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Title: Revelations
Author: _slytherin_girl
Fandom:CSI
Genre:RPS
Pairing: Eric and George
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The real reason why there are no pictures of Eric and George together at the People's Choice Awards.
A/N: This is my first RPS so I apologize for its crappiness. I’ve had it stuck in my head ever since the PCA’s. I tried not to write it, but alas, the plot bunny wouldn’t die, in fact it morphed. Whatever. Special thanks to viva_nova for her beta skills.
George hated this. He didn’t know how things had gotten so out of hand.
“What is it Georgie?” The high pitched female voice startled him from his thoughts.
George shuddered at the sound of her voice. God! What was I thinking taking her to the People’s Choice Awards? He thought to himself.
“I’m fine Tiffany,” George replied sounding tired.
“Then why aren’t we going to any of the after parties?” she whined. “You know I wanted to show you off and I though you might want to show me off.” She pouted slightly.
He half expected her to stomp her foot like a child. “Look,” George said, obviously irritated, “I’m not in the mood to go to a party, all right?”
“Oh c’mon Georgie!”
“No!” he shouted back, unable to hold on to what little control he had left. “And don’t call me Georgie!”
“Fine! You don’t want to celebrate? I’ll go on my own!” she screamed back.
“Good!” George said, suddenly calm as he sat down on the couch.
He watched Tiffany as she grumbled and grabbed her shoes, coat and purse. Tiffany was a tall blonde, lots of curves in all the right places. The type most guys would drool over, but not George. She was pretty, she just wasn’t his…type. No, George was more into thin, not so curvy, with short spiky hair and brown eyes, definitely brown eyes.
George sighed and ran his hands through or rather over, his practically non-existent hair. When he heard Tiffany slam the door behind her he sighed and looked around at nothing in particular. “What am I going to do?” he said to himself, “I just can’t live like this anymore.”
***
Eric was thoroughly confused. They had always gone as a group. Whoever was going to whichever awards show it was, went together. Except for Marg, she always went with her husband. This year was different though. Billy and Gary weren’t going, so he, George and Jorja had made plans to go together, but about two weeks before the People’s Choice Awards, George called him up and said that he had a date and that he wouldn’t be going with them. Eric was surprised, but George had his don’t ask voice firmly in place so Eric let it go. When he told Jorja, she didn’t seem nearly as surprised.
“Well, he has been acting weird lately.” Jorja had said. “I first noticed it when he turned down your invitation to check out that new video game you were going on about a few weeks back. He’s never turned down a new video game or you for that matter.”
That had struck Eric. He hadn’t thought about it before that conversation, but the more he considered it, the more he felt like George had been avoiding him. On the night of the show though, it became abundantly clear. George didn’t even look at him the whole night. The only time he had even gotten near his supposed best friend was when they were on stage and he couldn’t really talk to him then. Besides, he got the distinct impression that George was very uncomfortable being anywhere near him on that stage. Eric didn’t know what he did to piss George off, but it must have been massive.
“Hey! Earth to Eric! You okay?” Jorja’s voice cut into Eric’s thoughts.
“Sorry J.” Eric said looking up from his drink a little sheepishly.
They had gone to one of the many after parties to celebrate their win, but Eric wasn’t really in the mood to celebrate. George was supposed to be his best friend, and he missed him, more than he ever suspected he would.
“Did I lose you again?” Jorja sounded concerned, and just a little intoxicated.
“No Jorja, I’m here.” He didn’t try to keep the depression from his voice.
“Yeah, sure you are. C’mon Eric, it can’t be that bad. We’re supposed to be celebrating!”
“I know J. I’m sorry, I’ve just been feeling kinda down lately,” Eric replied, starring into his drink again.
“I noticed,” she said. After a moment, she continued, “Is this about George?”
“What?!” Eric’s head shot up, a look of disbelief on his face.
“I wouldn’t worry about it Eric,” she ignored his reaction and clapped him on the shoulder as she continued. “It’s obvious that he loves you to death, he’s probably just scared.”
“And you’re quite obviously drunk,” Eric said looking slightly like a deer in headlights.
Jorja just laughed, “I’m not that drunk and don’t tell me you never noticed the way he looks at you.”
“Oh yeah, you’re definitely three sheets to the wind because you can’t possibly know what you’re saying.” Eric chuckled a bit. “I mean, if he’s so in to me then why has he been totally ignoring me? And why did he have some gorgeous blonde on his arm tonight? Hmmm?” Eric shook his head, looking amused.
Jorja looked Eric straight in the eye, suddenly serious. “Because he’s scared. I’d bet everything I have that he realized how he really feels about you, got scared and ran. We both know he doesn’t deal well with real emotion. So, he avoids you like the plague and gets himself a beard.”
“A beard?”
