Fic: Behind The Scenes, Chapter 30 (CSI, Ryan / Eric, Nick / Greg)
Title: Behind the Scenes, Chapter 30
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) Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29
“I knew it…”
“Did you say something?” Ryan looked up from the morning paper.
“Six pounds.”
“Six pounds what?”
“I’ve gained six pounds.” Eric exclaimed.
“So what?”
“I’ve gained it all since the show went on hiatus. If we don’t get back to work soon, I’ll balloon up.”
“Calm down, I can’t even see the difference.”
“I can! You think I got my part because I’m the next Laurence Olivier? Work is the only thing that makes me go to the gym. If I didn’t need to look good, I’d be big as a house.”
“If it bothers you, go to the gym.” Ryan got up to get some more coffee. “Our appointment is twelve thirty, after that you can spend the rest of the day on a treadmill.”
“Look at this.” Eric marched to the living room and came back with his old scrapbook. He selected a page and pulled his shirt up. “My abs are vanishing.”
“They’re still there, there’s just… a little layer in front of them.” Ryan commented. “You can still see the outlines.”
“Yeah, but Enrique spends most of his days without a shirt! I think he even went to court without a shirt…”
“As a lawyer or as a defendant?”
“I think it was after Valera’s character poisoned the judge to interrupt the hearing. She smeared something on the judge’s hammer and we all had to take a decontamination shower. That was when George got caught trying to smuggle uncut diamonds in a bodily orifice.”
“I’m sure Nick had a lot of fun with that… And it’s called a gavel.”
“What’s a gavel?”
“Judge has a gavel, not a hammer.”
“Same thing. What were we talking about?”
“Your spare tyre.”
“I don’t have a spare tyre! Look! I may be little more masculine, but they always called me pretty boy anyway! This could be my big re-invention!”
“I agree, but getting you defensive is always the best way to snap you out of it.” Ryan smirked. “More coffee?”
“You… You’re sneaky!”
“Yeah. Do I need to pull out the big guns, or are you done with your body crisis?”
“What’s the big gun?”
“I’m saving that for a really bad crisis.”
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Greg deleted the text he had written and started from the start. For the fifth time. Ten minutes later he gave up and headed to the kitchen for more coffee.
“Can I come to the living room now?” Nick asked and closed his book.
“No, I’m still writing.” Greg abandoned him mug to the counter. “I don’t know what to do with Lindsay.”
“Character or the actress?”
“Why do people always ask that when someone mentions that name? The actress. I don’t know what to do with her character. We agreed not to recast the part, but I don’t know how to write her out.”
“You must have some ideas-”
“I do, but they’re not very good.” Greg pulled a handwritten note from his pocket and gave it to Nick. “It’s one thing to write someone out because she wants to leave, but totally different when she’s dead.”
“Yeah.” Nick eyed the paper full of scrawling writing. “She joins the convent.”
“Too out of character.”
“She goes on around the world cruise and never comes back.”
“I used that when Mac left.”
“She has plastic surgery and comes back with a new face.”
“I did that with Willows.”
“She’ll die in a freaky eel-related accident.”
“Don’t ask about that one…”
“Dies in a fire.”
“Too close to reality. Smoke and rubble everywhere.”
“She elopes with her father’s football team.”
“They used that in Dynasty.”
“She undergoes a sex-change operation off-screen.”
“I think that could work, she had a really manly chin…”
“She gets abducted by aliens.”
“That’s the one I’m considering right now.” Greg buried his face in his hands. “But I’m still keeping my options open.”
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“If she sells this to the papers, we can sue, right?”
“Eric, she’s a doctor. She can’t tell about her patients affairs.” Ryan groaned and shoved the two years old magazine back to the rack. “Calm down. I asked about her from my old shrink. She’s had a lot of experience with marriage counselling, and she’s also been a leader on therapy groups.”
“Is she one of those docs who advice others, because they are so ugly or fat that no one wants them?”
“I’ve never seen her, but she’s a widow. So unless she killed her husband, she should know the issue from that angle too.”
“Did she kill him?”
“How would I know?”
“So we might be waiting to get therapy from a curly headed killer?”
“How do you know she has curly hair?”
“See that?” Eric pointed to the poster on the wall of the waiting room. “Seminar for the emotionally repressed.”
“You want to go?”
“Yeah, right after a lengthy stint in a torture chamber.”
“Is that a no?”
“Yes. It’s weird enough to come here among the nutsos.”
“Totally normal people go to therapy-”
“Did you see that guy, who was leaving when we came in? Serial killer in the making, if he hasn’t already started.”
“Couple spasms don’t mean lunacy.”
“He was talking to himself! Something about baseball and fried liver.”
“Maybe he was making dinner plans after today’s game.”
“There’s a game today?”
“You forgot that didn’t you?” Ryan laughed. “Too late, you can’t escape now.”
“Wolfe and Delko?” The woman from the poster stepped out of the office. “You can come in now.”
“Ryan Wolfe, nice to meet you.” Ryan shook her hand.
“Megan Donner. And this is your other half?”
“This is Eric. Can you tell him normal people go to therapy? He didn’t deem to believe me.”
“Well, normal people go the therapy and sick people go to therapy, they just do it for different reasons. I don’t handle any severe mental disorders, I do mainly couples counselling.”
“What do you do if the therapy doesn’t work?” Eric eyed her suspiciously. “Drug us?”
“Eric, if you trusted a hypno-yahoo to poke around in your head, you can trust a professional therapist.”
“That’s right.” Donner agreed. “And I’m not allowed to write prescription for six months. We had a nasty little incident last month.”
Eric seemed ready to run out. Ryan grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him into the office.
“Play nice, and we’ll get home before the end of the game.”
“Promise?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay…” Eric moaned and sunk into an armchair. “Start the psycho-babble, doc.”
Chapter 31