Chapter One

Fan Mail

Malibu, CA

10:30 PM

"Here she comes!"

"Aurora! Over here!"

"Look over here!"

"What are you doing this evening?"

"Come on smile pretty for the camera!"

The paparazzi were all over the place. Camera flashes were going off in every direction. A long black limo pulled up and the paparazzi closed in. the driver hopped out of the car and ran to the passenger door.

"Miss Farraday, hurry and get in!" the driver shouted as he opened the door. She jumped into the limo. The driver closed the door and ran back to the driver seat. Once he was inside they drove off into the night.

"Thank you Gregor. You're a life saver," Aurora Farraday sighed with relief.

They arrived at Aurora's home. Gregor drove through the gate and up the long driveway. He parked the limo in front of the large mansion. Aurora got out of the limo and headed inside.

"Good evening miss. How was your shopping trip?" the butler asked as he took her coat and bags.

Aurora smiled, "it was good, I enjoyed myself. Until the paparazzi showed up. Did anything come in the mail today Oden?"

"Just some fan mail your agent brought by. Except one letter, it was sent directly to the house," Oden replied.

"Thank you, I'll be upstairs," Aurora took the letters and headed up the stairs to her library. She sat down at her desk and started to go through the mail. Every letter was from an adoring fan. Then she opened the letter that was sent to the house. This letter was different.

My Dearest Rory,

I have loved you since the very first day we met. I have missed you so much. You are my one and only true love. I can't bear to be away from you any longer. We will be together soon. I will do anything to be with you again.

M.A.S.

Aurora dropped the letter. This was no ordinary fan, this was more than a fan. How did he know her home address? This person knew her, personally.

5 weeks later…

Behavioral Analysis Unit

Quantico, VA

8:30AM

The agents were all gathered in the conference room. J.J came through the door and passed out files to the other agents.

"Alright, Malibu, California. A young singer, Aurora Farraday, is being stalked. Or, at least she and her management believe this to be true. She started receiving letters, gifts and flowers," J.J explained, but was interrupted.

"So she's getting fan mail. What makes her think she's being stalked?" Morgan questioned.

"All of Aurora's fan mail is sent to a P.O. Box her manager set up. That is the only address that is given out to fan sites and web pages. But, the letters and gifts that are worrying her have been sent directly to her house," J.J finished.

"Why are we being called in so early? Has there been physical contact?" Hotch asked.

"All of the letters and gifts have been very personal. If you read through the letters you can see that he knows her somehow. The police have nothing. No prints or DNA, he's very careful. With Aurora's celebrity status they don't want anything happening to her. So, they're asking for our help. Aurora is starting to worry, she's really spooked," J.J replied.

"Do they still have all of the gifts?" Reid asked.

"Yes, her agent kept everything," J.J answered.

"Okay, tell them we'll take the case. Wheels up in ten," Hotch stated and left the room.

Malibu, CA

12:30 PM

The agents finally landed in California. They got off the jet and into several black SUVs. The entourage was escorted by a squad car. The squad car brought them to a lavish, Malibu mansion. The front gate was swarming with paparazzi. The gates opened and the agents were allowed past the gate. They drove up the long driveway and parked in front of the house. All of the agents exited from their vehicles. They stood in the driveway and looked up at the mansion, they were in awe.

"Damn, what do her parents do for a living? They must do pretty well for themselves to own this," Morgan gasped.

J.J shook her head, "no, this is all hers. Her parents live in New Hampshire. For 23 I'd say she's doing well for herself."

They finally headed inside. As they walked through the front door they were greeted by a man in a designer suit.

"You must be from the FBI. My name is Patrick Lewis, I'm Miss Farraday's agent and manager," Patrick greeted.

"Hello, I'm agent Aaron Hotchner. These are agents Rossi, Prentiss, Morgan and Dr. Reid. And Jennifer Jareau our communications liaison," Hotch explained.

"Thank you all for coming. Aurora is pretty shaken. Nothing like this has ever happened before," Patrick explained.

Hotch nodded, "I'd like to go over every letter and gift that has been sent. I'm also going to have two agents speak with Aurora."

"Of course, everything sent over the last five weeks is at my office. She didn't want any of it in the house. And Oden will take your colleagues up to Aurora," Patrick replied.

"Very good," Hotch stated and looked toward his team, "Reid, Emily, you go and talk with Aurora. Morgan and Rossi come with me. J.J look into the press and paparazzi, see what they know."

With tasks given out, the agents went their separate ways. The butler led Spencer and Emily up the stairs and into the library. Aurora was sitting by the fireplace. Oden shut the door and the two agents walked up to Aurora.

"Miss Farraday, my name is Emily Prentiss and this is Dr. Spencer Reid. We're from the FBI, we just need to ask you some questions if you're up to it?" Emily spoke calmly, she didn't want Aurora to feel pressured. Aurora already looked uneasy.

Aurora nodded, "sure, what would you like to know?"

"When did you receive the first letter?" Reid asked.

"Five weeks ago, it was a Tuesday night. I had just come home from a shopping trip. Oden had given it to me with all the other fan mail. I wouldn't had been so spooked if it was sent through the fan mail address," Aurora answered.

"And when did you receive your first gift?" Emily questioned.

"Uh, two days after that. It was a diamond bracelet, the only thing that came with it was a small card with the initials M.A.S on it," Aurora's voice started to shake.

Reid put his hand on her shoulder, "I know this is difficult, but all of this information will help us find your stalker."

Aurora smiled, "thank you, I know. This whole thing is just very unsettling. I just like to sing and make music. I never thought something like this would or could happen to me. I mean, the paparazzi I can take. But someone who wants me so bad he has to stalk me, that's not what I signed up for."

"We're going to do everything we can to find him," Emily reiterated.

Lewis Talent Agency

1:00PM

"Okay, this is everything. Every letter, every note and gift he has ever sent. But not the flowers, they obviously didn't last. We do have pictures of the flowers, we document everything. She has also received a diamond bracelet, and emerald tear drop pendant, several bottles of perfume and boxes of truffles," Mr. Lewis explained.

"Well, the unsub is wealthy," Rossi suggested.

"Or a thief," Morgan grunted.

"These gifts seem very personal. Are those the kinds of things Aurora likes?" Hotch asked.

"Well, her birthstone is an emerald, the perfume he sent is the same kind she always wears. As for the flowers and chocolates; he sent purple roses and orchids both are her favorite and the truffles are her number one choice of sweets. But the bracelet isn't something she discussed openly," Mr. Lewis responded.

Morgan shook is head, "damn, he knows an awful lot about her. How could he know so much?"

Mr. Lewis shrugged, "most of that information can be found on multiple fan sites, the tabloids, ect. Her bios are pretty much everywhere. As far as the bracelet and exact brand of perfume, I don't know how he could've known that."