Day 102:

"And...who's there!" Stan shouted as he opened the door to the hall bathroom of the second story, a baseball bat held over his head. He shuffled inside, opened the closet, and held the bat up again. "Who's there!"

This had become routine for the older man, sneaking through every room in the house with a bat to make sure there was no one lurking anywhere. Pacifica was lounging on the couch, watching him. She was grateful that he was so willing a thorough in protecting her. At the same time, though, she was upset he even had to be there, looking out for her. Pacifica sighed as she ran her hands over her belly. By now her pregnancy was quite obvious. There was still no movement, but all the Dr.'s visits said that the baby was healthy. Pacifica smiled and began humming softly to her baby.

Stan finished his rounds, sat down on the seat next to Pacifica's couch and flipped on the T.V.

"How ya feelin' doll?"

"Okay," Pacifica said. "Didn't find anything."

"Nope, maybe the creep really did get scared off," Stan said.

Pacifica opened her mouth to say something, when she notices something, the light bouncing off something outside the window. Pacifica squinted and stared. It was a lense. A camera lense. And someone using it. She screamed and pointed. Stan looked where she was pointing. He didn't even bother going out the door, he raced to the window, threw it open and jumped out on the roof with the camera man.

"Hey!"

The cameraman ran off.

"Get back here you creep!" Stan shrieked as he chased after him, bat in hand. Mabel and Wendy, with Logan on her hip, raced from downstairs.

"What happened?" Wendy asked.

"He was taking pictures of me, right there!" Pacifica trembled as she screamed and pointed to the open window.

"Mabel, call the police," Wendy handed Logan to Pacifica and raced outside to her truck. She took her tire wrench out of her trunk and raced after Stan and the stalker.

"Paz-Paz, you okay?" Logan asked as he gently wrapped her tears away. Pacifica hugged the little boy.

"I'm okay, Logan, I'm okay."

"Hello?" Mabel asked. "Hello, yes, officer? He's here! The stalker, he was taking pictures on my roof!"

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Deputy Durland finished taking DNA swabs of the roof.

"...and you didn't get a look at his face?" Sheriff Blubs asked.

Pacifica shook her head. "No, I didn't."

The door opened and Stan and Wendy walked back in.

"He got away," Stan muttered.

"Sorry, Pacifica," Wendy sat next to the younger woman and set an arm around her.

"Mrs. Pines, we'll stay here to keep a look out for this guys while the DNA tests are running. If we don't catch him tonight though, I may suggest you move somewhere else."

"I'll call Soos," Stan said. "If nothing else you can stay in the basement. No windows, only one way down."

Pacifica nodded shakily as Mabel sat next to her and hugged her.

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Dipper yawned as he walked to the front desk to get his hotel key. He'd passed both of his Lizzie Borden classes with A+'s. Now they were at the third location, the Waverly Hills Sanitorium. Well, technically he was at the motel they were staying at during this time. He made his way up to the second floor where his room was. Once he was finished here, he'd be halfway done. Halfway to being able to go back done.

He had a faint smile on his face. George was gone. Pacifica had had no more incidences with her stalker, everything was-

He opened the door, and his heart sank. The walls, floors, bed, table, television, were covered with pictures of Pacifica and articles. Dipper pulled off some of the articles.

"How extreme stress causes miscarriages…"

"Miscarriages after falling down stairs…"

"Poisons that will kill the baby but not the mother…"

Pacifica's pictures weren't from social media. They were pictures of her going about her day-to-day life in Gravity Falls. Words in red ink were written all over the pictures.

One was of her drinking water at Lazy Susan's. The words written over it read:

"I could poison your wife right here, but I didn't."

There were several like this.

"I could shoot her."

"I could snatch her away."

"I could push her down the steps and run away before the cops were even called."

There was a note in red paint written on the walls.

"If you don't want the next note to be written in your wife and baby's blood, you'll drop the charges."

Dipper's insides grew cold. George and the stalker in Gravity Falls were working together. He stepped outside and dialed a number.

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Sheriff Blub's phone rang. "Hello?...What?...You think so?...Alright, call the cops out there, and let's see what we can do here…"

He hung up. Pacifica was staring at him with scared eyes.

"Mrs. Pines, there's been an interesting development…"