"Thank you for breakfast, Derek. But I seriously would have felt much better if we had split the bill instead of you paying the entire thing, including the tip." Derek and I walked down the street.

"But that would have taken all the fun out of watching you not lash out at the waiter obvious trying to flirt with you." He teased me.

"It's not my fault I'm so hot." I flipped my hair back.

"No kidding." He wrapped his arm around my waist. I blushed slightly at the contact, but I really didn't mind it. It felt pretty...nice. Of course, the moment was ruined by our phones ringing.

"What's up?" I answered mine, knowing it's most likely a case for the team.

"Wheels up in thirty for LA. Bringing Morgan." Aaron informed me before hanging up.

"Guess we're going to LA." I turned to Derek. The two of us grabbed our go bags along with the others and got onto the BAU plane. Spencer and Gideon were already in LA for some art exhibit.

"First two victims, Wally Melman and Chloe Harris. Both killed in public places." Derek took a sip of his water.

"Chloe was killed while walking her dog on the beach in Santa Monica, which she did every morning. And Wally was killed outside of massage parlor in Culver City, which he went to every Tuesday." JJ made herself some coffee.

"UnSub knows their schedules, which means he probably follows—or, you know, casually stalks—his victims." I paced up and down the plane.

"And not a single witness. So we know this UnSub can blend in. Regardless of the location, he has the ability to hide in plain site." Aaron detailed.

"He's meticulous." Elle agreed with him.

"He fits in. Like a fan or paparazzi." I sat down on the armrest Derek's seat.

"The media's calling Natalie Ryan's murder the biggest celebrity homicide since Sharon Tate." JJ mentioned.

"What does that mean for us?" Elle glanced back at her.

"That everybody will be watching." Aaron answered.

"All eyes on us." I looked down at Derek, who locked eyes with me.

"This guy is an assassin?" Detective Owen Kim asked us after we settled into the police department.

"When you look at the victimology, there's no obvious links. All the kills are clean, except in the instance of the last victim, Jeremy Collins." Derek explained.

"My guess for the last victim is he saw Natalie Ryan lying dead on the couch, and the UnSub was still in the house, so he had to kill Collins in a rush to get out." I suggested to them.

"There's absolutely no evidence left at the crime scene. There's no DNA, no manifestation of psycho–sexual release, and there's no detectable signature of any kind." Elle listed out.

"Remember, our profiles are formulated not just by what's present on the scene, but also what's absent." Gideon reminded the team.

"From all the evidence that we've gathered, we believe that you're looking for a type–four assassin." Elle inferred.

"Type four?" Kim furrowed his brows.

"Type one's are political assassins, like John Wilkes Booth. Type two's are egocentrics looking for simple recognition." Spencer began.

"Type three's are psychopaths, cold–blooded killers who leave far messier scenes." Aaron took over. "And type four, our UnSub, suffers from a major mental disorder and is frequently delusional." He clarified.

"The closer we come to figuring out that disorder, the closer we'll get to finding the UnSub." Spencer said.

"What's he going to be doing until we do?" Kim questioned us.

"Finding other victims." Gideon spoke the truth.

"Excuse me?" Someone knocked on the door. "Hi. Is there a Detective Kim here?" He inquired.

"Right here." Kim spoke up.

"You're heading the investigation into the Natalie Ryan murder?" He fiddled with a rolled–up newspaper.

"Yes." Kim confirmed.

"Um...my—I have a client. She's, uh...is there any place we can be in private?" He requested.

"We're all working this murder." Kim glanced up at him.

"Well, um...she received a note, my client did, and she freaked out. I told her not to worry about it." He detailed.

"Where is the note?" Derek posed to him. He handed over the newspaper, which had the words 'You Owe Me'.

"And where's your client?" Aaron got out of his seat.

"She's waiting in the other room." He answered.

"Reid. Let's go." Derek passed the newspaper to me before heading out with Spencer. The rest of us gathered around in the main room when Derek and Spencer brought the client over.

"How well did you know Natalie Ryan?" Aaron questioned her.

"We spoke when we saw each other in public, but we were never friends." She shook her head ever so slightly.

"How about Wally Melman?" My brother crossed his arms over her chest.

"What?" She furrowed her brows.

"Wally Melman. He's a producer who was killed a couple months ago." Elle answered.

"The paper said that was a robbery." She argued.

