I'm sitting here in my pigtails contemplating what to write…I just almost fell out of my chair cause this idea just hit me full force…ok shut up stop laughing yes I lied, the idea wasn't epic I'm just retarded and have really bad balance….or is it good balance because I managed to catch myself and right the chair before I toppled to the ground which is an epic feat considering I'm sitting in one of those weird butterfly chairs on a super slippery hardwood floor….yep I'm the best balancing non retard act you have ever imagined…Stop laughing at me and just read the story…*glares*
OK so here's the technicality it's already Monday in Australia sooooo I'm posting now! So technically everyone must wear them today and tomorrow!!!! Waha!
It is INTERNATIONAL PIGTAIL DAY!!! REJOICE AND WEAR YOUR PIGTAILS GALS and all you guys out there get your quick pinching fingers ready to yank on those tails…word to the wise… you yank to hard and It'll be international kick you in the balls day…just giving you a polite warning…don't make me change the title of the day…
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Castle huffed his way up the stairs, scenarios of disaster running through his mind setting him into a panic.
He made it to the next landing and almost collapsed in relief. There she stood next to the elevator scowling and tapping her foot impatiently.
"Castle!" she yelled.
He held up his hand signaling her to wait a moment as he bent at the waist to catch his breath and relax his tortured muscles. Beckett stomped her way to his side, yanked him up right, and dragged him to the elevator.
"Jeez…what's got your panties in a twist?" puffed Castle as they waited for the elevator.
Beckett glared, Castle flinched as they stepped into the elevator. Irritability was an understatement for people on Meth those researchers needed to substitute aggression for irritability.
As Castle bent once again to catch his breath he missed the evil twitch of Kate's mouth.
"Who says I'm wearing any?" she questioned with a rumbled.
The big breath of air Castle had just inhaled exploded from his chest and transformed into rough coughing as he choked in shock.
Beckett snickered; pressing his buttons was so much more fun than pressing the elevator buttons.
Castle got his breathing under control and settled back against one of the metal walls.
"How are you feeling?" he asked cautiously.
"How do you think I'm feeling?" she snapped, "I feel like a fucking hummingbird," she growled as she attempted to staunch the never-ending movement of her jittering legs that bounced her up and down.
He watched Kate cautiously and deigned not to answer, feeling the dark tension that radiated from her. They stood in silence for a few moments before Kate exploded, punching the side wall of the elevator. Castle flinched.
"I HATE elevator music. The damn shit is annoying, it's not even music," she snarled. Her burning eyes swept around the elevator landing on Castle for a moment then moved on, quickly scanning for something. Her gaze made him shiver, wild and angry was a fearsome look on Katherine Beckett.
Her eyes burned a hole in something just above his head and she stalked toward him gripping one of her high heels like a weapon. Castle scrambled out of the way, he really didn't want to be shoed.
A loud cacophony of CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! issued through the tiny metal room bouncing off the walls. The echoes died slowly leaving only the ring of utter silence and the whirring of the moving elevator. When Castle finally had the courage to look up and pry open his eyelids he found a flushed Beckett leaning against the wall beneath a shattered speaker that no longer dared to utter another note of elevator music. After he paid for a replacement speaker he would have to suggest that the apartment supers chose a music selection other than the genre deemed elevator music… classical music would be a better bet and less likely to get the speaker shoed into silence.
The final ding of the elevator told the pair that they had at last come to their destination. Kate stumbled forward shrugging off Castle's helpful gesture with a glare.
"Note to self: irritability still in the forefront of emotions," thought Castle as he unlocked his door.
He entered his home in a rush to get Kate inside and away from any possible escape only to panic considerably when he found his daughter standing in the kitchen with his mother. Both women were supposed to be away for the night.
"What are you doing here?" he asked them bewildered.
His daughter looked at him in concern and his mother chuckled.
"Well Richard-" began Martha.
But the rest of her words were cut off by a squeal of childish excitement.
