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"Why are we going in there? The place looks really creepy!" Jenna asked, following me in to the haunted hotel.

"Jenna, that's the whole point. The purpose of places like these are to scare people, like you." She sighed and followed behind me.

Jake was holding on to my hand. "You girls, excited?" He asked, as we waited in line.

"Yes. Of course." I said, with a smile.

"No. Not at all." Jenna replied.

"Come on. It will be over before you know it and you will begging to go in again." I tried to reassure her, but as always, she wasn't buying it.

"Cheyenne, there's no way I will want to go back in." I shook my head.

The line was finally moving and were able to go in. "Jake."

"What?" He asked. I motioned for him to lean in. "Will you stand next to Jenna? She's kind of scared." He nodded and we switched places.

"Okay, let's do this." I turned to look at Jenna.

"This place might not even to be scary. Remember the haunted corn maze, last year?" I asked. That place was a train wreck.

She nodded, still looking terrified. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. We walked in slowly and I wasn't really able to enjoy anything, because Jenna kept screaming at ever little thing. Obviously, the guy with the chainsaw, wasn't going to chop her into pieces. We finally made it to last room. Jake slipped his hands around my waist and pulled me against him. I smiled and leaned back towards him. Jenna moved past us.

"Are we almost done? Can we just go?" She asked.

"No. It's not over yet."

"Well, I am done, so how do I get out of here?" She asked, clearly mad. I sighed. "Just follow the arrows."

"Don't get scared, by the man with a knife at the end." Jake called after her. "It's my cousin, Jimmy." She flipped him off, and left.

I tried not to laugh, but I couldn't help it. We entered the last room. Jake pushed me against a closet door. "Finally, we are alone." He said, kissing my neck.

I laughed and pulled his face to mine. We had been dating for a couple weeks. I had known him for a year, but until recently, he was kind of a jerk.

"You need to come home with me, tonight." He whispered.

"I don't know, you might have to persuade me." I whispered back. Just as he was about to kiss me, there was a knock against the door, I was pressed up against. I looked up at him.

"Was that you?" I asked.

"No. Probably a skeleton or a ghost." He said, before kissing me. I ran my hands through his hair. Suddenly, a strong smell hit me.

"What's that?" I asked, pushing Jake, off me.

I moved away and just then, the door popped open and a dead body fell out. I looked over at Jake and laughed.

"God, Jenna would be freaking out, if she were here." I looked down, waiting for the guy to get up, but he didn't. I looked at Jake. "Why isn't he getting up?" I looked back down and saw blood.

"I don't know." He bent down and shook the guy, trying to get him to respond. He checked his pulse. "Shit!"

"What?"

"I think he's dead. Really dead." I looked at the body.

"Those are real stab wounds?"

"I think so. We should go tell someone." He held out his hand for mine and we ran out of the room.

About an hour later...

"I told you we shouldn't have gone in there." Jenna said, nudging me with her elbow.

"Just be glad you weren't in there. That was really weird." I shifted back and forth. Something I did out of habit, when I was nervous.

"Ms. Sawyer?" I heard from behind me. I turned to see two detectives looking at me. I noticed one of them had piercing blue eyes. "We're detectives, Ryan and Esposito."

"Yes." I wasn't sure what to say. The man who introduced himself as Detective Ryan, spoke up. "We'd like to take your statement." I nodded and we walked away from Jenna. "Um, well, we were.."

"Who is we?"

"My boyfriend, Jake."

"Jake?" Detective Esposito, asked.

"Campbell. Jake Campbell." He nodded, writing it down. "Anyway, we were in the last room and we were..."

They both looked at me.

"We were, you know, making out." They exchanged a look. I was mortified. "We heard a thump from the closet and then the body fell out the door and at first, I thought it was just part of the skit, but, he wasn't moving and well, Jake bent down and tried to get him to move, but he couldn't. He checked for a pulse and that's when we went and told the manager." I still felt stupid, not knowing the difference between a real dead body and a fake one.

"Anything else?" Detective Ryan, asked. "Did you see anyone leaving the room, before you entered?" I thought back and shook my head.

"Uh, my friend, Jenna" I pointed over to her. "She left before we entered the room, maybe she saw someone." I said. Detective Ryan looked at Detective Esposito and motioned over towards Jenna. He gave me a small smile and walked over away.

"Anything else?" He asked me.

"Not that I can remember. I don't remember seeing anything out of place, before we found that guy." I thought back to the guy laying on the floor, the blood on his back. Who would kill someone like that?

"Thank you. You should be free to go in awhile. " He smiled.

"Do you know who that guy is?" I asked. He gave me a interesting look.

"I mean, was he married? Have kids?" I noticed tears starting to form. I shook my head. "I'm sorry. Forget I asked."

"We don't know much about him as of right now." He answered.

I nodded. "Just feel bad."

"Why would you feel bad?" He asked.

"Because, when he first fell out of the closet, I laughed. That was my first reaction."

"Well you were in a haunted hotel, It was an honest mistake. A lot of people would have probably acted the same way." I felt a little better. "I probably would have." He smiled.

"Thank you." I smiled. He nodded and left.

I walked back over to the car and searched for Jake. I saw him talking to another detective. A woman detective. She looked vaguely familiar. There was a man standing next to her. A man I knew. Richard Castle. What was he doing here? Wait. He worked with a detective. I remembered hearing that from his daughter, Alexis. Jake walked away from them and walked towards me.

"Hey baby, how are you doing?" He asked, hugging me.

"I'm okay." I answered. "You want to come over tonight?" He asked, stroking my hair. That was tempting.

"I think I should go home. After seeing that tonight, I just don't feel like it. You understand, right?"

"Of course." I looked up at home.

"Jenna will give me a ride home."

"I can take you home." He offered. I shook my head and backed away.

"Shane wouldn't like that. Just let Jenna, do it, okay?" He nodded, but looked upset.

"Call me if you need anything, okay?" He asked, holding my head up by my chin.

"I will." I smiled, the best smile I could manage. He bent down and softly kissed me.

"Bye."

"Bye." I waved. Jenna came over after Jake got in his car.

"Will you give me a lift?" I asked.

"Sure."

"I am so sorry, I begged you to come here tonight."

"It's not your fault this happened. I don't blame you."

"Good." I breathed, a sigh of relief. We were making our way back to her car. Shane was going to freak when he heard about this.

"Cheyenne?" I knew the voice as soon as I heard it. I turned around to see Richard Castle.

"Hey, Mr. Castle." I waved.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I was one of the people who found the body." I replied, looking over his shoulder I saw, them moving the body.

"Are you okay?" He seemed concern.

"Yes. I'm fine."

"Castle?"

We both heard. He turned around and I saw that it was the blue eyed detective. I think it was Detective Ryan. He looked to me and gave a small smile.

"Yes."

"Beckett is looking for you."

"Always is." He smiled. "Detective Ryan, this is Cheyenne Sawyer."

"We actually already met." I informed him.

"How?"

"I took her statement." He answered.

"Oh."

"How do you know each other?" He asked, Castle.

"Cheyenne went to school with Alexis." He explained.

"Speaking of Alexis, I lost her number. Can you tell her to call me the next time you happen to see her?"

"Of course."

"Well we should get going. Goodbye Mr. Castle."

"Cheyenne, you aren't 16 anymore, you can call me Rick or Castle." I nodded.

"Goodnight, Rick or Castle."

He smiled. "Nice."

"Goodbye, Detective." I looked over to him.

"Goodbye."