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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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“So, you like the managers you hooked up with at IMTA?” Eric looked over at Ireland. She didn’t look up. “Are you having any luck finding a house?”

“I thought you said you wouldn’t talk.”

“No, I believe what I said was you don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want.”

“Well I don’t particularly want to talk.” Ireland adjusted her seatbelt. Damn SUV’s weren’t made for people under 6’0 tall.

“Will you listen?” He watched her for a response.

“You’re the one who keeps shoving you foot in your mouth. If you’d like to attempt swallowing your whole leg, go right ahead and talk.”

“Why do you not like me?”

“Despite the opinions I formed in L.A. you’re apparently an…”

“Arrogant fuckhead,” he finished for her. “Yeah, I think we’ve covered that. I apologized.”

“You apologized because you got yelled at. You didn’t actually apologize because you were sorry.” Ireland held her stomach as it grumbled.

Eric pretended he didn’t hear but made a quick right.

“Hey, this isn’t the way to the set,” she flashed the directions Pat had printed her.

“No, it’s the way to my favorite deli. I’m hungry and we’ve got time.” He pulled into a tiny parking lot about a block away and shut off the car. “Coming?”

Ireland got out and went in. “What the hell.” She looked over at the menu and just barely heard the end of Eric’s order.

“And a roast turkey with cheddar cheese on sourdough, light mayo and lettuce. The really green stuff.”

“Woah, did we not have this conversation earlier? I don’t want you to buy me food.”

Eric handed the sandwich to her. “Well you don’t have to want me to buy it for you. I did. I did it to be nice. If you want to throw it away and buy your own then have it your own damn way.” He left her standing there and sat down at a table near the wall. Ireland sat down across from him and started eating. “Why do you have such a problem with people buying you food?”

“I just don’t like people buying me stuff. I was poor for a long time and I had to borrow from a lot of people just to live, and I don’t like taking things from people anymore.” She took another bite of her sandwich. “Thanks.”

They finished their sandwiches and walked back to the car. Neither of them spoke until they were back on the road to the set.

He’s kinda cute when he’s mad…woah. What the hell are you thinking? Don’t go there, Ire. Just don’t go there. Ireland was so deeply in thought that she didn’t make a move to get out when Eric pulled up to where they were taping the scene. He reached over and tapped her shoulder and she nearly jumped through the roof.

“Shit! Gimme a minute to pick my skeleton out of the ceiling.” She grabbed her script and hopped out of the car.

“Hey, you’re both still alive. Nice to see. Where have you guys been?” George jogged up to them and tossed his arm around Ireland’s shoulders.

She shook her soda cup at him. “Deli on…uh…well it was that way.” She pointed back in the general direction from which they had come.

“Barucci’s just off Freemont Street.” Eric tossed a bag at George and walked towards the make-up tent.

“Didn’t bit his head off again, did you?” George nibbled on the chips Eric gave him and walked Ireland toward the hotel where she would be starting the scene.

“No.” Ireland thought about how Eric had remembered what sandwich she ordered and smiled. “No, I didn’t.” The director cut off their path and handed them a slightly new version of the script. “I have to throw him a roll of garbage bags and look like we’ve been doing it since before we were born. Nice.”

“They put weird shit in the scripts sometimes. I’ll grab Eric so you guys can practice. Go get dressed.” George trotted off toward the make-up tent.

A production assistant lined up 6 or 7 rolls of garbage bags and Ireland and Eric practiced the scripted toss until they looked like they’d known each others movements for years. The director called places and people ran around the set, touching up make-up, straightening hair and then ran off so they could shoot. Ireland waited in a semi-trance until she heard ACTION!

“Ha ha ha…Oh Jen I’m so glad you could meet me. I missed you so much!” Ireland hugged the other actor who was playing her friend.

“We missed you. Mom wants you to come to dinner some time this week so we can all catch up…oh my God.” The actor pointed in the direction of the “CSI” Denali, and at Eric, George and William. “Isn’t that Greg? Your buddy from college?”

