Fic: Behind The Scenes, Chapter 33 (CSI, Ryan / Eric, Nick / Greg, Valera)
Title: Behind the Scenes, Chapter 33
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 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32
“Hold me, I’m scared.” Valera whimpered. “What if I start hyperventilating and pass out?”
“Take a deep breath and do it.” Nick stated and shoved her into her new dressing room. “It’s just temporary.”
“What kinda people stayed here before me? This place is like the ladies room in a whorehouse.”
“How do you know what that looks like?”
“I just said it looks like it, it doesn’t mean I have to know if it actually looks like it. Who’s Lara?”
“I don’t know. Why?”
“On the wall.” Valera pointed at the writing on the wall. “For a good time, call Lara.”
“Looks like it’s been there a while, the number still has the old area code.”
“This place is half the size of my old room!”
“I thought you gave up materialism after that trip to Tibet.”
“No, I re-prioritised my materialism. Right now my number one priority is a less damp dressing room. You know what that does to my hair: Pure cotton candy.”
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“I can’t take this anymore. I must tell you the truth…” Eric sighed. “I… I… I can’t remember my line.”
“No hurry, we won’t be ready for taping till after lunch.” Ryan commented. He stepped into the dressing room and locked the door. “We had to rethink the camera angles, because no one bothered to warn us soundstage was smaller. They had to built just the first story of the living room set and now we have to cover up that the stairs are leading nowhere.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Relieved to be back to work.”
“I meant your head.”
“Better.” Ryan’s hand wondered up to his forehead to touch the healing cuts. “I haven’t had any headaches today.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah and if you need something to worry about, worry about Adam. He’s heading towards a nervous breakdown.”
“That’s normal.”
“Yeah. He had some kinda altercation with the cleaning ladies. You know George’s first wife?”
“The one we never heard about till few months ago?”
“Yeah, that one.”
“What about her?”
“Well, not her. Just her wardrobe. They had that whole hobo-look for her, and someone accidentally threw it to the trash.”
“Did he have to start the beginning?”
“No, but he had to go dumpster diving. Now the costume has both the look and the smell of a real hobo.”
“I don’t have any scenes with her, right?”
“Same amnesia covers both your lines and your scenes?” Ryan smirked. “You’ll be working with her next week.”
“I still don’t know who she is.”
“They want to keep it as a secret. All her scenes are done with a skeletal crew so no one would leak it.”
“You’re not even gonna tell me?”
“It’s her first day, and we’re keeping her locked into her dressing room just in case. But maybe it’ll help her get into character. Personally, I can’t believe anyone would keep a sane woman locked into a insane asylum, just to get an annulment and marry money.”
“Blame Greg, that guy has a twisted mind.” Eric chuckled. “So you’re really not gonna tell me who it is?”
“Need to know basis only.”
“I need to know.”
“You don’t.”
"I wanna know! Sleeping with the director must have some perks!”
“Sleeping with the director is the perk.” Ryan laughed. “Get some lunch, we’ll be starting around one.”
“We got that much time?”
“And cafeteria has a meatloaf day.”
“What’s tomorrow?”
“Leftover day.”
“So if we skip lunch we’ll get meatloaf tomorrow anyway?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I need help for my scene, I can’t get in the mood.”
“It’s a simple scene: All you have to do is open the door, look surprised and say "You? No, it can’t be, you’re dead." How much mood do you need for that?”
“My character just spent the night in the grips of an uncontrolled passion!”
“Watch out, you’re starting to sound like him…”
“You’re missing the point. I need some personal attention from the director to get into the scene.”
“You mean method acting?” Ryan smirked. “I know your methods, that’s why we shoved a couch in here. You think it’s here taking half the space because it’s so pretty?”
“You got me a couch for some lunchtime delights?” Eric stared at him. “Baby… nicely planned.”
“It’s here in case I need to guide you through your scenes personally.”
“So we can’t fool around on it?”
“I was thinking we could maximise the productivity and get few things done simultaneously…”
“Multitasking? You just said we have time!”
“Yeah, but we’ll be working here for at least few months, so we have to make yourself comfortable. The idea is that you can get out of your costume, move on to the couch for some one-on-one directing, and then just jump into your costume for the next scene.”
“You offer that service to all the actors?”
“No, just the ones who really need some guidance.”
“Should I be insulted?”
“That depends on whether I’m talking as your director or as your husband.”
“Well… If my director tells me to get naked and bend over the couch, I better do it so I can keep my job.” Eric’s face lit up. “That’s hot…”
“What?”
“Can we do that?”
“Do what?”
“You’ll come in and tell me to get naked and bend over the couch or I’ll be fired.”
“That idea gets you hot?”
“Use that tone, querido… And frown.”
“Frown?”
“Yeah, like that. Loosen your tie and work with me, babe.”
Chapter 34