"Ok, so how long has it been?" Stiles asked as Scott rummaged through the cupboards.

"Weeks. He hasn't gotten back to any of my texts"

"Has Derek ever returned your texts?" I pointed out.

Scott paused, obviously thinking about it. "Once. Definitely once. But this time it felt different. So I went to the loft. The alarm was on. Everything looked okay. But then I found these" he held up a jar. "So I sent a picture of it to Deaton. He said that it's the mark of a family of hunters based out of Mexico. The Calaveras"

"What would they want with Derek?" I frowned.

"You don't think they killed him, do you?" My brother questioned.

Scott shook his head. "I-I don't know" he looked over at Lydia. "That's why you're here"

Scott pushed the jar over to her and we watched as she placed her hand into it. When she pulled it out, her hand was filled with shell casings. Lydia released them from her hand and they dropped onto the metal table, making a loud crash.

"Lydia, what? Is he dead?" Stiles asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"No" she said. "But I'm not sure he's alive either"

"What does that mean?" Scott said, looking just as confused as I felt.

"I don't know. There's something not right. I just- I don't know" she said.

"So if the Calaveras have him, how do we find them?" I queried.

Scott reached over and picked one of the shell casings up, studying it.

"Mexico"

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A/N

Sliding into season 4 like