“Yeah, I didn’t know he was in…” The thunderbolt cracked right on cue and Ireland looked up. “Oh God, they’re about to lose their scene. Jen stay here.” Ireland ran to the valet desk and the extra handed her a large roll of black garbage bags. She ran towards the crime tape and started screaming. “GREG!”

“So you saw a white or silver SUV pull up, hit the girl, shoot her through the window and speed off?” Eric and the rest of the group looked up when they heard the footsteps and yelling.

Ireland screamed as she ran right past the “uniformed officers” flashing her CSI ID badge. “CSI Conley from Washington state. MOVE! Greg you’re 30 seconds from losing your scene!” Eric dropped his notebook and caught the roll of garbage bags just like they’d practiced. Eric and Ireland landed on their asses on sidewalk. Right on cue, 7 seconds after they’d covered the area, the created rain poured down on the street. William came running up to the crime tape.

“Greg, please introduce me to the person who just saved our crime scene.” Ireland got off the ground, dusted herself off and shook his hand.

“CSI Ire Conley, sir. I’ve lived in the Pacific North West for the past few years, so I have a knack for knowing when clouds are going to dump rain.”

“That doesn’t tell me how you and Greg covered up our crime scene like a couple of trained circus performers.”

“Well, Greg and I, uh…”

“We went to college together, Grissom.” Eric stepped up behind her.

“Conley…don’t I have an interview with you in the morning?” William looked down at the clip board he was carrying.

“Yes, sir. Seven sharp.”

“Well Greg, take your friend here back to the lab. We’re going to need samples of her hair and DNA to rule out any we find on the scene.” He walked a few steps away and then turned back around. “Oh and don’t forget we need a pint of blood from all new employees.”

“I’m hired?! But you haven’t even interviewed me yet.”

“Yes I did. Your on the job interview ended the moment you saved my scene. And you obviously work well in team situations, your résumé is excellent; I couldn’t think of anyone better qualified for the job and we could certainly benefit from your computers skills. Greg can help you get squared away back at the lab.”

Ireland waited until William was turned around completely and pumped her fist in the air. She turned around and hugged Eric. What the camera didn’t catch was when she whispered into his ear. “I’m sorry.” She painted the smile back on her face and when he released her continued with her line. “Back to the lab, Pinky!”

“Right, Brain!” Eric laid his arm around her shoulders. Something that wasn’t in the script.

“CUT!” The director ran out and nearly knocked over Ireland when he hugged her. “That was amazing! I don’t know how you did it in one take, but you did! You two have great chemistry. The viewers are going to love it!” He ran, raving to tell everyone to clean up and get back to the lab sets.

“That was pretty great. It was a really complicated scene. I can’t believe we pulled it off in one take either.” Eric leaned against the hood of the Denali and patted for her to lean against the empty spot next to him.

“Yeah. We rock.” Ireland leaned against the car and put her hand in the air. Eric gave her a high five. “So…”

“My sentiments exactly,” Eric smiled at her. “I’m sorry too. Can we chalk it up to a bad joke and nerves?”

“Done,” They just stood leaning on the car for a moment. “God it’s hot out here. You bought me lunch, I buy you ice cream?”

“I think I could live through the pain of letting a girl buy me ice cream.” He laughed and threw his arm around her shoulders as they walked away from the set “I’m not really that bad of a kisser am I?”

Ireland blushed a deep red. “Well, um, I uh, no, I guess, not really…”

“It’s ok. Just wanted to know if I should go home and practice on my pillow or something.” He poked her in the ribs.

“Oh Jebus Cheestus.” Ireland laughed.

“Jebus Chreestus?” Eric raised an eyebrow at her.

“Just…don’t ask. I have strange friends. So, ice cream?”

“Well, we could hit Baskin Robins’ or...” He smiled.

“Or what?”

“There’s a Gelato stand...”

“I love Gelato! I haven’t had any Gelato since I went to Europe.” Ireland pretended her hand was a gun and pointed it at Eric’s head. “Take me to the Gelato and nobody gets hurt.” She laughed and they went in to the Canal Shops at the Venetian in search of the Gelato stand.
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