Fic: Soaps R Us, Chapter 8 (CSI/CSI NY/CSI Miami, Ryan / Eric, Nick / Greg, Hawkes, Sara, Stella)
Title: Soaps R Us, Chapter 8
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
Chapter 7
CSI Las Vegas Main List CSI Miami Main List CSI New York Main List
Eric bursted into his dressing room and grabbed the clothes Sara had left neatly folded on the dresser. Nick knocked sharply on the half open door and walked in.
“Just three hours late.”
“Sorry, I came straight over, I didn’t even go get fresh clothes.” Eric tossed his old shirt to Nick. “I had no idea people actually rip shirts off each other in real life. Isn’t that like the biggest cliché in romance novels?”
“People whose shirts get ripped in romance novels usually have a different sort of stuffing to fill it.” Nick looked up and his eyes went wide. “Did you two get into a fight?”
“Not really. Why?”
“You look like you’ve been mauled by a bear!”
“He let out some aggressions.” Eric smirked. “Trust me, it was worth it.”
“This is getting too weird.” Nick closed the door and locked it. “Did he tell you what happened five years ago?”
“Yeah.”
“Was it what you thought it was?”
“Worse. Much worse.” Eric slipped a new shirt over his head. “He was a fan of mine, he came to ask me for my autographs. I got him drunk and we ended up in his place.”
“I’m not sure if I want to know but I`ll ask anyway…. Then what?”
“I was young, drunk and horny, he was a kid and totally wasted. Do the math.”
“And last night you somehow ended up in his bed?” Nick added. “How did that happen?”
“He was angry, it got physical and…. And I probably enjoyed it more than I should have.”
“I’m not even going to try to understand that.” Nick sat down, got up and sat down again. “A guy from your past appears out of nowhere, turns out you raped him years ago and ten minutes later you jump into bed with him. That’s like something out of soap opera.”
“Don’t call it that.”
“Call what?”
“I didn’t rape him. I didn’t read the signs and I should have, no matter how drunk I was, but I wouldn’t do that to anyone.”
“I know.” Nick frowned. “I think….”
“What?”
“I think one soap actually did a storyline like that. Sometime during the eighties, I remember my mama was furious when they fell in love. It was in One Life To Live.”
“Nick-”
“Or was it All My Children….”
There was a knock on the door and Sara’s voice boomed thought.
“Eric, if you’re not in front of the camera in five minutes, you’ll be wearing parachute pants and sequin tops for the next week. And that’s gentle compared to what Stella wants to do to you if you keep her waiting.”
“Gotta go.” Eric grabbed the pair of shoes from the desk and headed to the door. “You wanna stay here and think about it for a minute?”
“Or Days of Our Lives….”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“I know it wasn’t As The world Turns or Loving. At least I don’t think it was… Maybe it was Santa Barbara….”
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“Catherine….” Stella sighed and pout down her camera. “Please take your hand out of his pants, we’re doing promo shots, not soft-core porn.”
“I’m just giving some hints to that hack who calls himself a hear writer. We could be daytime’s next hot couple.” She nuzzled closer to Warrick who tried to keep the panic off his face, but failed miserably.
“Well, I heard May-December couples could be the next big thing.” Stella commented. “They just did it in The Bold and The Beautiful.”
“That doesn’t count. I don’t understand how anyone could believe that: A hot young guy and that old, British bitch whatever-her-name-is from Upstairs Downstairs.”
“She’s younger than you. And one hell of a cougar.”
“Okay, let’s take a break.” Hawkes interrupted. “Let’s do the next in the office set.”
Catherine stepped out of the set and pulled her dressing gown over her dress. Warrick took advantage of the situation and seek refuge from his dressing room.
“How are we doing here?” Greg walked in and gave Stella a welcoming smile. “Hey, Stel.”
“Hey. We’re pretty good. Late start, but that what it’s always like. Are you sure you don’t have anything to add to the duo and trio list?”
“Yeah. Have you done them all?”
“Just finished with Willows and that new guy.”
“And the chemistry was sizzling.” Catherine interrupted. “ Just take a look.”
Stella brought up few pictures on the screen of her laptop. Greg tried to control his giggles.
“You’re gonna have to redo those, they’re unusable.” He turned to Catherine. “But if it’s any consolation, you and Warrick will have a lot of scenes together.”
“About time, I haven’t had a new love interest for a while.”
“And you’re not getting one now.” Greg stated. “Warrick`s character is….” He leaned closer to whisper in her ear. “…your long lost son.”
“My long lost what?!”
Everyone around them seemed to freeze. Catherine ignored them and shot a murderous glance at grinning Greg.
“When exactly did I have him? When I was six?”
“Try twenty-six.”
“He’s too old to be my son!”
“Your own daughter is older than he is.”
“She’s not!”
“Cath, you can lie all you want about your age on your resume and interviews, but don’t think people actually buy it.” Greg stated. “Besides, your character has always been the sluttiest of them all. It’s not exactly surprising that she got careless sometime in her swinging youth and then ditched the kid. That’s totally something she would do.”
“So you’re making me a harlot who shot out an illegitimate baby and dumped him? Audience will want my head for this!”
“They already want your head, preferably on a platter. I`m giving the viewers what they want.”
“Last time Grissom wrote me a long lost kid people started kicking me on the street!”
“Maybe you made it look so realistic.” Greg chuckled. “Or maybe they have all read about your daughter and how you tried to convince people she was actually your maid, not your kid.”
Chapter 9