Author's note: I decided to upload the first two chapters of the story to give some context. Originally, chapter 2 was chapter 1, but I was scared it didn't make sense.

If someone is interested in reading this story in advance and help me out whit spelling, I would really appreciate it.

Chapter 2

CPOV

So, one thousand piece puzzle of some random castle… Can I have a castle? Maybe over the Sound? Maybe with a dog? maybe with five dogs? I mean, I'll have space, right? how many rooms have a castle? Do I get to decide or are there rules? Fuck it, of course I'll get to decide, I will be paying for it. Maybe I can have like a…

Ring… ring…ring…

Elliot? It's 12:13, no 12:14 am, what does he want? I'll ignore it, he probably is drunk… Hell, I think I'm drunk, this is, after all, my third glass of wine…

So, my castle has one thousand pieces, hey, maybe Elliot can build it for me, but not when he's drunk. Maybe I'll ask for the real castle to have one thousand pieces, just like this puzzle.

A puzzle, how a puzzle it's going to help me solve my problems? Stupid Flynn, maybe I can lock him in a dungeon, but not like a BDSM dungeon, that will make me celibate for the rest of my life, but I'll definitely have a dungeon… No! a tower, that way, he wouldn't think I'm projecting some shit…

Ring… ring…ring…

What Elliot? stop calling, I'm planning my future with my five imaginary dogs and Flynn in a tower, where he'll live until he can cure me. Because I'm sure I can be cure, I mean, I can be in this world just to make money, right? Not that it's bad, but, I don't know, maybe be happy whit a girl, someone who looks at me for who I am, not because what can I buy… maybe it could be Her.

How did I lose her? She was right in my office.

Ring… ring…ring…

Elliot, if I didn't answer the first two times, I'm not going to answer now.

How do I open this? I can remember doing puzzles as a kid, I remember playing the piano, but stupid Flynn says that can be my hobby now… well, guess how is going to have a piano in his tower at my castle?

But wait, are there really one thousand pieces here? what happens if I start doing this puzzle and I'm one piece short? should I count them?

…689…690… 691

I'm counting when I hear someone clearing his throat.

"Sir, sorry to bother you. I just want to inform you that. your brother it's one his way up", says Taylor from the middle of the living room.

"My brother? What does he want? It's like…" I turn to look at my phone and see that it's now 1:33 am, "really late, I'm like… super busy", I said whit pieces 692 and 693 in my hands, ready to count them and put them next to the others over my piano. "Is he drunk?".

"I wouldn't know does seems a little agitated in the camera".

Just then we both hear the elevator open and ten seconds later my brother walks into my apartment.

"Bro, I've been calling you, what didn't you answered me?", says Elliot.

He does seem agitated.

"I'm busy", I answer him, whit piece number 656 on my hand.

"Doing what?" ask's my brother, walking near my piano and seeing my castle in pieces.

"I'm trying to find peace and my stupid therapist thinks that doing a stupid puzzle it's going to help me!", I yell at my brother and throw pieces 661 and 662.

Now I'll never finish my puzzle.

"I want a castle, by the way. I need you to help me find some land to make that happen", I add and star to look for my pieces.

"What? are you drunk?", Elliot asks.

"Me? you're the one who's at my house at 1:35 in the morning. And now my castle it's two pieces short, or more, that's why I was counting!" I yell at my brother. "Can you pass me my whine please?".

"No! Are you listen to me? Look, dude, I need your help, well I need Taylor's help. I need to find someone. I promise you, if you help me find her, I'll help you find some place, I'll build you your castle, dude, I'll even buy you a welcome mat". Elliot really looks desperate.

"Her? Elliot, if a girl doesn't give you her number, it's because she's not interested. Consent, dude, think about that, or better yet, think about a big tower, like the kid story whit the girl that had the really long hair", I said from the living room floor. I'm on my hands and knees looking for my misses pieces.

"Dude, it's not like that. Ana is my friend. I can find her. Her roommate just kicked her out of their apartment. I really need to find her". Elliot faces it's all red.

"Sir, did you look for her at another friends house? maybe she is with her family?", Taylor ask.

Why is he interested in some random girl that my brother probably just wants to fuck? I mean, I guess he hasn't done it yet, and that's why he "needs" to find her.

"No, she doesn't really have friends here. I know another friend of hers, but I think he's working at some exotic place. She doesn't really talk to her mom and her dad died in a car crash last month".

"Maybe she is at some hotel, Elliot. Have you call her?". Ha! I just find number 661.

"Call her? Man, why I didn't think of that?. Of course I've called her! she's not answering the fucking phone". Elliot yells and throws all the pieces of my puzzle to the floor.

"What the fuck Elliot? My castle!".

Now I'll never finish this shit.

"She's pregnant Christian! Fuck! I really need to find her".

Now he has all my attention.

"Pregnant? Elliot, what the fuck? are you going to be a dad? I mean, of course you're going to be a dad… Does mom know? wait, you can't find her? I don't understand… Taylor?".

Can Elliot be a dad? I'm going to be an uncle…he or she can have a room in my castle. Hey, where did I leave the wine? we need to celebrate.

"Sir. If I'm may? I have Welsh on the phone, he can trace her phone if Elliot gives us her number". That's why he keeps his job.

"Yes. Here, take my phone", my brother gives Taylor his iPhone. "She's 22 years old. She's a brunette, has really long hair…am… she drives a really old light blue VW Beetle, and the best cook I know.".

Taylor star to tell Welch all about this girl

"What's her name, Elliot?", I ask "That can help Welsh, not if she can make you an omelet".

"Ana. Anastasia Steele".

What? Elliot is having a baby whit Her?