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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, July 3rd, 2013
As soon as we exit the limo, Jean-Phillipe ushers us inside.
"Quickly! Come on now, service starts in fifteen minutes! Go get dressed!" he shouts.
We all rush through the kitchen, past the men and Kalyani finishing up prep. When I make it to the dorms I run to the bathroom, change out of my dress and into my jacket then sprint back down the stairs with everyone else.
I settle into my station, waving Garrett away so I can check the prep and be sure everything is in place. All of the fish cuts are accounted for, thankfully. Red, my partner on the fish station, slides up next to me and smiles.
Bella is solo on garnishes today, Taylor and Gail are on meats and Gina is by herself on appetizers.
Gordon approaches the head of the kitchen. "Is everything ready?" he asks.
"Yes Chef!" we respond.
"Good, Jean-Phillipe?" he shouts into the dining area.
"Yes, Chef?" Jean-Phillipe looks up from where he had been straightening out utensils.
"Please open Hell's Kitchen."
Jean-Phillipe nods and rushes to the doors, letting in a stream of hungry customers.
The first ticket comes in.
"Three scallops, two risotto!"
"Yes, Chef!" we reply.
Ahh, scallops, my old friend. I know I have the magic touch when it comes to this particular item, so Red agrees to have me make two orders while she handles one.
I bring up both of our trays and slide them beside Ramsay.
"Here you are, Chef."
I turn to walk back to my station but Chef Ramsay calls me back.
"Touch this scallop. Tell me what you feel," he asks.
I touch the scallop and immediately I can tell it's rubbery.
"Overcooked, Chef." I drop my head.
"Go remake it and this time check everything your partner does. You are the last line of defense at your station before your dishes come to me. Otherwise, you'll be down a teammate come tonight."
"It won't happen again, Chef." I look over to Red, who's oblivious to what Ramsay just told me. I definitely don't want her sent home. I head back to my station and pull a few more scallops out.
"Was there something wrong with the ones we sent?" she asks.
"Yeah, one of the orders was overcooked, "I respond, sparing her the fact that it was hers rather than mine that was the issue. She wipes sweat from her forehead with the arm of her jacket as she starts the oil for the scallops in a pan.
Once the scallops are re-fired, I bring them up to Chef. This time he sends them right out to the table without hesitation.
More apps come and go and we stay ahead of the curve. We make it to entrees without another hitch.
The blue team also seems to be doing well, aside from one overly salty risotto they make it to entrees at around the same time we do.
"Two wellingtons, two salmon, one cod!" Ramsay calls out.
"Heard!" we respond.
Red and I start on our fish as the meats are fired, keeping time with everyone else. It all seems to be going quite well, that is until the meats make it to the window following our fish.
"What is this shit?" Ramsay pulls apart a wellington to reveal a grey, dry inside.
"Who tried to serve me this dry, nasty wellington?" He turns sharply towards the kitchen, glaring at the meat station.
"Sorry Chef!" Taylor and Gail apologize.
"Well? Do you have any extras?" He pries.
Taylor slices open each wellington, only to reveal that they are all overcooked. She sighs heavily before responding, "No, Chef. They're all overdone."
Gordon flings one half of the dry wellington into the ground.
"Oh come ON!" he groans, "how much longer do you need?"
"Twelve minutes, Chef," Gail calls out. "The oven was turned up too high and I didn't notice. I apologize."
Gordon rubs his temples with his fingers.
"No no no no..." he closes his eyes and slumps against the pass.
"You all were doing so well and now we've just fallen flat. Fucking hurry up then, meat station! Remake your fish, (Y/N) and Mary," he adds, pushing himself off the pass and turning towards the blue kitchen.
We fire our fish once more. I am sad to see the perfectly cooked fish we'd made earlier just go to waste. So much perfect food is wasted when a single thing falls behind. It really genuinely bothers me.
"What the fucking fuck is this shit now?!" Gordon shouts menacingly at the blue kitchen, holding a plate with salmon on it. "This fish is raw, sashimi level raw. I cannot understand how you can't tell the difference between raw and cooked!"
Dave's voice cuts in, "Chef, I'm sorry I didn't check that salmon! I trusted my teammate's opinion!"
"What? Who did you ask the opinion of? Last I checked, no one on the blue team is blind!" he growls.
"I asked Garrett, Chef," Dave responds.
"Well, Garrett isn't on your fucking station, is he? Is it garnish's fault when fish fails?" Gordon asks, jutting his neck forward.
"N-no Chef..." Dave gulps.
"Fucking do it again then Dave, and don't bother to ask anyone else for their opinion. If you can't tell the difference on your own, you don't belong in my kitchen," he demands.
"Of course, Chef." Dave clangs some pans together as he gets on re-making his salmon.
We finally make it to our last ticket, and Bella brings up her garnish to the pass.
Chef Ramsay grabs the pot and lifts the spinach up with his fork, grimacing.
"This spinach is overcooked. It's brown on the bottom. Did you forget to stir, Bella?" he says as he continues to hold up the nasty looking brown spinach.
"Uh, yeah Chef, I must've missed scraping the bottom," she replies.
"Disgusting, Bella. Fix it quickly so we don't have to re-make the entire ticket." He then turns to the blue kitchen and plates their food, sending it out. He then claps his hands together.
"Well done, blue team, you've managed to complete service. Go on and switch off." He doesn't sound very happy however and turns back to the red team to wait on Bella.
Finally, Bella brings up her re-made garnish and our dishes are sent out.
Once all the customers leave, we line up to hear Gordon's verdict.
"A pretty shit service if I'm being honest, from both teams. However, there was one team who managed to suck slightly less..." He shrugs his shoulders then nods his head towards the blue team. "Congrats, I guess, blue team. You've just barely pulled in to a win, but I'm not happy about your performance at all."
The blue team, who would normally be congratulating themselves and high-fiving at this point, all look solemnly towards Gordon.
"Now, red team. Please carefully deliberate on two chefs to be up for elimination tonight. I'll call you down in a bit. Piss off." He flicks his wrist towards the stairs and we all comply, heading upstairs together.
This is going to be the hardest elimination I've had to deal with so far.
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