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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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“Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m here.” Ireland stepped out of the back of the taxi, making sure to grab her set pass. She got on set and wandered her way down the hall until she found someone she recognized.

“George, thank the Goddess. Talk about a maze. I need a map.” When she got closer, she realized he was standing with Eric, William Petersen, Gary Dourdan, Marg Helgenburger and a few assistants she didn’t recognize.

“Ireland! Hey come meet everybody.” George introduced her around as someone got her a script for the initial reading.

“So, does anybody know what exactly I’m doing? Nobody really told me.” Everyone stopped talking and looked at her and she smiled nervously. “What?”

“You’re my ex-girlfriend from college that’s moved back to Vegas,” Eric piped up. “You’re not going to have any problems kissing a total stranger,” he wiggled his eyebrows at her, “Are you?”

The way he said it just steamed her. He was insulting her ability as an actor and he was being an arrogant sonofabitch under the guise of flirting. He’d only met her once, and he hadn’t even seen her act. So she did the only thing she could think of…she showed him just how good her acting abilities were.

Ireland grabbed his shirt by the collar, with both hands, and pulled him down to her and kissed him with all the fiery passion she could muster after no sleep and a 10 hour flight. When she released him, he looked like a puppy that had just had a good ear scratching. Everyone else just stared at her, and they all saw the flame ignite as she started yelling.

“YOU are an arrogant fuckhead. You don’t even KNOW me and you’ve accused me of being a bad actor and possibly that if I kissed you, I’d go all damsel in distress, weak in the knees, jittery-flittery pile of goo. Get over yourself, you’re not that hot. And you’re not that great a kisser, either.” Ireland grabbed the coat she dropped and walked out of the room. She nearly ran straight into Jorja Fox as she turned the corner. She mumbled an apology, and kept walking to the other end of the hall and turned on her heel into the bathroom.

She splashed water on her face and walked outside for some air. What an ass. Who the hell does he think he is? Boy gets a couple of fans and he thinks he’s God’s gift to women. When she hit the outside doors she stopped. Eric was sitting on the bench just outside. He turned around when he heard the doors open and stood up. Oh lovely. Ireland turned on her heel again and grabbed the door to go back inside.

“Wait!” Eric ran up to her and cut her off before she could go back inside. He held out a bottle of water. “Peace offering.”

Ireland sighed and took the bottle. She backed away from the door and found a spot on the bench to sit down. She held the bottle against her forehead. Why is it so bloody hot out here?

“Listen, I didn’t…I mean, I wasn’t,” he stopped for a moment. “I apologize. I made a bad joke and I apologize.”

“You were being an arrogant fuckhead.” Ireland took a sip from the water bottle.

Eric stared at her for a moment. “Yes, I believe you said that.”

“I meant it, and I really don’t wish to say anything else. Thanks for the water.” She got up to go back inside and Eric put his hand on her shoulder.

“Can I make it up to you? What if I buy you lunch? There’s this really great deli down the street, if you like delis.”

“Ok, I was wrong. You’re not an arrogant fuckhead.”

Eric smiled at her statement.

“You’re a RICH arrogant fuckhead, and you should know I like delis that would be where we had lunch in L.A.” She tossed her empty water bottle into the nearest garbage can and whispered to herself. “Two points.” She walked back into the building to find a production assistant and ask about the schedule for the next few days.

Eric stood dumbfounded. Lunch? In L.A.? He didn’t even know…Oh God.

“I’m a fuckhead,” Eric said to himself.

“That’s the latest news,” George said as he walked up behind Eric. “You’re agreeing with the sentiment now?”

“She said we ate lunch in L.A. at a deli.”

“Yeah, that’s Ireland. She looks great doesn’t she?” George turned to look at Eric. “Oh boy, you didn’t recognize her did you?”

“Obviously not or I wouldn’t have said something that stupid.” Eric rubbed his head with his fingers.

George smacked Eric on the back and they walked back inside. “Sometimes dude, I beg to differ. You’ve said some pretty stupid stuff before.”

“Yeah, and today I’m setting a new personal best. Do you know where she went?”

“She asked where Pat was. She’s probably talking about schedules.”

“Thanks man, I’ll catch you later.” Eric went running down the hall.

“I wouldn’t…” George hollered after him. “Your funeral,” George laughed as he walked down the hall to get another copy of this week’s script.

Eric found Ireland in Pat’s office getting directions to the section of the strip outside the Venetian that they would be shooting at later that day. He hung silently in the doorway for a moment before offering, “I could drive you there if you want.”

Ireland didn’t even look up. “You know, it’s going to be REALLY hard to shoot the episodes if you can’t get within 500 yards of me.”

“C’mon, truce. I’m just offering a ride. No strings, no favors, heck you don’t even have to talk to me on the way to the set if you don’t feel like it.” He bent down beside her and batted his eyebrows at her.

“The no talking I can agree to.” She grabbed the papers Pat handed her and brushed past him. “Bye Pat. See you on set.”

“Bye Sweetie.” Pat looked up from her desk towards Eric. “You be careful. She will eat you alive.”

“I look forward to it.” Eric jogged to catch up with Ireland who was already out the front doors.
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