MissJr
Lounging on the Deck
Brooke IS the Bold & the Beautiful!
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Post by MissJr on Sept 14, 2007 10:53:42 GMT -5
Horsey, I'm loving Mr. Rossi and the power he seems to hold over Massimo! Evidently, Massimo is actually telling more by his silence than any words ever could. I'm still curious as to why he doesn't want his family to know about his condition. BTW--I thought he was going to have another heart attack when Mr. Rossi mentioned he was staying with Jackie! Lt. Baker is really going out of his way to redeem himself in Nick's eyes. He knows he screwed up big time. The investigation is really going well. However, given that you have two parallel investigations going, who will be the first to discover the identity of Carmine's killer? I suspect that Stephanie will end up wishing that the police get to her before the Rossi family does! Thank you for giving Taylor the comeuppance she so richly deserves! I just don't get how she's so upset at all. She admittedly hasn't bonded with this child. Is she more upset about that or just the prospect that she "lost" something that keeps her bound to Nick? Wonderful storytelling!
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Post by Horsey on Sept 14, 2007 13:05:53 GMT -5
Stephanie looked around the foyer of her mansion. She nodded her head in approval. She had a podium brought in and about a dozen chairs placed in a semi circle around it. Soon, she thought, the press will arrive. She walked over to the phone by the stairwell, and tried once again to call Eric. His phone rang several times, and then went to voice mail. Stephanie hung up and tried to call Ridge again as well. There was no answer. Well, she railed, I’ll just do it myself then.
As if on cue, the doorbell rang, and the maid appeared to open the door. The press entered the house and the maid showed them where to sit, and invited them to help themselves to the refreshments laid out on the banquet table, set up where the couch would normally be. Once every one was seated, and the cameras set up, Stephanie made her way to the podium. Prior to the press’s arrival she had placed several index cards with her speech on the podium. As she approached the press became quiet, and after a few moments of complete silence, Stephanie started.
“I want to thank everyone for showing up on such short notice. I’ve called this press conference,”
Jared, as usual, interrupted with his own question. “Are you the only representative for Forrester Originals here.”
Stephanie glared at him, “Yes, Eric and Ridge are attending to other business.” The lie rolled readily off of Stephanie’s tongue. She had planned for these type of questions. She continued with her prepared speech.
“I would first like to offer our condolences to the Rossi family. We at Forrester Originals thrive on competition and this loss, saddens us deeply.” Stephanie said with a touch of sadness to her voice.
There were a few scattered chuckles from the gathered press. Stephanie ignored these and continued.
“Our latest showing will feature some new and innovative designs, we will have our premiere in LA, and will expand the showing to Paris, Italy, and New York.”
Jared, barely containing himself, made several notes, and shuffled through some papers he had brought with him.
“I will now answer a few questions concerning the upcoming showing.”
Jared, who had been chomping at the bit, didn’t wait to be called.
“Is it true, that your son, Ridge, was arrested yesterday for assault?”
“I’m not here to discuss my son’s personal life. No comment.” Jared smiled.
“Is it also true that he is not allowed visitation with his son?”
“I said, No comment,” Stephanie barely kept her voice from shaking with rage, and tried to keep a cool demeanor.
Jared could barely contain his glee. “I have here, a police report stating that he was arrested for assault of Rick Forrester, and that he is out on bond, but his passport has been confiscated. Now, if Ridge isn’t allowed to leave the country, who will be in charge of the Paris, and Italian showings?”
Stephanie grimaced for a brief moment, “Eric will be in charge of the showings. Ridge will of course be available to help, via video link.”
“Is Eric up to handling the showing by himself?” A female reporter asked this question.
“Yes, I believe he is, he will also have the support of his other children.”
“Would that include his son Rick as well?” Jared couldn’t resist needling the old bag.
“As you know Jared,” Stephanie said pointedly, contempt just beneath the surface of her voice, “Rick is an employee of Nick Marone’s fashion house.”
“Is it true that Forrester Originals, has been seeking counsel and is considering filing for Chapter 11?” Jared shot back.
This surprised Stephanie, and for a moment was silent. She recovered quickly, “I don’t know what sources you have, but that is 100% wrong.” Stephanie silently wondered how he had found out.
Jared nodded, and smiled knowingly. “I’m just alluding to the fact that recently, Forrester Originals liquidated its entire Couture line on the Home Shopping Network. Not exactly a thing a company on good financial footing would do. Unless they were strapped for cash.”
Stephanie was done however.
“Thank you all for coming tonight, and I hope to see you at any of our upcoming showings, the packets at the front door contain the dates and press passes.”
She hurriedly left the podium and quickly walked into her study and locked herself in.
That isn’t exactly how I wanted it to go, she thought. Damn the men in this family, why couldn’t they be here when I needed them.
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Post by Horsey on Sept 14, 2007 13:19:30 GMT -5
Thank you ladies. I'm starting on the Memorial Service and Custody Hearing. It may take awhile though, alot will happen before Brooke leaves for Italy and Mr. Rossi has a more than a few visits to make, along with his sons and nephew. Also expect to hear a little more about Jackie's father and his relationship with Mr. Rossi, but not to much...afterall somethings just can't be spoken about. I'm planning on Brooke staying in Italy for a few weeks, there are a few surprises waiting there for her, and the Rossi's will want to keep her safe until the dust settles in LA. While they suspect what may be going on, Mr. Rossi is cautious and wants to continue to protect his son's love. I'm planning some flashbacks of Brooke and Carmine while she's in Italy. She needs to heal, and get away from the conflict in LA. She won't be jumping into a relationship for awhile, but I want her in a place (emotionally) to start to think past Carmine, and to do that she must greive for him.
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Post by pds on Sept 14, 2007 22:29:46 GMT -5
Horsey you and MissJR should hook up and write your own soap, you both are fantastic!!
I love this story and how you use a lot of the cast in an umbrella story, Bell could learn from you.
Thank you for taking your time to entertain us, I appreciate it. - Pam
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Post by Horsey on Sept 15, 2007 7:44:26 GMT -5
Horsey you and MissJR should hook up and write your own soap, you both are fantastic!! I love this story and how you use a lot of the cast in an umbrella story, Bell could learn from you. Thank you for taking your time to entertain us, I appreciate it. - Pam Thank you for the compliments. Good writing really comes from reading alot. I feel there are many many good ideas and stories on this board by numerous authors. Sometimes it doesn't matter how well the writer can construct the sentences, but the quality of the ideas that matters the most. I hope that Bell learns that lesson, he certainly has the talent at his finger tips, if only the quality of the storylines would improve. Your most welcome, and I'm very happy that you are enjoying my story.
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Post by Horsey on Sept 15, 2007 8:18:33 GMT -5
Horsey, I'm loving Mr. Rossi and the power he seems to hold over Massimo! Evidently, Massimo is actually telling more by his silence than any words ever could. I'm still curious as to why he doesn't want his family to know about his condition. BTW--I thought he was going to have another heart attack when Mr. Rossi mentioned he was staying with Jackie! Mr. Rossi is a very resourceful man, during his lifetime he has amassed quite a few well placed connections. He is fairly sure of what is going on. Massimo had spent more than one evening at the Rossi vineyard in the company of the Rossi's. While they weren't close, business brought them into sporadic contact. Mr. Rossi is well aware of Massimo's connection to the situation, and yes the silence is telling, in more ways than one. Lt. Baker has been kicking himself in the butt since Shane McGrath's murder, and who came blame Nick for being skeptical. Lt. Baker may be in for a surprise himself. This is afterall an International affair, at this point. Stephanie's clock is ticking. Her constant meddling is about to cost her more than she could ever realize. Taylor(sigh)....I would really like to bring this character around, but I don't know if I can do it. Right now, she's definately hurt and struggling with the fact that there is hard core proof of her infidelity. Something she lorded over Nick's head in her typical passive aggressive manner. She is also puzzled by the lack of deep warmth and love for Nick's child. She too must hit rock bottom, and I hope what I have planned is better than DUI's and killing people(accidental or not) and lying about it for months. She just might see through her hatred and jealousy of Brooke and take a page or two from her book. I haven't taken the time to flesh her out, and perhaps I will, but first and foremost this is Brooke's story. Thank you very much for taking the time to comment. Your perceptions do make me think! ;D waiting patiently for E......
