A/n: Hey you guys! Chapter 7, woo hoo! Haha, I got part of the idea for this chapter watching an interview with Nathan Fillion. I think it was maybe Jimmy Kimmel. He had a really funny story about the light saber he bought off E-Bay. Hope you like it… ;) Read and Review!
Chapter 7: Elevator Music
-Beckett's POV-
"Hey. A friend of mine is picking us up."
"Hmmm? Sure… I'm way to tired to try and call a taxi anyway." Castle grumbles. I know it's strange, he's: grumpy? That never happens. He's like the Energizer bunny when it comes to happiness.
He's still tired; it's around four, we've just gotten out of Customs. What the hell was he doing on Thursday night that made him so tired? Mmm if I ask him, he'll say writing.
Just watch.
"Hey- why are you so tired? I told to get a good night's sleep."
He lets out a bit of a yawn, "Ahhh, I was writing."
"Writing huh?" I don't believe him, I never believe him.
"Yeah, writing." He finishes. He cocks an eyebrow, but his ruggedly handsome smile won't fool me. He was doing something stupid wasn't he?
"What were you really doing?" I give him a suspicious look…
"-Cough, cough- I was, I was having a light saber fight with my doorman -cough- it was very intense… If you would like to know, I won." He confesses, clearing his throat to hide his nerdy shame and giving me a silly look.
"So, if I was kidnapped by Clones?"
"I would save of course. Han Solo style." Castle's wide smile envelops all my sight, and I secretly melt.
"I'll keep that in mind,"
He grins, pleasingly leaning his arm against the wall by our elevator.
"If I'm ever stuck in a Star Wars convention…" I tease and roll my eyes.
"Your such a geek." I mutter teasingly in his ear, so one around us can hear.
He leans over, "And you're a hopeless little fan girl."
Oh. No. He. Didn't?
My heel confronts his foot…
"Ow, oh God. That hurt," Castle winces in pain, but as he hops into out elevator he painfully whispers: "F-fan girl." Hello Mr. Castle's foot, meet Ms. Beckett's spiky heel; my heel meets his other foot this time. As he groans in pain the doors close.
"Bite the bullet ya' wuss." I mock.
"I am not a wuss. I own a light saber."
I raise an eyebrow. "Fine then- double wuss."
"Fine, you're a fan girl! One lucky fan girl- I might say spending all this time with moi. Groupie almost."
"I am not a groupie…"
"Oh hey, keeping a poster of me in your bedroom is a noble cause and all but-"
I raise my hand, and threaten to deal a painful shoulder poke. He flinches.
"-Not a groupie. And any more about that poster and you might wake up one morning, and find yourself missing your favorite appendage."
He laughs and holds up his hands and makes a puppy face. "Ohh what? Cut off my hands so I can't write? Hahh hahh ha-"
"I'm not talking about your hands."
Castle stops and glances down. "Oh god." He makes a cup with his hands and moves awkwardly to the corner of the elevator.
"Fine you are not a groupie."
"Thank you."
I click the street level floor. I lean up against the wall and he scoots awkwardly farther and farther away, step by step breathing slowly. Inch by inch.
"Just for precaution." He glances down, and whispers something that sounds like: 'and safety' under his breath
"What?" I inquire. I roll my eyes.
He's silent, a pleasant surprise. He hangs his head in silent fear.
"Oh God, Castle I was joking." Castle doesn't look up, he doesn't trust me yet- or he's just faking.
"Your just going to step on my foot again aren't you?" He whines, sounding much like a scared, sad little boy. He's pouting; such a little boy move on his part. If I didn't find him so adorable I'd smack him.
"Here," I move over to him. "Truce?" He squints at me.
I have one last resort. I slowly move closer to him, and wrap my arms around his shoulders. He wraps his arms around mine.
"Truce."
It's a truce hug I guess. He smiles and holds me tighter.
We stay still for the rest of the ride down. Locked in his arms, I can't feel the air around me. I'm floating.
Ding.
The elevators doors open and I'm greeted by an old friend.
"Becks, oh man. I was just gonna call you. Oh- am I intruding?"
It's Sam. The groom at the wedding I'm going to. He looks surprised to see Castle's arms locked around me, for a while there I'd forgotten where I was. Dizzy almost.
Castle stands his ground and it's me who pulls away from our little moment. He looks disappointed.
"Sam!" I swing into him, and he swings me around and drops me. My protective little shadow named Castle, doesn't like this. He clears his throat. "So… you're Sam."
"Sam I am."
I laugh, "I never get tired of that."
"Rick, this is Sam Rainer. This is Richard Castle. He's a good friend of mine." I introduce them, there's little awkward moment and they finally shake hands. Sam's suspicious.
"I can see that." Sam raises an eyebrow.
"Oh, Sammy. Were not dating or anything. He's just my date, I mean my friend-"
I stop- I really don't want to go down this road right now.
"Mmmm. whatever you say, Katie. Whatever you say." Sam says taking my bags and helping us to the parking lot.
-Castle's POV-
Pulling up to our hotel, Sam gets the ball rolling for what could just possibly be another, moment of truth.
"What room you guys staying in?"
"921a." I answer fidgeting with my phone, I'm actually Googling Sam Rainer for dirt on him, but Beckett doesn't need to know that. "921b." Beckett turns her at me head 'Matrix' slowly and answers. Beckett's got her eyes on a target, uh oh. I slide my feet under the seat so that can't get swiped again by Beckett's evil sexy heels. "You-"
"No. No I didn't." I raise my hands in surrender.
"You planned it this way…"
For the sake of me, my feet and my other appendages. I lie:
"No, way."
"Oh yes you did, just like the whole poster thing. You. You're just trying to mess with me."
"No… I wouldn't dare. Besides, would I lie when you're wearing spike heels?"
Good job, she'll never suspect a thing. I turn my eyes slowly to her, to see if she's still watching me. She is. I turn my head to the window and watch her reflection behind me closely. Kate Beckett is looking me over like one of her suspects. That's hot, but not right now since my feet still wrench in pain. Those heels might be sexy but they are damn dangerous. "I don't believe you. But I guess I'm too Jet lagged to care what room I'm in."
I chuckle and she catches me. I get a deathly distrustful glare from my muse.
"As long as it isn't yours." She adds realizing what she said."
Aww. I'm sad about that last part.
"Seriously man-," Sam confronts me in the front mirror. "You try anything. Woo you're dead. I invited allot of old police buddies of Becks' here. Were committed. Anything shady? You end up in an alley and it won't be pretty."
I'm speechless. But in a sort of terrified tone I answer: "Oh…O.k."
He's watching me through his mirror. Watching intently.
I'm screwed.
And Beckett said there were at least four of these guy's going to the wedding? I'm quadruple screwed.
Kate turns her head at me, fighting a laugh. As I go to unlock my seat belt, our hands touch.
A/n: Did you like it? Hahha. Read and Review. I thought the whole groupie thing was funny, did you? Hehe. The next chapter is the start of some fun scenes between them. Castle goes to a Batchelor party and gets drilled by 'the boys'. It'll be fun. ;) Oh and to the reviews so far, I applaud you.
Approvingly and Giddily,
K.H.
