ANNOUNCEMENT: MONDAY is INTERNATIONAL WEAR PIGTAILS and for all those guys out there its INTERNATIONAL PULL the PIGTAILS (esp. on someone you really like)…yes this idea all came about because of episode 2.13 and my Pigtails one shot…duh! lol
Again INFORMATION DISCLAIMER (skip it you don't give a shit unless you'r S&M…the reviewer not the uh…other thing…eww get your mind out of the gutter!): I am not a druggie, have never touched the stuff plan to never ever touch it and I plan to never put myself in a position that would cause me to do so accidently or otherwise. Thus, my information is second hand, what I researched and it was not in-depth research. My research was done quickly using the google search engine, as such I do not know the protocol or such that would be involved in an incident of inhalation of Meth. I was informed that some of my information was apparently incorrect so I am once again informing you, my readers, that this information is in no way positively correct or even comes close to actual usage of Methamphetamine. I will thank the particular reviewer for their insight and correction it's nice to learn something new but I will not however being changing the premise of my story to a completely aggressive Kate and the statistic given gave a 2 percent window anyways. Also I would like to thank the particular reviewer for their criticism :D unbelievable or not I appreciated their valid point and wish to apologize for my continual use of the word snarl in chapter 6 I got carried away and probably should have waited to post when I had slept more than three hours LOL Given that this reviewer didn't make it possible for me to respond I did so here and apologize to the rest of you who just had to read all this crap and would rather I shut up and get to the story WELL! Get your buts going and into the story for Christmas sakes.
P.S. to the particular reviewer: I really enjoyed your insight please feel free to contact me I would really like to hear more from you, your insight was valuable and helpful :)
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Getting Beckett into the car had been easier than getting her to stay in the car, getting her to stay seated and in the moving vehicle had been a whole other matter. After the third stoplight and her reaching for the door handle to jump out of the car Castle was finally able to work the child lock mechanism in her vehicle and integrate its precautionary measures. Thankfully, Kate's attention span was just shy of being equivalent to that of a goldfish and she was too jittery to get a hold of the lock and pry it open.
Her attention span being what it was she flicked the radio on and off too many times to count and when she did have it on it didn't stay on one station for long.
When Castle, sick of the constant channel changing and cacophony of Spanish stations, static, and just overall crap, forbade her from touching the radio she resorted to playing with anything and everything she could get her hands on…sometimes resorting to use of her feet. At one point she leaned over and played with a button on his shirt.
His breath hitched in his throat as she toyed with the ivory button rubbing it between her fingers as she leaned over her seat and into his personal space.
"What-" he croaked trying to crush the image of her lips on his (just because she was incapacitated on Meth didn't mean she wasn't gorgeous) He cleared his throat and tried again banishing naughty thoughts with much effort, "Mmm… what are you doing?" he asked, his voice didn't come out nearly as smooth as he would have liked.
"It's shiny," She said in wonder, "I want to feel it shine. It's so bright" she said mesmerized.
Castle was going to bet her enthusiasm was a mixture of heightened senses and euphoria because his button was barely shimmering with the dull reflection of a dim street light. She began to tug at the button and he gently grasped her hand preventing her from stripping him down. Who would have thought that the great Richard Castle would be turning down and opportunity to be stripped by a gorgeous woman then again this predicament wasn't exactly normal.
A sigh of relief exploded from Castle as they approached his apartment building. Now he just had to struggle with getting her into the elevator and up to his home.
As it turns out getting her out of the car wasn't a problem. The minute the car rolled to a stop, Kate bolted from the car.
"FREEDOM!" she shouted excitedly and began to turn around in rapid circles in the parking garage. She looked like a child, well in Rick's eyes she looked like a child, to other persons (luckily there were none in the vicinity) she would more likely have been pegged as an extremely drunk New York party girl heiress and considering her state of dress she may also have passed as an escort in other eyes.