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Post by Horsey on Sept 17, 2007 13:06:15 GMT -5
Mr. Rossi clicked off the television on his jet. So that’s Stephanie Forrester, he thought. He walked over to his attaché case, and pulled out several three inch folders. He opened the first. It contained a note on the cover page.
C-- It was short notice. I was as thorough as possible, if I find more you’ll be the first to know. I have arrived, and await further instructions.
Mr. Rossi, took the note crumpled it up. He walked over to the wet bar, placed the note in the sink and lit it with an elegantly engraved solid silver lighter. He watched as the note burned, and turned on the water to let the ashes wash down the drain. He looked at the lighter in his hand, the inscription 64 B, reflecting in the lights of the cabin. Mr. Rossi sighed, and placed the lighter back into his pants pocket. He poured himself a glass of water, and settled himself behind the dark wooded desk and started to absorb all the information in front of him.
Brooke awoke the next morning. She had slept better than the night before. I’m still drained and so much yet to do, she thought. She glanced at the bedside clock, and noting she had overslept. She groaned as she got out of bed, and made her way to the bathroom for a shower. Brooke turned on the water in the large glassed shower. She slipped out of her silk sage green nightie which fell to the floor. She stepped into the shower and let the water run over her head. It felt wonderful; she grabbed the soap and slowly started to wash.
“Who wants more pancakes?” Bridget asked as she slid another off of the griddle in her mother’s kitchen.
“I do,” said RJ. Hope however shook her head no, looking sad.
“Come on sweetie, you haven’t eaten anything. If you don’t want pancakes, I’ll make you whatever you want.”
Hope sniffed, “I want a frittata, like Carmine used to make.”
Bridget looked unsure; she had never made a frittata before.
“Sweetie, I’m not sure I know how.”
“You said, Bridget. Besides I can help, Carmine and I made them together.”
“Okay,” Bridget readily agreed. “What do we need?”
Hope jumped up from her chair and practically ran to the fridge to get the eggs, and told her older sister to turn on the oven. Hope emerged from the fridge with some leftover angel hair, eggs and cream. She asked Bridget to get a bowl for her, and settled down to put the frittata together. CJ walked into the kitchen and planted a kiss on his wife’s forehead.
“Look at you, all domesticated,” he teased as he took in her frilly apron. “Mmmmm pancakes and ooooooh frittatas.”
“Don’t get used to it Mister,” Bridget playfully responded.
CJ laughed, and leaned back over to Bridget and whispered in her ear: “I would rather see you with nothing on but that,” he reached down and slightly straightened the bow in the middle of her back. She blushed slightly, and whispered “not now.”
“Here,” said Hope placing the bowl on the granite countertop next to the stove. “We need a skillet,” she added looking up to her big sister. CJ dropped his hands, and made his way to RJ.
“Can I have a bite squirt?” CJ playfully asked RJ.
“Okay,” said Bridget, reaching for a skillet from the overhead rack “then what?”
“Then you put olive oil in the pan, and let it heat up. Carmine said until you could see waves of heat in the air above the pan.” Hope walked back over to the table and grabbed the parmesan cheese. “That’s about right,” she said with a concentrated gaze at the skillet. “Now, add the eggs, and let them cook for 2 minutes. Then we have to add the spaghetti and put it in the oven.”
“Okay,” said Bridget as she followed Hope’s directions. “And how long do we leave it in the oven?”
“Carmine said until the middle is just a little jiggly, like jello. Then we have to it take it out and put the cheese on it. After that we have to put it back in the oven until the top is brown and bubbly, like pizza.”
“That sounds really good Hope,” Bridget said.
Brooke emerged from the shower and quickly dried herself off. She wrapped the towel around her body; she wrapped another one around her long blonde hair, and made her way to her closet. Quickly flipping through the outfits that lined the large walk-in closet; she picked out a deep midnight blue skirt suit. Something which kept in line with her mood, but naturally clung to her curves, and looked very flattering. She walked out of the closet, and laid the suit on the bed. She returned to the closet and then picked a long black dress. It was floor length, and more conservative than Brooke would normally where, she quickly slipped on the dress, and studied her reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror. The back came down to an elegant V in the back, she turned and looked at the back. Satisfied with the selection she quickly slipped the dress off, and put it back on the hanger. She sighed and tears formed, it was one of Carmine’s designs. She slipped it into a garment bag, and picked out shoes and accessories to match. She chose pearls for the suit, and an onyx pendant surrounded by diamonds for the dress. Brooke reached for the matching earrings, and placed them both into a black velvet pouch. She returned to the bathroom and commenced to apply her make up and to decide how in the world she would do her hair.
She settled on a soft bun at the base of her neck. It would do for court she thought, and if she didn’t have time to redo her hair it would work for the service. Satisfied with her appearance she went into the bedroom and hurried to get dress as she glanced at the clock.
Brooke emerged from the bedroom with the garment bag over her arm and the jewels in her hand. As it so happened, Lorenzo emerged from his room at the same moment. The gentleman that he was, he gently took the two items from Brooke, and bade her good morning. She returned the greeting and they walked down the stairs together. Brooke was about half way down the stairs when the smell of the frittata wafted through the living room. Brooke’s stomach betrayed her, and it growled loudly. She looked at Lorenzo sheepishly, but he merely chuckled, and responded that it certainly smelled much like his Aunt’s. They proceeded towards the kitchen, Lorenzo depositing the dress on a chair on his way through the living room, and slipped the velvet pouch into his inside jacket pocket.
He entered the already full kitchen, and smiled at the children making breakfast. Brooke entered right behind him, and RJ and Hope squealed in delight to see their mother. Bridget was just pulling the frittata out of the oven, and Hope was washing out the bowl. RJ was covered in syrup, along with a spike haired CJ.
“Uh Oh,” Brooke said as her eyes fell on CJ.
“It’s okay,” CJ grinned. “I asked for it.”
Brooke smiled, and turned to Bridget, “This is Lorenzo he is Carmine’s cousin.”
“Pleased to meet you Lorenzo, I’m Bridget. Frittata? Hope made it.”
“I think I will, it smells much like my aunt’s, it was a welcome smell coming down the stairs this morning.”
Both Bridget and Hope blushed, Lorenzo was a very good looking man, and the compliment took them by surprise. He had a very deep and resonating voice. Bridget regained her composure.
“Oh thank you, but Hope takes the credit, it was her idea,” she responded lightly.
Lorenzo turned to Hope, took her hand, and kissed it lightly. “Thank you, my lady.” Hope giggled furiously turning beat red.
Bridget put a section of the frittata on a plate, and handed it to Lorenzo and he dropped Hope’s hand. Took the plate and made his way to the table. He winked at Brooke on the way by, and Bridget quickly handed Hope her own plate and Hope opted to stay at the island to eat her breakfast.
“Mom?” Bridget asked as she made to cut another section.
“Sure, I’m starved,” Brooke responded and took her own portion. She sat with Hope, and after RJ had a quick wipe down from Bridget he joined his mother and sister at the island. CJ muttered something about grabbing a quick shower, and left the room Bridget following. Rick entered the kitchen a few moments later, complaining about the sounds coming from the bathroom. Brooke admonished Rick, and he grinned devilishly. He grabbed a few of the pancakes and made his way to the table to sit with Lorenzo, and they started to converse. Rick asking him questions about the vineyards in Italy and such.
Bridget returned as Brooke was gathering up the dishes and getting them ready for the dishwasher.
“Oh, mom, I’ll get that,” Bridget hurried over to take the dishes from Brooke’s hands.
“Bridget! Is your hair wet?”
Bridget gave her mother a fixed look, and smiled; “Yes, and don’t you say one word!”
