l saw you trying to
hit the “door close” button in the elevator but I made it in and then I pushed
every single button to make you later for work, but now we’re stuck in this
fucking elevator as it stops at every single floor and I don’t know what to say
other than “you started it” AU
Kate rolls up the sleeve of her light brown overcoat in the cab, glancing at her watch which states that she’s already three minutes late for her first day at her new job. With a large exhale, she covers the watch with the fabric once more (out of sight, out of mind) and places her hands palm down on her navy blue slacks, wiping off the small amounts of perspiration on her bouncing legs.
After a look through the windscreen, she lets out another breath, considering the option of giving the cab driver all the money in her purse, and possibly her firstborn, if he would stop letting pedestrians cross the street and slowing to a complete halt at stop lights.
As soon as they reach the destination, Kate shoves a cluster of bills into the cabbie’s hands, unsure whether it’s more or less than the correct amount, and jogs to the entrance, her laptop bag rhythmically hitting against the top of her thighs with each stride.
Once inside the building, which is buzzing with ringing phones and animated conversations, she hurriedly glances around the office, looking for any signs that will point her in the right direction.
“Can I help you?” A woman at the reception desk pipes up, her expression showing no sympathy for the new employee.
“Yeah,” Kate managed to huff out, clearing her throat before speaking again due to its croakiness, “I’m the new civil rights attorney. I have a meeting with Roy Montgomery.”
With one hand, the worker scrolls on the computer in front of her, seemingly noting that Kate’s in a rush and deliberately spending extra time reading each letter.
“Katherine Beckett?” She asks, Kate nodding her head after the first syllable, “Room 147. First, let me print you off a badge.”
Kate rolls her eyes once the employee isn’t looking, almost positive that she isn’t in need of a piece of paper if she’s already hired, and as soon as the small white rectangle is handed to her, she grabs a lanyard from the box on the desk, chucking it over her head and hurrying off.
She runs to the elevator as quickly as she can without possibly spraining her ankle in her new five-inch heels, immediately pressing the button for the seventeenth floor.
“Hold the elevator!” A voice exclaims from her left.
Kate grimaces at the words, and in a hasty decision, leans over to hit the ‘door close’ button, then straightening up as if nothing occurred.
However, she knows she’s lost when a figure emerges in front of her, glaring with his blue eyes. He rushes in with a millisecond to spare, the right door nudging his arm as it swoops closed, making his to-go coffee spill over his dark maroon shirt and black pants. Kate simply stares at the wood panelling on the wall to help keep her lips pressed together so a chuckle doesn’t bubble up, the accident at least making her day a little brighter.
Her head whips around when she hears sudden beeping sounds.
“What the hell are you doing!?” Kate remarks, swatting the other person’s hand away, but it’s already made it to every button between floors one to sixteen.