Beckett and Castle regained conciseness lying inside the box which had landed on its side, "Castle, where are we?" Beckett whispered.
Castle looked around for a minute before saying, "We're either in the past, the future, or the box fell over and we're where we started off."
"Well let's find out" said Beckett opening the door which was now above them. Castle and Beckett stood up and looked around.
"We're in the future!" Castle exclaimed, "This is like a sci-fi book."
"How do you know we're in the future?" Beckett asked staring around noticing the crowd of people around the box staring at them. It must be strange for them, a box appearing out of nowhere, and two people emerging from it.
"Look!" Castle said pointing to the sky, where a space ship soared across the sky, and landed just out of sight, seeming not to notice all the people.
"Castle, let's get out of here, I don't like the way they're looking at us."
"What?" Castle said, "They must be used to it by now, I mean it's the future, people must be time traveling all the time. Either that or they think we're gods, and are planning on worshiping us and becoming are faithful minions, I'm hoping for the latter."
"Castle," Beckett hissed, "This is real, not some book, or sci-fi movie."
"Just before you said time-machines weren't real. Anything could happen."
"Exactly my point."
"Ah, Malcolm Reynolds, there you are." A man with a British accent pushed his way through the crowd, "Did you get the job done." Just then he seemed to see the time machine, "Where's your crew, who's that women and what are you doing standing in that…. thing?"
"What job?" Castle asked then whispered to Beckett, "What did he call me?"
"Did you deliver the goods and get paid?"
"I'm sorry but I think you've got the wrong guy." Castle told the man confused.
The man looked at him unimpressed, "I don't know what game your playing, but I can see you clear as day. Malcolm Reynolds, if something went wrong, I don't want you telling me you're clearly someone you're not."
"I don't know who you think I am, but I'm not that guy."
"Then who are you exactly?" The man asked still not seeming to believe it.
"Richard Castle."
"So why are you in this…box?" The man asked.
"We come from the p-" Castle broke off as Beckett stepped on his foot.
She took over from there, "It's a long story."
"And you are…?" The man asked seemed to actually not have any idea.
"Detective Kate Beckett," Beckett said extending her hand, before realizing her mistake.
"Detective," the man said surprised, then he started to look suspicious, and he glanced over at Castle, "I see, do you work with the Alliance?"
"No," Beckett said trying to sound as if he had some idea what the man was talking about, "I'm a..private investigator."
"May I ask what you are investigating exactly?"
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you that."
The man looked at her for a minute, looking as if he didn't buy her story before saying, "I think you two should come with me."
"I don't think so." Beckett told him.
"Oh, I think so," the man said pulling out a gun, "Come on let's go."
Beckett and Castle stared a moment before coming with him, "This is awesome!" Castle told Beckett quietly.
"Shut up, Castle."