Brooke smiled and handed the dishes to Bridget.
“Are you sure you don’t need me at the hearing?”
“I’m sure sweetie, Rick is going and with Storm there we’ll be fine.”
“Can I finish packing for you?”
“That would be great, honey.”
“Okay and the service is at 2:00?”
“We had to change it to 4:00, Mr. Rossi doesn’t arrive until 1:00 and I want to give him some time to get settled in.”
“Is he staying here?”
“No, he said he was staying with an old acquaintance.”
“Yes,” Lorenzo said as he placed his plate in the sink. “Uncle Carmine is staying with Jackie Marone.”
Both Brooke and Bridget looked at him with stunned faces. “I had no idea Jackie knew the Rossi’s. She never mentioned it,” Brooke wondered aloud.
“Uncle Carmine and her father were friends and colleagues. She invited him to stay while he was here,” Lorenzo finished as he drank the last of his coffee and place it in the sink.
Brooke would have loved to ask more, but she looked at her watch; “Rick we’ve got to go.”
“Okay mom,” he responded. Rick quickly got up, and made his way to the sink to deposit his own dishes.
“Come on guys, we still have packing to do,” Bridget said to RJ and Hope. She gathered up her younger brother and Hope reluctantly followed.
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Post by Horsey on Sept 18, 2007 10:13:46 GMT -5
Jackie bustled around straightening pillows and putting the finishing touches on flowers that she had delivered that morning. She mentally went through her checklist. Fresh sheets and towels in the second guest room check. Groceries were to be delivered at 11:00. She looked around the living room with a satisfied smile. She clicked her fingers, had to get wine from the cellar. Jackie was almost through the door leading to the kitchen and cellar, when Nanny came down with little Nicholas. He was squirming to get down. Nanny, who didn’t look like she could restrain him much longer, bent over and released him.
“Nana,” he squealed. He tried to run, but as he was still in the early stages of walking, he stumbled and landed on his hands and knees a few times, before Jackie met him half way across the room. She scooped him up in her arms, and tickled him. He squealed even louder, and continued to squirm now against the tickling.
“How about some breakfast, my darling young boy,” Jackie said as she stopped tickling. The boy responded with a slow but exaggerated nod, and smiled devilishly. She placed him on the floor, took his hand and they slowly made their way to the kitchen.
Brooke and Rick found a parking space close to the courthouse. Rick had spotted Storm standing at the base of the stairs.
“I better go next door and get some coffee. Uncle Storm said it was best that I not be in the courtroom. Restraining order and all,” he added.
“Okay, I’ll meet you there afterwards. Wish me luck,” Brooke said as she hugged her son good bye.
Brooke walked over to her brother.
“Hey Storm.”
“Hey sis, are you ready for this. It could get nasty.”
“I’m ready.”
“Good, now I want you to let me do all the talking, unless the Judge asks you a direct question. You are not on trial here, but Ridge and his lawyer may try to make it seem that way.”
“I know that is a possibility,” she responded.
“And you give me your word, no outbursts.”
“Yes Storm I give you my word. The only thing I really hope will happen in there is that Ridge won’t fight me on taking RJ to Italy. I want to go, but if RJ can’t go, then I will have to stay home.”
“I highly doubt that the judge would deny you taking RJ to Italy. You are coming back to LA, right?”
“Yes, but I may stay a little while though, it’s so beautiful there.”
“Still I don’t see a problem. Let’s head on in.”
Brooke and Storm made their way into the courthouse, and found the appropriate courtroom. They settled themselves at the plaintiff’s table, and Storm pulled out his files related to the custody issue at hand. He was also prepared to lock horns with Stephanie, if she showed up. He had signed depositions from Thorne and numerous other employees that had witnessed first hand some of Stephanie’s more heinous acts over the past few years. Storm looked at the seats behind him and saw that Thorne was there along with two other people, ready to testify. The door opened and Mr. Wilcox entered, looking at his watch and scanning the courtroom for Ridge. His eyes narrowed as he realized that not only was Ridge not there, but Thorne was and he was seated behind Brooke and Storm. Mr. Wilcox turned around and stepped outside of the courtroom door. He pulled out his cell phone, and called Ridge for the 3rd time that morning. For the third time the phone rang until it went to Voice Mail. He cussed silently, and tried to call Stephanie. On the fourth ring, she picked up.
“Hello,” Stephanie said.
“This is Mr. Wilcox, Mrs. Forrester.”
“News already, I assume you have restored Ridge’s visitation with his son.”
“No,” said Mr. Wilcox impatiently. “I’m calling because Ridge isn’t here yet. Have you seen or heard from him?”
“No, I haven’t. I tried to call him yesterday, but he didn’t pick up.”
“It is imperative that he is here for this hearing, if he chooses not to come, the judge will be more inclined to grant Ms. Logan petition.”
“That’s ludicrous, Mr. Wilcox.”
“Ludicrous or not, Mr. Forrester should be here. It won’t look good regardless.”
“Alright, Mr. Wilcox. I’ll head over to his house and get him to the courthouse as soon as I can.” Stephanie hung up abruptly.
“First the press conference and now this,” she hissed. “Damn that woman,” she added as she grabbed her purse and headed out the door.
Mr. Wilcox walked back into the courtroom. The judge was already in the courtroom, and Mr. Wilcox was irritated. He hated when he wasn’t in the courtroom when the judge came in. He hurried to his table, and quickly pulled out his files, and waited.
“Please remain seated, this court will come to order, the honorable Judge Gray presiding.”
“I have read the petition of Ms. Logan and the respondent’s reply, Mr. Ridge Forrester.” The judge looked up from the papers and glanced at Brooke and then to where Ridge should have been sitting. “Counsel, will your client be going us?”
“I expect him shortly.”
“We will continue, it is not imperative for Mr. Forrester to be here.”
“Your honor, I respectively ask that you wait until Mr. Forrester is present.”
The judge raised one eye brow. “Have you spoken to your client today?”
“No sir, I haven’t. I did speak to his mother and she is on her way to get him now.”
“Let me see if I understand you, Mr. Wilcox. You have not spoken to your client today, but you have spoken to his mother. Has she spoken to her son?”
“When I spoke to her, she stated she hadn’t spoken to him, but was on her way to his residence,” Mr. Wilcox responded.
“So, you aren’t sure whether he will be attending this hearing?”
“I impressed upon him and his mother that his presence here today was necessary.”
“When exactly did you last speak to Mr. Forrester?”
Mr. Wilcox examined his notes for a moment and then answered; “It appears the last time I spoke personally with Mr. Forrester was the evening after his arraignment on the assualt charge, you honor.”
“I see. Then according to the charging documents, that was two days ago. Ms. Logan, have you heard from Mr. Forrester since then?”
“No, your honor. I haven’t.”
“I will take a brief recess, 15 minutes. Mr. Wilcox if you haven’t heard from your client during that time, we will move forward with this hearing. Court is in recess,” the judge said as he got up from the bench, and made his way to his chambers.
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Post by Horsey on Sept 27, 2007 12:36:34 GMT -5
Stephanie arrived at Ridge’s house. She knocked on the door and at her touch it swung open. Curious, she thought, and entered the house. She called her son’s name several times, and frantically made her way from one room to the other until she had searched the entire house. Nothing was out of place, but Ridge wasn’t there. She tried to call his cell phone again, and again it went to Voice Mail. She left a message stating that she was there and looking for him, and for him to call her as soon as he heard the message.
It was unlikely that Ridge would miss his custody hearing, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. She looked around the house again, looking for a note. Suddenly a she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and saw a short balding man.
“Are you looking for your son?”
“Who are you?” Stephanie demanded.
The man merely smiled.
“Where is Ridge?”
“I have been instructed to let you know that as long as you keep your mouth shut, your son will be fine.”
Stephanie drew herself up to full height, “You better not harm my son.”
“Too late, your son foolishly put up a fight, and he had to be subdued. I have no desire to hurt your son any further; however you must keep your mouth shut and your head down. My boss will not have another instance like last night. That press conference was the first mistake you have made, and there will be no others. Have I made myself clear?”
