2006

The last two weeks had gone by in a blur for Harper Prentiss. She had dealt with a hectic schedule at the hospital and had received two envelopes from an anonymous stalker. The photos contained her doing things like talking on the phone, having lunch with friends or coworkers, and working at the hospital. And each envelope always contained a note saying, 'You're next'.

Harper knew after receiving the first letter she should have contacted her mother but also knew she'd have to go over the sheriff's head to get the BAU involved. She liked the sheriff, he'd allowed her to work on a few cases here and there when she had some down time.

Though now the police department was dealing with two murders and current abduction. Which felt linked to her current situation. Harper had learned the two girls that were killed had similar envelopes sent to them and after making a comparison on the handwriting, Harper knew that soon she'd have to contact the BAU.

As Harper walked home, down the dime lite gravel path, she was more on edge than normal as she neared her apartment. Though it felt like her normal Monday after getting off her 72 hour shift at the hospital, she knew it was anything but that. As she reached the stairs, making it to the second floor of her building, she slowed, feeling as if someone was watching her.

She turned around quickly, scanning the hallway and noticed nothing out of the ordinary. Turning back, she quickened her pace towards her apartment door, which read 218 on the door in gold numbers. Pulling out her keys carefully, so that she didn't appear panicked, she unlocked her door in a quick fluid motion.

And just before walking inside the safety of her apartment, Harper took one last look outside before slamming the door closed, locking her dead bolt and disarming her security system before rearming it once again.

Relaxing against the door, Harper placed her hand over her heart, feeling the muscle about ready to burst from her chest. After a few deep breaths, she glanced outside the peep hole, looking at every visible inside the hallway of the apartment complex.

Once again noticing nothing out of place, Harper took another deep, calming breath before she began checking the apartment. After having reassured herself that no one was inside, she began her normal routine. Taking off her white sneakers, and placing them along with her keys, purse, and her hospital badge where they could easily be located the next time she was on duty at the hospital.

Once that was over, still standing near the door, Harper grabbed her mail from her purse and began walking to the couch to go through it. She sat down on her love seat and went through each piece of mail. She turned on the TV to the local news station, giving her some background noise, before going through the stack of mail.

Seeing the normal bills, check card offers and the occasional coupon from her favorite stores, she noticed the distinct cream envelope. Just like the last two, it was handwritten with her name on the front, without her address, return address and lack of postage.

She once again checked over the envelope for signs of harm, as she had done with the first two, and after pulling on some spare latex gloves, opened it. She once again saw the pictures of herself, different from the ones before, staring back at her. She had been sure to keep track of everything in her surroundings over the last few days and had still failed to notice any one taking the photos. This didn't give her quiet the chills as the first envelope had but the text on the note was new.

'See you soon' it read. Harper couldn't stop the chills going down her spine. She knew that she had to do something about this.

Harper had placed a call to Hank Torres, a deputy she'd worked with. After hanging up Harper went through her contacts once again before landing on one in particular. As she pressed the send button, she listened to the phone ring as she got up from the couch. She double checked every room and the front door, trying to calm herself down.

She had talked to her friend Hank Torres about the letters as she received them but he could do nothing about it until physical harm or a broken law came about. Harper knew however that was only a matter of time and if her hunch was correct and this was anything like the last two girls who had been killed and the third who had been kidnapped. Then she needed to act now. She checked the front door for a third time, as the phone rang once last time before she heard it picked up.

"Hello?" a female voice came from the other end of the line.

"Is this Jennifer Jareau from the Behavioral Analysis Unit?" Harper asks, checking the phone number she had dialed, nerves getting the best of her.

"Yes this is, may I ask who's calling?" JJ asks sounding professional.

"My name is Harper Prentiss, I'm Emily's daughter. I think in the next 72 hours someone is going to try to kidnap and murder me" Harper says.

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