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Chapter 1

He watched as she got out of her car and entered her building. He caught his breath as she flipped her hair over her shoulder to sign in at the security desk. Soon, he thought. Soon you'll be mine…forever.

This morning he was close enough to smell her perfume, and it nearly drove him mad. He wanted her. Desperately. He hummed to himself the song she was singing this morning.

Shall we dance? On a bright cloud of music

Shall we fly? Shall we dance?

Shall we then say "goodnight" and mean "goodbye"?

He clenched his fist. All he could do now was wait, until he could finally make her his. She would see that it had to be that way.

He watched as she went to the elevator. Soon she would be getting the gift he left for her. He hoped she would like it. He was sure she would like it.

"Good morning, Derek," Elle Greenaway said as she got off the elevator at the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit.

Derek Morgan glanced up at her. "Why are you in such a good mood this morning."

Elle sat at her desk. "Well, Morgan, it's a combination of twelve hours of sleep, coffee, and no new cases." She noticed a small package on her desk. "What's this?"

Jason Gideon and Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner came over. "Hey, Morgan, do you have the file on the Garza case?" Hotch asked.

"Sure." Morgan shuffled through the files on his desk until he found the right one. He handed it to Hotch.

Gideon saw Elle looking at the package. "Elle, I didn't know it was your birthday."

"It's not. My birthday isn't until September." Elle opened it and pulled out a box and a letter.

"Who's it from?" Hotch leaned over her.

Elle opened the letter. " 'To my beautiful woman, shall we dance?'" Elle furrowed her brow.

Reid took the letter out of her hands. "Elle's got a secret admirer," he said, a slight hint of a smile playing on his thin lips.

Elle glared at the young man. Her reaction just made his smile wider.

"What's in the package?" Hotch asked.

"Yeah, hurry up and open it," Morgan said impatiently.

Elle slowly ripped the brown paper off the box and lifted the lid. She stopped for a moment and stared at the contents. Her face registered confusion mixed with horror.

"What is it?" Gideon asked, worried at Elle's reaction.

She slowly drew out a small figurine. It was a man and woman, faces pressed together, dancing. She reached under it and pressed a button. The man and woman began to dance, twirling around and around. Shall we dance? The music box played as the figures continued to twirl in a circle. Elle pressed the button again, and the music and figures stopped.

Hotch stared at his colleague. Her face was pale. "Are you okay?" he asked, his hand on Elle's shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, her voice quivering.

"Are you sure?" Gideon asked, even more concerned.

She looked at Gideon, his weathered face betraying his worry. "Yes, I'm fine." She put her hand on his arm. "Really." Her face was back to normal, but her thoughts whirled. "So," she said, a grin coming to her face. "What's on the docket today?"

Elle unlocked her front door and grabbed the mail from the floor. She dumped her bag and her jacket on the couch and made her way to the kitchen. "Bill, bill, bill…" she muttered to herself. She started the coffee maker and sat at the kitchen table, her back to the door.

She heard a noise behind her, but before she could turn around, a black-gloved hand grabbed her mouth, stifling her scream. She grunted and tried to hit him, but he was just too strong. He shoved a rag over her mouth and nose. She recognized the foul smell of chloroform. Slowly, her world faded to black, and she went limp.

Ooooh, cliffhanger! Please R&R! More to come if you like it. I'm open to constructive criticism, but please, be nice.