“You have no idea who you are dealing with,” Stephanie spat at the man.
“And you have no idea what kind of mistake you made last night, there have been inquiries, and my boss is in no mood.”
“Your boss,” Stephanie quipped snidely, “is a personal friend of mine, and you would do well to remember that.”
“You really have no idea who you are dealing with do you, Mrs. Forrester? My boss is not happy that you put on that display last night, and that you mentioned the designs. He is beginning to think he made a mistake in trusting you, you can’t seem to keep your head about you. He will not tolerate another mistake, and he is simply giving you a bit of an incentive to keep your fat mouth shut.” The man turned on his heal and started for the door.
“You will not just leave,” Stephanie commanded as she grabbed his arm to prevent his departure.
The man swiftly grabbed her arm and twisting it around her back, he pushed her to the floor, he put his knee to her back. “YOU will not put your hands on me. YOU seem to forget who YOU are dealing with. YOU do not control this situation.” He removed his knee and let go of her arm, he got up and straightened his jacket. “Now Mrs. Forrester, do we have an understanding?”
“He will hear about this,” Stephanie spat. She was still enraged, though she knew she was treading on thin ice.
“You bet he will,” the man responded, “and he won’t be happy either. I suggest madam that you keep your self in control. The next time I have to visit you, it will not be a pleasant one. Good day!”
The man left Stephanie on the floor and left the house. She got up immediately and ran for the door, she looked around frantically searching for his car, but saw nothing. She went back into the house and slammed the door. Almost immediately the phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Stephanie? This is Mr. Wilcox, have you found Ridge?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“I’m not impressed with your son Mrs. Forrester,” Mr. Wilcox stated flatly. “I do not appreciate being blind sided. I have a reputation to uphold, and it’s embarrassing to make excuses to the judge. If I haven’t heard from your son by the end of the day, I will recuse myself from his case, and you will have to find another attorney to handle his criminal case, do I make myself clear?”
“Yes,” Stephanie replied curtly.
“Good,” Mr. Wilcox replied. “I will do my best today, but without Ridge here, I’m afraid the outcome will not be good. This particular judge is tough, and frankly given your son’s propensity for violence, the judge will most likely grant Ms. Logan’s petition. Now if you can find your son, and get him here before the hearing ends, I might be able to turn it around, but only if Mr. Forrester is here.”
“I could attend,” Stephanie stated. “That slut has no right to do this.”
“No, I don’t believe you will be able to help, the judge does not look kindly on terms like that being used in his courtroom, whether or not it is the truth.” Mr. Wilcox looked at his watch. “ I have to get back in there, I will call you when it is finished.” Mr. Wilcox snapped shut his cell phone, and returned to the court room.
Stephanie hung up the phone, walked to the door. She took one more glance around the house, and left shutting and locking the door behind her. She muttered to herself as she made her way to the car. “I have to get a hold of Mass, he’s the only one that can help me.”
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Post by Horsey on Sept 28, 2007 8:42:46 GMT -5
Lt. Baker was sitting behind his desk, when there was a knock on his door.
“Come in,” he called as he flipped the paper he was engrossed in over. He looked up as a stunningly beautiful woman walked into his office. She walked over extending her hand.
“Agent Moyer,” she said introducing herself, “FBI.”
“Lt. Baker,” he returned, as he half stood and took her hand. “What can I do for you Agent Moyer?” he said as he settled back down in his chair and motioned her to do the same.
She sat in the chair, and removed a packet from her brief case. “This is concerning the Rossi murder case,” she started. “You recently made a request to Homeland Security and I have brought you the information you have requested. I also took the liberty of requesting a copy of the ballistic report from your department. I understand that you have the casing and the slug, but have not found the weapon used.”
“That is correct,” Lt. Baker responded. “It didn’t show up in our database, so I assume that the gun was unregistered.”
“We did find a match. You should look over these reports Lt. Baker,” she said with a smile, as she handed him the packet. “The ballistic report and related material is on top.”
“So far we have only had suspicions as to who the recipient was. However,” she smiled, “we now can narrow down the suspect list. We suspected the mob and some local gangs. We can rule out the gangs now, although we really didn’t think they were involved. Look at the next page.”
Lt. Baker flipped over the page. “It’s a profile of Stephanie Forrester.”
“Look down to her family, or more importantly her father’s associates.”
“Harvey Golden, Katherine Chancellor, Samuel Foster, and Charles Fenmore,” Lt. Baker read aloud.
“When you requested that work up on Forrester Originals, Homeland Security passed it off to me. I’m from the Chicago Office. We have been looking at Harvey Golden for a long time. He was a Police Officer at the Chicago Police Department for 30 years; their IAB suspected him of lifting evidence and guns, but they could never quite nail him. He retired from the force, and bought a house that he could never afford on a Cop’s salary. That’s when we started to monitor his actions.”
Lt. Baker flipped the page over, “He isn’t that well off. Only one residence is listed.”
“Next page,” she said.
“crap, that’s a lot of money in Swiss Accounts, not to mention in the Caribbean.”
“Yes and he also held through dummy corporations several businesses. He recently sold one to Dominick Marone. We suspect a mob connection with Mr. Golden, although we haven’t been able to come up with anything concrete. All we know is that certain weapons that had been confiscated turned up as throw downs, and some ballistic reports matched ones already on file. The ballistic report for the Rossi murder, matches one of the guns from the Chicago Police Department, it went missing around 1980.”
“I actually suspected Stephanie myself, but I haven’t interviewed her yet. I didn’t want to send up any red flags.”
“That’s good. Look I’m not trying to take over here, I only want Golden. I want to work with you; if you can nail Stephanie then we will be that much closer to Golden.”
“Let me show you this clip of her press conference last night,” he said as he flipped on the TV and moved across and popped a DVD into the player. And what would you say to a date?”
“A date?”
“Yes, I’m going to the Rossi Memorial Service this afternoon, would you like to come?”
She laughed, and quickly dismissed the approach.
“No and yes.”
“That went extremely well,” Storm said as they left the courthouse.
“I’m glad that RJ is allowed to go with me to Italy. I wonder why Ridge didn’t show up, I thought for sure that he would,” Brooke said in a concerned voice.
“You know Brooke he hasn’t really bothered to see RJ unless you ask him too; unless of course he is asking for Stephanie.” Storm smiled, “Not after today though, I’m glad the judge denied Mr. Wilcox’s request that Stephanie be allowed to see him.”
“Yes,” Brooke agreed. “That was very nice. Sometimes RJ comes home repeating terms that I know he would only hear from Stephanie.”
“Look there’s Rick,” Storm said pointing to his nephew a few yards ahead of them.
“How did it go?” Rick asked when he had closed the space between his mother and Uncle.
“It went very well. The judge issued an order. Stephanie is not allowed to see RJ, and Ridge can’t either until he shows up for the next hearing. The judge wasn’t impressed with Mr. Wilcox’s arguments, especially since Ridge didn’t show up.”
“He didn’t show?” Rick asked incredulously.
“No, and that’s a little strange.” Brooke admitted.
“I have to agree with you sis. It is strange.” Storm responded, “but I’m not complaining, made my job much easier.”
Brooke glanced at her watch, “I want to get back to the house, it’s only 11:00, and I may get to do some of my own packing before the service, and I really need to spend some time the Hope and RJ.”
“Sure mom,” Rick responded.
Storm leaned over to Brooke gave her a one armed hug and kissed her on the cheek, “I’ll see you later at the service.”
She returned the sentiment, Brooke and Rick moved towards their car. Meanwhile the short balding man donned in a three piece suit and sun glasses strolled by intently listening to the conversation, unnoticed by the group.
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Post by Horsey on Oct 5, 2007 6:08:49 GMT -5
Stephanie slammed the front door shut. She walked over to the wet bar in her elegantly decorated living room. She poured herself a scotch, and instead of drinking it, she threw the crystal rock glass at the stone fireplace. It shattered into million pieces, which brought the maid into the room.
