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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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Friday, July 5th, 2013
The blue team arrives back in the kitchens at the same moment that Chef Ramsay emerges from his office and approaches the head of the kitchen.
"Everyone ready for a fantastic service?" he shouts into the kitchens.
"Yes, Chef!" we respond heartily.
"Excellent! Jean-Philippe, please do me the honor of opening Hell's Kitchen."
Jean-Philippe responds with a quick, "Oui, Chef," before heading for the doors and letting in a stream of hungry, well-dressed customers.
All of us stand at our stations. Today I've been assigned to appetizers with Bella, the ever-persistent pain in my neck. Gina is on fish, Red is on meats and Taylor is on garnishes.
"First ticket, right? Let's get this off to a good start! Three covers, table thirty-two; two crab cake and one Caesar salad!"
"Heard!" Bella shouts, drowning out my own 'heard' with her obnoxiously loud response.
I get to work on the crab cakes while Bella prepares the Caesar salad. Since the appetizer station is close to the wall that separates the red kitchen from the blue kitchen, I can see some of what's going on with the blue team while I wait for my crab cakes to crisp up in the deep fryer.
So far it seems like everyone is doing a decent job in both kitchens. Bella and I send up the first table's appetizers with no issues and Gordon sends out our food with a polite, "Service, please."
While in the middle of cooking our fifth table of appetizers, I watch Garrett work on his Caesar salads out of the corner of my eye. He's sloppily chopping the lettuce, and his poor knife skills have come back to bite him- literally. He nicks his finger pretty badly. I can see him hiss through his teeth before he shakes his hand through the air and sends blood flying. I watch in what feels like slow motion as a few droplets of blood are flung into the deep fryer. My eyes go wide. Surely he'll say something?
But though Garrett had watched his blood contaminate the deep fryer, he doesn't make a peep about it. Gordon is too busy helping someone else on the blue team with how to properly take scallops out of the pan to notice. I watch in horror as Garrett takes out the crab cakes and goes to bring them to the pass. Gordon leaves the blue kitchen's fish station and heads to the pass to plate the crab cakes.
"Stop!" I shout. Gordon turns to me with a concerned look on his face.
"Yes, (Y/N)?" he asks.
I abandon my station, leaving it in the hands of Bella, and rush up to the pass to stand next to Chef Ramsay. He dips his shoulder to me and I put a hand on his arm so that I can reach his ear.
"Garrett cut himself and I saw the blood land in the deep fryer. He saw it too and didn't say anything. Those crab cakes are cooked in blood," I whisper. Immediately, I feel Gordon's face begin to emit heat and his skin flushes with a deep crimson color. I draw away from him and take a step back.
"GARRET!!!" Chef Ramsay bellows.
"Y-yeah, Chef?" Garrett looks up from his station, his eyebrows pulled together over his worried brown eyes.
"Get your ASS over here you fucking nasty, sickening cunt," Gordon spits.
Garrett grabs a towel and holds it over his hand as he approaches the pass.
"Did you really get fucking BLOOD in my deep fryer and not tell me about it?" Gordon fumes, crossing his arms over his chest, most likely to prevent himself from lashing out and beating Garrett to a pulp.
Though Garrett is a few inches taller than Ramsay, he looks as small as a mouse as he musters up the courage to respond, "No, Chef, I didn't notice that happen..." he mutters, refusing to make eye contact with Ramsay.
"If there's one thing I can't stand, it's dirty fucking liars. (Y/N) saw you cut yourself, she saw you watch the blood fall into the deep fryer and she had to take the initiative to tell me what you'd done. If she hadn't said anything, I could have served the customers your Goddamned body fluids! Unbelievable! Never in my life has anyone done something like this! In Hell's Kitchen or otherwise!" Gordon clenches his arms, his veins bulging forth from sheer anger.
Garrett looks down at the ground and messes with the towel between his fingers.
"Get your grimy, disgusting, bio-hazardous fucking shit self out of my fucking restaurant right now, or I can promise you you'll have much worse injuries than a cut on your hand," Gordon seethes, his eyes burning holes into the top of Garrett's bowed head.
Garrett continues to twiddle with the towel, a red blotch appearing on the fabric.
"Are you deaf as well as blind and stupid? Get the fuck out of here before I get security to drag you out by your ears. I swear to God I'll do it," Ramsay leans in towards Garrett, his face red as a beet and a muscle in his jaw twitching. I don't doubt his threat for a moment and it seems Garrett doesn't either. He quickly rushes past Chef Ramsay and through the glass door that leads into the dining area. I watch him disappear through the dining room, John-Philippe chasing after him.
John-Philippe returns just a few moments later with Garrett's blue jacket held in one hand.
"Thank you for telling me, my darling," Gordon says as his skin begins to fade to its normal hue. He gives me a genuine look of appreciation.
"Of course, Chef. I can't believe he did that," I say as I shake my head.
Gordon puts a hand on my shoulder. "Would you mind doing the rest of the blue kitchen's crab cakes, please? We'll have to dismantle and thoroughly clean their fryer and I don't want to take crab cakes off the menu."
"No problem, Chef." I nod. He squeezes my shoulder appreciatively before turning back to the pass.
Bella steps back from my crab cakes when I get closer and gives me a questioning look.
"What was that all about?" she asks.
"Garrett completely ruined the deep fryer, so now I have to do the blue team's crab cakes as well as ours," I shrug.
She flips her hair over her shoulder.
"I knew that guy was an idiot," she says before turning back to her salads.
Amazingly, we work together and finish sending out the rest of the appetizers. Gina has an overcooked fish and Red sends up a rare steak but other than that, the rest of service goes smoothly.
"Shut it down and line up, everyone," Gordon announces from the front.
We obey and soon we're lined up in typical fashion.
Gordon pinches the bridge of his nose before taking a step forward.
"If any of you didn't hear what happened earlier on in the service, Garrett got his blood into the deep fryer. Thankfully, (Y/N) took over doing both team's crab cake orders, or we would have been screwed. Garrett will not be with us any longer. His negligence had the potential for a catastrophic lawsuit that could have spelled the end of Hell's Kitchen entirely had (Y/N) not seen him. In the light of that absolute disaster, the blue team are the losers tonight."
Gordon trails his eyes over the blue team.
"But don't worry about an elimination. Just clean the fucking kitchens, alright? I'm so worn out from today I swear I can't stand here a minute longer. Go on and get to cleaning. Red team, thank you for your work today. Now piss off, all of you." Gordon dismisses us and turns away, pinching the bridge of his nose again, showing typical signs of a massive headache.
As I head back to the dorms, I find myself wishing I could hold Gordon and soothingly run my fingers along his back. He wasn't lying about needing someone. I can't imagine how difficult it must be to run an entire restaurant with the high standards he holds us to and not end every day with a headache.
Red pats me on the arm and gives me a smile when I turn towards her.
"Nice work spotting Garrett mess up like that. I owe you!" she happily giggles then does a twirl down the hallway. Her joy perks me right up as I follow her towards the stairs to the dorms, her red curls leading the way.
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