“Yeah, you know when someone who’s gay has to go to a social function where they either can’t be or just aren’t out and they need a date so they bring someone of the opposite sex as a cover?” Jorja stopped for a second in contemplation, “Wow, I guess that makes me your beard. Strange.”
Eric sat there dumbfounded, unable to wrap his head around what Jorja was telling him.
“You really think he likes me?” he asked, feeling stunned and, though he didn’t acknowledge it, hopeful.
“Is the sky blue? Yes I think that. In fact, Marg and I were taking bets on whether or not you guys weren’t together already. You guys are always flirting, on and off camera and I swear there are more pictures of you two with your arms around each other than any couple I know.”
“We are not a couple!” Eric whispered at her, looking around to see if anyone was listening to their conversation.
“I know, but you should be.” She said with a smile.
“I, I think I need to go.” Eric stuttered as he quickly rose from the table and started to walk towards the exit. He suddenly stopped and turned back to Jorja looking a little confused, “Wait a second, did you say that you and Marg were betting on this?”
“Maybe,” she replied trying to look innocent, but failing miserably.
“You are so going to get it for that,” he replied, trying to hide a smirk before turning again and leaving.
***
Eric spent the better part of an hour pacing his living room and biting his nails after he got home from the party.
“He doesn’t like me,” Eric said to himself, a habit that only came around when he was nervous or excited. “Nah, we’re just friends and besides, he’s straight and it’s not like he doesn’t know I’m bi, everyone knows that so even if he was gay, he would’ve told me about it, right? Oh god, I’m babbling to myself. This cannot be good.”
Eric paced the room a bit more, mumbling and occasionally gesturing wildly while saying thinks like “It can’t be!” and “There’s no way!” until the sound of the phone ringing startled him out of his thoughts.
“Hello?” he answered the phone trying his best to sound calm.
“Hi, Eric? It’s George. Look, I know it’s late, but do you mind if I stop by for a bit? I have something I need to talk to you about.” George’s words came out all in a rush.
Eric was suddenly calm at the sound of George’s obvious nervousness. “Yeah, no problem.”
“Thanks, I’ll see you in 15.”
When he heard the sound of the dial tone, he looked at the receiver a little dumbfounded. “Maybe Jorja was right.”
***
George pulled up in Eric’s driveway and shut off the engine. I cannot believe I am doing this. he thought. This could go so horribly wrong. This could ruin our whole friendship. He sighed and gathered up his courage, I can’t think like that, I have to do this. I have to know.
George took a few deep breaths, opened his door and stepped out of the car. “Everything’s going to be fine” he whispered himself over and over again like a mantra as he walked up to Eric’s front door. He rang the doorbell and waited for what seemed like an eternity.
“Hi,” Eric greeted as he opened the door. “C’mon in.”
George smiled slightly and entered the house. It didn’t hit him until that moment how much he had missed Eric.
“Have a seat. Did you want a coffee or something?” Eric asked.
“Eric, it’s three in the morning, is there anytime you won’t drink coffee?” George jested lightly in an attempt to release the tension that filled the room and sat down on the couch.
“No,” Eric said matter-of-factly, “it’s always a good time for coffee.” Eric smiled and sat down next to George. Suddenly serious, Eric looked at George, “What’s wrong?”
George looked back at Eric, equally serious, “There’s nothing wrong.”
“Then why are you here, and why do I have the feeling that you’ve been ignoring me?”
“Because I was.” George replied quietly.
“And you don’t think there’s anything wrong when you’re avoiding your best friend for no reason?” Eric sounded just a little irritated.
George sighed, “I just had a few things I needed to work out.”
“Such as?” Eric didn’t sound as irritated, but he wasn’t about to let the subject drop at that.
George paused as if contemplating his next words. He looked down at his hands and sighed again. “Such as my feelings for you,” he whispered.
Eric looked at him, a little shocked. “Your feelings for me?” Eric repeated. Well I’ll be damned, Jorja was right. he thought to himself.
“Yeah,” George said. “It kinda just hit me one day that I like spending time with you more than anyone else and I guess one thought just lead to another…” He trailed off as he felt himself start to blush. George took another deep breath. “Look, I can’t pretend anymore that I like you only as a friend. When I first figured that out I was afraid, that’s why I’ve been avoiding you, but I realized something tonight at the awards show. I don’t want some blonde bimbo on my arm, I want you. It’s you that makes me happy and you I want to spend all my time with. Can you ever forgive me?” George kept his head down, not wanting to see Eric’s reaction.
“Hey,” Eric said, looking directly at George and placing his hand on George’s thigh. “Don’t worry, the feeling’s mutual.”
George looked at Eric quickly. He was greeted by one of Eric’s more dazzling lopsided smiles. “Really?” he could hardly believe what he just heard.
“Yeah, really,” Eric said as he leaned in and kissed George lightly.
