Matthew Gray Gubler Short Stories - Christmas Edition

... Must Come Down part 2

This is part 2 to yesterday's "What Goes Up."

This part is pretty long too.

It also definitely contains swearing and implied graphic violence (no actual violence, though).

Cast:

Y/N = you, again :)

Matthew: your friend's flatmate

Y/M/F = Your male friend (or his. Same as you picked last night)

Y/M/F/L/N = Your male friend's last name.

Please keep in mind that this has been modified as it used to star someone else so if you don't think something fits, maybe just overlook those details? 

Ready?

"...Must Come Down"

Picking up her bag, Y/N headed out of the door and back into the living room to collect her thick winter jacket and brown pixie boots. She smiled at Matthew when she saw that he was waiting for her with his own coat and boots on. Her jacket was slung over his arm and he had placed her boots at the foot of the couch she had been sat on. She placed her bag onto the couch and sat down to put them on. She silently thanked the powers that be for her ability to have dressed herself semi-decent this morning.

When she finished buckling up her shoes she looked up at Matthew. "Ready?"

"Yeah." He handed over her coat to her.

"Thanks." She slipped it over her shoulders, pulling it closed to button it up. She grabbed her bag and followed Matthew out towards the hallway, pausing only to allow him to lock the door before proceeding to the elevator. She pressed the "down" arrow rather impatiently. The doors opened, the inside briefly lit by the light emanating from the corridor. The lights started to flicker again as the pair of thirty-three year olds entered the elevator. Cold air whipped around them as the doors closed; the air vent on the roof had somehow come undone letting in the frozen December air.

Y/N shivered as she fumbled in her bag for her gloves cursing at herself for not having the foresight to have put them on before setting foot back in the elevator. Finding them near the bottom of her bag she took them out, untangled one from the other and slid them on. She then placed her trusty beanie over her head. The dark grey in the dye of the wool had faded over the years and the thread from the red and white detailing was starting to unravel but unless it perished in a fire or was lost forever, it would firmly be a part of her headwear for years to come. It was one of a few items of clothing she knew that looked good on her.

Matthew pressed the button for the garage and the doors closed over slower than they had on the way up and with a rattle causing the small metal room to tremble. Y/N and Matthew looked at each other slightly alarmed. This was new. It continued to shake before settling and moving downwards. The journey down to the first few floors went by without a hitch. The lights, however, continued to flicker and dim the already poorly lit room down even more to the point where the pair had to squint to allow their eyes to adjust. All of a sudden the lights completely shut off and the elevator juddered to a halt causing the pair to grip onto the bars as they fought to stay upright from the sudden disturbance in the gravitational pull that threatened to cause them to fall to the ground. It wasn't as severe as to cause the elevator to plummet to the ground – which had been the first thought to cross their minds as soon as the metal contraption had started to fail - but the shaking was enough to make them lose their footing a fair few times. Y/N's bag slipped off of her shoulder and landed on the floor, the chestnut brown leather slapping the floor. Her mind was too busy reeling with panic to care, so much so that she had barely noticed it tugging her sleeve as it slid off.