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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
We all head together into the main area of the dorms. I sit on the couch next to Gail and Gina, while Taylor, Red, and Bella sit in the armchairs across from the sofa.
"This fucking suuuucks..." Gina puts her head in her hands, her cropped black hair falling down over her fingers.
Bella smacks her lips. "The meat station is what 'sucked' today. I'm voting for Taylor and Gail. I mean, come on, Gail didn't even check the oven temp before she stuck the wellingtons inside."
I lean forward towards Bella. "You forgot to stir your spinach, which I'd consider an equally rookie mistake."
She huffs. "Yeah, but at least I didn't force anyone to re-make any food, now did I?"
"You just got lucky with being on garnish, it's easy to resolve any problems you might have," Gail says, her fingers digging into the couch.
"Sure, that's true, but it's also easy to check the damn temp of an oven," Bella retorts haughtily.
Taylor pulls off the bandana that had been holding back her curls and speaks up, "I'm going to vote for Gail and Bella. Gail because she didn't check the temp on the oven and Bella because not burning spinach is about the easiest thing we do in that kitchen. Sorry, Gail," she adds.
Gail shakes her head. "Just because you weren't in charge of the oven doesn't mean that you should have sent up that dry wellington. I'm voting Taylor and Bella."
I place my hands in my lap and lean my head back, sighing.
"What do you think, (Y/N)? Have you decided your votes?" Gina asks, peering at me.
"Yeah..." I say as I sit up in the seat, "I have. I vote for Gail and Bella, for the same reasons that Taylor stated."
Bella whines, "You guys always try to up me for every little thing! It's such blatant favoritism! You just don't want to up your 'best friend'." Bella glares hatefully at me, then flicks her gaze to Taylor, who doesn't make eye contact with either of us.
"I can't say that she's not my friend but Taylor wasn't the one to make the big fumble on the meat station that held us all back. The oven was Gail's responsibility. Like the spinach was yours, and you failed," I respond.
Gina mumbles to herself for a moment before she finally raises her head from her hands.
"I'm going to have to go for the meat station. Taylor and Gail. Both of you should be responsible for the oven."
Red- who has been sitting quietly this whole discussion- finally perks up as we turn to her, all of us realizing at the same moment that she is going to need to break the tie between Bella and Taylor.
She silently sweeps her eyes between Taylor and Bella before she breaths deeply.
"I'm so sorry, but I have to vote for Gail and Bella. I can't blame Taylor for trusting Gail."
Bella pushes herself up out of the armchair and stomps into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Shortly afterward, we all can hear the muffled sound of screaming. Did she just go in there to scream into a pillow?
Well, at least she's taking steps to not viciously attack people she is mad at. Maybe she's learned one thing during her time at Hell's Kitchen.
The phone rings and Red answers it. She then tells us all to head downstairs for elimination.
Bella doesn't leave the dorm bedroom, so Red goes to the door and knocks. After a minute, a puffy-eyed Bella opens the door and sniffles as she pushes past Red in the doorway and heads down the stairs.
When we all arrive, the boys are sitting in a booth to the side while Gordon stands at the front, his hands clasped in front of him.
"Ladies, have we come to a decision?" he questions.
"Yes, Chef," we respond.
"Good. (Y/N), your first nomination and why, please," he asks me.
"Uh, Chef," I start somewhat nervously, feeling everyone's eyes on me, "we decided our first nominee is Gail. She should have checked the oven before she put the wellingtons in, and she should have definitely checked them before she put them up at the pass. That really stalled us in the kitchen today."
"Right, Mary, your second nominee and why?" he turns to her.
Red clears her throat. "Chef, our second nominee is Bella. Stirring spinach isn't difficult and burning it can only be a sign of negligence."
Gordon nods. "OK. Bella and Gail, step forward please."
The two women step forward into the spotlight. Gail looks poised as ever, while Bella's shoulders are shaking as she represses sobs.
"Gail, please tell me why you deserve to stay in Hell's Kitchen," he asks.
"Chef, I've come here to win. It was a bad blunder to not turn the oven to the proper temp, but I promise that isn't what you can expect out of me."
"Well, what can I expect out of you then, Gail?" he cocks his head.
"Excellence, Chef. I'm not going to lose like this." She stands even taller and holds her shoulders back.
"Bella, please tell me why you deserve to stay in Hell's Kitchen." Chef looks to her.
"C-C-Chef... I know I messed up badly on the spinach b-but it didn't hinder ANYONE. I fixed it in t-t-two minutes! Gail's problem m-made everyone have to restart! I-I've NEVER failed that badly!" her whole back shakes with sobs as she pleads her case to him.
"Please for the love of God, pull yourself together Bella..." Gordon pinches the bridge of his nose and exhales heavily.
Bella bites her lower lip and wipes her tears off on the sleeve of her jacket.
Gordon flits his eyes between each of the two women in front of him. I silently cross my fingers, hoping that this is Bella's time.
"Bella..." Gordon starts.
She whimpers.
"Get back in line."
Bella joyously hops in the air then runs back to the rest of us. Red audibly gasps and begins to sniffle, holding up one sleeve-covered hand to hide her face.
"This is your last fucking chance, Bella. I'm not going to see you up here again, is that clear?" Gordon shouts to her.
"Yes, Chef! Thank you!" she beams, all evidence of her crying just a moment before is completely wiped from her face. What an actress.
"I'm sorry Gail, but your time in Hell's Kitchen is over. You have to check your station meticulously every day so things like this don't happen. The whole of service depends on it."
Gail bows her head while she removes her jacket and steps towards Ramsay. She hands him her jacket and turns to leave, but he stops her with a hand on her shoulder.
"Gail, I want you to know you are an incredibly strong woman. You've improved greatly since coming here and I'm confident that you have great things in your future. Thank you for your efforts," Ramsay says sincerely.
"Thank you, Chef." She nods to him, then goes to the door and looks back at us one last time.
We wave to her, Red peeks out from behind her hand and joins us in saying our goodbyes.
The door closes on Gail and we all stand there silently, waiting for Chef Ramsay to speak.
Gordon turns back to us, a steely expression on his face.
"After the abysmal service we've had today, Hell's Kitchen will be closed tomorrow."
All of the red team looks to each other, our eyes wide.
"Because tomorrow is the Fourth of July!" Gordon's face lights up with a wide smile.
The red team immediately relaxes. I had not realized it was that close to a holiday. There is always so much going on in Hell's Kitchen that I haven't had time to even think about what day it is- aside from pining for Sunday to arrive, of course.
"We're going to spend the whole day relaxing, then at night I've got a surprise for you all." He rubs his hands together, looking at each of us.
"But until then, you are still the losers, red team. Please clean up the kitchens and then get ready for bed. Blue team, good work, go on to sleep." He waves us all off with a smile, locking eyes with mine for a moment before he turns away to head back to his office.
I wonder what specifically he's planning on surprising us with as I ascend the stairs to the dorms.
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