"The paper was wrong." Aaron jumped in. "Did you know him?" He reiterated his question.

"W–We met a few times about a project, but...I didn't get the part. They went a different way, I guess." She replied a little poshly.

"And what way would that be?" I posed to her.

"He cast, um, another act—oh my God." She cut herself off.

"What is it?" Spencer asked in genuine concern.

"He cast Natalie Ryan." Her manager stated, making all of us share slight glances.

"'You Owe Me'." Derek held up the newspaper.

"I guess that's one way to ice out the competition." Elle shrugged her shoulders.

"Don't look at me. I brought her to the police station." The manager defended himself.

"Have you ever had a sense that someone is watching you, following you?" Gideon spoke up.

"From the moment I get to work, I have hair and makeup and wardrobe people, producers, writers, my agent, my manager, publicist. Not to mention the photographers." She listed out the people in her everyday life.

"It's part of the life." The manager waved it off.

"Anything that seems odd, out of the ordinary? Something that happens on a regular basis? Even a semi–regular basis?" Gideon suggested.

"What do you mean?" She furrowed her brows.

"Repetitive phone calls with hangups. Gifts left anonymously." Spencer listed out possibilities.

"I receive flowers on the seventh of each month. They just appear at my trailer. Never a note. Just a plain glass bowl. Red anemones. My favorite." She replied.

"And you don't want to know who they're from?" Elle tried to hide her judgement.

"Celebrities get anonymous gifts all the time. She has fans, you know." Her manager stated.

"Remember meeting anyone on the seventh day of the month? Or in July, the seventh month of the year?" Gideon leaned back in his chair.

"No." She shook her head.

"Wally Melman was a producer who considered hiring you but didn't. And Natalie was a rival." Aaron connected the two victims.

"And Chloe Harris? She looks a lot like you, don't you think?" Elle held up a picture of the most recent victim.

"Who?" Lila was completely clueless.

"Potential rival. She was murdered, too." Aaron informed her.

"So all these...people are being killed because of me?" She swallowed a bit.

"It's possible." Aaron nodded his head slightly.

"I'm sorry...I can't." She pushed her hair out of her face. "I–I have to go." She grabbed her purse and walked out of the police station. Spencer ran after her. Once we got our evidence sorted out, we gave our profile. The next day, we were stationed in Lila Archer's trailer since she received another note on set.

"I'm intrigued by the particular version of the verb 'to be'." Gideon opinionated.

"Past participle." Spencer identified the tense.

"Steady state of being. Preceding adverb. 'Always'." Gideon detailed the traits of the short note.

"In English?" Kim requested.

"That is English, actually. We're discussing the verb tenses—" Spencer clarified for the detective.

"Reid." Derek cut him off.

"Our stalker sounds like someone she knows." Gideon explained to Kim.

"Based on the tense of the verb." Spencer quickly added.

"Maybe it's time to get her off the street." Derek suggested.

"You know, there's been no physical threat to her. She might be safe just staying put as opposed to anywhere else." Spencer countered.

"I'm standing right here, guys." Lila spoke up.

"If we did remove you, we'd have to take you to an undisclosed location. I'm sure your stalker knows where you live." Gideon detailed to her.

"I'm not having the whole show close down. I only need one more scene to shoot." She shook her head. "Look, last night, I decided I wasn't gonna be afraid of this lunatic. Am I safe here?" She stood her ground.

"The set's cleared of everyone except essential personnel, and we have increased security at the base." Kim pointed out to us.

"Lila, they're ready for you." A woman informed her.

"I'm staying at work, gentlemen. And woman." She nodded her head at me in acknowledgment before walking out of her trailer.

"She is one tough girl. I respect that." I smirked a bit.

"I didn't want to say anything in front of her, but his anger about her going to the police suggests he might alter his agenda, which is typical for a stalker." Gideon let Kim know. "She didn't go alone to the police." He looked back at the three of us.

"Her manager took her." Spencer answered.

"You, Suparna, and Morgan, stay here. Keep an eye on her." Gideon ordered us.

"I'll hang back, too." Kim offered.

"Where are you going?" Spencer called out to Gideon.

"To talk to her manager." And he walked out. Derek, Spencer, and I moved to the inside of the set where they were preparing to film. Spencer went to talk to Lila.

"You think there's something going on between those two?" Derek and I sipped on our coffee.