Author: _slytherin_girl
Fandom:CSI
Genre:RPS
Pairing: Eric and George
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The real reason why there are no pictures of Eric and George together at the People's Choice Awards.
A/N: This is my first RPS so I apologize for its crappiness. I’ve had it stuck in my head ever since the PCA’s. I tried not to write it, but alas, the plot bunny wouldn’t die, in fact it morphed. Whatever. Special thanks to viva_nova for her beta skills.
George hated this. He didn’t know how things had gotten so out of hand.
“What is it Georgie?” The high pitched female voice startled him from his thoughts.
George shuddered at the sound of her voice. God! What was I thinking taking her to the People’s Choice Awards? He thought to himself.
“I’m fine Tiffany,” George replied sounding tired.
“Then why aren’t we going to any of the after parties?” she whined. “You know I wanted to show you off and I though you might want to show me off.” She pouted slightly.
He half expected her to stomp her foot like a child. “Look,” George said, obviously irritated, “I’m not in the mood to go to a party, all right?”
“Oh c’mon Georgie!”
“No!” he shouted back, unable to hold on to what little control he had left. “And don’t call me Georgie!”
“Fine! You don’t want to celebrate? I’ll go on my own!” she screamed back.
“Good!” George said, suddenly calm as he sat down on the couch.
He watched Tiffany as she grumbled and grabbed her shoes, coat and purse. Tiffany was a tall blonde, lots of curves in all the right places. The type most guys would drool over, but not George. She was pretty, she just wasn’t his…type. No, George was more into thin, not so curvy, with short spiky hair and brown eyes, definitely brown eyes.
George sighed and ran his hands through or rather over, his practically non-existent hair. When he heard Tiffany slam the door behind her he sighed and looked around at nothing in particular. “What am I going to do?” he said to himself, “I just can’t live like this anymore.”
***
Eric was thoroughly confused. They had always gone as a group. Whoever was going to whichever awards show it was, went together. Except for Marg, she always went with her husband. This year was different though. Billy and Gary weren’t going, so he, George and Jorja had made plans to go together, but about two weeks before the People’s Choice Awards, George called him up and said that he had a date and that he wouldn’t be going with them. Eric was surprised, but George had his don’t ask voice firmly in place so Eric let it go. When he told Jorja, she didn’t seem nearly as surprised.
“Well, he has been acting weird lately.” Jorja had said. “I first noticed it when he turned down your invitation to check out that new video game you were going on about a few weeks back. He’s never turned down a new video game or you for that matter.”
That had struck Eric. He hadn’t thought about it before that conversation, but the more he considered it, the more he felt like George had been avoiding him. On the night of the show though, it became abundantly clear. George didn’t even look at him the whole night. The only time he had even gotten near his supposed best friend was when they were on stage and he couldn’t really talk to him then. Besides, he got the distinct impression that George was very uncomfortable being anywhere near him on that stage. Eric didn’t know what he did to piss George off, but it must have been massive.
“Hey! Earth to Eric! You okay?” Jorja’s voice cut into Eric’s thoughts.
“Sorry J.” Eric said looking up from his drink a little sheepishly.
They had gone to one of the many after parties to celebrate their win, but Eric wasn’t really in the mood to celebrate. George was supposed to be his best friend, and he missed him, more than he ever suspected he would.
“Did I lose you again?” Jorja sounded concerned, and just a little intoxicated.
“No Jorja, I’m here.” He didn’t try to keep the depression from his voice.
“Yeah, sure you are. C’mon Eric, it can’t be that bad. We’re supposed to be celebrating!”
“I know J. I’m sorry, I’ve just been feeling kinda down lately,” Eric replied, starring into his drink again.
“I noticed,” she said. After a moment, she continued, “Is this about George?”
“What?!” Eric’s head shot up, a look of disbelief on his face.
“I wouldn’t worry about it Eric,” she ignored his reaction and clapped him on the shoulder as she continued. “It’s obvious that he loves you to death, he’s probably just scared.”
“And you’re quite obviously drunk,” Eric said looking slightly like a deer in headlights.
Jorja just laughed, “I’m not that drunk and don’t tell me you never noticed the way he looks at you.”
“Oh yeah, you’re definitely three sheets to the wind because you can’t possibly know what you’re saying.” Eric chuckled a bit. “I mean, if he’s so in to me then why has he been totally ignoring me? And why did he have some gorgeous blonde on his arm tonight? Hmmm?” Eric shook his head, looking amused.
Jorja looked Eric straight in the eye, suddenly serious. “Because he’s scared. I’d bet everything I have that he realized how he really feels about you, got scared and ran. We both know he doesn’t deal well with real emotion. So, he avoids you like the plague and gets himself a beard.”
“A beard?”
