Fic: Behind The Scenes, Chapter 14 (CSI, Ryan / Eric, Nick / Greg, Flack, Dawson)
Title: Behind the Scenes, Chapter 14
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 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 (NC-17) Chapter 5 (NC-17) Chapter 6 (NC-17) Chapter 7 (NC-17) Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13
“Oww.”
“Oww.”
“Oww.”
“Eric, would you shut up? I’m the one being treated, you got a paper cut while filling the papers.”
“But it hurts!” Eric protested. A elderly nurse wrapped a Woody Woodpecker Band-Aid on his finger and gave him a motherly smile.
“There, honey. All fixed.” She left and Eric turned to look at Ryan, who was sitting on a hospital bed while another nurse treated the cuts on his face and hands.
“How does it feel?”
“Little stinging, nothing bad. Can you go check if they’ve heard about the others?”
“Sure, querido. And don’t go anywhere while I’m gone. Last time I let you out of my sight, you marched into an exploding building.”
“I promise I’ll never do that again.”
“Thanks.”
“Next time I’ll send a marching band before me.”
“This is not exactly a good time for jokes.”
“What else can you do now? If the other possibility is just waiting, I’ll rather make bad jokes.”
“Whatever works.” Eric stated and walked out to the hallway. He headed to the information desk, but paused when he saw Nick sitting on one of the waiting area couches.
“Have you heard anything new?”
“Not much. They’re bringing Greg to the ward soon.”
“How is he?”
“Burns in his neck and upper back, but they said he’ll be fine if it doesn’t infect. He can consider getting laser treatments for the scars, but right now he’s good. For someone who survived five bombs.” He got up and pulled some coins from his pocket. “You want coffee?”
“No. Anyone else? I saw Adam, he’s okay.”
“Valera and Vartann survived. I rode on the ambulance with her.”
“Guys?” Dawson marched in. He looked exhausted. “We found Ecklie. He was hiding in a motel near the studios.”
“Did you find the sister?”
“Yeah. She called us and told where to find them. He’s dead.”
“Suicide?”
“Looks like it. No idea why he couldn’t do that before exploding dozens of people.”
“You know anything about more survivors?”
“Most of the people in the building survived. With injuries, but anyway. So far we have three deaths.”
“You got names?”
“Yeah.” The detective pulled out his notebook. “Henry Andrews, secretary, Lindsay Monroe, actress, and Jack Malone, producer.”
“What about Don and Hawkes?” Nick asked. “Don went looking for him right before the first explosion.”
“As far as I know, they’re both here in the hospital. I haven’t seen them myself.”
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“Who is it?” Greg tried to lift his face from his pillow, but the stretch was too painful for his bandaged back.
“It’s me.” Nick too a chair and placed it next to the bed, so that Greg could see him. “How are you feeling?”
“So whacked out by the meds, that someone could use me as a life size voodoo doll and I wouldn’t notice. Ask me again when it wears off.” He closed his eyes for a minute and took deep breaths. He looked at Nick, but his eyes were obviously glazy. “Let’s hear it.”
“What?”
“The death toll. I can see it in your face, you got something to tell me.”
“Okay.” Nick paused. “Henry didn’t make it.”
“Who else?”
“Malone.”
“Anyone else?”
“Lindsay.”
“She wasn’t much of an actress anyway.”
“Greg?”
“Sorry, I have no idea where that came from. I didn’t mean it.” Greg’s voice was foggy, but he sounded sincerely shocked.
“I know.”
“Can you get my… I was gonna say my phone but that was on my desk… Can you find out her parent`s number? They live someone in the East coast.”
“They have people here who handle that.”
“I know, but I remember what they’re like. When one of them called me about Eddie, she just said: Truck ran over, looks like a raw meatloaf.”
“That’s awful.”
“And then they reminded that I didn’t take her for her worming on time, but what does it matter when she’s dead?”
“A she called Eddie, who didn’t live to see her worming?”
“Pekingese, my mom got her for me. I thought she might start butching up if I gave her a boy’s name… everyone else had manly dogs and I had a frigging Pekingese…”
“How much meds did they give you?” Nick asked carefully, but it was already too late. Greg started snoring with a small trail of drool rolling down his chin.
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Eric approached him carefully. Don was sitting on the floor with his legs pulled against his chest.
“Don?”
“Surgery.” Don made a vague hand gesture to the Personnel Only -sign on the door.
“What?”
“He’s in surgery. Hawkes.”
“How bad is it?”
“Bad. Internal damage.” Don tilted his head back against the wall. “If he makes it through the operation, he should recover.”
“How long have they been operating?”
“Ever since we came here. Two hours, they took him straight in.”
“Have they checked you yet?”
“I’m fine.”
“People who are fine don’t bleed all over the place.”
“What?”
Eric pointed at his head. A bloody cut was clearly visible above his ear.
“Two feet.”
“What?”
“He was two feet away from me. We were getting out when the floor gave in. I was that close and I’m fine.”
“Come on, get up. We’ll get your head stitched up.”
“I’ll get it done later.”
“Don-”
“I’ll go when they bring him out of there.”
“Fine.” Eric groaned. “Sit there. I’ll go see if I can find bandages and something to clean that cut. The kinda stuff, that stings like hell.” He waited, but Don didn’t react. He just stared at the floor in front of him.
Chapter 15