“Is everything alright, madam?” She asked.
“What?” She snapped. Stephanie took a deep breath, “I’m sorry this isn’t anything to do with you. Is Taylor here?” Stephanie asked her maid.
“She’s still in her room, Mrs. Forrester.” The maid answered faithfully.
“I’ll be in my study then. Make sure you get that cleaned up, please.” She added as an afterthought.
Stephanie walked to her study, and closed the door. She grabbed a photo album, and started to flip through it. She looked at her precious little boy; she skipped over many of the photos, only concentrating on Ridge. She threw the album down, and walked over to the desk she pulled a key out of her pant suit pocket and carefully unlocked the bottom drawer. She took out the pictures of Ridge and Taylor and started to cry. “Just when you two had reconnected. I’ll get him back for you Taylor and me,” she said aloud as she took one picture and held it at arm’s length.
“YOU!!!” Taylor screeched as she walked into the study and saw the picture.
“TAYLOR” Stephanie returned in shock, “I……I can explain.”
“You can explain what? That you followed me and watched me have sex with Ridge, and took photos? How dare you?” Taylor continued to scream. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Did you send those to Nick too? Never mind, I already know the answer to that.” Taylor crossed her arms, with a huff.
“Taylor, I’m sorry. I did it for you and Ridge, and it wasn’t just sex you too obviously made love.” Stephanie said as she put the pictures down and tried to console Taylor.
“Don’t you dare try to pull that on me,” Taylor spat back. “I’m not falling for it, and I thought you supported my marriage with Nick.”
“I did.”
‘No you didn’t, or you wouldn’t have sent those photos to him. I really can’t believe you Stephanie; I thought you were my friend.”
“Since Carmine is gone, it’s only a matter of time before Brooke starts sniffing around Nick again, and you know it. I just bet she high tailed it over to your house, and cried on Nick’s shoulder”
“I’m really sick of hearing about Brooke, Stephanie. Everything in the world seems to come back to Brooke. Brooke this and Brooke that, WHAT IN THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?” Taylor screamed. “My marriage was fine without you messing around in it.”
“Taylor honey, you know you weren’t happy, if you were you wouldn’t have made love to Ridge.”
“For Pities sake Stephanie, IT WAS SEX, one time. Besides, my issues with Nick are none of your concern.”
“I’m your friend, Taylor. You know that he wasn’t the right man for you. There is only one man that made you truly happy.”
“With friends like you, I certainly don’t need ANY enemies. Stephanie, I’m sick and tired of your interference in MY life. And just exactly when was I happy? I certainly wasn’t happy when Brooke was throwing herself at Ridge. I wasn’t happy when Ridge would continue to encourage her overtures. I wasn’t happy when I came back the last time and I had to try out for the privilege of being Mrs. Ridge Forrester. I wasn’t happy when you faked your heart attack and guilted Ridge into choosing me. First with Ridge and now with Nick, I suppose it was fun for you. Did you enjoy yourself, did you get off on watching us, I wonder where the DVD is at. Do you enjoy watching people having sex, maybe you should exactly have sex once in awhile Stephanie, then maybe you wouldn’t be so caught up in your grown son’s sex life. ”
“Taylor I know you are angry but that was uncalled for.” Stephanie was losing patience. She grabbed Taylor’s arm and shook her. “I’ll tell YOU what was uncalled for, YOU interfering with my life.” Taylor spit as she yanked her arm out of Stephanie’s grip. “Well Stephanie, congratulations mission accomplished, however the collateral damage is me. Are you proud of yourself? You know what; I don’t even want an answer. Just stay the Hell away from me.” Taylor stomped out of the room, a few moments later Stephanie heard a door slam. Her hand started to shake, and she slammed her fist on the desk. Stephanie took a few deep breaths. Her hand went to the phone on her desk, picking it up she quickly dialed Mass’s number. The phone rang several times with no answer. Stephanie slammed the phone onto the desk. “*amn it,” she shouted.
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Post by Horsey on Oct 5, 2007 9:49:02 GMT -5
The chauffer was waiting patiently with the rear door of the limo open. Mr. Rossi gave him instructions to take him to the Marone residence as he entered the back of the limo. Mr. Rossi flipped open his cell phone and pushed a button.
“I’m here. Any new developments, said Mr. Rossi. ”
“It appears that Ridge Forrester is missing,” a male voice responded.
“That is interesting. Has Chris made contact yet?” Mr. Rossi replied with interest.
“Not recently. I didn’t expect to hear anything yet.”
“I have made my instructions clear.” Mr. Rossi’s voice turned cold.
“Yes, you have,” he replied. “And her son?”
“He is on his own.”
“I understand.”
“I’ll be in touch,” Mr. Rossi concluded and hung up the phone. He closed his eyes, and fell into a light sleep.
He stirred as the car came to a stop. He opened his eyes. He found himself sitting in front of a magnificent mansion. The chauffer opened the door, and Mr. Rossi slowly got out of the car. He walked up to the door and rang the bell. He waited a few moments, and the door opened.
“You must be Mr. Rossi,” Jackie said warmly.
“Yes, and are you Jacqueline?”
“I am. Please come in,” she said as she stepped back. The chauffer came behind with Mr. Rossi’s luggage. He put it down beside the staircase, and left closing the door with his exit.
“Have a seat. Can I get you some coffee or tea?”
“Tea would be lovely my dear,” Mr. Rossi replied kindly.
Jackie settled down onto the sofa, and picked up the sterling silver teapot. She poured two cups. “Cream or sugar?” She asked as she moved her hand to pick up the matching silver tongs.
“Just cream, thank you.”
Jackie reached instead for the cream, and poured a measured amount into his cup. After stirring the contents, she handed him the cup.
“How was your flight,” she asked as Mr. Rossi sat back and sipped the tea.
“The flight was long, and this tea is excellent,” Mr. Rossi complimented.
“Thank you,” Jackie said. “After our conversation, I went up to the attic and found Daddy’s old trunk. I had Nicky bring it down. I thought that you might like to look through it. I haven’t opened it since it was sent after he died.”
“I would very much like to look through it, but right now I’m more interested in your relationship with Stephanie Forrester.”
Jackie was momentarily silent. “Why do you want to know about Stephanie? You don’t think she had something to do with Carmine do you?”
“I do,” he said simply.
Jackie put her hand to her mouth. Mr. Rossi looked deeply into her eyes, and he saw the same steely glint that was so familiar to him.
“I’ll tell you everything I know about her,” Jackie stated with determination. She started with her own recent encounters with Stephanie. Jackie shared how scared she was when she woke up in the hospital. She went onto to describe the recovery and physical therapy, and the horrible head aches she endured. She told him how she still had the headaches occasionally. Then she explained Shane McGrath’s death and how Ridge had allowed Nick to be arrested and tried for the crime. How it was Brooke that found out the truth, and how Stephanie had tried to keep her from telling the truth. She also told him about her fake heart attack when Taylor came back. “She is a despicable excuse for a woman and mother,” Jackie said vehemently. “She just doesn’t know when to leave well enough alone,” Jackie concluded.
“It appears that way,” Mr. Rossi said coldly. He shook his head slowly, and an immediate change came over him. “Where is this trunk? I think I would like to look through it now.”
“Oh, Okay,” she responded a little shocked with the change of subject. She got up and led him upstairs to a spare bedroom. They walked into the room. A trunk showing the obvious signs of age sat in the middle of the floor. There was a lock on the outside. “I’ve had no desire to open it, but I didn’t realize that there was a lock on it,” Jackie said in an apologetic voice.
