope folder. Before I even tackled into the trunks I decided to open the letter and oh boy.

My mind blanks. this stupid letter says that my father died. it's definitely his handwriting but...but...I can't. He was alive a few weeks ago. I thought he was doing healthy. He was fine. He still had so long to live. Right? Right? I can't my brain it won't properly work this out. I put the letter back down and just sit there.

I must have spaced out for hours. Because the next time I looked around it was dark and cold. I wanted to feel something but inside I was just devastated. There's not really words to describe losing a father. My heart aches and I couldn't even be there to see him. I think at some point I pass out because the next thing I know I'm being shaken.

Someone must be trying to wake me but I don't really want to wake up right now.