Fic: Behind The Scenes, Chapter 27 (CSI, Nick / Greg, Ryan / Eric, Flack / Hawkes)
Title: Behind the Scenes, Chapter 27
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 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 (NC-17) Chapter 17 (NC-17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 (NC-17)
“Are you sure you got it right?”
“You wrote me two pages of instructions, I think I got it right.” Nick handed him the coffee cup and sat down on the opposite side of the table. “Vanilla-caramel latté, cup size Grande a`la Megalomaniac, chilled but not stirred, four different sorts of flavour syrups, chocolate chips, almond flavoured foam, constructed according to the diagram you draw for me.”
“Did you mess up my coffee order, or was that sarcasm?”
“Sarcasm, but the barista said she had never seen so detailed instructions. Or written instructions at all. You`re the talk of the shift.”
“I’m picky about my coffee, sue me.” Greg took a long sip from his cup. “You know what I’m like when I make coffee at home.”
“I know.” Nick sighed. “And I’ve told you I know how to make coffee, I wouldn’t spoil your precious Blue Caribbean.”
“Blue Hawaiian. You refuse to listen to my instruction, therefore you’re not allowed to touch my coffee. If you need to make coffee at my place, there’s a packet of your supermarket grains for that, but you do not ruin my coffee with your amateurish-”
“It’s coffee! You pour in the water, fill the filter and snap it on.”
“That attitude is why you’ll never touch my Blue Parisian.”
“I thought it was Hawaiian.”
“I’m under the influence of well made coffee, I can be as hazy as I want. Especially when I’m still taking the pain meds.”
“You brought them with you?”
“No, I’m trying to cut down on them.” Greg took a new sip and enjoyed the flavour. “I get to take four a day, so I’ll take two. One in the morning and one in the evening.”
“Probably wise.” Nick snapped the lid off his own cup and sniffed the strong aroma.
“What did you get?”
“This is something really rare. They had to actually made this especially for me. People ask for this so rarely that they don’t have it ready.”
“What is it?”
“Normal black coffee.”
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“Okay, just text me the number.” Ryan glanced over his shoulder. “Thanks again. Bye.”
He hung up and turned to look at Eric, who was busy placing a breakfast tray onto the coffee table.
“Who was that?”
“I called someone I knew.” Ryan fiddled with the cell phone. “My old shrink recommended someone we can see together.”
“So you’re really serious about it?”
“Yeah.”
“Why not the same guy you used before?”
“We stayed in touch on and off after I stopped my sessions, so he’s not exactly an unbiased listener.”
“What do people do there?”
“In therapy? Talk through their reasons to come, what has happened how it has affected them, and so on. You’ve been to a therapist, haven’t you?”
“Hypno-therapist. People go and see her when they get pregnant and want to remember who the father is or try to stop drinking before ten AM.” Eric took a bite from his toast. “They don’t read minds, right?”
“Psychiatrists? No, they don’t read minds. Where did you get that idea?”
“I saw that show on TV where that redheaded shrink solves crimes with that FBI guy.”
“That description could fit dozens of shows.”
“The one where they always go to that Irish pub after they’ve solved the case.”
“Psi Instinct. I always wondered why the FBI keeps using her… She’s shot three people in three seasons, and always in the last episode of the season.”
“In self defence.”
“Three times? That woman is more unstable than the actual criminals. And if she’s a real psychic, why didn’t she see the situation before it happened?”
“She’s not a psychic, she’s a mind reader!”
“What’s the difference?”
“I don’t know, but there`s gotta be something…” Eric mumbled through a mouthful of toast. “Anyway, what’s the new guy like?”
“Who?”
“The shrink your guy recommended.”
“She’s not a guy at all.”
“We’re going to see a female therapist?”
“Does it matter?” Ryan shrugged. “She has a lot of experience-”
“She’ll crucify me! She’ll hear the story and I’m a dead man.”
“She has probably heard a lot worse over the years.”
“Yeah… So… when are we going?”
“I haven’t called her yet. I’ll make the appointment and if you don’t feel comfortable, we can try another therapist.”
“Thanks.” Eric swallowed the last piece of his toast. “Was he cute?”
“Who?”
“Your old shrink. You said you stayed in touch.”
“He was cute. And very much married.”
“How much?”
“He has divorced five times. Good thing he didn’t specialise in marriage counselling, or he might have lost his license by now.”
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“I’m pretty sure this is not mine…” Hawkes pulled the well-worn hoodie on and took a look at himself in the small mirror. “And I know I’ve never had a Yankees hoodie.”
“You didn’t have anything clean except dress shirts and T-shirts, it’s too chilly for that stuff.” Don commented. “When was the last time you did laundry?”
“I was kinda down before the whole thing.”
“I cleaned up your place too, you didn’t do much cleaning either."
"It was depressing to go there when everything reminded about something.” Hawkes leaned down to tie his shoes, but he had to stop. He grimaced and straightened his back.
“Stitches?” Don interpreted. He crouched down to the tie the laces.
“They don’t hurt anymore, except when I do something that stretches them.”
“It’ll pass. And scars are manly.”
“Yeah, the latest fashion accessory: surgery scars…”
“You almost didn’t make it through the surgery. Couple scars are a small price to pay compared to that other possibility.”
“It’s not like I’ll be showing off my abs anyway.” Hawkes agreed. “You don’t mind scars?”
“They’re my new kink.” Don smirked and handed Sheldon his coat. “They’re like tattoos: They can be hot as long as they don’t go too far. Don’t get yourself onto the operating table again, and we’ll be fine.”
“I’ll try… Did you get my release forms?”
“Yeah, they`re all ready. Let’s roll.”
Chapter 28