Mr. Rossi didn’t say a word, but moved towards the trunk. It was a barrel number lock. He reached down and swiftly moved the numbers, and the lock clicked as it fell open. Jackie looked on in wonderment. Mr. Rossi leaned over the trunk and Jackie came to stand by his side as he started to rummage through the contents. Most of the items were pictures of Alexander’s family, and other family memorabilia. At the very bottom of the trunk, he found a pile of papers, and a small drawstring leather bag. He pulled out the papers, and the bag. He handed the bag to Jackie, and she gently opened the drawstring, and reached her hand in the bag. Her hand closed around something cold and hard. She pulled her hand out, and looked the silver engraved lighter in her hand.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Oct 5, 2007 14:24:16 GMT -5
Stephanie slammed the front door shut. She walked over to the wet bar in her elegantly decorated living room. She poured herself a scotch, and instead of drinking it, she threw the crystal rock glass at the stone fireplace. It shattered into million pieces, which brought the maid into the room. “Is everything alright, madam?” She asked. “What?” She snapped. Stephanie took a deep breath, “I’m sorry this isn’t anything to do with you. Is Taylor here?” Stephanie asked her maid. “She’s still in her room, Mrs. Forrester.” The maid answered faithfully. “I’ll be in my study then. Make sure you get that cleaned up, please.” She added as an afterthought. Stephanie walked to her study, and closed the door. She grabbed a photo album, and started to flip through it. She looked at her precious little boy; she skipped over many of the photos, only concentrating on Ridge. She threw the album down, and walked over to the desk she pulled a key out of her pant suit pocket and carefully unlocked the bottom drawer. She took out the pictures of Ridge and Taylor and started to cry. “Just when you two had reconnected. I’ll get him back for you Taylor and me,” she said aloud as she took one picture and held it at arm’s length. “YOU!!!” Taylor screeched as she walked into the study and saw the picture. “TAYLOR” Stephanie returned in shock, “I……I can explain.” “You can explain what? That you followed me and watched me have sex with Ridge, and took photos? How dare you?” Taylor continued to scream. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Did you send those to Nick too? Never mind, I already know the answer to that.” Taylor crossed her arms, with a huff. “Taylor, I’m sorry. I did it for you and Ridge, and it wasn’t just sex you too obviously made love.” Stephanie said as she put the pictures down and tried to console Taylor. “Don’t you dare try to pull that on me,” Taylor spat back. “I’m not falling for it, and I thought you supported my marriage with Nick.” “I did.” ‘No you didn’t, or you wouldn’t have sent those photos to him. I really can’t believe you Stephanie; I thought you were my friend.” “Since Carmine is gone, it’s only a matter of time before Brooke starts sniffing around Nick again, and you know it. I just bet she high tailed it over to your house, and cried on Nick’s shoulder” “I’m really sick of hearing about Brooke, Stephanie. Everything in the world seems to come back to Brooke. Brooke this and Brooke that, WHAT IN THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?” Taylor screamed. “My marriage was fine without you messing around in it.” “Taylor honey, you know you weren’t happy, if you were you wouldn’t have made love to Ridge.” “For Pities sake Stephanie, IT WAS SEX, one time. Besides, my issues with Nick are none of your concern.” “I’m your friend, Taylor. You know that he wasn’t the right man for you. There is only one man that made you truly happy.” “With friends like you, I certainly don’t need ANY enemies. Stephanie, I’m sick and tired of your interference in MY life. And just exactly when was I happy? I certainly wasn’t happy when Brooke was throwing herself at Ridge. I wasn’t happy when Ridge would continue to encourage her overtures. I wasn’t happy when I came back the last time and I had to try out for the privilege of being Mrs. Ridge Forrester. I wasn’t happy when you faked your heart attack and guilted Ridge into choosing me. First with Ridge and now with Nick, I suppose it was fun for you. Did you enjoy yourself, did you get off on watching us, I wonder where the DVD is at. Do you enjoy watching people having sex, maybe you should exactly have sex once in awhile Stephanie, then maybe you wouldn’t be so caught up in your grown son’s sex life. ” “Taylor I know you are angry but that was uncalled for.” Stephanie was losing patience. She grabbed Taylor’s arm and shook her. “I’ll tell YOU what was uncalled for, YOU interfering with my life.” Taylor spit as she yanked her arm out of Stephanie’s grip. “Well Stephanie, congratulations mission accomplished, however the collateral damage is me. Are you proud of yourself? You know what; I don’t even want an answer. Just stay the Hell away from me.” Taylor stomped out of the room, a few moments later Stephanie heard a door slam. Her hand started to shake, and she slammed her fist on the desk. Stephanie took a few deep breaths. Her hand went to the phone on her desk, picking it up she quickly dialed Mass’s number. The phone rang several times with no answer. Stephanie slammed the phone onto the desk. “*amn it,” she shouted. :)Bravo! Horsey, you do NOT disappoint. I will go back and read the other stuff, but I have been waiting to see Taylor's reaction to her "friend's" taking dirty pictures. Boy, is she reading Hag the riot act or what? It is just like Hag to tell Taylor that the only man who made her happy was Ridge, and when Taylor reminded Hag of all the crap Ridge pulled, I was cheering!
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Post by karen3012 on Oct 6, 2007 9:18:28 GMT -5
I finally have found the time to catch up on your story and I love it! I especially enjoyed the family breakfast scene. RJ covered all in syrup awfully reminded me of my own little hunny monster. I always wanted to like Bridget, wanted her to back up Brooke, support her and be on her side. Thank you for giving us that Bridget. And a happy one at that! I also loved Jared at the press conference. Didn't go too well for the 'old bag' did it. I wonder what Hag has gotten into. She certainly does seem to be in deep doo-doo so to speak. And what happened to little Widgie? Cannot say I feel sorry for him. I normally cannot say whom I hate more Ugly, Taylow or Hag, but you made me almost feel sorry for Taylor in your latest installment, and she's certainly got Hag's number. ;D
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Post by Horsey on Oct 9, 2007 9:03:35 GMT -5
:)Bravo! Horsey, you do NOT disappoint. I will go back and read the other stuff, but I have been waiting to see Taylor's reaction to her "friend's" taking dirty pictures. Boy, is she reading Hag the riot act or what? It is just like Hag to tell Taylor that the only man who made her happy was Ridge, and when Taylor reminded Hag of all the crap Ridge pulled, I was cheering! Thank you Giovanna. Yes, Taylor read Stephanie the riot act. The difference between my fanfic and the show is that this time it will stick. Taylor's character has several flaws. She lacks insight into her own thoughts and deeds, while taking the moral high road with others. I've seen it many times on the show. I hope Taylor can learn to take responsibility for her own actions. Frankly as much as Brooke is blamed for chasing after Ridge during Tridge, neither Taylor or Ridge took the necessary actions to put a stop to the three ring circus. Ridge refused to tell Brooke to leave him alone, and Taylor should have sent his as* packing a longtime ago. I for one would not have anything to do with a marriage if the man wasn't committed, no matter what kind of prize he was. The ironic thing is that: That is exactly the same kind of realtionship she put herself into with Nick. Not only was he involved with Brooke, but Bridget as well. I can not understand why she would put herself back into that again. Granted the Nick and Brooke's dance isn't as overt as Bridge was, but it is still there. They continue to be friends, in spite of their history, and I think Taylor has a harder time dealing with that, than if Brooke just "went after him". Taylor has some hard life lessons to learn, hopefully she will start to gain the insight that she so sorely lacks.
