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"What do you think?", Hotchner asked Rossi. They were standing in the BAU's conference room, looking at the board where they had collected what they knew about Jamie Talbot and her stalker so far.

"There aren't that many people close enough to her to know her every step. We're looking at a very limited circle of suspects: No steady boyfriends, just a one-night-stand now and then. She's got an agent who arranges meetings with customers for her, she regularly exchanges e-mails with the pastor who almost got her off the road and there's this particular client who calls her in every other week. Garcia is already collecting information about them…"

"That's not what I'm talking about", Hotchner said. "Do you really think your method of interrogation turned Jamie Talbot into the nervous wreck she is today? What does that say about our work?"

Rossi shook his head. "It cost me a night's sleep, but after all I think the interrogation was the trigger, not the cause of her problems. I'm sorry for triggering something like that, desperately sorry, but we can't be gentle all the time. A life was at stake. Maybe at least we can help her now. Let's do some dream interpretation." Her turned to Reid who had just entered the room: "What do doors mean? I know dream interpretation is not the most exact of all methods, but it's worth a try."

"Doors usually have a sexual meaning. They often represent body openings", Hotchner mused.

"Yes, but this particular door is closed and there are voices coming from behind, urging her to open it. Many dream interpreters classify blue as the color of truth, did you know that? This points to some suppressed memory", Reid explained.

"I talked to the family and the parents said that at the age of five they told Jamie that Jeremy wasn't her real father. It shocked her deeply and even in much later years she didn't want to hear a thing about that matter. She simply ignored the facts, repeating over and over again that DNA or not, Jeremy was her father and nobody else", Rossi said.

"Did she ever try to contact her real father?", Reid asked. Rossi negated that. "In this case the woman and the girl in her dreams could represent Jamie herself in various stages of her life. They might symbolize her subconsciousness, urging her to accept her descent and allow thoughts on her real father", the young doctor concluded.

"That's a lucid explanation for the dreams. Gideon and me constantly demanding the truth from her during the interrogation sessions might have prompted her mind to develop the picture of the door. But what about the stalking? Why Jamie and why in the very same moment when she was about to rebound?"

Meanwhile the other members of the team had filed into the room. "Somebody obviously enjoys scaring her", Hotchner began. "Maybe the pastor likes to be needed."

"Somebody likes her helpless", Prentiss contributed. "Maybe her agent wants to keep her dependent on him."

"Somebody likes her insane", Morgan added. "Maybe this client who calls her so often gets a kick from seeing her in mental disarray."

Rossi wanted to say something, but just then Garcia came breezing in, waving a sheet of paper excitedly. "This came in from Las Vegas PD only a moment ago. One of the cops there coincidentally stumbled over a witness who stated that he had been paid to place the blue pillow on Jamie Talbot's driver's seat."

"Sweetheart, you're the best!", Morgan exclaimed. "Who is it?"

"The witness is one of the hotel's parking attendants. He was caught with some dew and tried to save his ass with his statement."

"Yes, but who paid him?", Rossi asked impatiently.

"The attendant was contacted via e-mail", Garcia said with a sparkle in her eyes.

"Baby girl, you can surely find out who sent the e-mail, can't you?", Morgan purred.

"I thought you might like to watch", she smiled, beckoning them to follow her into her office. "This is a piece of cake", she told them. Two minutes later they knew the stalker's identity.

"Oh no…", Reid hissed.

"I get the jet ready!", JJ shouted and rushed out of the room.

"I call the local police, you call Jamie on her mobile!", Hotchner told Rossi, who was already hectically punching numbers into his cell phone.