"PIGTAILS!" Beckett yelled excitedly as she bounded past Castle and towards his daughter, who indeed was wearing her golden red hair in pigtails. Quick as lightening Beckett tugged lightly on Alexis' pigtails and took off running. His daughter looked after the detective in shock, giggled, and then turned an accusing eye at her father.
"Richard, dear… what did you do to our darling detective?" Martha asked with an eyebrow raised.
Rick's response was cut off by a loud shrieking giggle as said detective rode down the banister of the stairs. Euphoria and energy were once again front runners in her arsenal of Meth altered senses.
"You didn't get her drunk with the express intention of bedding her did you?" Martha inquired with interest.
"Mother!"
"Grandma!" came the simultaneous shocked and appalled replies.
Castle shook his head and explained, "Our assignment went awry and Detective Beckett inhaled some Meth."
Martha grimaced and Alexis gasped in horror.
"Why isn't she in the hospital?!" Alexis questioned in concern.
Rick shook his head, "She wouldn't go, said she was fine. The paramedics gave her the okay but required that someone watch her for the next twenty-four hours."
"Did they administer the counter agent and put her on a drip? Cause she really can't go without those." Alexis asked genuinely upset by the detective's unfortunate predicament.
"They took care of it, sweet heart" Rick replied putting a comforting arm around his daughter, pleased that his daughter was so attached to the detective, "She'll be fine. We just have to wait till she gets it all out of her system."
"Have you checked her temperature, Dad? Occasionally Methamphetamine can cause hyperthermia and a person's temperature can reach as high as 108 degrees."
Rick raised his eyebrows in surprise, "And how is it that my wonderful daughter has such an extensive knowledge of methamphetamine?"
"It was my final project last year in health. Remember? I was partnered with Cassidy and we spent two weeks stuffed up in my room working on it."
"Ah, yes. I remember thinking I had a second daughter." Rick said with a grin, "What ever happened to her? The two of you seemed to get a long great."
Alexis sighed sadly, "She moved to Nevada. We still email and IM occasionally."
Castle tugged on a pigtail attempting to cheer up his daughter, Alexis giggled.
Kate skipped back into the kitchen and practically knocked Rick over as she wrapped her arms around his stomach clamping his arms to his sides.
"Alexis, Martha," she said in greeting, an impish grin spreading across her face as she eyed Alexis' pigtails. "What do you say we give your father some matching pigtails?" she proposed to the younger red head.
Alexis laughed, "I'm in."
"No,no. Mother, please," protested the frantic author as he tried to wiggle out of the detective's iron grip.
"Sorry, Richard. I'm going to go grab the camera." Martha said flouncing off.
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Threat of the day: Review or get bitten and turned into a blooming frog…that's how the prince became a frog… so watch it! Or your fate will be the same but instead of a princess (or prince depending upon your gender…or in today's society…gender preference lol) kissing you and turning you back I'm exporting you to any country that eats frog legs….you shall be legless!!!! No not Legolas from Lord of the Rings, LEGLESS as in no legs!
FYI: Drugs are not fun like I portray them to be for most of this story. I realize that I make Kate seem hilarious and kinda fun on Meth but drugs are a serious thing that can ruin your life and those around you. I feel the need to say this to those people who lack brain cells and don't realize the effect doing drugs has on you and those around you. I've been on the receiving end of having a druggie in my life and it's not pretty and still to this day has had repercussions in my life and I wasn't even the one on drugs. So drug use seems almost silly and inconsequential in this story but it's not. Hey! Don't roll your eyes at me…that's mean *pouts* And yes I realize my D.A.R.E. speech is so elementary school lol God I hated those seminars tho they did get us out of class and yes I thought red ribbon week was lame (still do but that's because even when I was young not doing drugs was a no brainer and just damn common sense and if I had to listen to another stupid lecture I was gonna strangle someone lol) For those of you not in the states, D.A.R.E. and red ribbon week are basically lectures and seminars that Americans suffer their children to sit through in school from elementary to high school age teaching about drug awareness and side effects, etc. It really is a great program but hell when you listen to it five years in a row the American children do nothing but groan and mock it.
