Title: Untitled

Author: Payton Tyler

Email: darkserene at glitterbomb dot com

Pairing: Usual. Adam/Joan, Grace/Luke

Rating: PG -13

Season: 2

Spoilers: "Only Connect", "Out of Sight", "Back to the Garden", "The Cat", "The Election", "POV", "Friday Night" and the one I can't remember the name of to be safe. Others may come at a later date.

Disclaimer: I only own the storyline. I'm just playing with Barbara Hall's toys. I'll feed them and treat them well, promise.

Summary: Why He wanted her best friend and little brother locked in a closet was beyond her, maybe it was just for entertainment, the two of them trapped in a small space together had to be amusing to say the least, but she figured something important would probably happen while the two were in there...

Dedication: Dimished-9th for saying such nice things and writing such nice stories.

Author's Notes: I'm sorry. I just, I had to. It's sort of like a brain filter. Clearing all those ideas floating around in my head so I'll be set for NaNo next month.

"Ow! Can you watch where you're going?"

"The lights are off, I can't see."

"Well try, you just backed me into a mop."

"Sorry. Hey, don't we have to meet the others for lunch?"

"We don't -have- to. Besides, there's something going on with them, and I don't want to get caught up in the tension."

"You noticed it too? Maybe we should try to talk to them."

"Do you think that they'll actually admit that something's up? You know them, you know they wont."

"You have a point."

"Of course I do. Hey! Hands!"

"That's not your face?"

"No! Up a little higher! Dude!" Grace exclaimed, pushing Luke into the door of the supply closet. The two heard the door make a click and their eyes grew wide. Luke spun around and pulled on the handle, the door not opening.

"Oh.. shit.." Grace said quietly. "We're locked in, aren't we?" Receiving no answer, she repeated; "Aren't we?"

"No.. Not locked in.. The door just wont open.."

"That means we're locked in!"

"Well.. Someone will come along and let us out soon. Don't worry."

"I'm not worried. ...How soon is soon?" Luke arched an eyebrow.

"You're claustrophobic, aren't you?"

"No I'm not claustrophobic. I just don't like small spaces for long periods of time." Luke smiled.

"That's claustrophobia," he told her. She sighed and slid down against the wall.

"Okay, so I'm claustrophobic, happy? Now can we get out of here?"

"How?"

"I don't know, pound on the door, get someone to hear us? Find something in here to pick the lock? It is a supply closet. Maybe your sister and Rove will need a place to make out and get us out of here?" Luke shrugged.

"Maybe."

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"Okay.. This is weird," Joan said to Adam as the two entered their phyics class. "Luke's not here yet. And he and Grace never showed up for lunch. Do you think they're off somewhere together?"

"I don't know, yo."

"Stranger things have happened," Joan told him as they took their seats.

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"Well.. look at it this way, you're getting out of physics," Luke joked, earning a glare from Grace.

"Being in physics or being locked in a closet with you. Tough choice," Grace muttered.

"Do you hate me?"

"What?"

"I asked if you hate me."

"No I don't hate you. Why?"

"Well when you say things like that, and do things like this," he opened his bag, now laying on Grace's in the far corner of the closet and pulled out the confidentiality contract, "what do you expect me to think?" Grace stared at him for a moment, then stood and walked to the door, and began pounding furiously on it.

"Someone get me out of here!" she shouted.

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"Ms. Lischak? Can I have a bathroom pass?" Joan asked. Ms. Lischak nodded and pulled a pad of passed out of her pocket, filling it out and handing it to Joan. She accepted it and left the room.

"Joan?" a voice asked as she made her way to the bathroom. She spun around to see Cute Guy God standing behind her.

"Great, God wants me to do something. Must be Friday. What?" she asked.

"Just don't open the supply closet door," He told her.

"Should I even bother to ask why?" Joan called after Him as He walked in the opposite direction, giving Joan His signature wave. Joan shook her head and continued her walk. She was about half way to the bathroom when she heard a strange pounding noise coming from behind the supply closet door. As she stopped to look at it, she heard a familiar voice exclaim, "Someone get me out of here!"

"Grace?" Joan asked as she approached the door.

"Girardi, open the door and get me out!"

"How did you get locked in the supply closet?" Joan asked. She was somehow certain Grace was glaring at someone on the other side of the door. "Is Luke in there with you?" she asked.

"Yes," was the muffled response Joan received. It was all she could do not to crack up.

"I knew something was going on with you two!" she said.

"Shut up and get us out of here," Grace responded. Joan reached out for the handle, then remembered that God had told her not to open the door. Why He wanted her best friend and little brother locked in a closet was beyond her, maybe it was just for entertainment, the two of them trapped in a small space together had to be amusing to say the least, but she figured something important would probably happen while the two were in there.

"Uh, sorry guys, the door's locked. I don't have a key. I've got to get back to physics, but I'll look for a janitor to let you out," Joan said.

"What?! No! Girardi!" Grace exclaimed, but Joan was already on her way to the rest room.