"Ok, Mrs. Jareau, I think we've got that all fixed." James smiled as he walked back to the Direct TV Van he had 'borrowed.' All he had to do was get on the roof late at night and mess up their satellite signal. Then, he had just waited for them to call Direct TV for support. All he had to do was intercept the call and schedule a time to be "right out to help."

He had been able to meet Jennifer's family! They had loved him! He could tell from the pictures on the mantle and around the house that they were simple people, but the way her mother smiled at him, he knew. He knew that her mother knew of his love for Jennifer. He knew she wanted him to take some of Jennifer's pictures from the album--something to remind him of their love--she just couldn't say it.

As he said goodbye, his eyes darted to a picture of his Jennifer with that other man. He fought the hatred that welled within him. Soon that man would pay for stealing his Jennifer and his child.

"JJ, how are you doing?" Hotch asked gently. They were in her office, as she buried herself in work before she was able to process everything that was happening around her. She refused to look at him as she continued to pour through case files.

"Fine." She finally responded

"Come on, after all we've been through, I think I deserve more than a 'fine.'" On seeing her refusal to respond, he continued, "Ok, how're the babies?"

"Fine." She answered shortly

"JJ, come on, this is a stressful situation. We need to talk this through."

Her eyes darkened quickly, "We need to talk this through? Ok, fine, how's this? I'm scared to death that some maniac is going to kidnap me and kill my babies. Then I'm worried that everybody will think that I can't do my job. What makes matters worse is that I know that if some crazy person is after me, then youmight be in danger. And on top of all of that the only thing that even sounds remotely comforting is a cup of hot chocolate and a tunafish sandwich." She finished, her eyes glistening with tears that were threatening to fall.

He quickly enveloped her in a hug.

"Hey, we're going to be fine. I promise. I won't let anything bad happen to you." He promised, more to himself than to her.

"Why don't we get that sandwich and hot chocolate?" He asked as her face broke out into a large smile.

"Ok, what do we have so far?" Rossi asked taking the lead. This case was personal for all of them, and they wanted to catch this guy before he came close to doing anything that resembled hurting a member of the team.

"Well he's definitely an opportunistic preferential offender. Based on the gifts he's sent, he has the means to do whatever he needs to do to get close to her." Morgan explained.

"He's obviously creating control and meaning in a life where he feels as though he has none. We're likely looking for an upper class guy, has a job in a family business." Reid offered.

"We should get Garcia to cross check with guys with a criminal record. This guy likely hasn't been busted for anything big, but probably has a criminal record---something like petty theft or breaking and entering." Emily added.

"Ok, we'll get Garcia on that, we're going to need to--" They were interrupted by a scream coming from JJ's office.

The team darted into JJ's office to find Hotch with his arm protectively draped around JJ as they intently studied some large framed sheet of paper.

"JJ, what is it?" Rossi asked

"How did he get these?" She muttered to no one in particular.

Snatching the frame from her grasp, Dave held it so the other profiler's in the room could get a good look. "JJ, these are all pictures of you." Emily said, almost unnecessarily. The frame contained a collage of pictures, every one of JJ. There were pictures of JJ eating lunch, working at the office, getting out of the shower. There were pictures from her childhood, from high school, and from college. There were even pictures of her on cases, walking in St. Louis, holding a press conference in Milwaukee, and talking with a female police officer in Boston. Literally hundreds of pictures had been glued together, making a beautiful, yet terrifying piece of art.

"How did he get these?" She reiterated.

"How did it come? Was it just here on the desk?" Morgan asked as Hotch nodded sternly, obviously upset at the level of access that this unsub seemed to possess.

"It seems as though it was hand delivered. I'll go check on Garcia to run recognition software on anybody that came into JJ's office." Reid ran quickly out of the room.

"JJ, it's ok." Hotch comforted the quivering woman in his arms, "All of this stress can't be good for the babies. Why don't we go home and you can get some rest."

"NO! I am not going anywhere. This is the safest place I know, and he got to me here. How am I supposed to be safe somewhere else?" She pointed out defiantly.

"She's right. The BAU is probably the safest place right now. We send her into the open, we're asking for him to do something. If she stays here he has to come to us." Rossi surprised everyone by agreeing with JJ.

Seeing the wisdom in Rossi's plan, Hotch quickly agreed. "Ok, fine." then turning to JJ he added, "But I don't want you going anywhere alone. If this guy was able to leave something in your office, then we don't know what he can do or what he knows."

JJ nodded as she shifted uncomfortably. The long night before was starting to catch up with her, and the sudden adrenaline rush was wearing off, leaving her utterly exhausted. Seeing the change in the young blonde, Emily suggested "JJ, why don't you take a nap in Hotch's office. We can all watch it from there while we work and make sure you're safe." She added, hoping to allow her friend time to rest.

Hotch agreed and insisted that JJ sleep in his office. JJ adamantly denied any form of exhaustion, although moments after laying down on his small office couch she drifted quickly to sleep.

"Hey, Prentiss, let me know if anything changes. I'm going to run home and grab some of JJ's pillows and stuff to make her more comfortable. Don't let her out of your sight!" He warned as he left the bullpen.

Garcia was frantically looking through surveillance footage of JJ's office, attempting to identify the creep of the week. Fingers flying over the keypad, she could only catch a small glance of the man that had delivered the collage. The man the team had determined to be the unsub. But, this creep was careful. Somehow he knew where the cameras were, and only a small glance of his face had been captured. Not one to readily admit defeat, Garcia would spend hours contorting and editing the small image that was captured. Looking ever so carefully, she identified a small reflection. "Look who's laughing now!" She smiled as she began to run the reflected image.

Hotch was just about to exit his car from picking up essentials for JJ. He knew she had her ready bag, but he didn't want to see her uncomfortable. Lately, the only thing that could help her get a good night's sleep was to have extra pillows supporting her back and belly. Hotch's solution had been to buy more pillows, but (according to JJ) not all pillows were created equally. She had her specific 'belly pillow' and 'back pillow' and whatever else. He knew that she would feel a lot more comfortable if there were things surrounding her that reminded her of being relaxed.

Carrying the pillows and other small nick-knacks out of the car, he never saw James step behind him. He never saw James lift the heavy wooden bat in his hand. No. The next thing Aaron Hotchner saw was blackness.