Mr Castle had this obsession with the tall book shelves of the New York State library and like any other Sunday morning he was strolling around the stack of pulp fictions from the 19th century that is when he met him , the man so clad in Regency that he had to look at his watch for the date. Yes, it was 2015 and he had the opportunity to time travel and thus began the conversation :
Mr Castle : Hey! I am a little surprised. Care to clarify, if the library is holding some kind of costume drama jig with those regency outfits?
Mr Darcy : How am I in a position to answer that. I had the very opportunity of descending through the time travel tunnel and reach here. Are you the famous writer Mr Castle? I was told I can find you right here.
Mr Castle : Me? You have come to meet me here? And there is a time travel tunnel? That is so cool. Becket is going to love this. And who told you I shall be here? I mean, Mr Darcy all the way from the regency era is here to meet me. That is so freaking cool.
Mr Darcy : Well, I might have a bit of a situation with the Americanized and the very modern English diction you put into use, but I wanted to see you. I am very disappointed and I was told you are the man who could help me.
Mr Castle : Told by who? And why are you disappointed?
Mr Darcy : Our very fair lady from Bath Miss Jane Austen was there to pay me a visit last week and she mentioned if there is a murder there is one person that can be counted on and that is you. Besides, the victim has a very close relation to both of us.
Mr Castle : Jane Austen herself recommended my name? This is beyond my coolest of theories. How am I even known there?
Mr Darcy : Well, people in this era practically still carry around the weight of the past. The past is no different.
Mr Castle : You were talking of a murder. Who is the victim?
Mr Darcy : Our victim is “the modern day romantic”!
Mr Castle : That short guy gave it all upfront and took the nearest bullet and was strangulated ruthlessly by “the invisible hands of capitalism” and “the benign perils of seduction”.
Mr Darcy : Yes , I have your Derrick Storm books in my library. I am aware of how charmingly you put it for the murderer. You are the voice of the victim. Isn’t it what Miss Becket says?
Mr Castle : They have my novels there? That is so cool. Yes that is exactly what Becket said. By the way it’s mrs Becket now *smirks*
Mr Darcy : I have been told that you both try to emulate me and Lizzie in the manner of your romance?
Mr Castle : Really? Well practically every love story has some or the other reference to your classic love story with Miss Bennet, but I wouldn’t deny there are quite a few similarities between you and me. For example , you have the biggest library and I am one of the greatest novelists. You have your thousands of pounds and I have my grands of dollars. You are the dashing lord and I am referred to as “ruggedly handsome”. And the greatest punch of all is that we both had toil hard for our respective ladies .
Mr Darcy : I had to “put up the struggle” and you called her “the most frustrating person ever”.
Mr Castle : I know , right?
Mr Darcy : I am afraid my time here is limited. Shall we begin with the investigation then?
Mr Castle : Oh yeah sure! So what have we got?
Mr Darcy : Look at the savage there, staring at her like a beast with another woman in his arms. Look at the person there, sitting with a lady and playing away his…er ..what is that thing exactly?
Mr Castle : Mobile. That is a mobile phone. Actually we call them smart phones.
Mr Darcy : Smart? How is a thing supposed to be smart? Or mobile?
Mr Castle : Well, “The modern day romantic” is nothing more than a shady victim of the painful evolution of “hormonal” emotions.
Mr Darcy : Outrageous! How can you even speak of such things?
Mr Castle : Oh yeah we can. We speak about EVERYTHING.
Mr Darcy : Everything? MMhhm. Let us speak of the murder. What do you think what killed him?
Mr Castle : I would say, distorted vision, lack of empathy, improper judgement, disrespectful mannerisms and above all the very absence of a backbone!
Mr Darcy : How do these men forget that they cannot go on with a life where conviction is replaced with options?
Mr Castle : I guess that’s because we aren’t taught to believe, to fight, to nail it and be devoted. Most of these modern romantics out there are in a quest to become a Darcy but the Darcy in them never sees the light of the day and they end up being the new Wickhams and very proudly at that.
Mr Darcy : Miss Jane, was appalled with this whole Wickham situation going on with the ladies.
Mr Castle : Even I tried the ” bad boy charm” on Becket. And damn, she cut it out in the very 1st episode. Doesn’t work with the smart ladies out there I tell you.
Mr Darcy : We had our fair share of women who fell victim to that trap. Look at Mary, what has become of her after she married Wickham!
Mr Castle : And when Alexis dated that hippie!
Mr Darcy : Is there any hope left? I see men like you but do they allow men of honour like you live peacefully?
Mr Castle : That is a tough one, but we like being the modern day Darcy’s and love to hear our Beckets call us that 😉
Mr Darcy : So shall I leave assured, that not all is lost?
Mr Castle : Ofcourse not! Mr Darcy was born to teach men how to love and how to live.
Mr Darcy : And with men like you carrying forward the legacy I can take back this message to Miss Austen that her pearls of wisdom are still safe.
Mr Castle : And even if there is some danger around, that is because these pearls of wisdom are priceless.
Mr Darcy : And so are men like you, Mr Castle! I am afraid my time is over .
Mr Castle : I know what I need to do. We say Au Revoir and shake hands like gentlemen! But I have a bit of a request.
Mr Darcy : Request? Please go ahead.
Mr Castle : Can I have that hat? Becket is going to go crazy!
Mr Darcy(handing out the hat and shaking hands) : Only if she believes in you and doesn’t rubbish it out as one of your wild theories.
Mr Castle : My love and regards for every one at Pemberley!
Mr Darcy : My best wishes for the entire NYPD. Happy investigating!
And thus ends my beautiful dream with the realisation that I have got to head out to office without combing my hair again 😀