Third Draft; Dream Sequence

[cuffmeonce]

Rick Castle is running down a New York City sidewalk. Not skipping, not jogging, flat out running. Thank God the street is empty. The reason for this frenzied pace is that he is being chased. The verbs, adverbs and adjectives behind him are quite real and armed with a variety of medieval weapons. There's a flail, a sword and a bow. However, the one that Castle is really scared of is the huge, towering, RED deadline that brings up the rear. Why you may ask? Well because this deadline has a bazooka.

Castle isn't a runner. He's not a jogger. Sure he tries to keep in shape but running for his life isn't part of his exercise regime. He's pretty sure his chest is going to explode and he knows if he gets out of this alive, he's going to have to consider just how far his victims and his leads can run without having their hearts explode. He'll have to experiment with Kate.

He dives into an open doorway, rolls in a very dramatic 'Derrick Storm' fashion to his feet. He looks around an a grin sprawls across his face.

Beckett is on a stripper pole.

Dear God, Castle loves his dreams.

[ooc: free for all. Feel free to bring angry parts of speech with you as well]

Comments

[dresden4hire.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I do care," Harry said, nodding and politely averting his eyes just in case that was the real Kate Beckett.

"Because if that is the real Kate, she's going to be really, really pissed about this," he explained. "If not, well, then, it's your fantasy, I just got sucked into it, not my fault."

[cuffmeonce.livejournal.com]

"You're just not used to her being pissed at you. I, on the other hand, am a seasoned veteran." He reaches out to pick up a glass with scotch in it that wasn't there a moment ago.

[dresden4hire.livejournal.com]

"I would prefer to be drafted into that war as little as possible," Harry said, shaking his head. A little angry he didn't mind, a little angry could be fun every now and then. Seriously pissed? Not so much.

[cuffmeonce.livejournal.com]

"It's not for the faint of heart," Castle nodded. He took a sip of his scotch. "Want a drink?"