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Hell's Smitten	By : WhatItShouldveBeen Category: Celebrities - Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 3173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is fiction, I do not know Gordon Ramsay and I make no money off this story!

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Wednesday, June 26th, 2013
Early the next morning we are woken up by loud pots and pans banging in the kitchen. Groggily, I throw my pillow over my head and try to squeeze out the noise.
Gail, on the other hand, decides that she's had enough. She quickly gets out of bed and exits the dorm. Shortly after, I can hear her berating someone.
"You've gone and woken up everyone at five thirty in the morning! What in the world are you doing?" Her voice sounds wholly intimidating even through my pillow ear cover.
I can't really make out the reply, but it sounds as if it was one of the men on the blue team responding to her. I get curious and decide to quietly slip from bed and peek outside the door to see who was being reprimanded.
Jay is standing dumbfounded in the middle of the kitchen, holding a pan midair that has what looks to be partially cooked scrambled eggs.
"We've got an incredibly long, grueling, painful day ahead of us and you've woken up everyone with your careless banging!" She leers angrily at Jay. Even though her anger, she maintains a perfectly stiff posture, reminding me somewhat of Professor McGonagall when she chastised Harry Potter for exploring school grounds past curfew.
He slowly sets down the pan of eggs and quietly mutters, "I was only trying to make everyone breakfast..."
"Even if that was your intention, we don't normally have to be awake until seven and anything you'd make now would be cold by that point!" Gail hisses through clenched teeth.
By this point, everyone is either awake and milling about or groaning dazedly in bed. It seems our third day in Hell is starting early, and not even because of some ridiculous stunt, but because of one feckless member of the blue team attempting to get on everyone's good side.
Gail looks around and notices more and more sleepy and bedraggled people filtering into the room.
"Fantastic. Good luck to both of our teams. We'll be lucky to barely pull off whatever crazy scheme Chef Ramsay has cooked up for us today," Gail says with her words full of venom as she locks her steely gaze onto Jay, who makes a small defeated sound.
We'd all managed to get to bed at around 12 am last night, so I definitely held some resentment towards Jay as well. I can't help but nod my silent agreement with Gail, and I notice no one on the blue team even bothers to try to help defend him.
Slowly but surely our early day gets started. I notice Garrett hopping onto the exercise machine next to the hot tub as he'd done yesterday morning. Mary, Shaun, Dave, Cindy, and Kalyani all pass around bowls and pour out some cereal and milk. Abel and Dylan are sitting on the couch and flipping through their recipe booklets together. Bella is most likely in the bathroom attempting to look as good as possible before revealing herself to the public. Taylor finally walks out of the women's dorm, her eyes drooping. The sound of what I can only assume are Pietro's snores filter out from the men's dorm. I am amazed that he'd managed to sleep through all this fuss.
Gina finally breaks the tension between a bristling Gail and a diffident Jay by picking up Jay's still half cooked eggs and resuming cooking them. This seems to break Jay from his stupor, and he joins Gina in making enough eggs for everyone who is awake, turning his back to Gail. Still fuming, Gail sits down on a kitchen bar stool and glares daggers at the back of Jay's head. I make a mental note to never wake Gail up if I want to live.
"What's all the ruckus about..." the sleepy voice of Taylor murmurs at my side, her curly brown hair in a tangled mess. "I sure hope today is an easy day. Then hopefully we can hop back in bed and sleep off this terrible morning wake-up."
Right as we all finish our breakfasts, Pietro and Bella both emerge from their respective dorms. Almost immediately after, Sous chefs Scott and Christina come upstairs to greet us.
"Early risers today, eh? I see you all are looking to get a head start on today's work," Christina jokes, smiling at us. "Good thing too. Chef Ramsay will need to be seeing you all in no more than three minutes outside the doors of Hell's Kitchen. You won't be needing your chef's jackets. Just wear something you don't mind getting dirty. Hurry up now, everyone."
Scott and Christina walk back downstairs. The rest of us exchange foreboding glances before- as quickly as we can muster- getting dressed and making our way downstairs.
The glare of the early morning sun outside of Hell's Kitchen causes the majority of us to either squint or hold a hand over our eyes. That is when I notice Chef Ramsay at the bow of a relatively large fishing boat!
He looks devastatingly handsome wearing a crisp white ship captain uniform, sunglasses, and a captain's hat. The parts of his blond hair that make their way out from beneath his hat are shining like liquid gold in the sun.
"Good morning chefs! Come on up!" Ramsay shouts to us, then throws a knotted rope ladder over the side of the boat. Pietro laughs, but quickly realizes that Chef Ramsay is serious.
We climb into the boat as best as we can. Garrett and Ramsay both have to reach over the side and take each of Pietro's arms to help pull him onto the deck of the boat after he only makes it halfway up the rope ladder. I am last in line to board the boat, and Ramsay reaches his hand down to grasp mine. Though I could have made the climb myself, I'm not going to pass up the chance to be pulled onto the boat by those muscular arms. After pulling me up, Ramsay continues to hold my hand for just a moment longer than necessary. When he takes his hand from mine, I notice a small paper folded in my palm, which I quickly ball into a closed fist to hide it from the cameras. He plays it off perfectly, turning right to the other chefs.
"I see you all are ready to get dirty, yes? Today, we'll be catching our own fish to serve at tomorrow's dinner service!" Ramsay looks excitedly at all of us. Dave grins widely and pumps his fist, but no one else seems to share his enthusiasm.
"Oh come on now, it'll be fun!" Gordon exaggeratedly pouts, which causes a few laughs here and there. I distractedly run my thumb over the paper in the palm of my hand and wish desperately that I could read what it said without drawing attention.
"We'll be headed to the Santa Monica Pier just about thirty minutes away. Though this is a beautiful beach, we won't be lounging about. We will spend all this morning and afternoon fishing, and then return to Hell's Kitchen for our real competition- cleaning, gutting and filleting all the fish that we catch!" Ramsay claps his hands together. Pietro groans.
"Is there a problem, Pietro?" Ramsay turns to the stout man, who is holding his stomach.
"Chef, I haven't eaten breakfast today and I get seasick. Like, really bad." He looks pitifully at Chef Ramsay.
Ramsay holds his hand to his chin while resting his elbow in his other palm. He thinks for a moment then responds, "Alright Pietro, you're welcome to sit out this one."
Pietro looks shocked at the possibility of having an easy day, but that doesn't last long as Ramsay continues,
"Go meet with Scott and Christina, I'm sure they can find something for you to do while the rest of us are out on the ocean." He motions for Pietro to climb back down the boat. He struggles, but eventually makes his way down without injury.
Shortly after Pietro starts walking towards the entrance doors, Ramsay instructs us all to take a seat. The truck towing our boat starts up and pulls out of the parking lot of Hell's Kitchen. Chef Ramsay stands at the bow looking out at the road like he's sailing the open seas.
The small folded paper in my hand causes me to burn with curiosity. Ramsay obviously wants to tell or ask me something, but what is it? My mind tumbles over the possibilities as the truck tugs us towards our destination.
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