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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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Tuesday, June 25th, 2013
Everyone in the dorms starts waking up around 6am or so. We have some time for ourselves, so we all spend it further studying the recipe booklet.
Well, almost all of us. Bella is spending as much time as she can trying to cozy up to the men on the blue team. It is easy for her to get their attention and she holds it as long as she can. I'm fairly certain she is either being stupid and sabotaging herself, or she'd studied hard enough last night and is attempting to distract the men so they can't study. Either way, it isn't hurting anyone on the red team but her potentially, so I am not bothered.
After the hour of study and breakfast that we had to prepare for ourselves, Sous Chefs Scott and Christina come upstairs to greet us. I recognize Christina as last season's winner. It is pretty amazing to see her here as one of Chef Ramsay's Sous chefs. I quietly hope that if I win, I will be able to assist Ramsay in the future just like Christina.
"I see everyone's wearing their jackets." Scott quickly glances about the room. "Good, because it's time that we all get to the kitchen and begin prep for tonight's dinner service! Come on everyone, follow Christina and me."
Scott turns on his heel and walks down the stairs. Now Cindy looks about ready to pounce. She leans into Gail and whispers loud enough for anyone who is paying attention to hear,
"Chef Scott has always been the sexiest man in Hell's Kitchen. What I wouldn't give to lick his bald head." she arches her eyebrows and starts laughing, which evolves into a coughing fit as we walk down the stairs.
Gail looks alarmed and a bit put off, but otherwise doesn't respond. Kalyani, on the other hand, had heard what Cindy said and almost cartoonishly reels backward to put herself much further back in line, as far away from Cindy as she can get.
We file into the kitchens, the women lining up wearing their new red chef jackets while the men line up in their kitchen on the opposite side. Ramsay is waiting for us at the head of the kitchens and nods his head in greeting.
"Good morning everyone, today we'll be prepping for our first dinner service of this season. I have high hopes for you all, please oh please do NOT let me down. I have a gift for you all,"
He leans down and pulls out a box filled with thin black packages.
"Here are your new knife sets. They are quite sharp, so please be careful, right?" Ramsay passes each set-out and we all pass the kits down the line until everyone has received one.
Giddily, I take the knife set and open it, examining the perfect blades inside. A beautiful set given to me by Chef Ramsay himself. I'll treasure them for as long as I live.
"Alright now that that's sorted, we have a lot of prep for this dinner service. Please be quick. Service is starting at 5:00 pm tonight. I'll leave you to it." Ramsay nods curtly, then turns and heads back into his office. I wonder what he'll be doing in there for the next ten hours before dinner service, but I don't get much time to think about it before Sous Chef Christina hurries the red team along.
"Come on girls, you don't want to lose the first dinner service, that'd set you all off on the wrong foot for sure and Ramsay doesn't forget things like that," she leans in a bit, "and I have a hundred-dollar bet with Scott that you all win. So please don't make me regret it." She grins at us and then proceeds to shoo us along.
The majority of us seem confident in our prep, though there were some missteps, everyone helps each other along and we make it through prep with no big issues.
The blue team fared much worse. I could hear occasional cursing coming from their side of the kitchen. Maybe Bella really was sabotaging them for us this morning?

The fastest 10 hours of my life so far pass in the blink of an eye. Chef Ramsay flits down the stairs and approaches the head of the kitchen as quiet as a cat. I'm not sure anyone but myself sees him standing there, in fact. He notices me looking at him and gives a small wink with the hint of a smile. I feel myself return the smile before I can even think about it.
Then he claps his hands together, startling many of the chefs from both teams.
"Let's go ladies and gentlemen, line up please. Come on, hurry now!" He claps once more.
"Right, I hope you all are ready for tonight. It's going to be a tough day but I expect excellence. Show me you deserve that expectation. So, blue team. Garrett. What are our entree meals for this service?" Ramsay poised, watching Garrett expectantly.
Garrett winces and looks across the room at Ramsay helplessly, partially shrugging his shoulders.
"What, Garrett, did you not study? What have you been prepping all this time? Come on big boy I expect so much more out of you," he pinches the bridge of his nose then sighs, "take your recipe book back upstairs and study and don't come back down until you can recite the entire menu PERFECTLY. Do I make myself clear?" Ramsay barks.
Garrett nods profusely, grabs his recipe book and launches himself up the stairs. Many of the blue team members shake their heads and sigh.
"Can any of you name the entrees for tonight?" Ramsay asks the blue team somewhat hopelessly.
"Chef, it's filet of beef, rack of lamb, crispy skin salmon and miso glazed cod," Pietro's commanding voice booms from the very back of the blue kitchen lineup.
