Fic: Soaps R Us, Chapter 7 (CSI/CSI NY/CSI Miami, Ryan / Eric, Flack / Hawkes, Nick / Greg)
Title: Soaps R Us, Chapter 7
Pairing: Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders,
Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko,
Don Flack / Sheldon Hawkes
Rating: PG
Genre: AU
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
Summery: Daytime soap Lights of Vegas has a new head writer. Life and fiction don’t always mix nicely, and the line between the two can be very narrow.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
CSI Las Vegas Main List CSI Miami Main List CSI New York Main List
“What’s going on?” Nick asked and looked at the scene in front of him. People were running around like they were executing a poorly practised military manoeuvre. Sara dumped a pile of costume bags on one of the fold -out chairs.
“Chaos. Promo shoots, remember?”
“So? Get people prettied up and take a couple pictures, same thing every year. What’s the emergency?”
“Which one? We got a lot to choose from. For starters Hawkes was supposed to supervise the shoot. He’s three hours late and he doesn’t answer his phone. And Eric was scheduled to be in make-up and hour ago, and he’s not answering his phone either.”
“Maybe he’s chopped into little pieces and laying six feet under….” Nick shivered at the mental image.
“What are you talking about?”
“Nothing. I’m sure they’ll be here soon.”
“And then there’s Willows. She decided she didn’t wanna use the dress she selected after all.”
“I’m sensing that’s not all.”
“No, now she wants the dress Valera picked. Last I heard they had a medium severe catfight going on.”
“Didn’t you try to stop them?”
“Are you out of your mind? I’m not getting in the middle of that.”
“Victory!” Valera marched past them carrying a costume bag above her head like a trophy. “It’s mine.”
“She gave up?”
“No, I doused her wig with her perfume and set it on fire.”
“Please tell me she wasn’t wearing it….”
“No, I ripped it off her head first.” Valera grinned like a lunatic and headed to her dressing room.”
“Like I always say….” Sara sighed. “If one thing can go wrong, everything goes wrong.”
“Alright, alright, calm down!” Hawkes bellowed form the door. “First ones ready to shoot in twenty minutes, work it people.”
“Where the hell have you been?!” Sara responded. “The plan was to get all individual shots done in the morning so we can do the cast shots in the afternoon.” She took a better look at him and frowned. “Didn’t you wear the same clothes yesterday?”
“I got sidetracked, I didn’t have time to change. Is everyone here?”
“Everyone except Delko.”
“Did you call him?”
“Every ten minutes.”
“I’ll try too.” Nick pulled out his cell phone and walked into a quiet corner. He dialled a number and waited.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, try to contain your disappointment. I can’t talk to you right now, but leave a message and I’ll give you a call.”
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Eric cracked one eye opened but didn’t even try to move. His body was aching all over. Vivid memories came back but they were shattered right away by a loud noise. He rolled over to his belly and reached down to grab his phone from the floor.
“Hello…”
“Eric? Where are you?”
“I’m…. in bed.”
“Did he cut off your limbs?”
“What?”
“Wolfe. Did he do something crazy?”
“Oh yeah….” Eric grinned and stretched his body against the soft mattress. “Over and over again….”
“Eric?”
“Yeah?”
“What happened? Are you okay?”
“Not exactly okay….”
“Are you hurt? Do you need help?”
“No….” Eric ran his fingers down his abs over the clear finger shaped bruises. “Just…. totally… utterly…”
“Eric?”
“…thoroughly… fucked.”
“I don’t want to know, just tell me you’re fine.”
“I’m fine. Sore as hell, but definitely fine.” He hung up and started to collect his clothes from the floor. The first step out of the bed made him wince. He went in front of the small mirror on the wall and took a good look at his bruised torso. His hand moved over the marks again and a satisfied grin appeared on his face.
“You’re late.”
The voice made him spun around. Ryan stood at the door fully dressed, holding a cup of coffee.
“Almost two hours late.”
“So are you.”
“I’m not going in till the afternoon. Your car keys are in the foyer.”
“What about….” Eric hesitated. “Don’t take this the wrong way, and I said I can’t make it up to you but, was it…?”
“What it what?” Ryan questioned. “You think one night can wipe off everything? You’re not that good. Not even close.”
“I didn’t mean that. I meant… Are you still gonna hate me?”
“I don’t hate you.” Ryan took a sip from his mug. “I hate what you did. You on the other hand… I used to be crazy about you. My first big TV crush.”
“And now?”
“Now you don’t matter.”
“What about-”
“Last night? I’m not done with you. You`re not getting away that easily.”
“You mean you want a rematch?” Eric grinned.
“Interpret it as you want.” Ryan emptied the last of his coffee. “But don’t think it’s something that it’s not. I got over what you did and I got over you. Everything that happens now is just retribution.”
He walked out of the bedroom and Eric let out a sigh. His phone started ringing again.
“Delko.”
“It’s me again.” Nick greeted. “They’re going to send a search party if you don’t drag your ass here.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there.”
“What’s that tone?”
“What tone?”
“You sounded like a kid who lost his balloon.”
“No, I… I’m thinking.”
“About how to get to work on time?”
“I need to make up for something.”
“Are you talking about Wolfe?”
“Yeah.” Eric took a deep breath. “If he thinks he can just dictate how I’m supposed to take this, he’s dead wrong.”
“Don’t do anything stupid. Again….”
“I’m trying to do something nice for him! I don’t know what yet, but something really nice!”
“And it’s all for his sake?”
“No.” Eric picked up his torn shirt from the floor. “Not all of it.”
Chapter 8