Her wild circling would have surely ended in broken bones if she had been wearing her heels. Castle was glad she had ripped off her dangerous six inch heels when she was first forced into the car, he cringed, of course she had practically stabbed him with them as she exclaimed she was quote a "Ninja with super sharp shoey weapons. Don't mess with me or I will shoe you" then proceeded to wave the shoes around erratically in the air stabbing at invisible foes some of which were extremely close to his precious male genitalia.
He approached her just as she stumbled dizzily and lost her balance. She reached out and grasped the lapels of his suit for support. He in turn staggered under her weight and pulled her close to keep them both from smashing to the concrete floor.
"Mmmm," she breathed as she buried her nose in his chest, "You smell…good," she purred.
Castle pushed her away quickly and took deep calming breaths.
Kate giggled, "Little Ricky is getting overly…stimulated."
Castle was plastered to the floor in shock but he recovered quickly and a slow grin made its way across his face. "Mmm yes but I can't help it when you come on to me Katie."
Kate leapt forward her hand shot out and whacked Castle sharply across the back of his head, "I told you, do not call me Katie." She snapped as she quickly retreated.
Castle blinked, he'd felt the sharp pain in the back of his head before he'd even realized she'd move, Damn she was quick.
And just as quickly as she'd smacked him she was off and running.
"Race you to the elevator!" she shouted over her shoulder, her feet slapping against the cement floor and echoing off the concrete walls.
He shook himself out of his funk and raced after her hoping he reached the elevator in time, there was no telling where she would go if she ended up on the elevator alone, he'd have one hell of a time finding her.
He made it to her and the elevator just as the doors slid open with a ping. He took deep gulping breaths as he stepped into the elevator trying to calm his racing heart and satisfy his lungs need for oxygen. Kate cackled in delight, "I think someone is getting a tad out of shape." She wasn't even breathing mildly hard in fact it was perfectly languid and even.
Jesus Christ when his research had said "greater energy" he hadn't expected her to turn into fucking Speedy Gonzales.
"Stupid mouse" Castle griped to himself.
"MICE!?!?! Three blind mice! Three blind mice!" Kate caterwauled then dissolved into raucous laughter.
Castle looked at her askance; he hoped he'd never, ever again see this side of Katherine Beckett. Sure, it was nice to see her without a proverbial stick up her ass but he liked his Katie relaxed and confident, teasing him mercilessly about Twinkies and outlandish murder theories, not a child on crack. It would be nice to be exposed to her childlike state when she was no longer hopped up on Meth.
Castle was so deep in his musings that he failed to notice as the object of his thoughts light up every single floor on the elevator panel.
Rick was pulled from his revere by the ding of the elevator. He stepped off the lift to find himself in extremely unfamiliar territory…this was not his hallway. The whoosh of the doors beginning to shut behind him caused him to whirl and find that Kate had not followed him off the elevator. His eyes widened in panic and he lunged towards the closing doors only to run straight into hard cold metal. He'd missed the doors by a millisecond.
He raced towards the stairs and hoped to God he'd make it to the next floor before the elevator, that being unlikely he prayed that Kate would stay in the elevator and with that being just as unlikely as his first request, he begged that he'd find her before she wreaked too much havoc and didn't damage herself or anyone else in the process.
OK! My proverbial butterballs…um you know what lets go with a different term of endearment…how 'bout …Flibberty Flufferty Fangle Hopping Hippos….Ooooo me likey!
REVIEW OR GET YOUR BUTTERBALLS REMOVED! And your pigtails tied into horrendous knots that will end with your head getting shaved. I shall also steal every single clean pair of underwear you own and force you to wear dirty skivvies for the rest of your lives!!!!!
MMmmm…I think I've calmed down….give me love. Smiley faces are allowed and accepted as a form of review and I will retract the punishment above…however I can't make a promise about the underwear I'm running low on my supply for my poor imaginary creatures…they're real I tell you! REAL!
ADDED INCENTIVE: If enough of you review I will give you a special chapter on Monday in honor of INTERNATIONAL PIGTAIL DAY and honor of your love, of course