"I hope so. Spencer needs someone special in his life." I leaned against a table.

"And who's the someone special in your life?" He posed to me.

"Haven't decided yet. It's between myself and my baby nephew." I teased him a bit. "By the way, this coffee sucks. It's worse than that one time the BAU bought the wrong type of coffee beans." I grimaced. Then, a bell rang a couple of times. Lila took off her robe, leaving her in a bedazzled bikini.

"You don't mind sharing with me, do you?" Derek asked Spencer, who was in the middle of drinking his soda.

"Shut up." He coughed slightly as he walked away.

"Go get 'em, lover." Derek smiled cheekily.

"I have that same exact bikini in this deep red. But with this job, it's not like I can get out of the house ever." I turned to face Derek.

"Maybe I'll have to take you to a beach. You know, to break in that bikini." He flirted with me. Not that I minded.

"You just might have to, Morgan." I winked at him. Gideon called in to let us know that the UnSub got to Lila's manager and killed him, so we had to take Lila to a safe house. Spencer and I were with Lila while Derek stuck around with Kim.

"Yeah. No, we're pulling up right now. Uh–huh. There's a marked car out front. Yeah. Got it. We'll check it out." The three of us stepped out of the red pickup.

"Is everything okay?" Lila brushed her hair back.

"We just need to go over some security measures with you." I assured her.

"Alright." She agreed to them. Soon, we were inside her house.

"Wow. I like your house." Spencer complimented her.

"I rent it." She informed him.

"Nice. You should also probably change all your phone numbers." Spencer added.

"I'm unlisted." She answered.

"Any time you call an 800 number or an 888 number, your phone number's put into a databank that's been sold to telemarketers. If someone gets your cellphone number, they can go online and research all your records." Spencer became all technical.

"Hanging out with you can be really depressing." Lila went into her living room.

"Uh, you should probably also carry a piece of paper and a pen with you wherever you go in case you see any suspicious license plates that often reappear." Spencer followed her in there.

"I'm just going to check around the house, alright?" I decided to give them some time alone together. I mean, Spencer's with her in case something happens, so it shouldn't be too big a deal. That night, Derek called me to let me know they raided Joseph Martinez's place, and he had a bunch of photos of Spencer and Lila and the other victims all together. That night, I headed down to see Spencer and Lila in the pool.

"Guys, get out of the pool." I didn't want to ruin their moment, but I had a really bad feeling about this.

"What's going on?" Lila furrowed her brows. Even if she was dripping wet from the pool, I could tell she was upset about something. Spencer probably told her about her manager.

"Someone's watching." I grabbed my gun from my holster. Lila went inside while Spencer dried up. Then, Elle came over to us. "How did you get in here?" I furrowed my brows.

"We found Joseph Martinez in the bushes." She answered. 

"I told her she should cut those." Spencer muttered. "I, uh, fell in." He stated when Elle gave him a look.

"Yeah. And I'm sure there's plenty of photos of it." Elle and I shared a look of amusement just before Derek showed up with our photographer.

"Stop shoving me, man." Martinez gritted out through his teeth.

"You're a suspect in the murder of Wally Melman, Natalie Ryan, and Jeremy Collins." Derek accused him.

"Murder, what? Woah, woah—" His eyes widened in shock.

"Shut up with the woah." Derek cut him off. "We know for a fact that you have hundreds of photographs of Lila Archer and Natalie Ryan on the walls of your studio. You have Miss Archer's daily schedule on your desk. You've been stalking her." He raised his voice.

"Look, guys, look. Hold up. Every paparazzo's a celebrity stalker. If you don't stalk 'em, you don't get the shot. If you don't make the shot, you don't sell no pictures." He detailed to us.

"Well, this one's gonna cost you." Elle held up the film from the camera he was using.

"Wha—no. That's just wrong." Martinez gave her a look.

"Tell it to your lawyer." Derek scoffed.

"I'm still being locked up?" He questioned.

"Hell yeah, you are." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Very least, you're trespassing. Let's go." Derek dragged him out of here.

"You're welcome." Elle handed Spencer the film before going inside to change. The others from the team joined us, and I got to have a moment alone with Derek.

"I heard about the shooting. Are you okay?" I looked up at him in concern.

"Yeah, I am. But Kim shattered his collarbone because of a shot to the shoulder." He answered.

