6Hey, I'm backk :) I know, shocker :P It's my first song-fic, and I hope you like it. I have had this idea for a while now, and I have only just been able to express it into words. I don't own Kickin' It or Blank Space :) Well, I'll stop blabbering, and let you get on with it :P
Cause darling I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream...
23 year old Kim Crawford lived in the moments.
Ever since she had completed her training, well about as complete as it gets, as an undercover secret agent, she had realized that her life was never going to be certain. She knew that every moment was precious and she couldn't afford to be unprepared. Distractions would be the death of her and swore to never be influenced by them.
That's why she knew what to expect when she stepped into the building. On her way to the boss's office, she knew that there were going to be three cameras, so smartly, she waited before none of them had her on tape and then adjusted her blouse. She knew that the receptionist would say, "Good morning, the boss is expecting you." before she actually said it. She knew that her boss drank 2 coffees before breakfast and another 3 before lunch, so she had already grabbed a coffee before entering the building. Also, she knew that at least 5 heads turned around when she strutted past. Lastly, she knew it was a 17 floor ride up the elevator to reach the office.
Today was different since Kim's hand was void of a coffee cup. When she walked by, through her peripheral vision, she noticed that no heads turned; everyone had creases on their foreheads and they were staring intently at their desktop screen. The receptionist hadn't said anything, since she wasn't present on her desk.
And, when she entered the elevator, her solitary ride was interrupted at the 3rd floor by the worst kind of distraction she could think of.
Oh my god, look at that face, you look like, my next mistake...
"Room for one more?" the voice questioned. Even the best agents have weak points, and this voice raised heart rate as if she had been running continuously for the past 3 hours and then swimming for another 2. Even though he hadn't seen him in years, the effect of his voice was astonishing.
"Sorry, we are at maximum asshole capacity, zero." She said, almost too sweetly. She slammed her finger on the closing button, but instead of obeying Kim's command, the doors were stopped by one brisk move ofJack's strong muscular hand and he slid right in.
Kim, now that he was up close, she admired how Jack was completely Jack, handsome, egoistic, smirking and above all, irritating.
"We haven't seen eachother in 3 years, and that's the first thing you say? Well, since it's you, I'll forget it."
"How charming," Kim scoffed, as the doors closed and they were locked behind the thick grey metal.
"So, undercover agent now, huh?"
"Secret undercover agent."
"Kimmy dear, if you go on telling everyone that, you might risk losing your job, and possibly your life. There is a reason why you are undercover and a secret." Jack winks, knowing that his every word was annoying Kim to her soul.
She pressed the button that would lead to the 17th floor and declared, "Does me being an agent surprise you?" It surprised everyone, about how young, but talented she was. Some people spend their whole lives trying to find something that they are good at, but Kim always knew her hidden talent.
"Yeah, it kind of is. I would expect an heiress like you to be getting your nails done in some posh salon I couldn't even pronounce."
"What a coincidence, I did go to a salon," she paused, to add dramatic effect, "To take down this drug dealer. The hair curler and nail filler was quite handy."
Jack stared at her, wide-eyed, with a puzzled look on her face, "Wouldn't a gun be more useful?"
"Oh well, I ran out of bullets."
"That's terrifying," Jack started, and Kim smiled to herself, then added, "and sexy." Kim resisted the urge to vomit. That's the Jack she remembered. He could simultaneously praise and disgust Kim all at once. In the same sentence. A 4 word sentence.
Magic, madness, heaven, sin...
Time seemed to slow down in the elevator and she looked at the floor she was in.
12.
13.
"What has the Great Jack Brewer been up to?"
"What have you heard?"
"Well, lots of different things, catching mafia gangs, protecting the President, but rumors, I suppose?"
"Kimberly," Kim cringed at the sound of her full name, "Anyone knows that all rumors have a little bit of truth in their roots. You should know that best of all." He looked at her eyes, as if he could see right through and feel her beating heart, which she tried to convince was because she was going to see the boss.
