AN: This is the first and only thing I've written for Castle, but that was such a great cliff-hanger, wasn't it? It might be OOC, but this is how I imagine the next scene would be like, based on my personal interpretations of the characters I see every week on my TV. :)
The freezer was cold. Every breath released a puff of cloudy carbon dioxide out into the space around them like a smokers' exhale.
Castle stomped his feet and shoved his bare hands deep into the pockets of his overcoat. He had envisioned something like this for one of his stories once, but had decided it didn't fit the requirements of the lusty tryst he was aiming for. If he was writing this scene, now would be the perfect time for him and Kate to finish that intriguing little conversation they had had earlier in the quarantine tent.
At the moment though, she looked more interested in the frozen corpse.
She stood up from where she was crouched beside that which had formerly been Jamil. "Well, he didn't die from the cold, so that's promising." She rubbed her hands together and then tucked them under her arms, hugging herself.
"Of course not." He replied. "It's hardly cold enough in here to kill someone. Not unless the temperature switch was purposefully lowered, at which point we would be in some serious trouble, but if they wanted us dead they would have just shot us."
"They tried to shoot us." She reminded him darkly.
He rolled his eyes. "This trailer, while cold, will probably not even induce frostbite, unless we were to get naked and lay down on the floor."
"Great." She scowled. "So what do we do now?"
Vague images passed through his mind, of sharing body heat and feeling her skin up against his.
"Besides that." She declared, giving him a dirty look.
He shrugged in response, glad at least that she had been thinking the same thing he was. "We could always finish that discussion, about having someone always there with you."
"I don't know, I'm pretty glad you're here with me, for one thing, your conversation is far more entertaining than his." Castle gestured with his chin towards the corpse. "Amazing how quickly body heat drops after death, and escaping moisture and gas turn to ice in frigid conditions. I think I'm going to use that in a book one day."
"Yah, I'm more entertaining than a dead person, gee thanks Castle, you really know how to give a compliment." She was trying not to smile.
He blinked and grinned, "I wasn't trying."
"Oh really?" She stepped closer to him, her face tilted to his, a challenging look in her eyes.
His gaze dropped to her mouth. "Yeah."
"Well then, maybe you should try." She dared.
He opened his mouth, and freezer door clanged. "Unbelievable!" He muttered. "Timing people, timing!"
There were shouts on the other side of the door, and Beckett held her gun at the ready as it was wrenched open.
"NYPD." A familiar voice shouted, before the blondish head peeked in. "Oh there you are."
"Ryan, how did you know where we were?" Beckett holstered her gun again, walking towards the relative warmth that beckoned on the other side of the door.
"The text." Ryan blinked at her before turning his gaze to Castle and then to the remains. "Is that who I think it is?"
"You got a text? From who?" Beckett asked Esposito.
He raised an eyebrow. "Castle. He left his phone on and dropped it by the pillar, we traced the call. Glad to see nobody is shot."
Beckett turned to Castle who was exiting the trailer and adjusting his coat. "We're being shot at and you SEND A TEXT?"
He looked surprised. "I'm a writer. I text faster than I talk."
"You could have told me."
"You didn't ask."
She laughed and shook her head, turning back to Esposito and Ryan. "We need to get going, they moved the bomb, let's see if there is anything here that can tell us where to."