AN: Castle and Beckett get stuck in the elevator. As usual Castle starts with his wild theories and Beckett gets irritated. I hope you have lots of fun reading it. Write your thoughts about it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Castle
Stuck in the elevator
Kate and Castle entered in the elevator. They were all alone, silently waiting to arrive in the precinct. Suddenly the elevator stopped and then all the lights went out.
"What happened?" Castle asked, frightened as he instinctively looked around but couldn't see anything in the dark.
"The elevator got stuck," Kate stated the obvious.
"Oh my God! What are we going to do?" Castle asked, getting panicked.
"Calm down, Castle. No need to panic." She tried to calm him a little, knowing him well enough. He usually gets frightened pretty easily.
"Beckett, did you do this? Is this some kind of a sick plan to frighten me?" He asked, his voice a bit uneven from fright and a little irritation.
"Seriously, Castle?! You think I did this to us?" She asked as she got a bit annoyed by his ridiculous statement. "That's the first thing that crossed your mind?" She exclaimed, giving him a dirty look even though he couldn't see it. She just couldn't believe his suggestion. Just like all of his theories, his suggestion was stupid and ridiculous. "And what's the master plan then?"
"To mock me and make fun of me?" He suggested hesitantly, frightened that his answer would piss her off.
"Yeah! Be stuck in the elevator with you! That's my brilliant idea!" she declared loudly. She was getting more and more irritated by his words. He wasn't making it any better, too. "Seriously? Why do you think I would punish myself like that? I am not that masochistic, Castle. No offense."
"If you didn't do this then who? Oh, I know!" he exclaimed and she knew that exclamation pretty well. He was going to theorize. "Perhaps a serial killer or some sick maniac did this to us."
"A serial killer in the precinct?" She asked skeptically. "A maniac that hid himself in a place filled with cops?" She said, trying to make him realize how ridiculous his idea sounded.
"A serial killer who seeks vengeance. No! An escape prisoner who came down to seek justice," he started speculating.
"Castle, that's ridiculous!" She said to him but he didn't seem to listen to her.
He was in that mode where he could speculate and never get tired of it. He just speculated to drive her crazy, she knew that for sure. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. She was stuck with Castle after all. She knew him very well so she knew that he could go on and on, blabbering about it even for days. She just hoped that someone would get her out of the elevator real soon.
"The killer had stopped the elevator and would just leave us die here. We could be here for hours, Beckett. Even days. We will die starving. No, actually, we'll die from thirst because we can't do without water for very long time."
"Castle, Seriously?" She asked, irritated by his annoying speculation. She wished he would just shut up. "Are you done?" She asked, hoping he would understand what she was implying with that question.
"Ooh, no. I've got another one," he stated excitedly, thinking about another good theory. "I think that the elevator has been obsessed." He declared with a certain conviction, determined to think of any possible theory, even the wild ones.
"Obsessed?" Beckett asked, skeptically. "By what?"
"Not by what, Beckett. By whom," he Clearfield for her. "By a person. A dead person, actually. A ghost or some kind of evil creature who wants to kill us."
"You mean beside me?!" she mocked.
"Now it's not the time for jokes, Beckett. We are so gonna die here." he stated, feeling panicked by being in a pitch dark in that small space of the elevator.
"Calm down, Castle. We are not gonna die," she tried to calm him one more tine even though she was getting more and more irritated by his behavior. "I am sure there's some reasonable explanation behind all this."
"Yeah. This elevator has an evil soul!"
"I said reasonable, Castle" she reminded him.
"And what's your theory then, Detective Beckett? Enlighten me, please."
"Most likely there's a blackout. So calm down because no one is going to kill us. Besides, I have my gun with me so don't worry about it."
"You can't kill a ghost with a gun, Beckett. And what if the ghost is doing this not to kill us because that obviously is impossible? What if the ghost wants just to frighten us?"
"This could be anything," she stated, ignoring his ridiculous comment. "The power could be out. The elevator could be broken. After all, it's an old elevator, Castle."
"It's a ghost, I am telling you."
"It's anything but that," she declared with certainty.
"Okay, whatever it is, you need to fix it."
"Fix it? Do I look like an elevator fixer? You fix it yourself, Castle."
"You are the detective here, you should think of a plan to get us out. Do your gumshoe and detect, Detective. Just find a way to get us out of here."
"I detect nothing. It's pitch black in here, Castle!" she complained, stating the obvious once again. "And besides, if there's a blackout we will need a light. Do you have your cell phone?"
"Yes. It's in my jacket," he answered calmly.
"Oh my God, Castle, you have a cell phone!" she exclaimed excitedly, thinking they might be saved after all. "Get it out and try calling someone. You might get a signal here. You have to try."
"Oh, no, no" he stated as she obviously misunderstood him. "I meant I have a cell phone but it's in the precinct. It's in the left pocket of my jacket."
"Great! And I left my cell phone on my desk! Uuh!"
"Well, at least your coat is here. You're wearing a coat, right? So don't you have a flashlight in there or something else that might help us?"
"Yes. Of course I do have something. Many things, actually. Let me just get my night goggles and my binoculars out of my pocket first," she answered sarcastically.
"Your sarcasm isn't helping," he noted, disappointed.
"Yeah, but your wild theories were a life-saver!"
"Hey! Why are you so cranky, Beckett? I could see the way you leer at me. Well, technically, I can't see it but I can hear your tone and feel your stare... It's not my fault that we are stuck in here," he justified himself.
"Castle, need I remind you that you were the one who insisted on going up with the elevator? You said you don't wanna climb the stairs all the way up to the precinct," she blamed. "I am too tired," she imitated his voice, "you said."
"Okay. Maybe I have just a tiny part in this but I didn't do this to us on purpose. I am sorry but if I knew that this would happen, I wouldn't have minded a few stairs. But it's not my fault."
"It's not my fault, too, Castle. So would you stop whining about it? Do you see me blaming you for this accident?" she accused him, getting frustrated with the whole situation. "Nope. I haven't said a thing."
"Yeah, but I can detect the irritation even from over here," he answered back.
"Whatever!" She said , crossing her arms. Usually when she was filled up with frustration, she would start going up and down but the space was tiny so she couldn't move even a little bit. And plus, it was dark so she just stayed put.
After a few minutes of blissful silence, Castle broke it. "I think we should do something, Beckett. We have to try and do something about it. We can't just stand here and do nothing!"
"And what's your brilliant idea, Castle? What do you suggest? I am all ears."
"I think we should press the call button and try to find some help."
"Well, if there's no power we can't do that. No one will hear us anyway." She stated the obvious, thinking that the plan was thin.
"We have to try," he said determined, moving his hands in the air, trying to find the buttons. He was searching for the buttons in the pitch black so it was really hard for him. But as he reached out he felt he hit something so he started pressing all the buttons he could reach until he heard Beckett's exclamation.
"Castle! What the hell?!"
To be continued...