“Yeah, you know when someone who’s gay has to go to a social function where they either can’t be or just aren’t out and they need a date so they bring someone of the opposite sex as a cover?” Jorja stopped for a second in contemplation, “Wow, I guess that makes me your beard. Strange.”
Eric sat there dumbfounded, unable to wrap his head around what Jorja was telling him.
“You really think he likes me?” he asked, feeling stunned and, though he didn’t acknowledge it, hopeful.
“Is the sky blue? Yes I think that. In fact, Marg and I were taking bets on whether or not you guys weren’t together already. You guys are always flirting, on and off camera and I swear there are more pictures of you two with your arms around each other than any couple I know.”
“We are not a couple!” Eric whispered at her, looking around to see if anyone was listening to their conversation.
“I know, but you should be.” She said with a smile.
“I, I think I need to go.” Eric stuttered as he quickly rose from the table and started to walk towards the exit. He suddenly stopped and turned back to Jorja looking a little confused, “Wait a second, did you say that you and Marg were betting on this?”
“Maybe,” she replied trying to look innocent, but failing miserably.
“You are so going to get it for that,” he replied, trying to hide a smirk before turning again and leaving.
***
Eric spent the better part of an hour pacing his living room and biting his nails after he got home from the party.
“He doesn’t like me,” Eric said to himself, a habit that only came around when he was nervous or excited. “Nah, we’re just friends and besides, he’s straight and it’s not like he doesn’t know I’m bi, everyone knows that so even if he was gay, he would’ve told me about it, right? Oh god, I’m babbling to myself. This cannot be good.”
Eric paced the room a bit more, mumbling and occasionally gesturing wildly while saying thinks like “It can’t be!” and “There’s no way!” until the sound of the phone ringing startled him out of his thoughts.
“Hello?” he answered the phone trying his best to sound calm.
“Hi, Eric? It’s George. Look, I know it’s late, but do you mind if I stop by for a bit? I have something I need to talk to you about.” George’s words came out all in a rush.
Eric was suddenly calm at the sound of George’s obvious nervousness. “Yeah, no problem.”
“Thanks, I’ll see you in 15.”
When he heard the sound of the dial tone, he looked at the receiver a little dumbfounded. “Maybe Jorja was right.”
***
George pulled up in Eric’s driveway and shut off the engine. I cannot believe I am doing this. he thought. This could go so horribly wrong. This could ruin our whole friendship. He sighed and gathered up his courage, I can’t think like that, I have to do this. I have to know.
George took a few deep breaths, opened his door and stepped out of the car. “Everything’s going to be fine” he whispered himself over and over again like a mantra as he walked up to Eric’s front door. He rang the doorbell and waited for what seemed like an eternity.
“Hi,” Eric greeted as he opened the door. “C’mon in.”
George smiled slightly and entered the house. It didn’t hit him until that moment how much he had missed Eric.
“Have a seat. Did you want a coffee or something?” Eric asked.
“Eric, it’s three in the morning, is there anytime you won’t drink coffee?” George jested lightly in an attempt to release the tension that filled the room and sat down on the couch.
“No,” Eric said matter-of-factly, “it’s always a good time for coffee.” Eric smiled and sat down next to George. Suddenly serious, Eric looked at George, “What’s wrong?”
George looked back at Eric, equally serious, “There’s nothing wrong.”
“Then why are you here, and why do I have the feeling that you’ve been ignoring me?”
“Because I was.” George replied quietly.
“And you don’t think there’s anything wrong when you’re avoiding your best friend for no reason?” Eric sounded just a little irritated.
George sighed, “I just had a few things I needed to work out.”
“Such as?” Eric didn’t sound as irritated, but he wasn’t about to let the subject drop at that.
George paused as if contemplating his next words. He looked down at his hands and sighed again. “Such as my feelings for you,” he whispered.
Eric looked at him, a little shocked. “Your feelings for me?” Eric repeated. Well I’ll be damned, Jorja was right. he thought to himself.
“Yeah,” George said. “It kinda just hit me one day that I like spending time with you more than anyone else and I guess one thought just lead to another…” He trailed off as he felt himself start to blush. George took another deep breath. “Look, I can’t pretend anymore that I like you only as a friend. When I first figured that out I was afraid, that’s why I’ve been avoiding you, but I realized something tonight at the awards show. I don’t want some blonde bimbo on my arm, I want you. It’s you that makes me happy and you I want to spend all my time with. Can you ever forgive me?” George kept his head down, not wanting to see Eric’s reaction.
“Hey,” Eric said, looking directly at George and placing his hand on George’s thigh. “Don’t worry, the feeling’s mutual.”
George looked at Eric quickly. He was greeted by one of Eric’s more dazzling lopsided smiles. “Really?” he could hardly believe what he just heard.
“Yeah, really,” Eric said as he leaned in and kissed George lightly.