Fic: Behind the Scenes, Chapter 2 (CSI, Ryan / Eric, Greg / Nick, Hawkes, Speed)
Title: Behind the Scenes, Chapter 2
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
Chapter 1
“If he’s on your couch, you can tell him this is not funny.”
“Hawkes….” Nick groaned. Greg buried his face into his pillow and continued his sleep. “It’s two in the morning.”
“I know-”
“And it been forty-eight minutes since the last time you called. He’s not here.”
“Has he called you?”
“Has he called me within the last forty-eight minutes? Hawkes, get some sleep, and throw your phone out the window.”
“How am I supposed to sleep?”
“Flack’s probably spending the night at one of his buddies, and if he doesn’t answer your calls he doesn’t want to talk to you-”
Nick’s voice disappeared for a moment, then Greg’s replaced it.
“Hawkes, it`s me.”
“Greg?”
“One more call before nine AM or after six PM, and I’ll get you fired so fast you’ll be out of the building before you’ve even emptied your desk. Good night.”
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“I think I’m in love.” Ryan stated and dropped his bags on the floor of the honeymoon suite. “This is the real thing.”
“It better be.” Eric grinned. “I can’t get my money back from the wedding package if you call it off.”
“Who said anything about you? I was talking about the bathroom.”
“We’re on our honeymoon and you’re sprinkling love on the bathroom? That’s twisted…”
“The honeymoon starts after the ceremonies, not before. And have you seen the tub in there?” He gestured to the direction of the bathroom and sighed. “If those nozzles work the way they should, I’ll have to dump you for the tub.”
“I had no idea you`re such a bath-baby.”
“No need to use that tone. I didn’t say I was planning to be there alone.”
The grin on Eric face went from teasing to leering.
“And wipe that look off your face. No sex before our wedding night.”
“You can’t be serious!”
“I am.” Ryan smirked. “Nothing until you’ve made me an honest man.”
“Why? We’ve already done everything physically possible and then some!”
“Eric, you’re not changing my mind.”
“We had to throw away that book about new sex positions two hours after we bought it, because we had already done it all!”
“Not working.” Ryan kicked his shoes off and started pulling off his clothes. “I think I’ll take a long bath. Just let the warm water caress bare skin…. Close my eyes and enjoy….”
“You’re the devil in a soap-bubble Speedo.”
“You have no idea…. But I usually know when to get wet and when to keep my clothes on. After all, I’m not the one, who got photographed on a nude beach.”
“That was years ago and the creep was hiding in the bushes! What kinda people bring cameras to the nude beach?”
“I don’t know, but he definitely didn’t need a widescreen lens.”
“The water was cold!”
“I know.” Ryan commented. “And the angle wasn’t very flattering-”
“Enough about that. You’re really gonna make me sleep alone on my wedding night?”
“This is not our wedding night.”
“This could be the dress rehearsal! Or… undress rehearsal!”
“You haven’t had enough practise yet?” Ryan laughed. “Okay, one practise lap in the tub and then we’ll go to bed. To sleep. I’ll start with the bubbles, you’ll get the rubber ducky.”
“We have a rubber ducky?”
“No, but they had some in that little shop near the beach.”
“You want me to go and get you a rubber ducky at two in the morning?”
“You go all romantic and then suddenly one duck is too much to ask?” Ryan deadpanned. ”Okay, but don’t blame me if I can’t take this seriously. A big tub is not the same without a rubber ducky.”
“You got me in a tub with bubbles and you want a duck?”
“Well, can you squawk?”
“I can try.”
“Let’s hear it.”
“Hmm…. Squawk?”
“Doesn’t really do anything.”
“You should do what they do with real rubber ducks to make that noise. Squeeze it.”
“How hard?”
“Not too hard.”
“And where?”
“In the tub.”
“Really funny.” Ryan’s hand slid down Eric’s chest. “Any directions? North or South?”
“Keep testing, I’ll tell you when I’m ready to squawk.”
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“Hawkes…. You’re fired.” Greg groaned when he finally grabbed the phone from the nightstand. “Pack your stuff and go away…”
“Sanders?”
“Who is this?”
“Speed, and why are you answering Nick’s phone?”
“He’s too exhausted to talk to anyone.”
“What did you do to him?”
“Nothing, Hawkes`s been calling him all the time.”
“Why?”
“I think his guy finally had enough and flew to Vegas to pick up some strippers.”
“What time is it there?”
“About… four AM.”
“Oh…. Sorry. I keep messing up the time zones, it’s midday here.”
“Where’s here?”
“London, I’m on my book tour.”
“You got another book out? You’ve been churning them out like hamburgers.”
“Thanks a lot…. Anyway, remind him to get my mail, my box is really small.”
“He never even said you were going away-”
“Couple years ago when I was in Toronto for few weeks to do this TV-movie, he forgot it. When I got back my mail was flooding on the hallway and my fish was floating belly up.”
“I didn’t know you have a fish tank.”
“I don’t anymore. Any idea how murky the water can be when there’s a dead one in there for few weeks? Put me off pets for life.”
“How could he forget it? The guy has his sock and underwear changes marked on his daily planner.”
“He claimed I never asked him to do it. The show was on two week Christmas hiatus and he went to Texas to meet his folks.”
“As interesting as your stories are, do you have something to keep me awake or do I hung up now?”
“Nah, I just wanted to reminnnnnndddd…..”
“What?”
“Remind him about the mail. You really need to come to this side of the pond sometimes, the pubs are awesome. And the best part is that locals seem to think that all artists are allowed to get wasted anytime they want. I love this country!”
“What was that little break there?”
“Have you ever had a drunken cop from L.A. nibbling your ear in pub restroom while a bunch of very cheerful welders is singing Chim Chim Cher-ee outside the door?”
“Speedy… I got two hours before I have to get up. Good night.”
“Good night? Here it’s almost happy hour! But this is the lunch time happy hour, they have another one-”
“Good night and don’t call again.” Greg hung up.
Nick rolled over to his back and cracked one eye open.
“Speed?”
“Yeah.”
“What did he want?”
“To remind you to get his mail.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s on a mission to drink some pub in London dry during the time he`s there. He said he asked you to get his mail.”
“His mail? He didn’t even say he was leaving!”
“Just go along with it, I have a meeting first thing in the morning. If I don’t get some sleep I’ll have to chop up those idiots with an axe just to get a minute of rest....”
“Network bosses?”
“Hawkes and Speedle. I don’t mind when you keep me up till one in the morning, because I usually have fun too, but those two…. Too bad I can’t fire Speedy.”
Chapter 3