Fic: Soaps R Us, Chapter 12 (CSI/CSI NY/CSI Miami, Ryan / Eric, Nick / Greg, Flack / Hawkes)
Title: Soaps R Us, Chapter 12
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.
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“What do you think?” Greg breezed inside and left Nick to observe the apartment by himself.
“It’s really…. Versatile?”
“That’s the nice way to say it’s a mess.” Greg returned from the bedroom carrying two shirts. “Black or black?”
“Maybe….” Nick tried to tell the difference between the shirts, but they looked practically identical. “….black.”
“That’s what I thought, you can’t go wrong with black. Except when you’re going to a christening. Once my aunt Halldis started this big rant when I went to one in black. She had come all the way from Norway so we just let her rant.”
“That’s nice.”
“Actually she came all the way from a nursing home in Death Valley, but if she thinks she still lives in the old country, who are we to argue? Yours or mine?”
Nick checked his cell phone.
“Not mine.”
Greg snatched his backbag from the floor and the noise became louder. He snapped it open and went back inot the bedroom to take the call. Nick took the opportunite to take a better look at the living room. When Greg came back he was looking at the item on the floor with his mouth open.
“That was-” Greg paused. “What’s that look?”
“What is that?”
“That? My Daytime Emmy.”
“Why is it on the floor?”
“I didn’t have a doorstopper.” Greg dismissed the topic with a wave of a hand. “That was from the studio, there was a situation after we left. Hawkes is in the hospital.”
“Hawkes?” The pieces came together by themselves. “Was it that letter writer?”
“You knew about it?”
“We talked about it before I left, he didn’t want to talk to the security about it. What happened?”
“He was attacked at the parking lot with a baseball bat.”
“Is he okay?”
“I just said he was attacked with a baseball bat, what do you think? Mild concussion, a lot of bruises and a busted wrist. One of the security guys saw them and snatched the guy.”
“Was it the same guy?”
“I don’t know, they said the cops are questioning Hawkes and that security guy at the hospital. Apparently the nutso was an old employee.”
“Did they tell you a name?”
“Ecklie or something like that.”
“I think I know the guy, he got fired last year.”
“Why?”
“I don’t remember. He was a janitor, always bitching to everyone about wiping their feet when they come in. Bald head, face like a baboon’s behind and the nature of a vicious old shrew.”
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Eric was half asleep, but he could still feel every move next to him. Ryan kept moving back and forth, from side to side till Eric considered getting medication for travel sickness. Ryan had stayed strictly on the other side of the bed and Eric didn’t want to push his luck too much.
“Are you ever gonna sleep?”
“You’re awake?”
“How can I sleep with the human tornado next to me. I don’t mind mobility in bed, but you’ve been doing that since we….” He paused. “… since we actually stopped doing stuff.”
“I can’t get comfortable. Strange bed.”
“Strange bed or my bed?”
“Both.”
“You need a nightlight?”
“No.”
“Nightcap?”
“No.”
“Teddy bear?”
“No.” Ryan chuckled. “I’m trying to get it into my head that we’re not getting out of bed till morning and we`re actually here the whole night.” He shimmied closer till his back was against Eric’s arm. Eric turned over to his side and placed his hand on the man’s belly and pulled him closer.
Ryan let out a deep sigh and relaxed. He fell asleep two minutes later
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Hawkes sat on the edge of the and eyed the retreating backs of the police men as they left like he was hoping them to come back to rescue him. Don was waiting for them to leave, with his arms crossed over his chest and looking like a disappointed parent.
He closed the door after the policemen.
“Let’s hear it.”
“What?”
“What the hell you were thinking?”
“I was going home like I always-”
“Why didn’t you tell me about the letter?”
“I didn’t think it was real-”
“Well, it was! If I hadn’t been there, they’d be scraping you off the asphalt.”
“What do you want, a thank you? Thanks a lot, now leave me alone.”
“And what you gonna do now?”
“Call a cab and go home.”
“You don’t have your wallet or phone and they’re not letting you out of here alone.”
Hawkes grabbed the bundle of clothes the nurse had left for him and turned the pockets inside out.
“I had them when I left the office-”
“Stop panicking, I got them.” Don pulled a leather wallet and a cell phone from his coat pocket. “I picked them up from the ground when we were waiting for the ambulance.”
“Give them to me.”
“No.”
“Give them to me, or I’ll call the nurse.”
“Go ahead, she already slipped me her number.”
“Flack. I just wanna go home and rest. I’m too tired for these games.”
“Same here. Get dressed, I’ll drive you.”
“No need, I’ll take a cab.”
“You want me to go and tell that nice doctor you should stay here for the night?”
“Don’t you dare.”
“Then stop fighting with me in every turn. For someone who thinks he’s smart, you can be incredibly dumb.”
Chapter 13