Fic: Behind the Scenes, Chapter 1 (CSI/CSI NY/CSI Miami, Ryan / Eric, Nick / Greg, Flack / Hawkes)
Title: Behind the Scenes, Chapter 1
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: Six months later. Some things have changed, some things are exactly the same.
Sequel to Soaps R Us:
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 (NC-17)
Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20
Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Epilogue
“You know, if I didn’t know him, in the biblical sense, this would probably be pretty close to kidnapping.” Eric grinned. “I got the bags in the car.”
“When are they finishing?”
“When that new girl, whatever her name is, remembers her lines.”
“Riley.”
“Not important right now. When they’re done, I’ll lure him to the backdoor, shove him into the car and speed off.”
“Couldn’t you come up with something less melodramatic?”
“Nope. And thanks for getting the week off.”
“Just don’t buy him one of those T-shirts that says: I went to Hawaii and all I got was this lousy wedding band.”
“No, I’ll us both some grass skirts and those… what are those flower things?”
“Leis. Are you going straight to the airport?”
“Yeah, we’ll be there early in the morning, we can get some sleep, and then we`ll have the ceremonies on the beach. I got it all planned. I found this great party planner who organised everything, the full hog.”
“Are we talking about a wedding package or an actual hog?”
“Both.” Eric beamed. “He even found this priest who’s willing to wed same sex couples. It’s not official marriage, but who cares? We’ll say “I do”, exchange rings next to the hollow volcano and spend the next six days making sure the people next to the honeymoon suit can’t get any sleep.”
“And after that?”
“We’ll come back.”
“No, I mean: How are you gonna handle it? Hawkes can’t wait to make an announcement. He’s been feeling a little bit bloodthirsty since "Before Sunrise" confirmed their on-screen lesbian couple is a real life couple too. He’s waiting for something to shove them to the background.”
“We made a deal. When we come back he can make it official and we’ll let him use some of the wedding photos in the press release.”
“You really think Ryan will agree?”
“He already did. We agreed to change rings, but he doesn’t know when and where. I asked him and he agreed, but I had to work my ass off to get that yes.”
“Figuratively?”
“Nope.”
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Nick sit back and tried to look like hadn’t heard anything. Hawkes slammed his phone down on his desk.
“Problems?”
“Just the usual.” Sheldon shrugged. “One night, two places to be. I got us tickets for a new show that’s opening, and he says he can’t go because one of his buddies is movie to Connecticut and they’re throwing him a Bon Voyage Party.”
“He said that?”
“Well, he said Bye Bye Party, but the main issue was the same. And when told him how long I stayed on the phone to get the tickets he claimed he had told me about his plans weeks ago and I had agreed to go with him. That man has some nerve…”
“Did he?”
“Did he what?”
“Tell you about it weeks ago?”
“Yeah, but that’s not the point.”
“Then what is?”
“I hardly even know the guy! I mean the one who’s going to Connecticut. I’ve been waiting for this play for months.”
“You can catch a later show, it’s no big deal.”
“It is. Opening night is when everyone’s around, I gotta keep up my networking.”
“You want my opinion?”
“Are you going to take his side?”
“Yep.”
“Then no.”
“And I’ll tell you anyway. You meet exactly the same crowd in every single cat christening you go to, it’s not earth shattering if you miss it once.”
“I knew you’d take his side. You do that every time.”
“Stop fighting and I’ll stop taking sides.”
“We’re not fighting, this is our normal communication.”
“Yelling on the phone?”
“And face to face. First we have a big bang and then we make up.”
“Followed by another big bang.”
“Why do you have to make us sound like some dysfunctional couple who can only fight and fuck?”
“I thought you PR guys don’t use any F-words.”
“I’m on a break.” Hawkes`s cell phone started ringing again and he checked the caller ID. “Speak of the devil….” He shot down the phone and shoved it back to his pocket.
“Is that part of the game too?”
“Whatever it is, it can wait. We’ll settle it when I get home.”
“Whose home?”
“What do you mean?”
“Last time you had a big blow-out, he spent a week on my couch.”