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Post by Horsey on Oct 9, 2007 9:36:00 GMT -5
I finally have found the time to catch up on your story and I love it! I especially enjoyed the family breakfast scene. RJ covered all in syrup awfully reminded me of my own little hunny monster. I always wanted to like Bridget, wanted her to back up Brooke, support her and be on her side. Thank you for giving us that Bridget. And a happy one at that! I also loved Jared at the press conference. Didn't go too well for the 'old bag' did it. I wonder what Hag has gotten into. She certainly does seem to be in deep doo-doo so to speak. And what happened to little Widgie? Cannot say I feel sorry for him. I normally cannot say whom I hate more Ugly, Taylow or Hag, but you made me almost feel sorry for Taylor in your latest installment, and she's certainly got Hag's number. ;D Thank you karen3012. I thought it would be nice to have a semi normal family scene for the day of the memorial. My story has dark themes, and I was hoping the lightness of the kids would bring a little balance. I'm really enjoying writing for Bridget. I don't particuraly care for the current actress, however Bridget has alot of potential. I was like you, I didn't like her actions, but I really didn't hate the character. She and Brooke have finally put the Deacon mess in the past, and that is where it is going to stay. Even if Mr. Sharp makes a reappearance in my story. I think my Bridget is mature enough to accept her own responsibility for marrying Deacon, and the fallout. Hag is definately in some BIG DOO DOO! Mr. Bell has painted this character into a corner. This woman is 70+ years old and hasn't changed yet. My real life experience has shown me that by this time in one's life, if you haven't made good steps in dealing with character flaws, then you will go to there grave with them. Alas, I don't know if Stephanie is strong enough or honest enough at this point to change. We shall see. Widgie Poo, is in his own DOO DOO! He has refused to deal with his mother as person to person, always falling back on mommy to get his As* out of the sling. Now it is coming back to bite him hard. I don't know if he will see that his lack of a backbone where mommy dearest is concerned will lead him to an epithany. My hubby, who has been helping me with certain aspects of the story, asked me the other day why I didn't have more scene's with Ridge. I responded that with the current actor, I find it hard to imagine any really great scenes with him in them. He can do arrogant, beligerent, and anger well , but really nothing else comes to mind. Well except self pity, which is quite laughable when I think about Ridge. Taylor will have a few more smackdown moments coming. Some she will be doing the smacking and others she will be getting the smack. One thing I've noticed about Taylor, is that when she is on the defensive(which she usually is) she lashes out passively. She is the queen of innuendos, and someone will be calling her out on it. The question is; will she seize the moment and realize what SHE has done, or will she continue to blame others for her own choices. Thanks again for your comments and reading.
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Post by karen3012 on Oct 9, 2007 10:21:38 GMT -5
My hubby, who has been helping me with certain aspects of the story, asked me the other day why I didn't have more scene's with Ridge. I responded that with the current actor, I find it hard to imagine any really great scenes with him in them. He can do arrogant, beligerent, and anger well , but really nothing else comes to mind. Well except self pity, which is quite laughable when I think about Ridge. I know exactly what you mean Horsey. I remember some years back when I was trying to make up my own story about how Brooke and Ridge should be written as the star crossed lovers I still thought they were back then ( I know - I grew up I guess ), anyway I remember that I had no problem picturing how Brooke reacted, but Ridge was a completely different matter. It was always the same face. I had no idea why that was the case - in part, I guess, because over here we're having him dubbed with a voice that can actually emote. Today I know exactly why, there are just no more facial expressions to Ridge than the ones you described. And that makes it almost impossible to imagine or write him in any situation where he is not an arrogant as*h*** (the face he does best IMO).
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Post by Horsey on Oct 19, 2007 6:48:14 GMT -5
I'll be working on the story this weekend, and should be posting more soon.
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Post by am755 on Oct 19, 2007 10:43:36 GMT -5
Thanks! I have something to look forward to on Monday!
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Post by Horsey on Oct 22, 2007 10:53:07 GMT -5
She turned the lighter over in her hand, and studied the lighter more closely. Jackie saw that there was scroll work along with the numbers 64 and B. She flipped back over again. Jackie glanced at Mr. Rossi, who was still engaged with the files. Jackie placed the light back into the bag, and knelt down to look at the remaining items in the trunk. She picked up a pink faded baby blanket. Jackie brought the blanket up to her nose, and inhaled deeply. Tears formed in her eyes, as the smell brought back a rush of memories of her parents. She nestled her cheek slightly against it, as the tears slid slowly down her cheek. Jackie sighed and wiped the tears from her face and carefully placed the blanket back into the trunk and picked up a photo album. She flipped through the first few pages, smiling through the tears that continued to slowly fall.
Mr. Rossi interrupted her revere a few moments later.
“Jacqueline”
Jackie looked up from the album with an apologetic look on her face. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Rossi, I lost myself.”
“No need to apologize, I would like to lie down for a few moments,” he said as he placed the files back into the trunk.
“Of, course,” Jackie said as she placed both the album and satchel back into the trunk. Mr. Rossi closed the door, and placed the lock back on the trunk he locked it.
“The combination is your parent’s wedding anniversary,” Mr. Rossi said as he straightened up.
Jackie smiled. “Come, I’ll show you to your room. Do you want something to eat before the service?”
“No, I believe my sons are coming to get me, in about an hour.” Mr. Rossi explained as he glanced at his watch. “They will make sure that I’m taken care of, you have done more than enough already.”
“Thank you it was no trouble at all.”
She closed the door behind them as they left the room, and walked two doors down to the room. Jackie opened the door and showed Mr. Rossi into the room.
“Now, you have your own bath, and yes, the maid brought up the luggage,” Jackie said as she spotted the suitcase on the end of the bed.
“This is very nice,” Mr. Rossi said.
“I’ll be downstairs if you need anything,” Jackie said as she reached for the door knob, and closed the door.
“Here mom,” Bridget said as she placed the diamond and onyx pendant around her neck and deftly closed the clasp.
“Thank you sweetheart,” Brooke turned around and hugged her daughter tightly. “You have to know idea how much help you have been. Between Carmine, and Ridge….well I’m just trying to say is I can’t thank you enough.” Brooke pulled back from Bridget.
“Mom, I can’t imagine losing CJ like that, and the poor kids. I want to be there for you like I know you would be if…” Bridget trailed off as she started to cry softly.
“Here honey,” Brooke said kindly as she handed her a tissue.
“Thanks mom,” Bridget said as she dabbed her eyes, and blew her nose.
“Bridget, one thing I have learned, is that nothing is forever or certain. Enjoy each day, even though my heart is breaking, I have nothing but good memories of Carmine, even the rough times and I don’t regret a single day,” Brooke said as she herself grabbed a tissue.
There were several moments of silence between the two, as they both fought to collect themselves.
“When are we leaving mom?”
“Tomorrow morning I think, Lorenzo told me when I got back from court.”
“Good, I need to go into the hospital for an hour or so. Can you manage with the kids for a few hours tonight?”
“I’m sure I can, are you sure you can take the time away from the trials?” Brooke asked her daughter concerned that she had been leaning too much on here.
“They will be fine for about a week. Then I’ll have to come back,” Bridget responded. “I know you wanted to stay for a little while longer.”
“Yes, I did. You know how much I love Italy, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to get back over there for awhile. Work is going to be so hectic.”
“Clark has sketched some really lovely gowns,” Bridget said.
“I know, but Carmine created a lot of buzz for the company. We will lose that momentum, and I’m just sure that the press and customers will be skeptical that we can continue without him. At least most of the collection was finished.” Brooke turned back towards the mirror and studied her appearance closely.
“You look fine mom,” Bridget said.
“Thank you sweetheart,” Brooke replied. “And,” she added. “You don’t look to shabby yourself,” Brooke complimented her daughter. She had picked a dark navy blue dress, with a matching jacket that covered the sleeveless dress.
“Thanks mom,” Bridget said as she looked at her own appearance in the mirror. Their eyes locked for a second or two in the reflection. A distinctive ring tone broke the moment, and Bridget picked up her cell phone which was lying on the marble counter top.
“Dr. Forrester,” she said as she turned away from the mirror and walked over to her purse which was sitting on one of the seats in Brooke’s bathroom. “What? Okay I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Mom,” Bridget said as she turned back to her mother, “I have to go to the hospital now,” Bridget glanced at her watch. “I should be able to make it to the service. I just maybe a little late.”
“Okay Bridget,” Brooke said. Bridget was already half way out the door, when she ran back over and threw herself at her mother and hugged her tightly. “I love you,” she said quickly, then running back to the door.
“Bye honey,” Brooke said at her retreating back.