"Oh, God. I'm so sorry." I apologized to him.

"Not your fault. Just the bastard who did this." He cursed. "Are you okay?" He posed to me.

"Why wouldn't I be? I just had some photographs taken of me." I smiled jokingly. While Derek, Elle, and Gideon were out looking into the guy who created the collage, they came back with another name. The UnSub's name, but we were completely off on the profile.

"Lila, did you know somebody named Maggie Lowe?" Spencer asked her.

"Mags? Yeah, of course I know her. I've known her for years. I got her a job on my show." She answered. Then, her cellphone began to ring. "That's her calling right now." She checked the caller ID.

"She calling from a cellphone?" I questioned.

"Yeah." She nodded her head.

"Lila, we think Maggie's the UnSub." Spencer broke the news to her.

"The what?" She repeated in confusion.

"Stalker. Maggie's the stalker." I clarified for her.

"No way." She scoffed.

"Answer the phone." Spencer ordered.

"That's–That's crazy." Lila got up from the couch.

"Answer the phone. Act completely natural. The longer you keep her on the line, the more likely we'll be able to trace the call. Trust me." Spencer instructed her. I quickly called Garcia as Spencer listened to Lila's conversation.

"Oracle of Quantico. Speak if you deign to hear the truth." She picked up the phone.

"Garcia, emergency trace on a call to Lila Archer's cellphone." I briefly demanded from her.

"Sure. Go ahead." I could hear her typing away on one of her computers.

"323–555–0129." I responded.

"Okay. Keep her talking, keep her talking." She repeated to me. I glanced back at Spencer and motioned for him to get Lila to continue talking to Maggie. "Suparna, is Lila's address 6028 Pike Street?" Garcia came back on a couple of moments later.

"Yeah." I confirmed.

"She's calling from inside the house." Her voice grew to a whisper. "I'll get you some backup." I hung up the phone and turned around to Spencer.

"Behind me at all times." I ordered them as I pulled out my gun. Spencer's was still drying from his little dip in the pool with Lila.

"Why'd you have to bring these people here?" An unfamiliar voice came from behind. I turned around, and there was another blonde woman holding a gun to Lila's head. Maggie. "Put down the gun." She yelled at me. I kept my hands in the air and put the gun down on the ground.

"Don't do this, Maggie." I said to her calmly.

"You can't call me Maggie. You don't know me." She spat out angrily. "Come on, Lila. Let's go. We really gotta go, baby." She pressed the muzzle of the gun against Lila's head.

"Maggie, don't hurt her. You don't need to hurt her." Spencer begged as he stood next to me.

"You don't know anything. Neither of you do." She shook her head. "I would never do anything to hurt you. No. I created you." She brushed back Lila's hair.

"No, you didn't." Lila argued in a frightened tone.

"Yes, I did. I know I did." Maggie shook the gun around. "God. You stupid, ungrateful...God! I can't believe that I loved you." She slightly backed away, both of her hands on her gun now.

"Maggie, she, uh, she loves me now." Spencer cut in.

"Really not helping the situation, Spencer." I gritted through my teeth.

"What?" Maggie moved her gun to the young agent instead of Lila.

"She told me so. We were in the pool. She kissed me. Now she loves me, okay?" Spencer shrugged his shoulders as I pushed him behind me.

"No." Maggie couldn't believe it.

"Tell her we kissed in the pool." Spencer said to Lila.

"Yes, we kissed." Lila confirmed.

"No!" Maggie yelled as she moved to shoot Spencer, but I lunged at her and pointed the gun upwards so when she pulled the trigger, the bullet went straight up. I tackled her to the ground and grabbed her gun.

"Don't you dare move." I held her own gun against her.

"Please. Please kill me. Come on. Shoot me, please. I'd be so much happier. Please. Please!" She begged me while Spencer comforted a crying Lila. "Come on." She let out a choked sob.

"My team and I are going to get you help. Everything's gonna be alright." I assured her. The next morning, Spencer and Lila were talking as paparazzi tried to take pictures of everything going on. "Next time I tell you to shut up, don't even think about shutting up. You quite possibly saved our lives." I hugged Spencer tightly right when we were about to get on the plane and head back home.

"So, do I shut up or no?" He asked me.

"Don't shut up. Don't let anyone make you shut up because you...are one of a kind." I pinched his cheeks.