Hi guys! So this is my first ever fanfic on here. I will try and update at least once a week, but if I ever start to slack off feel free to bug me about it as long as you do it nicely. I'm sorry if anyone is OOC, I try my best but it doesn't always work. Also, this is supposed to start sometime while Kate is in her dad's cabin recovering from her shooting. I bet you can all guess who K is!

Dear Mr. Castle,

I'm not really sure why I'm writing this letter. You probably won't even read it. I guess it just helps to get it all out on paper. I want to tell you how much your books mean to me. I've never had the chance to tell you before, or maybe I have and I was just to chicken. Either way I'm telling you now. A while ago, a very close family member of mine was killed. Their death was hard on me, but even harder on the rest of my family. I ended up essentially on my own. The pain of their death still haunts me every day. But your books, well your books are what kept me alive. Whenever things would get especially rough, I could just pick up Gathering Storm, or Hell Hath No Fury (yes, I even read that one) and be transported to this whole other world where everyone got justice. Sadly, it isn't always like that in the real world. I know that you have a busy life, but I hope that maybe, just maybe you'll read this. Because I want to know that you understand just how much you've really helped me.

Please do not ask who I am. Some things are better not known.

Sincerely,

K

Castle looked up from the letter he was holding in his hands. He felt so connected to this fan, like he had known them for years. He could feel the raw pain of heartbreak in K's simple words. He felt lucky to have picked this letter. He usually tried to read as many of the letters as he could, but he got so much that he had to skip some. The reason he had picked this certain letter-seemingly simple at first in its plain white envelope-was that it smelled of cherries and coffee, and everything he missed about Kate Beckett. At the thought of her, a million different emotions flooded through him. "At least someone understands." He thought bitterly as he turned back to the letter. He grabbed a fancy black pen from the clutter on this desk and shuffled around for some paper. He tapped the pen against the desk, a puzzled look on his face as the tried to think of how to respond to this letter.

Dear K,

Believe me, it was a pleasure to receive a letter from you. My life isn't the brightest at the moment as a close friend of mine (you've probably heard of her if your as big a fan as you claim to be) Kate Beckett was shot recently. Luckily she survived, but now she's run away, like she usually does when she doesn't want to face something. She said she would call, but that was 2 months ago and I haven't heard from her since. I'm sorry for burdening you with all of this. You probably don't care about my sob story. It's just, for some reason I feel as if I can trust you. I'm very sorry to hear about your family member. I've been shadowing Kate long enough to know what people go through with a tragedy like that. But on a lighter note, Hell Hath No Fury? You really are a hardcore fan. I'm glad my books helped though. I know I may seem like this obnoxious playboy, but I really do want my books to make a difference. Don't ever worry about bothering me; I love to hear from fans.

And K? Call me Rick.

Sincerely,

Rick Castle

P.S. An anonymous fan? I bet you're really a rouge CIA agent trying to find out all about me so that you can plot my murder. Or maybe a mobster who has bad blood with one of my long lost relatives. It's fine if you want to keep your identity secret though, I always like mysteries.