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A Star is Born	By : EJConley Category: Casts RPF > CSI Views: 1382 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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As the trio walked past the front desk as a tall skinny man came up to them and grabbed Ireland by the arm. “Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for you all day!”

Ireland ripped her arm away from the man’s grip. “You don’t get to know that anymore you son of a-“

George stepped in between the two before Ireland could finish her sentence. “Can I help you?”

“Sure, you can get out of my way. This doesn’t involve you.” The man tried to push George out of the way and grab at Ireland, but he held firm and pushed Ireland back, out of the man’s reach and into Eric’s arms.

“If it involves you assaulting a friend of mine, then it involves me.” George was poised to take the man’s head off should he make another move.

“Guys!” Ireland shouted, pulling away from Eric who had wrapped himself around her protectively. “Enough. You,” she pointed at George, “chill out. You,” she pointed at the stranger, “go the hell away before I call the cops and get a restraining order. I don’t know how you found out where I was, but if you ever show up here again, I will have you arrested. And if I find out you lied to find me, I will have you arrested. Remember, it doesn’t look good to the judge if you’re arrested for stalking your ex-wife.” Ireland cut a hard right and stomped toward the elevator, seething with anger.

George and Eric looked at each other and then at the stranger before him before turning to follow Ireland. They found her trying to punch the button of the elevator through the wall it was mounted in. In the mirror shine of the elevator doors they could see she was trying not to cry and failing miserably. George and Eric nearly ran into each other trying to hug her. George conceded and nodded at Eric. Without missing a beat Eric slid his arms over Ireland’s shoulders and waited for the elevator doors to open. They were all silent for the elevator ride and the walk to Ireland’s room. When they got inside Ireland made a beeline for the bathroom door and locked it behind her. George shrugged and walked over to the living space to sit down.

Eric sighed and rested his head on the door. “Babe, can I come in?”

Silence.
“Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not as bad as it seems.” Eric just stood at the door waiting for an answer he wasn’t sure he was going to get.

George came over and patted Eric on the shoulder. He turned to the bathroom door. “Hey, I’m going to go play the machines for a while. Call me if you need me, ok?” He didn’t hear anything so he shrugged and went downstairs.

Eric stared at the door for a minute deciding what to do. “Hey, I’m going to go down with George. Do you want anything? Food or something?” He got no answer immediately. He had turned to leave when he heard the lock click. Ireland didn’t come out or open the door for him, so he waited a moment before he opened the door a crack and peeked in. She was sitting at the vanity a couple feet from the door wiping at her eyes.

“You must think I’m a real idiot.” Ireland picked up a brush and starting running it through her hair.

Eric sat down on the bench next to her. “Why would I think that?” He slipped his hand under the ends of her hair and rubbed her back.

“Did you want the whole list, or just the abbreviated version?” Ireland began to cry softly again.

“Hey, that guy practically attacked you. I don’t blame you for getting upset.” Eric tried to brush a strand of hair away from her face when she pulled back.

“That GUY is my ex-husband.” Ireland waved wildly in the general direction of the lobby. She shrunk like she had just been slapped.

Eric smiled a little. “I gathered. And an asshole to boot.”

“Yeah, well I didn’t want you to find out like that.” She looked defeated.

Eric wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. “Find out what? That you’d been married before? Babe, I don’t care. You are who you are regardless of what’s happened to you in the past.” Eric pulled away and held her chin to look at her. “And I like who you are.”

“Who I am also involves that man and the fact that he can’t get it through his thick head that we’re not together anymore, regardless of the fact that the divorce isn’t…” Ireland choked on her words. Not only had she not told Eric she’d been married before, she’d also neglected to tell him that she was, technically, still married.

“Isn’t what?” Eric asked, already sure of what the last few words were. It was pretty obvious what she’d been about to say.

“Isn’t finalized, ok?” Ireland stood up, nearly knocking Eric off the bench. “He keeps blocking it with stupid crap that has nothing to do with anything and is making my life miserable. It was originally supposed to be done before IMTA was over. Months later and here we are, and now he’s stalking me.” Ireland’s phone began to ring.

“What?!” She answered, not even looking at the Caller ID.

“Ire, sorry if I’m interrupting. I just wanted to make sure your brother had gotten ahold of you.” It was Delia, an intern at the show’s production company.

“My brother?! Are you aware that I don’t have a brother? That man is my ex-husband and now he knows where I am!” Ireland was raving into the phone when Eric snatched it from her hand.

“Now isn’t a good time,” he said into the phone and then hit the End button.
George was downstairs playing on a slot machine when his phone rang. “Yeah?”

“George, it’s Pat. We have a problem.” She sounded like she was going to cry. “Apparently one of the interns gave out Ireland’s information to a guy claiming he was her brother, but she doesn’t have a brother and we don’t know…”

George cut her off mid sentence. “It was her ex-husband. He showed up at the hotel. Eric is upstairs with her trying to get her to settle down. What happened Pat? These interns are supposed to know never to give out information. This is why.”

“George, you have to get her and her stuff out of that hotel.” Pat now sounded like she was ready to explode.

“It’s ok, Pat. There’s a ton of security here, and we can get her a bodyguard or something, if she doesn’t refuse to let him anywhere near her.” George just imagined the argument that would create, no matter how frightened she was.

“No, George, you need to get her OUT. We’re not supposed to give her information especially to him because last time he tried to kill her.”

“Shit,” George got up, snapping the phone shut and leaving his money in the machine. He bolted to the elevator, dialing the police on his way. He didn’t see the guy in the lobby anymore, but he wasn’t taking any chances.

He sprinted from the elevator to Ireland’s door and knocked like an anxious puppy until Eric finally opened the door. He looked into the bathroom, where Ireland was standing, fuming.

“An intern…” Ireland cut him off before he even started.

“Yeah, I know!” She was trying to grab her phone, which Eric still held captive, afraid she was going to find a way to reach through it and actually strangle the intern.

“Get your stuff, we’re leaving.”

Ireland looked at him like she was going to kill him. Eric looked like a lost dog. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to go anywhere right…”

George pushed past him and grabbed the first suitcase he found. “Apparently, the last time our fun visitor showed up unannounced, he tried to kill her. You think I’m going to let her spend one more second in this hotel room?”

Eric didn’t even answer. He walked into the bathroom and started packing up everything in there.

“Excuse me?! Nobody asked me if I wanted to go anywhere! And even if I did, where the hell am I going to go? If the production company set me up in another hotel…”

“You’re not going to a hotel!” Eric and George both spoke at the same time.

“You can stay at my house for a while," Eric offered. "At least until we can get you into your house and install the alarms…” A knock on the door stopped him dead.

George walked to the door and looked out the peep hole. “It’s LVPD. I called them on my way up here.” George opened the door and let the officers in. Eric and George kept packing while Ireland spoke with the officers. The took a couple pictures of the bruise on her arm and then all five of them walked down to the lobby to get her checked out of the room, but the production company had already called the desk and they were out of the building in a matter of moments.
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