"Very well done, Pietro. Thank you. I expect you all won't forget this now." Chef Ramsay turns away from the kitchen and towards his maitre d', who'd only just arrived behind Ramsay.
"Jean-Philippe, please open Hell's Kitchen." he nods towards Jean-Philippe, who returns the nod and makes his way elegantly towards the doors.
Customers begin to file in, quickly filling Hell's Kitchen to full capacity. This will be my first service serving an entirely full dining room. Usually, the restaurants I worked with didn't have half the reputation of Hell's Kitchen and thus had a much more lax dinner service. I know there will be no time for rest and that everything has to be absolutely perfect. Anxiety claws at me but I push it down, there is no way I'll fail Ramsay. Especially not after I'd told him to his face that I wouldn't.
Bella and Cindy are assigned to the appetizer station. Up next, Gina and Red at the fish station. Taylor and Kalyani are on garnish.
I am assigned to the meat station with Gail, eager to show off my skills. I feel especially blessed having had a personal cooking lesson in steaks from Ramsay just the day before I am expected to cook meats perfectly. Nothing is going to keep me from perfection today.
The red team's waiter arrives with a ticket quickly.
" Four pan seared scallops and two lobster risotto, please," Ramsay calls out to us.
"Yes, Chef!" comes the resounding response from the kitchen.
Bella immediately drops the noodles for the risotto, while Cindy gets right on to cooking scallops. Those of us at other stations can't help but watch in anticipation for them to finish.
Suddenly, Ramsay cuts in angrily. "What are you doing, Cindy? You've started the scallops already? They take four minutes to cook and lobster risotto takes eighteen! You're already wasting food and we haven't even served the first table!"
Cindy apologizes and removes the scallops from the heat, leaving them in the pan. Ramsay walks over briskly then turns the pan over into the garbage bin.
"These will never cook properly now that you've started them fourteen minutes early. Get a grip," he growls at Cindy then walks back over to the blue kitchen to call out their ticket.
His growl was very, very nice. I couldn't stop myself from imagining what other noises he might make that would sound so feral and... there I go again. I sigh as I attempt to pull my mind away from those thoughts once more.
Finally, appetizers managed to cook and go up to the pass. Ramsay inspects them and turns around with a hugely disappointed look on his face.
"These scallops are raw, Cindy. You started them too early and now you're starting them too late. Everything will have to be re-done. Good God Cindy you're hampering your whole team. Will someone help her?" he asks of us.
Quickly I volunteer.
"Yes Chef, I can cook the scallops."
"Great, I know you know how to cook them. Please explain to Cindy what she's doing wrong." He nods to me then turns back to the blue kitchen. I make my way over to the appetizers where Cindy is looking incredibly flustered.
"I don't know why I sent those up. I'm so nervous I'll get eliminated. Please teach me, (Y/N)..." she whispers under her breath. I pat her back and then begin explaining exactly what she should do.
Finally, appetizers are ready once more. I bring up our new batch of scallops to the pass and slide them next to Ramsay. He turns to the plate and touches the scallops, then lifts up the plate and carries it to the front of the red kitchen.
"(Y/N)?" he asks.
"Yes, Chef?" I respond, a bit nervous.
"They look beautiful. Spectacular job. Hopefully, Cindy learned from you and can handle her own station now, because I need you on meats," he compliments me, then plates the scallops.
I'm on cloud nine as I head back to the meat station. The rest of the dinner service passes in a blur of filet of beef and rack of lamb. Not one of my dishes are sent back, and neither are any of the dishes that Gail cooks.
Gina and Red seemed to have a bit of difficulty with cooking the skin of the salmon properly but quickly recovered. Garnishes went off without a hitch.
Amazingly, the red team manages to finish dinner service. The blue team doesn't fare as well, however. Their prep was wrong and they didn't have enough scallops to finish getting out appetizers.
At the end of dinner service, Ramsay asks both the kitchens to switch off. It seems the blue team have managed to hobble into a completed service with three of their members- Alex, Dave, and Shaun- having been kicked out of the kitchen.
"Well, it's quite obvious that the red team has pulled a win today. Congrats, red team and thank you for not absolutely tanking as the blue team has done. You all can go upstairs and relax until elimination time. On the other hand, the blue team, deliberate on the names of two people you don't want on your team anymore and then get back down here. Now get out of my sight." Ramsay waves his hand to dismiss us.
"Oh, and (Y/N)? He calls to me from the front of the kitchen. I turn around to face him while everyone else filters out of the room.
"Yes, Chef?" I inquire.
"Stellar job. Thank you for saving appetizers. Without you, your team wouldn't have even made it past the first table. Absolutely well done. I'm proud of you." He gives me a beaming smile then waves to me before turning around and heading back to his office.
Happily, I rejoin the rest of the red team, still floating on cloud nine.
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