A/N: Thank you everyone who has taken the time to review. I love reviews!!! ^^ anyway on to the chapter. P.s. I know nothing about French dynamics. This is all in my head. Also this is short but it's needed for transition so yeah. Enjoy

Disclaimer: JE's characters are still hers I only own Robin and my ideas.

Obsessed

Part 3

It took everything in me to get off the floor the next morning. I hadn't moved an inch in the whole night, just laid there in wrinkled dress and heels on the floor crying until finally fell asleep. My body was stiff and head was pounding from the excessive amount I was crying last night. I just knew my face was puffy and my makeup had mostly drowned my face in tear streaks and smudges. I barely had enough energy to drag myself to the bed but I could no longer take the hard wood floor.

I stiffly stumbled across to my bedroom door and opened it, only to freeze and crumble to the floor again. There, scattered across my bed where butterflies. Diamond butterflies. Necklaces, anklets, bracelets, even earrings. All butterflies.

'He remembered.'

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Meanwhile at RangeMan….

"Who is he!" was the first thing Ranger barked as he stepped off the elevator. Around him his men stood at attention, all audible gulping. Ranger was in a mood and they all knew it had everything to do with last night's distraction.

"I asked a question!" He yelled causing some of the newer RangeMan to flinch.

"You're not going to like it BossMan." Tank said after a moment of tense silence.

"Who is he?" Ranger repeated, directing his attention to Tank, in a voice that would make a lesser man crumble in wretched sobs.

"French Royalty."