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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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Monday, July 1st, 2013
Since this is vegan night and the menu options are much more limited, the assigned stations are a bit different. Kalyani and I are put on pizza together since we were the ones to make it to Gordon's liking during the taste testing portion of our special event challenge. Red and Gail are on the stuffed peppers appetizer, Bella and Gina are assigned to stroganoff, and Taylor is by herself on the garnish station. She seems excited to have the first solo station on the red team, she probably takes it as a good opportunity to prove herself.
Jean-Phillipe leans over the pass, holding out the first ticket between two fingers. Ramsay takes the ticket with a "thank you" and then turns to us to read the order,
"Three stuffed peppers, followed by one stroganoff and two pizza!"
"Yes, Chef!" we shout back.
Red and Gail fire their peppers while Kalyani and I prepare our pizzas for firing. Stroganoff vegan noodles are also dropped to begin cooking. Taylor is waiting to begin cooking her mushrooms and sauce, watching us all eagerly.
Red brings up her peppers and slides them next to Chef, then turns to go back to her station. Ramsay stops her,
"Mary?"
"Yes, Chef?" her voice wavers.
"Excellently done. They look delicious," Ramsay praises.
Red stands up straighter and smiled,
"Thank you, Chef!"
Red returns to her station with a pep in her step that- unlike her voice- never wavers. It seems that every order she and Gail put up is absolutely spot on.
Our pizzas are done in the oven, so I take them out and bring them up to Chef Ramsay. When he sees me approaching he smiles, a glint in his eye. I smile back, unable to help myself.
"Here are your pizzas, Chef!" I cheerily say as I slide the pizzas into place.
He turns his eyes from me to the pizzas to inspect them, not wanting to be in the way I head back to my station. All seems well as he plates the pizzas and calls for a server to deliver them.
Midway through our second ticket, right as I am in the middle of firing another pizza, one of the waiters returns to the pass.
"Chef, the customer says his pizza is raw."
"Raw? Where?" Ramsay observes where the server points, his eyebrows furrowing.
"I don't see a single thing wrong with this pizza. Show me to the customer's table, would you?" he asks the server.
The server looks shocked, but nods and leads Chef Ramsay from the kitchen towards a nearby table.
The customer- a young man with gauges and a band t-shirt- looks pleased to see Gordon, but only momentarily.
"Would you be so kind as to show me where on your pizza is raw?" he asks the customer.
The man points to a spot on the pizza, completely opposite from the spot that the server had indicated.
Ramsay scoffs,
"Are you trying to waste my time, huh? This pizza is perfect, amazing, cooked to perfection. If you were looking for screen time, you fucking got it," he berates the customer, who slides down in their chair as if they were trying to fade into the carpet.
"Keep this pizza or get out, I don't honestly care either way." He drops the pizza in front of the young man, who still stays shrunken down in his chair.
Ramsay heads back into the kitchen and goes to the pass to begin plating the food again. He doesn't get far before he groans, grabbing a plate of what looks to be blackened mushrooms.
"Who cooked this shit?" he shouts into the blue kitchen.
Jay hesitantly speaks up, "I did Chef."
"How could you fuck up something as simple as cooking mushrooms for a fucking stroganoff? These mushrooms are burnt to shit!" he throws the plate of mushrooms on Jay. Of course, they are all burned, so none of them are sticky enough to stick to his jacket.
Garrett is standing stock still holding a pizza, watching Ramsay berate Jay.
Ramsay then turns pointedly towards Garrett. "What are you gaping at you fucking donkey?" He stares at Garrett with his mouth hanging open mockingly before continuing,
"Bring that dish to the pass or you might as well re-make it. The pizza is getting cold as the fucking Himalayas waiting on you to move your ass."
Garrett nods then rushes to the pass. He runs into Shaun, who drops his plate of grilled peppers all over the floor. I quickly cover my mouth to stifle a laugh.
Ramsay throws his hands up in the air.
"Fine, fuck it! Remake the whole order you fucking loons, listen and use your goddamn eyeballs when moving about in the kitchen!"
"Yes, Chef! Sorry Chef!" many of the blue team members shout.
I decided I should probably move MY ass too, so Ramsay won't have a reason to yell at any of us on the red team. Once Ramsay gets riled, it is really easy to flip that anger switch onto a whole new target.
Chef Ramsay couldn't seem to stay off the blue team's backs for the rest of the night. One thing after another they screwed up until he'd had enough.
"It was a mistake sending you all on that reward. They must've massaged the passion and skill straight out of your bodies. I'm tired of all of you, honestly, I've had e-fucking-nough." He jabs his finger at Garrett,
"You,"
Then at Dave who jerks his head up from his stroganoff noodles, shocked.
"You,"
Pietro drops his pan and raises his hands in surrender as he sees Ramsay point at him.
"You,"
Shaun backs away from his station complaisantly, wiping his hands on his apron.
"You,"
Jay looks up from his position on the floor where he had been picking up the burnt mushrooms.
"You,"
Then finally, he points at Abel, who switches off his burners and brings his pans to the side of the stove.
"And you,"
He then points to the exit at the back of the kitchen,
"Fuck off! Go on and start deliberating over two fucks you want to send up for elimination. Who knows, I might even eliminate them both." He shrugs, raising his eyebrows, "God knows you deserve it. Out of my sight." He then turns to the red team,
"Mary, Gail and (Y/N), come to finish up the blue team's tickets, please."
We all rush into the blue kitchen. It is nice knowing we'll likely win this service if we do well on the blue team's tickets. While our team only has one ticket left, the blue team has four. I quickly get to work on the stroganoff and garnish.
"Once the red team's ticket is finished I'll send over the rest of the ladies to help. In the meantime, do your best, right?" he addresses us all but makes eye contact with me specifically.
"Of course Chef, we won't let you down!" I respond, laying another pan down on the stove for mushrooms.
"Good girl, thank you." He nods at me then goes back to plating food.
Rosiness blooms in my cheeks as I process just how amazing it feels to be called ' good girl' by him. I'm sure he's said that before many times with no other connotations, but it feels like more to me.
His praise empowers me to work like Superwoman in that kitchen. The three of us had already finished two tickets and I am working on four dishes simultaneously when the rest of the red team comes over to assist.
After just a short while longer, the blue team's tickets are cleared. Ramsay throws his towel over his shoulder and turns to us.
"Excellent work, ladies. Please go rest in the dorms and wait for me to call you down to watch the men's elimination. Thank you for your efforts." He waves us up to the stairs.
We all bump into each other happily, high-fiving and cheering, finally we'd managed to not only complete dinner service for the red team but for the blue team as well! Maybe now we'd finally crawled out of our rut.
'Good girl' echos in my mind as I go to lay on the couch, exhausted but finally happy with our service.
Good girl, indeed.
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