Characters: Beckett/Castle, 'Alexander'

Rating: K

Genre: Humor

Summary: Crack!Fic. Beckett's closet decides to have a little fun with the detective and her writer friend.

I do NOT own Castle.

Yeah, random chapter is random. Might want to read chapter 27 if you haven't already to understand this one. XD

(Setup OMGOMGOMGOMG DEAD! And then the promo for Countdown! I'd be writing a fanfic if my brain wasn't so fried...)

One A Day Doesn't Keep Alexander At Bay...

"Alright, Alexander, what am I going to wear today?" Beckett asked her closet, who she had recently nicknamed Alexander, mostly because it was being annoying and childish just like Castle, but it would be too weird to name her closet Castle.

Not that it wasn't weird to name a closet in the first place, but her closet was special. Or more specifically, the black hole residing inside her closet was special.

She took a deep breath and opened the door to the closet, seeing a full outfit- complete with scarf, socks, and coat- hanging alone in the closet.

"Good boy."

"I need something to sleep in." Beckett shut the door and waited a moment to open it, revealing a single large shirt hanging on a hanger.

"I was kinda hoping for some leggings too..." She muttered but Alexander was being uncooperative so she pulled out the shirt and started putting it on, before realizing it definitely wasn't hers.

It was a white and blue striped button down shirt, and while she had one similar to it, this was definitely not hers. In fact, if she didn't know any better, she'd be willing to bet that it was a certain writer's.

But that was ridiculous.

Deciding she was too tired to think about it, she slipped the very comfortable shirt on and headed to bed.

"It's going to get cold later this evening so I'm going to need a coat too." Beckett said, pulling on the suit Alexander had picked out for her before opening the closet door again to see a very large brown coat that wasn't hers.

Thinking that she had seen that coat before, she pulled it out of the closet and stuck her hands in the pockets, pulling out a wallet. Castle's wallet to be exact.

"Come on, I'm going to be late." Opening the door again revealed one of her coats and she quickly put it on then draped Castle's coat over her arm, after putting the wallet back, and drove over to Castle's loft.

"Here, I think you might need this." She said once she made her way up to the loft, handing over the coat to a very confused Castle before leaving for work.

Beckett stumbled into her apartment after a Girl's Night Out with Lanie, just drunk enough to be unsteady on her feet. She kicked off her ridiculously high heels and headed towards her bedroom, intending to sleep it off in her nice comfy bed. Only she didn't quite make it all the way there.

Halfway to the bed, she slipped on a pile of clothes she had left in the middle of the floor earlier- so that she would be forced to remember to do laundry- and started falling towards the closed closet door. As she fell, she was just sober enough to realize that her head was headed right for the pointy door handle of the closet.

I can see it now: Famous Detective found dead in her apartment from apparently slipping on a pile of dirty laundry and hitting her head on her evil closet's door handle. She thought, but before her head made contact, the door swung inwards- which shouldn't be possible since normally it swung outwards- and she instead fell into the closet.

She was just about to pull herself up off the floor of the closet, when the door shut and the strangest feeling came over her.

She was inside the black hole. Now that was a thought that would instantly sober anyone up.

She felt like she was floating in the dark and she desperately tried to push herself in any direction, trying to get out, shouting the whole time.

It seemed like forever, but it was really only a few minutes before she was released from the black hole.

The closet door opened again and she was literally thrown out of the closet, flying a decent distance to land on an unfamiliar bed. And it's occupant.

"Oof! What the?" Castle groaned and sat up when something landed on him, and never in a million years did he expect to see Kate Beckett sprawled across his lap, on his bed, late at night.

"Beckett?"

"Castle!" Beckett looked up at him, just as surprised at where she was as he was.

"Um what..." Whatever he was going to say was lost when he turned on the light and saw what she was wearing.

Seeing where his eyes were, she looked down, seeing that she definitely wasn't wearing what she was earlier.

Apparently sometime during her trip in the black hole, she had been changed into a dress that was definitely not hers. In fact, it looked like one of Lanie's. Not just because of the risque style, but also because of how short it was on her.

"Oh for the love of..."

"Um Beckett? Not that I'm complaining, but why are you here? And for that matter, how did you get in?"

Now how in the world was she going to explain this? She was so going to kill Alexander as soon as she borrowed some clothes so she wouldn't have to walk home in the scrap of a dress she was now wearing.