This day was turning out to be a horrible one.

I sat down on the floor and waited until Carlos arrived. The floor was covered in dust and the A/C vent blowing directly on the floor making the coldness seep through my pants. I mindlessly traced little patterns on the marble floor collecting dust under my nail. I couldn't move into my thinking position so I leaned my head back on the wall. My hands shook a little but I balled them up and tried to calm myself. I don't think I was mentally prepared to deal with this type of situation. I have worked these past 3 years and never had some psycho stalker after me. I don't even show up to the crime scenes until mostly everyone is gone only when they specifically ask for my assistance. I barely show my face around the precinct because they stuck me in the old part of the basement after the "scandal". And I can't help but think that I was putting the blame on myself, when the fault was with him. Morelli lay just a few feet from where I am only having the door as an added barrier. I don't know whether he's alive or not. He always did have a habit of showing up and ruin everything, but if he hadn't showed up I could be somewhere dead or captured somewhere no one could find me. But this one chance of gratitude would be the only one Morelli received from me. If he had not come in when he did, the circumstances could have ended up worst then it is. I hope he's ok.

I pulled out my phone and replayed the video; something about this man is familiar. He had to be someone that I at least encountered once. He knew his way around, and he seems to know my location wherever I end up. He knew about the old elevator that no one uses. Come to think about it, the entrance to that elevator is in a closet on the main floor. He could be an officer, someone from the contractor when they renovated, or someone with access with the building's blue prints. I'm just glad he doesn't know where I live and if so how to get into my dad's compound.

There was a knock on the door, I hurried to the window and was relieved to see Carlos's face as he was trying to get a look inside. I quickly unlocked the door and just stared at him. I watched as his eyes wandered over my body checking to see if I was harmed. He appeared to be calm but the slight wiggle of his fingers gave him away. I shook my head to let him know that I was fine and he pulled me into his arms squeezing me tightly. I placed my head on his chest listening to the quickness of his heartbeat almost as fast as mine. I breathed deeply taking in his scent, exhaling all the tension in my body. I took a chance and peered over his shoulder to look at Morelli. There were two officers rolling him over to check his pulse.

"He has a pulse but it's weak." A paramedic rolled in a gurney. They wheeled Morelli out the lab; he jolted a little when they accidently bumped into the door.

Carlos pulled back, "They need us upstairs; the building is on lock down."

I nodded my head and together we left my lab.

When we made it upstairs, it seemed like everyone was standing around the office surrounding the cubicles. The phones were ringing but the officers were crowding around talking to one another, some were just hanging off their cubicles looking around. Carlos and I made it towards the entrance before he stopped me. Eddie Gazarra walked in front of us and whistled to get everyone's attention.

"Listen up people, the building is on lockdown as of now. Approximately 30 minutes ago an unknown assailant gained access to the unoccupied elevator in the southwest corner of the building. We are unsure on whether or not he is still in the building." A projector screen was unrolled on the back wall, "Please take a look at the screen."

The video I recorded began to play along with a loud audio of my harsh breathing and whispering oh god over and over. Everyone's attention was on the screen when I got this weird sensation of being watched. I didn't want to look around and catch the attention of the person. So I mimicked the action of rubbing the back of my neck while casually looking around.

"Ok Babe?"

I turned into him and whispered, "He's still here, and I can feel him watching me."

Carlos intertwined our left hands and put them behind my back, "Stick close to me."

My stomach ached; I was becoming physically ill with this gut feeling. This impending dread of this guy watching me knowing that it's someone who works in the police station and probably has been watching me for the past 3 years.

"I see him," Carlos whispered into my ear as I made eye contact with the guy.

Wulf Grimoire, a homicide detective, stared back at me with a smirk on his face. I knew he looked familiar his cold dark eyes gave him away. Wulf became detective when I first started working at the police station. My first case involved a murder by arson, in which he assisted the lead detective on that case. He and I never really spoke nor interacted but he was always around lurking. I may have forgotten about him but I remember his eyes, they were like the eyes you see on dolls. Whenever I saw him on my way down to the lab his eyes would follow me. I always thought that maybe he was a little shy and quiet, and also a bit weird.

The loud murmur of voice brought my attention back to the front. The video was paused on Wulf's face. Everyone in the front who had paid attention slowly looked around. He was recognizable but no one really was friends with him. He was one of those loner types that could do their job but would not socialize afterwards.

Eddie was looking at me with a panic expression; his eyes kept darting to my left. I nodded my head at him confirming that I understood. I glanced over and there he stood. Wulf had slowly made his way towards me when I was searching for him. There were two other cops between us but somehow Carlos was slowly moving us towards the exit.

"Stephanie Plum." His voice was deep and raspy.

"Wulf Grimoire."

"Waited awhile for this and nothing is going to stop me from taking what I want."

"And what's that?"

"You."

It was eerily quiet as everyone watched us. Some of the officers stood at attention with their hands on their guns ready to shot. No one made a move we just waited to see what he would do next.

"Why?"

"Why you ask? Because I can." He pulled out a device and lifted it up. In his hand there was a grey panel with black buttons. He titled his head at me and smiled. That was the first time I have seen him smile and it was creepy. He pressed one of the buttons and his smile seemed to get bigger. There was pause before we could hear something like air being released. And slowly the ground was filling up with this gas like fog.

Carlos went into action. Bodies started to fall as he ran us out the doors, I don't know if it was instinctual but I held my breath as we were moving. I could tell that I inhale some of the gas because I was feeling fatigue.

We made it to a black SUV before Carlos guided me into the passenger seat. "Get in babe."

I saw Carlos jog to the driver side with his gun in his hand. The front door opened to the police station. Wulf walked out with a gas mask covering his face. He was walking down the steps when Carlos started to shot. The first shot he just jerked and kept walking towards us, he must have on a bulletproof vest. The second shot went to his arm, the third shot went to his knees, and he went down.

Carlos got in the car, "I don't know how long I can stay awake. The car is basically armor, but I'm going to call backup just in case. You're safe in here as long as the doors are locked."

He proceeded to lock the doors and started making phone calls. I was stared out the windows trying to fight to stay awake. Carlos had gone quiet so I looked over at him and he had passed out. He may have inhaled more then he thought he did. I sat up trying to adjust the seat and looked around. Wulf wasn't laid out of the steps in front of the police station. I scooted forward in the seat to get a good view and looked around. There was a trail of blood coming towards the car.

Sudden a bloody hand appeared at the window. A second later Wulf's grinning face was looking at me.

I screamed.

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