Hey ladies and gents, here we are with a new Chapter of Glass Slippers (your favourite Fan Fic, I'm sure) and the last of the Rick-centered chapters. This one is rather special so I ask that you love it and give it the benefit of the doubt. I'm not entirely happy with how I presented the characters in this chapter but it's allowed to be a little out of character. Happy March and I assure that Castle may be on hiatus but I will not be :)

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Rick cleared his throat as he approached her, holding the door open for her as she exited the coffee shop. She was certainly pretty – flowing brown hair, bright eyes and a nice ass to match – maybe he could gain useful knowledge from this endeavour. She smirked, looking him up and down, trying to gauge his intentions; so far they spelt 'turn down' but there was something in his eyes that made her stay. "Can I help you?" she titled her head to deter him in any notion that she was easy – she wasn't, in any meaning of the term.

Her tone stunned him momentarily but it was only long enough for her to roll her eyes and brush past him out into the winter air, a cup of coffee, nestled in her gloves. "Sophia Turner." She stopped in her tracks when he called her name and she turned in a rather stunned fashion. The snow fell wistfully between then, oblivious to the intense stares between the pair in the middle of the thinly crowded street.

Immediately on her guard, she turned and spoke over her shoulder "I'm sorry you must have the wrong person." She had rounded the corner before she felt a hand clasp her wrist and she snapped her opposite hand over to capture her attacker's wrist. Looking up, she found herself face to face with those same blue eyes that had originally endeared her to him.

Seemingly unfazed by their current position, Rick breathed deeply and spoke in a lower, rumbling voice that suddenly sent shivers down her spine. "Agent Turner" he continued when her eyes widened in shock "if you would just give me a moment of your time…" She had pulled him into the nearest alley and tossed him against the frozen bricks before he could finish his sentence.

"Who are you?" She growled, her elbow coming up to his throat to add a sense of urgency to his answer. "How do you know me?"

His hands were up against the wall, not daring to fight against the woman current constricting his breathing. "If you would let me finish." He spoke indignantly, trying his best to remain cool as his face turned red. Sophia eyed him for a long moment, not daring to admit that she was momentarily lost in his eyes, before slowly releasing her grip on his neck enough to allow him to breathe.

"Talk." She commanded, keeping her elbow in sight in case anything happened.

Swallowing for the hundredth time in as many second, Rick closed his eyes but spoke before she lost her nerve. "My name is Richard Castle; I'm a novelist looking to do research."

"How did you know where to find me?" She snapped, using her elbow as a serious threat.

"Whoa," he protested when her elbow came dangerously close to his throat "Billy James said you might be willing to help." He offered her a small smile, hoping she would get his meaning.

Rolling her eyes, she took a step back – still well within the realm of pain – and raised her arms in surrender. "I can't disclose any information about the C.I.A. Mr. Castle so if that's what you came looking for-"

"No!" He assured, hazarding a moment to rub his tender throat. "I'm not here to research the C.I.A.; I'm here to research you."

Her hands were on her hips in an instant. "If this is some weird come on…" She warned.

"It's not, I promise; I'm just looking for a strong female character in a government-based job." He collapsed against the wall, sensing a significant enough shift in the mood of the conversation that he was no longer in danger of bodily harm. "All I ask is that you allow me to follow you around for a few weeks, let me get to know what it's like to be a woman in a man's world."

"Really?" She quirked an eyebrow skeptically.

"It may be cheesy but it's the truth." He assured, hoping his baby blues would work their magic; a moment later, she melted.

"I knew Billy was gay." She smirked when he glared at her. "I have to ask my superiors," she conceded "but I see no reason why you can't follow me around for a few weeks."

The bullets were flying from everywhere at once. Safely tucked in the corner, Rick watched as Sophia ran toward him, crouched over as glass from rebound object flew at her. Before Rick knew what was happening she had tackled him to the ground as a bullet nicked the wall where his head had been. Now straddling him on the dirty warehouse floor, she placed her hands on his chest, to steady herself but it did more to arouse her than anything. His heaving chest beneath her and the sweat oozing from her body was too close to what she wanted this to be; even worse, his eyes were staring into hers, black as her own. His hands had flown to her waist on reflex and refused to move. She was completely captured in the moment – so much so that she was startled into action by a bullet shattering the glass above their heads. Forgetting her position and the moment they had shared, Sophia jumped to her feet, retrieving her gun which had fallen to the floor in her dive to protect Rick and turned back to her attackers. Rick could have sworn he had heard her muttering 'dirty Russians' as she returned to the fray, leaving a very confused and slightly horny writer.

The front door to her apartment flew open and the couple fell in, their lips locked in a melding of lips, teeth and tongue. The door was pushed closed by her body being pushed against it, their lips never leaving each other's as he slipped his knee between her legs, pulling a moan from her throat. He had her hands pinned over her head as he finally broke the kiss to trail sloppy licks and pecks along her throat and around to her ear, tugging on her earlobe until she released a cat-like mewl. Their laboured breathing was the only sound in her apartment and it echoed through the empty room. He continued his journey down her body and her head tilted back in ecstasy, prompting her to say something before things went farther. "Aren't you dating your publisher?"

Rick continued to feast on her upper body as he spoke, the humming of his words, rippling through her body. "I never would; the press are just so anxious to get me involved with someone that they'll place me with anyone." He paused this time to look in her eyes. "I would never cheat." Somehow touched by his words, she placed her hands on his cheeks and ran her thumbs over his stubble.

"You're a good guy, Rick." Just as soon as it was spoken, Rick's gave turned primal as he grabbed her right wrist and licked it slowly.

"Tonight, I aim to be very bad." As he continued his descent on her body, he brought her hand with him, sending her body over the edge.

Rick smiled as he hung up with Alexis, confirming their dinner plans for the night when Sophia stormed up to him as he waited outside her apartment. "You're ditching me again aren't you?" She accused before he could open his mouth. "This is the fourth date night you've skipped out on."

Grabbing her wrists so she wouldn't poke him as she did when she was particularly upset, he ushered her into a neighbouring alley where they would have a decent amount of privacy. "Sophia," he spoke gently but firmly "they aren't dates, they're fuck fests and I'm not ditching, I've been doing my job."

Her hands flew to her hips as she tilted her head in annoyance. "Fuck fest wow, how classy for a writer."

"Tell me I'm wrong." He snapped and her eyes immediately softened but only enough to feign innocence.

"They could be dates, Rick, you're the one who keeps hiding things and doing whatever the hell he wants."

"Like I've ever been able to stop you from doing what you want." Her eyebrows shot up in challenge.

"Really; so if I walked away right now and told you that you couldn't shadow me anymore what would you say?"

Rick was silent for a long moment, concentrating on the cars whizzing by them rather than on the ultimatum that had just been thrust in his face. Then his cell-phone rang, alerting him to the fact that his daughter was calling. "I'd say that I'd done plenty of research on the C.I.A. this past year and I now longer need to shadow you."

Sophia was stunned silent by his words, their sting hitting closer to her heart than she would ever admit. The air thinned as she exhaled slowly, her decision made for her. "It was nice meeting you Mr. Castle."