15.
16.
16.
The ground beneath her started to shake, and the elevator screeched to a stop somewhere between the 16th and 17th floor.
I'm dying to see, how this one ends...
The true horror struck her face; the thought of being alone in an elevator with Jack. The shock robbed her of speech and a chill ran down her spine. She stared at him in blank amazement and only slurred words were left in her mouth, as she managed to whisper, "Shit."
However, his words brought warmth to her body again as he said, "What the hell?" He started fiddling around with the buttons, praying that whatever happened was his imagination of wanting to be in an elevator with Kim for longer. Wait, no, uh that's not what I meant, I mean, umm, get me out?
Her words brought him to reality, "Smart move, break the elevator down even more."
"I am pressing the help button, Miss. Patient." He replied arrogantly, but smiled before adding, "Calm down babe, it'll be running in a few minutes."
"Never call me babe again, or God knows what I'll do with the pin in my hair and the safety pin in my pocket."
Instead of backing up from her threat, Jack gave her a smirk and a raised eyebrow. She knew that look too well and that's what made it all the more worse.
"I see you haven't lost your touch."
Cause you know I love the players, and you love the game...
After 13 minutes and 21 seconds...
A few minutes that misleading asshole.
She decided that the elevator wouldn't be fixed anytime soon and decided that she would use her training to rescue herself. The elevator was cramped and smelled musty due to the lack of ventilation. However, this meant that there was no escape route.
"What are you up to now?" Jack questioned, sitting in the corner, with his legs spread and his hands were busy playing with his sunglasses. It seemed like he was there by choice, not chance.
"Trying to figure out a way to get out." She responded, while running her fingers across the steel doors.
"What are you doing? Trying to figure out who you'll be doing later tonight?" she said with a little smirk and a whole lot of attitude.
"Wrong, but if you know the secretary's number, she is smoking ho-"
"You disgust me Brewer." She said, right after she stopped trying, she realized that it was futile.
Jack started chuckling and when Kim glared at him he started laughing harder. Kim, who was beyond irritated and a little confused yelled, "What?"
But this only made him want to laugh even more. She stomped her foot on the elevator and it slightly shook. Kim looked up in astonishment, hoping that it would just rise half a floor so she wouldn't have to be stuck, but the elevator did no such thing.
Jack cracked up again and Kim got more agitated by the second.
"You know, I am surprised that you are an undercover agent. You aren't that bright, and you get annoyed pretty easily. Also, why don't you try the conventional method of using a phone when you are in trouble?"
Maybe when you are so used to talking the less conventional path, the normal straight-forward path becomes forgotten about.
Without another word, but a glare, she picked up her phone and dialed the reception. "Kim Crawford speaking," she said swiftly, as she had said that a billion times before, "there is a problem in the elevator 2C, and we need maintenance urgently."
The voice on the other said replied calmly, as if he had no idea about the heated situation in the elevator, "What exactly would the problem be?"
"The elevator is stuck and I am trapped with Mr. Jack Brewer. You better fix this in the next 5 minutes or I swear I will blow this lift up." Without waiting for a response, Kim cut the call.
This time, Jack was smiling instead of smirking and Kim hissed, "What?"
"Do you always like to threaten people on the phone, or is this the hormonal effect my presence has on you?"
"Excuse you, but you have never had an effect on my hormonal system."
"Not even when we were training together-"
"Not even."
"Or when we were-"
"No. Never."
30 minutes later...
"You know, if you hadn't talked like that to the front desk, the maintenance would have fixed this by now. Just saying."
"And I'm just saying,"she snapped back in a sing-song voice with a dramatic pause, "Go to hell." She deadpanned.
Cause we're young and we're reckless, we'll take this way too far...
59 minutes later...
"Are we actually not going to talk to one another?" Jack asked, as Kim flipped through her Vogue magazine. What? Undercover agents are supposed to be resourceful.
