Fic: Behind The Scenes, Chapter 15 (CSI, Ryan / Eric, Flack, Danny, Warrick)
Title: Behind the Scenes, Chapter 15
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 Chapter 14
“Can I come in?”
Don turned to look at Danny who was waiting at the door.
“Sure. How did you know…?”
“I saw the news. You actually got on TV. They showed footage from the scene.”
“And they told you where they took the victims?”
“Yeah.” Danny pulled a paper bag from behind his back. “I got you a burger.”
“No flowers or candy?”
“Well, I knew you weren’t really injured but you’d probably be here to see how all the others are doing. When people wait in the hospital they always forget to eat.”
“Thanks.” Don took the bag and started chewing fries. “And thanks for coming. Sorry I didn’t call you in the morning.”
“You were busy getting blown up, so you had a good excuse. How is he?” Danny glanced at the immobile man in the hospital bed.
“He made it though the surgery, now they’re waiting for him to wake up. With all the meds he had during the surgery it can take a while.”
“You’ll be waiting here, right?” Danny snatched a French fry from the bag.
“Yeah.”
“That’s what I thought…”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that… maybe the timing is not right.” He swallowed rest of his fry. “You’re a great guy. And if the situation was different I would be all over you right about now.”
“He just got out of surgery, I have to-”
“I didn’t mean it like that. You two obviously still got something going on and… he’s gonna need all the support he can get to recover. And you’ll wanna be the one to support him.”
“I’m sorry.”
“That’s alright. All the good ones are straight or taken.” He offered his hand to Don. “Friends?”
“Friends.” Don shook his hand and gave him a small grin.
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“Are you sure don’t wanna eat something? I could go get something and… Where did you go?”
Eric kicked his shoes off. Ryan had disappeared from his sight as soon as they had returned home. He found Ryan in the bathroom, pulling his clothes off and shoving them frantically into the laundry hamper.
“Querido?”
“I’m fine, I just had to get them off of me.” Ryan slammed the lid back on the hamper. “Dirt and plaster dust, and everything. I need a shower.”
“With your cuts? No way.”
“It’s everywhere, it’s itching.” Ryan wet a sponge under the faucet and started scrubbing his skin. “It’s everywhere.”
“Gimme that and calm down.” Eric took the sponge. “Where does it itch?”
“Everywhere. All over.”
“You could have waited in the hospital, I would have brought you fresh clothes-”
“It didn’t hit me till I didn’t have something else to focus.” Ryan gave him an apologetic glance. “I can be a little bit fussy about cleanliness if I don’t have anything else to focus on. When things slow down, I start freaking out.”
“We’ve been together for over a year, I noticed that after the first month. Remember when that kid spilt his ice cream on you?”
“It was cold. And chocolate.” Ryan marched pass Eric and headed to the kitchen. He opened the freezer, but slammed it shut a minute later. “We’re out of ice cream.”
“You want ice cream?”
“I thought you…” Ryan frowned and rubbed his face with his palm, ignoring the sting of the cuts. “Time for one of those pills?”
“If it slows you down, yes.” Eric agreed. “Good thing we stopped by at the pharmacy or you’d probably start tearing the car apart and polishing all the parts.”
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“How’s Sanders?”
Warrick placed his coffee on the table. A man approached him with a curious expression on his face, holding a steaming cup of coffee.
“Reporter?”
“Worse. Actor.”
“You know Greg?”
“Little bit. I saw you talking with Stokes in the hallway, but I didn’t wanna interrupt.”
“Greg’s okay. Pretty bad burns, but on a small area.”
“That’s good.” He sat down on the opposite side of the cafeteria table. “Danny Messer.”
“Warrick Brown.” Warrick took a bite from his bun. “I think I saw you on Broadway last year.”
“Possible. Are you working with Nick?”
“And Greg. I knew him before I switched ships.”
“Ships?”
“Soaps.”
“Did you have someone in there when that… whole thing happened?”
“Why do you ask?”
“I just ditched the best guy I’ve meet in a while, because he’s still hung up on his ex. Now the said ex is laying on a hospital bed, I can’t compete with that.”
“Just one bitter ex.” Warrick chuckled. “Really bitter. We had an on-off for almost a year and then she started the “I want a real relationship” talk. She actually survived that thing today with few scratches.”
“Anyone I know?”
“Bonasera.”
“Stella? I know her, she used to do me all the time.”
Warrick tilted his eyebrows.
“That’s kinda hard to believe.”
“My headshots.” Danny corrected and took a sip from his coffee. “They`re funny. Hospitals. A lot of miserable stuff in one big building.”
“There’s good stuff going around too.”
“Sometimes. I’m happy as long as I’m the one who’s not staying here.”
Chapter 16 (NC-17)