Quick warning, this may or may not send chills up your spine, I actually spent all day writing the last part, it give me that many chills.

2017

I rest my head against the cold van interior, I hiss a little as the bruise around my eye begins to act up, You would think after the collection of bruises, I've collected over the years, I would be used to the pain or maybe there would be no pain.

But you would be incorrect, The pain never goes away, if anything it get's worst each time. I don't even remember how or when I got this bruise, must have been when Mack knocked me out.

They'll have to die someday.

They can't live forever.

That's my only hope for escape, is when my "parents" decide to kick the bucket.

But on the other hand, When they decide to kick the bucket, they could take me with them. At least, either way, I'm free from them.

The only disadvantage would be the unsolved puzzle, I would be leaving behind me. I would never get closure and that's what scares me...even more than death.

SMACK! The sound of my head, hitting the side of the van, as we go over a bump. "Ahh!." I hiss, rubbing my head.

"Jackass! Most likely did that on purpose." I mutter to myself under my breath.

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1996

I Savanna Rose have made it, Finally at last, after so damn long but the wait was worth it. He was there, sitting at the wooden table, with a matching wooden chair with a pillow for him to sit on.

I couldn't keep the smile off my face, from the moment I opened his book, I fell in love, he had such a way with words and my god was he handsome, those beautiful blue eyes that sent my heart racing, that million dollar grin that could make any woman swoon.

Ahh...He's a god!

I thought nothing could wipe the grin off my face, nothing could ruin this moment for me, I was in the same room with Richard Castle, The air I was breathing in he was breathing in as well.

But this wasn't the first time, I had breathed the same air as him, There was another time, Last year, his 1996 tour, he was staying in the Standford in room 206, He had requested a room with a balcony and asked for room service to be delivered to his room for breakfast and dinner.

He would have a stack of chocolate chip pancakes with maple syrup, whip cream and some mixed berries with no blueberries he can't stand blueberries. With a medium strength coffee, full cream milk and two splenda's on the side.

And then for lunch, he would order a cheeseburger, the man loved his cheeseburgers, fries and some tomato sauce on the side with a vanilla shake to dip his fries in.

And then for dinner, A steak with gravy and jacket potatoes with sour cream and spring onions, with the finest red wine that had.

And of course for dessert a big bowl of chocolate ice cream with the works. Ah..he was such a man-child, but that's what she loved about him the most.

I smile to myself as I think of the things I had to do, just to get a fake job as a maid for a week, just so I could gain full access and exclusive access to Richard Castle.

And it was the best week of my life, every day at 7:30 on the dot his driver Bobby would pick him in his BMW M5, to take him to his next book signing.

I would enter the room, I would make the bed that he slept in, pick up and inhale his towels, I would go through his belongings, nothing was off limits..well at least I thought so.

But I'll never forget, Wednesday the 10th of May.

I was folding his laundry when I heard him come up the hallway, I was about to come face to face with my idol, the love of my love. But I panicked and I hid under the bed.

"So Rick, meet you in the lobby at 5:30, photos and press interviews till 6:30, refreshments after that now that the competition Dimitri Romwe is going to be there, I need you to be friendly but not too friendly, The New York times is going to be releasing, there best seller list soon, You and Derick Storm need to be on top of the list."

"Rodger that." Rick grinned at his manager. "Good man." His manager Rodger said patting him on the shoulder and then headed back to his hotel room.

Rick shut the door behind him, took his coat off and threw it on the bed, He then shut the curtains and then start to unbutton his purple shirt, my favourite shirt, I loved how it made his eye pop.

My heart was pounding, I licked my lips and stared in awe of him. He threw his shirt on the ground and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

I waited a couple of seconds and crawled out under the bed, I bite my lip a massive grin on my face, I approached the bathroom, rested my hands on the doorframe and peaked my head in.

My mouth dropped open and started to water as I observed his solid muscular form. "Whoever is his personal trainer, is an extremely lucky person." Was all I could think to myself.

I stood in awe for 6 wonderful moments, Till the water stop running, he rubbed the conditioner out of his eyes. "Shit." I thought to myself as I hurried out of the room.