"What are you talking about? We are talking." She said, after adding, "Unfortunately."
"Saying go to hell isn't talking." He deadpanned. Something in Jack's eyes changed, and Kim wouldn't have believed it if she didn't witness his eyes darkening. Kim was one about living in the moments, but this moment seemed to stretch on for forever.
He whispered, "It's been 4 years."
"4 years and 2 months, but who's counting?"
Clearly you.
Shut up!
"I didn't want to leave; I got recruited for training to be an agent. You know that they liked my karate skills and thought I would be valuable in the undercover business."
"I know that from second-hand sources. Not from you." Kim was not in the mood for lies. She wanted straight hard facts.
"That's not what I am upset about, umm not that I am upset." Kim slipped, but Jack let that one go, because he knew what was about to come would be much worse. "You didn't have the decency to say goodbye." There was no stopping Kim now. "You know how much it hurts to get information about your best friend through other people?"
"But we were best frie-"
"Emphasis on were. Before you were so arrogant, self-obsessed and cocky."
"Come on, we both know I have always been cocky."
I bit my lip so that I wouldn't smile. But the look that he gave me showed that he knew I smiled, and that he didn't have to see it to know that it was true.
Seeing that I didn't respond Jack said, rather harshly, "Like you haven't changed?"
"I have not ch-"
"Are you serious? Well, you are as controlling and overconfident as you always were. Secret undercover agent or not."
They both sat on the opposite sides of the elevator, fury thick in the air if it could be cut by a knife. Both of them were too angry for words. Her blood boiled while an angry frown creased his forehead. He was like a bull in a china shop while her eyes flashed anger and resentment.
Seething with anger, Kim could not resist herself from asking one final question, "If we both are such terrible people and can't stand one another, why were we friends in the first place?
He didn't skip a beat before responding, "Two negatives make a positive, and we two negatives make one hell of a positive."
It'll leave you breathless, or with a nasty scar...
While they sat there, in the infinitesimal elevator, with the damp smell, nothing bothered them as much as the silence they couldn't break.
Finally they maintenance team showed up and assured them that they would be out instantly. Kim was too exhausted to make a snappy remark about work ethics.
Somehow, they had managed to get in the elevator as former friends and left out as if they wanted to kill each other.
"Apologies for the wait," but Kim realized that the apology was just formality.
"No, thank you." She stated simply.
Jack wondered how this was possible. She had been so angry seconds before, and she didn't fire the man who had been 45 minutes late to get her out of this crisis. She said thank you to him? Either even undercover agents couldn't even understand girls, or his Kimmy was just that special.
He looked back and realized that Kim knew what to expect all the time. Kim knew that he was going to show up and she did all this for his attention. He grinned; she wants a piece of this cutie-pie. Wait, that's why it took her 15 minutes to realize that she could use a phone in the elevator!
He had been played. Jack Brewer never gets played.
They strutted out together, as if they were two random, but unfortunate souls that happened to get stuck in the elevator.
As they walked out, business-like in manner, they said;
"Have a great day, Mr. Brewer."
"You as well, Miss. Crawford."
But he mouthed make me and she mouthed too late.
But, during the handshake, both realized that there were two pieces of paper, incredibly small, invisible to the room full of people that were secretly watching. They exchanged the note, nodded and walked away on opposite sides of the same floor.
"K,
The rumors were all wrong; I was actually chilling at home. And I think you have a crush on me. ;)
-J"
"J,
Meet me at the cafe across the building at 9pm to discuss this current important matter. And before you ask, I do not have a crush on you.
-K"
And Kim smiled to herself, wider than she had ever had; she'd known that Jack would say that she had a crush on him, but going as far as to write a note? Boy, he really had changed; for better or worse, that was yet to be decided. But as she clutched the note to her heart, she knew that this moment would be the start of a long line of moments yet to come.
Cause, I got a blank space baby, and I'll write your name.
There ya go :) I hoped you liked it :)