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Post by Horsey on Oct 22, 2007 12:23:24 GMT -5
Demetrio was waiting for the elevator. Filippa opted to stay in the room, and let his brother pick up their father. Demetrio glanced at his watch. He looked up as he heard a door open and close. Eric Forrester looking a bit more sober made his way down the corridor, to the elevator. He stood next to Demetrio, while the lights over top of the elevator indicated that it was nearing their floor. They only waited a moment when the doors opened. Both men proceeded into the elevator. Eric seemed preoccupied to Demetrio. Eric shuffled from one foot to the other, on the way down. When the elevator doors opened, Eric fairly shot out of the elevator, Demetrio strolled out at leisure. Demetrio kept his eyes on Eric’s back as he made his way to the front door of the hotel. Much to Demetrio’s surprise, he saw the dark haired woman; he had met at Brooke’s coming into the lobby, with a bell hop in tow, carrying her many pieces of luggage. Eric stopped abruptly, greeting the woman and embracing her briefly. Demetrio ducked behind a large potted palm, when he saw the two walking towards him.
“I can’t believe it Taylor,” Eric said as he walked along side of her to the front desk.
“I wouldn’t have believed it myself Eric if I hadn’t seen the photos in her hand,” Taylor responded. “What really infuriates me is that she sat there and listened to the whole story pretending that she was supporting me and the whole time she was responsible for the whole mess.”
“Taylor,” Eric started.
“Don’t you dare defend her Eric.” Taylor stopped in her tracks. “You have been making excuses and defending her for most of your adult life. She is a grown woman, who understands the ramifications of her actions. I’m sick everyone including myself excusing her behavior over the years. She really believes that what she does is the right thing,” Taylor remarked sarcastically. “I love you, and had your best interests at heart,” she mocked in Stephanie’s voice.
Eric hung his head, while Taylor continued on her tirade until the desk clerk came over.
“I need a suite please,” Taylor said to the clerk.
“How many nights Madame?”
“At least two weeks,” replied Taylor.
The clerk checked the computer, “All of the suites are booked, can I interest you in a single room.”
Taylor sighed heavily, “If that’s all you have.”
Eric thought quickly, “Taylor why don’t you just stay in my suite. I have two bedrooms, and a large sitting area.” Noticing the look on her face he added quickly, “until they have another suite available. You really shouldn’t be alone right now.”
Eric looked pleadingly into her face, and Taylor’s anger cooled somewhat. “Providing that we don’t have to talk about your wife.”
“She’s not my favorite person in the world right now anyway,” Eric replied with a smile. He turned to the clerk, “If I could just have another key to my suite.”
“Yes sir, give me a moment.”
The clerk reappeared a few minutes later with the card, and handed it too Taylor. “Enjoy your stay Madame.” He left quickly, not wanting to hear anymore of the conversation than he already had.
Eric turned and led Taylor to the elevator, with the bell hop following, still struggling with the large amount of luggage Taylor had brought with her.
Demetrio watched their exit into the elevator, and came out from behind the plant. He glanced at his watch again, and headed out to pick up his father at the Marone Mansion.
Lt. Baker sat at his desk. He was waiting for a call from the DA’s office. He had requested a warrant for The Forrester Mansion. Lt. Baker had nothing to go on, until Agent Moyer had shown up with a dump on Stephanie Forrester’s cell phone. There had been several calls to the Chicago area, about a month ago. The numbers matched several that Agent Moyer had provided as known numbers for Harvey Golden. With that evidence in hand, he had contacted the DA’s office and set the warrant into motion. He was hoping to have the search complete before the memorial service today. He wanted to supervise the search and be at the service, but if the DA didn’t call soon, the search would have to wait or he would have to miss the service.
The phone rang as if on cue, and he answered it. He replaced the receiver quickly and grabbed his jacket and quickly headed out of the office. Grabbing 3 uniforms, and alerting the CSI team on his way out of the building.
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Post by Horsey on Oct 22, 2007 13:39:38 GMT -5
Ridge slowly came to. He noticed first that his sides hurt immensely, and he could taste blood in his mouth. He tried to move his hands, however they were both secured to the arm rests of the chair that he sat in. Ridge looked around the room. The place looked vaguely familiar to him. He studied the walls closely, and listened. He could hear footsteps closing in and he started to panic slightly. He struggled against his bonds, but they only grew tighter around him, from behind a blindfold appeared and Ridge continued to struggle as it was wrapped tightly around his eyes, effectively making him blind. He started to shout and curse, however a rag was stuffed into his mouth. He became incensed and flew into a rage, although he was bound the chair started to rock and a moment later he found himself lying sideways on the floor, still bound in the chair. Ridge groaned in pain. The impact had dislodged the rag from his mouth and he spat it the rest of the way out. He was gruffly righted in the chair, and his bonds were checked for tightness.
“It would be easier on you if you would just not fight,” a slightly nasal voice responded.
“I don’t know who you think you are,” Ridge railed.
The man laughed cruelly. He leaned over Ridge, “you are in no position to make any threats,” and he slapped Ridge across the face.
“You son of a *itch,” Ridge exclaimed and spat in the man’s face. He was so enraged by his predicament that he had to make some effort to retaliate.
“That was a mistake,” the voice continued. The man looked down at his bound prisoner. He took out his pistol, and slapped Ridge across the face with it. Ridge felt dizzy with the impact of the pistol, and a moment later screamed in agony as first one knee then the second was shattered with two well placed bullets. He continued to scream in agony, until hysteria and pain allowed him no escape. Unconsciousness overtook the pain, and Ridge passed out.
The man took out his phone; “This guy is something else,” he said. “I’m going to need some help.”
He hung up the phone and examined his prisoner. Ridge slowly came too, and started to try to thrash about. He was in excruciating pain, and started to spew epitaphs at his captor again. The man continued to laugh occasionally as he enjoyed taunting his victim. Ridge made one more supreme effort. He tried to stand on his feet, but the pain was too much. The chair instead of tipping sideways from his efforts, tipped over front ways, with Ridge ending up face down on the floor. “D*mn it,” he screamed. The man sat the chair upright again, and laughed once more at his prisoner. Ridge started yet another verbal tirade. The man was steadily losing his patience, leaned over grabbed Ridge’s bounded arms, and lifted the chair off of the ground and sat it back down with enough force that Ridge seemed to come to his senses and was still.
“That’s better,” the man replied. “You keep your antics up, and you’ll find yourself at the bottom of the bay, my friend.”
Ridge froze at those words, he vividly remembered the time that he had dumped Shane McGrath’s body off of his brother’s boat. He grew clammy at the thought that he would be the one to be rolled off of someone’s deck. His breathing slowed. He was exhausted from the exertion and blood loss. He tried to keep his head clear. It was time to think, he spat a bit of blood from his mouth, however it simply rolled down his front like a baby. His mouth had gone slack from the broken jaw that resulted from the pistol.
“Please,” he started to plead.
“Save it,” the man replied. “If you had only come quietly to begin with then, you wouldn’t be where you are now. We were prepared to treat you like a gentlemen, but since you decided that you prefer to try and be a hero, well…” the man trailed off. An associate had entered the room. “Keep an eye on him will you,” he commanded. “I need to call the boss, and find out what he wants us to do next, considering,” he said as he nodded towards Ridge. His associate merely nodded, and drew out his own gun, and eyed Ridge accordingly.
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Post by karen3012 on Oct 22, 2007 15:48:20 GMT -5
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Post by Horsey on Oct 23, 2007 8:04:13 GMT -5
Loved it, thank you Horsey. I take it from the last installment that you are no great fan of Ridge? I especially thank you for that part which I enjoyed immensely , as I'll shamefully admit. Who me!?! My disgust of Ridge really knows no bounds. I'll just say I'm not through with him yet.
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Post by karen3012 on Oct 23, 2007 9:10:28 GMT -5
Loved it, thank you Horsey. I take it from the last installment that you are no great fan of Ridge? I especially thank you for that part which I enjoyed immensely , as I'll shamefully admit. Who me!?! My disgust of Ridge really knows no bounds. I'll just say I'm not through with him yet. Can't wait!
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