Derek Morgan was unusually pleased with himself. He would never consider himself a prideful person, but today, he was just on his game. Waking up a half hour early for no reason, feeling totally refreshed, he had decided to make himself an unusually large breakfast and be a little early to work today.

That'll surprise everybody. I don't remember the last time I was early to work. He thought smugly.

Softly humming a song to himself, he made his way to the mounds of files on his desk. So much for a great morning. He thought sarcastically.

To be honest, Derek Morgan wasn't sure if he had ever been the first one in to work. Hoping Garcia would come in soon so that he could softly surprise her, he waited as he finished up some of the small consults that JJ had left for him.

He was interrupted by JJ and Hotch darting to Hotch's office. Hmm, that's odd.

"Hey, where's the fire?" Morgan chuckled as the two startled FBI agents turned to him.

"Morgan, you're the expert on obsessional crimes. JJ--"Hotch started, rushing over to his desk.

"No, Hotch. It's not a big deal. I think you're overreacting. I overreacted. We don't need to tell everybody."

"Don't need to tell everybody?"Hotch looked at her increduously. "Some person has been sending you gifts for months. I have 'suddenly' had several technological devices mysteriously break or be destroyed. You have also had similar devices break, but they are always replaced. This morning you thought someone moved your towel. I don't think I am overreacting at all. I think we need to bring the team in on this. Make this our next case." Hotch finished definitely.

"Hotch, we've got way more pressing cases than some guy following me around. Morgan can help, I'd just really like to keep this private." JJ pleaded.

Morgan was baffled. "What kind of gifts have you been getting, JJ?"

"Flowers. An ipod. A new cellphone. Suff like that." JJ said uncomfortably.

"I agree with Hotch. We need to bring everybody in on this. JJ, why didn't you say something sooner?"

"Umm, I kind of thought they were from Hotch. He never signed his name. Look, can we not tell everybody? I really don't think its a big deal."

"Don't think what's a big deal?" Emily asked coming up from behind Hotch and JJ, surprised that Morgan was at the office so early.

"JJ's got a stalker." Morgan said unsensitively

Emily's startled expression would have been funny under different circumstances. "What's going on?"

"You know all of that stuff in my office? It's not from Hotch." JJ explained as Emily's eyes grew large.

"I think we need to bring the full team on this. But JJ says we're overreacting." Hotch explained

"Why are you overreacting?" Spencer Reid joined the group, his ever present coffee laid on his desk as he took off his saddlebag.

"Some guy has been giving JJ stuff for months." Emily explained.

"What are you doing here so early? Normally you don't show up for another 23 minutes." Reid looked at Morgan questioningly.

"Umm, I kind of think there are more important things to worry about than why I'm here 23 minutes early." Morgan mocked

"Hey, why didn't I get an invite to this party?" Garcia asked as she walked through the bullpen to her office.

"FINE! We might as well tell the whole team, everybody already knows. Where is Rossi?" JJ asked grumpily

"Who's asking?" Rossi walked through the doors carrying a large stack of files and a cup of coffee.

"Briefing in 5." JJ said shortly cutting off discussion from the group.

James was on an all time high. Jennifer had been mere feet...no, inches away from him. The smell of her shampoo permeated his nostrils. It had been easy for him to follow them, to get up to the roof of the building, and then sneak in through the fire escape. Even though it was a loft apartment, it wasn't that hard for him to hide beneath the ledge once she was out of the shower. He couldn't help himself, the smell of her towel was too much for him to handle. The towel was hanging there... so unkempt. He compulsively folded it, knowing that she would feel his presence in the room. He couldn't spend to long with her, the other man would get jealous. Their relationship was definitely moving on to the next level.

Now it was time for him to meet her family.

Aaron Hotchner was beside himself. Her father had really only asked one thing from him. To protect her. That's all he had to do. Here he was, an FBI agent, and he couldn't even protect her. I didn't even notice. He was a profiler. He should have been able to see what was going on, but he missed it. He, Aaron Hotchner, completely missed it. Sitting alone in his office, supposedly answering calls before their briefing, he couldn't think of much else. I missed it!

The team quickly gathered in the conference room to a table full of stuffed animals, several boquets of flowers, and more than a dozen cards evenly spaced. As they took their seats, JJ began.

"I really don't think this is deserving of the entire team, but it seems I've been overruled." She said smiling. Had she not been in a room full of profilers, one would think that she thought this was just a little annoyance. Her friends, however, saw right through her--seeing how scared she really was.

"I first started receiving gifts shortly after the first case after Hotch and I got married. First it was flowers, then it became more expensive gifts--an ipod, new cell phone--all after my original stuff got broken. I've noticed that my chair is often at a different level, I just thought that the cleaning crew mixed it up every night. Last night, I realized Hotch wasn't sending me this stuff" JJ explained

"We decided to crash at Sean's house in DC. He has a loft apartment, it was early and he was out of town so I thought we could get in and out without being seen." Hotch explained

"JJ, this is really serious. It seems that he's escallating, but--" Morgan's inquisitory statement was cut off by Rossi, who prodded.

"What else JJ?"

"It's stupid, really." She said dismissively, and then with a large sigh continued, "this morning I was in the bathroom, and someone moved my towel." Upon seeing the doubtful looks from her colleagues she continued, "Look. I put my towel in the same place every morning. Even when I'm in a different place, I always leave it on the hook or shelf closest to the bathroom door. Always. This morning, it was folded up on the vanity after my shower. I know I didn't put it there."

"It seems like a rapid escallation, I agree with Morgan. Have you noticed anything else weird?" Reid looked to Hotch and JJ. "Like have your gas tanks been more empty than they should, felt like someone is watching you, something like that?" He asked.

"There's been a white sedan parked across our street several times." Hotch said with a flash of inspiration.

"We've had flat tires more than normal, but I've always called AAA."

"Garcia, go check with AAA and see if they've recieved any calls from us." Hotch commanded.

"Right on it bossman." Garcia began typing furiously on her laptop. "It says that you guys have been members since 2004, and....zilch. Nothing. They haven't gotten anything from you since JJ got a flat tire in Roanoke."

"He probably just intercepted the calls" Emily pointed out, "you can do that with simple equipment from Radio Shack, right Garcia?"

"Rightie-oh Miss Smartie Pants, I can obviously do a better job, but it would certainly serve your purpose."

"Morgan, what do we know about this type of Unsub?" Rossi asked

"Well, we'd usually classify this type of Unsub as a preferencial offender. They usually have two types the most common is an unsub with low birth status who looks up to someone, usually of a higher status, that he sees as loving him. What we need to watch out for is the opportunist. This would be an unsub who knows that he isn't rational, but is attempting to convince himself otherwise. With an opportunistic unsub, he is usually upper class and would have the means to carry out just about anything. He would see the object of his affection as his equal and will whatever necessary to get them together." Morgan explained.

Seeing the blood rush from JJ's face, Emily quickly responded, "JJ, maybe you should go wait in your office. We may need you to see if anything's been disturbed." JJ seemed to weigh her options unsurly.

"Yeah, JJ, we need you to go into your office, see if there is anything else that we've missed." Morgan suggested.

"Hotch, you should go with her." Rossi said definitely, and upon seeing Hotch's confused glare added "you are too invested. Plus, with the amount of gifts this guy has sent, we don't know what type of access he has to her. She shouldn't be left alone." He finished definitely.

"Hi Mrs. Jareau, I think you've been expecting me." James smiled as Amy Jareau invited him in.