Serena's P.O.V.

"Okay, no more stalling. Tell me what is going on," T.J. said, sitting down next to me in the bunk. I stayed silent for a moment, trying to pick the best words to say. I didn't want her to freak out too much, but I also wanted her to be aware of the whole situation. She's had weird fans before, but I don't think they were as bad as mine is. I'm sure they never sent her death threats. "T.J, if I tell you, I need you to promise me that you will not freak out,"

"Serena. I promise I won't. But, now that you're saying this, it's starting to make me worry," T.J. responded, her voice becoming a little higher with fear. I pulled out my phone from my pocket, unlocked it, and pulled up the photo of the letter Aidan sent me. "This came to the hotel room," I said bluntly, handing her the phone to have a better look. Her eyes scanned the screen, slowly becoming wider with every word she read until she reached the end.

It was so silent that you could've heard a pin drop in the bus.

"Oh my god. Serena, when did you get this letter?" T.J. questioned. "Today," I answered. "This is escalating, Serena. You need to call the police!" T.J. insisted. "No! We are not calling the police. Aidan said he was going to take care of it, and I believe him," I insisted. But T.J. was having none of it. I tried to pry my phone from her hand, but she had a tight grip and refused to let it go. "Let... it... go!" I strained out.

"No, not until we call the cops! We also need to call Joseph and ask him to amp security!" She's not going to be happy when I tell her this. "I tried already with him. He refuses to do so!" I explained, continuing to pull my phone towards me. "Bullshit Serena! Bullshit! I'm calling the cops," T.J. yanked the phone away from me and started dialing 911, putting the phone up close to her ear.

I heard the line begin thrilling, but no one was picking up. I assumed it was because we hit a dead area with no reception. "No one's answering," T.J. sighed, surrendering my phone back to me. "Aidan is going to take care of this, okay? Don't you trust him?" I asked, placing both hands on either sides of her shoulders. "Of course, I trust him. He's my friend. I just don't want you to get hurt," T.J. insisted before burying her head in my shoulder.

Her arms wrapped around me as I comforted her, telling her that everything was going to be okay.

But was it really?

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Aidan's P.O.V.

Earlier that day...

This was the final straw. I was done. No more warnings. No more Mr. Nice Guy. I decided this was it. I was going to the police with all the evidence I had. Of course, I couldn't bring a shopping cart full of the creepy stuff to the police station and say, "Me and my girlfriend are being stalked! Arrest whoever's doing this!" But, I figured that the threatening letter was evidence enough. Hopefully, they could obtain a search warrant so they could seize all those horrible packages.

"Hey Mom, Dad, I'm going to go for another bike ride. I'll be back in a little bit," I said, carefully stuffing the letter into my jacket pocket with a gloved hand. "Okay, be careful," Mom warned. Back in the lot, I paid for about an hour and a half worth of bike time, hoping that it would be enough time to get to the police station and back to the hotel before time ran out. As quick as a bunny, I pedaled across town to the station, hoping that they weren't too busy.

But, to my unfortunate luck, the station was crowded with at least two dozen people. An elderly couple sat on a bench a few feet away from me as I took a seat, occasionally glancing at my watch as the time continued to tick by. After thirty minutes of waiting and no sign of anyone coming to help me, I decided to take matters into my own hands. God, I hope I don't get arrested for this. 

I stood up from my seat, brushing past a small crowd of people and over to the receptionist's desk, pulling the letter from my pocket and slamming it down. "I need to speak with a Detective. It's urgent," I said in a low tone, low enough for the middle-aged woman to hear me. "Sir, there's a line. You can't just cut in front of it," she whispered. "I know, but this is a matter of life and death. Someone I love could be dead within a few days," I pleaded.

The woman's hazel brown eyes met mine as she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose before she looked down and typed something on her computer. "Unfortunately, all of our detectives are busy today. Unless you want to wait an hour or so-" "I don't have an hour or so. I understand your doing your job, but please. I need to find out who is doing this," I felt so guilty cutting the sweet woman off, but I was both angry and becoming desperate.

 The woman let out a small sigh before opening her mouth to start speaking again. "The best I can do is give you a cell phone number for one of them. What's the type of crime?" She questioned. "Stalking," I answered bluntly. She typed something else on her laptop before clicking her mouse once. The printer behind her turned on and began printing something out in a matter of seconds. She turned around and reached over to grab the paper, sliding it over to me.

"Have a good day, sir. I'm sorry I couldn't be much help," I gave a thin smile before heading out of the station, hoping that nobody who watched Umbrella Academy would recognize I was in there. To my relief, nobody did.

I pulled the bike out of parking and began pedaling as hard as I could back to the hotel before the meter ran out. Halfway there, I noticed I was reaching twenty minutes left of time. At this point, I was about ten blocks away from the hotel. Come on, Aidan. You can do it. You've pushed yourself like this before. My legs began to get sore as I stood up and pedaled, feeling beads of sweat fall down my forehead.

I rang the small bell, telling people to get out of my way. And as if by some miracle, I made it just as the bike's meter began beeping, telling me my time was up. My hands fumbled around in my jacket pockets as I went up the elevator, feeling the envelope containing the letter in one pocket and the number of a detective in the other.

My main plan had failed, but I hoped that with this Detective's number, I had a Plan B to bring down this stalker.