“If he didn’t want to come home and apologise, it’s not my fault.”
“Do you have any idea what you sound like?”
“Like a bitter housewife, no need to tell me that. I have no idea how he does it. We fight about something, and suddenly I’m the bad guy.”
“This may come as a shock, but when you’re not working you don’t need to think about what people think. That’s just during working hours.”
“It’s hard to avoid it, when people always take his side!”
“You’re not exactly collecting sympathy right now…”
“I’m not calling him. He turned this into a fight, not me.”
“I’m not so sure about that…. And if he ends up on my couch again-”
“He has keys to my place, it’s his choice.”
“Do you ever listen to yourself?”
“What?”
“You said My Place.”
“So? It is my place.”
“Yeah, but you pull out that card every time you’re fighting.”
“I didn’t force him to sell his own place-”
“You didn’t want to give up your place, so he got rid of his own and moved in.”
“Where are you going with this?”
“How can I put this nicely…. Have you thought that maybe you’re not very easy to live with?”
“I’m a very easy person to live with!”
“If Flack endures you for few more months, he should eligible for a sainthood.”
“They just-” Greg bursted in. He gave Nick a quick look and continued. “They just… started that project on you know what and you know who was snatched from the backdoor with a bag over his head.”
“You two got your own code or something?” Nick wondered. “Actually, good thing you’re here. You can give us an unbiased opinion. Do you think Hawkes is an easy person to live with?”
“Are they fighting again?”
“Just answer the question.”
“Okay.” Greg turned to Sheldon. “At work you’re total professional and we’re glad to have you in the team. Outside of work you can be a real, first class bitch.”
“I’m not-”
“You can be bad-tempered, argumentative, territorial, malicious diva, who wants everyone to play by his rules.”
“I don’t-”
“And it’s pretty clear Flack doesn’t play your games, so you have two possibilities. You can try to act like a normal person and do something for him and not expect him to bend over to please you , and I don’t mean that in a fun way. Or you can wait till he dumps you.”
“You think he’ll dump me over one fight?”
“You’re really not seeing the whole picture here.” Greg chuckled. “The whole crew has heard your interpretation of World War Three, and it wasn’t pretty. Don apparently takes this thing seriously or he would have ditched you ages ago, but if you do your best to drive him away, sooner or later he’ll go and he won’t come back.”
Greg placed few prints on the desk in front of Sheldon and gave him a cheerful smile.
“I brought you the schedules for next weeks casting call. Have a nice day.”
He marched out and Hawkes gave Nick a puzzled glance.
“And you call me difficult….”
“There’s a difference.” Nick stated. “When Greg does it, it’s adorable. And he knows when to stop.”
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“Owww….”
“Shut up.”
“It hurts!” Eric complained and pressed his fingers against the bruise in his temple. “Really hurts!”
“When someone pulls a bag over my head and drags me into a car, I’ll fight.” Ryan commented. “You could have just told me you wanted me to get in the car.”
“It was supposed to be exciting!”
“Well, it was. And terrifying.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s fine. Just tell me what’s going on and why we’re at the airport.”
“We’re here because we’re going on a plane.”
“I kinda figured that out that part. Where are we going and why?”
“Hawaii. To get hitched.”
“Eric….”
“Is that a happy face?”
“It’s my horrified face…. Is this why you were looking at mini-length grass skirts on the web?”
“Yeah.”
“Is there a grass skirt waiting for me when we get there?”
“You don’t need to wear it.”
“Good, because otherwise you’d be going there alone. How long do we have?”
“A whole week.”
“I’m due to work next week.”
“No, Greg fiddled with the director roster, others are filling in for you.”
“So you got this whole thing planned.”
“Yeah, I even got us the native dancers to do a fertility dance.”
“What’s the point when we`re both guys?”
“Can’t hurt.”
“Speaking of hurting, wait there on the bench. I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going?”
“I think I saw a pharmacy somewhere. I’ll get something for your head. When we come back from our honeymoon, I want you to be sore but not up there.”
He gave the bruise a little kiss.
Chapter 2