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Post by Horsey on Mar 24, 2009 12:17:52 GMT -5
ROFL!! Poor Eric! Imagine awakening to that horror on your doorstep! I see old Fang did survive the night in jail--but barely. ITA with the Aussie--not smart, bloke! Brooke seems to have great rapport with the Rossi clan. How much did Carmine tell his father about her? And Hope can charm the birds out of a tree. Even Mr. Rossi was charmed by the child's antics. I'm glad that Brooke has such a strong support system. But, Stephanie apparently still has no idea who she is fooling with. After seeing what happened to her precious Ridge, I almost feel sorry for her! LOL I really enjoyed writing the Eric scene, and it's not done yet! I actually had to rewrite the Rossi/Brooke scene. The version that was scrapped had more interaction between the elder Carmine and Brooke, but for some reason it just didn't flow the way I wanted it too. I'm hoping that I'll be able to get into more of the backstory for the Rossi's at some point, I just didn't think it was appropriate at this time in the story. Stephanie has no clue, and neither does Brooke. With the exception of Massimo and maybe Jackie, but she was too young to remember any details from that time in her life. Sympathy for Stephanie!? Why MissJr, I'm shocked
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Post by Horsey on Mar 24, 2009 20:13:04 GMT -5
“You wouldn’t believe the night…” Stephanie started off.
“The night you’ve had?” Eric interrupted coldly.
Stephanie glanced around the sitting area looking for the wet bar to quench her thirst. Not only did she find the wet bar, but a wine glass with lipstick around the rim. Her eyes narrowed. “I see you’ve been entertaining Eric,” she remarked in a sarcastic voice. She moved to the bar area and grabbed a bottle of water, and eyed the wine glass pointedly, while shooting glaring glances at Eric.
Eric rolled his eyes, typical he thought, He asked again “what do you want Stephanie?”
“I thought I should tell you that I’ve been arrested,” Stephanie began in a patient voice. She had mapped out the entire explanation in her head. If only she could convince Eric of her innocence, then the rest of the kids would follow. The Forrester Family had to be a united front.
“I know.” Eric stated flatly, cutting her off again.
Stephanie looked at him confused, she hadn’t seen anything in the press, and her sister Pam had posted her bail. She knew Pam wouldn’t have said anything.
“Lt. Baker and a…” Eric thought for a moment, “Agent Moyer stopped by the hospital last night.”
“The hospital?” Stephanie asked in a tight voice.
“Yes, the hospital.” Eric responded.
“Who?”
“Ridge.”
Stephanie was visibly shaken, and Eric couldn’t help but feel a twinge sympathy for the woman who he had known all these years.
“Maybe you should sit down,” Eric said gently.
“How bad is he? He‘s not dead is he?!” Stephanie demanded as she grabbed Eric’s shirt.
Eric deftly moved her over to the couch. Grasping her wrist and wrenching her hands free of his shirt, Eric pushed her down firmly but without undue strength.
“It’s not good Stephanie. He’s has severe burns over much of his body. Both of his knees have been shot, and there’s also some facial injuries.”
“I have to see him,” she whispered.
“Right now he’s in a coma.”
“Oh my God,” Stephanie exclaimed. She would make whoever responsible pay, and pay dearly. If it was Mr. Golden, well he had no idea who he was dealing with, she thought vehemently.
The shock was replaced for the need of vengeance, and she asked the next most logical question. “How?” her tone enraged.
“CJ and Clarke went to the old Spectra building.”
“What do they have to do with this,” Stephanie hissed, momentarily distracted by the mention of the Spectra/Garrison gang.
Eric responded sarcastically at the words that came from Stephanie; “other than saving Ridge’s life, nothing at all.”
Her mouth opened in a silent Oh, and Eric took this moment of speechlessness to push forward with the story.
“They found him tied up and bloody; all three of them barely escaped with their lives. Bridget tried to get a hold of you,” he paused. “The Doctors say that they next few days are critical, and whether he gets an infection. If he doesn’t,” he nodded, “it’s a good sign. If he manages to survive the burns, we can begin to think about other surgeries to try and get his knees replaced. He was shot, at what Lt. Baker says is point blank range. His knees were….there’s nothing left.” Eric managed to get out in a whisper; “another trauma surgeon says that considering the blood lost he may never walk again. He has a long road, and he’ll never be the man he was,” Eric concluded and was silent.
Stephanie was shocked into silence. There was a knock at the door, Eric answered, surprised to see Jackie, looking absolutely ravishing in a black business suit. He chuckled at the irony of the moment and what Stephanie would obviously think.
“Good morning Jackie,” he said with a charming warm smile.
Jacqueline looked slightly taken aback by his demeanor. She knew about Ridge and had stopped by to talk with Eric.
Eric noting the look on her face stepped back and slightly to the side, and tilted his head back ever so slightly.
Jackie peered around Eric and noticed Stephanie sitting on the sofa in a daze.
“Good morning Eric,” Jacqueline said rather loudly and reached up and kissed Eric on the cheek. “You poor thing,” she whispered in his ear as she briefly embraced him. “Good morning Stephanie,” she added.
Jackie blew into the room like she owned it. Stephanie immediately got to her feet, and reflexively tried to straighten her suit. “I see your tart has returned,” she sniffed at Jackie.
“Don’t you have something better to do than make snide remarks Stephanie? Like visit your son? Or perhaps you should try to get a hold of Massimo.” Jackie was in no mood for petty ire at the moment. “I tried to call him last night after I learned about Ridge, but I get no answer.”
“Perhaps,” Stephanie responded sardonically, “Mass doesn’t want to talk to the likes of you.”
“Oh, go to hell Stephanie,” Jackie said losing any pretense of civility.
“I’ll see you there first, you whore” Stephanie spat.
“Time for you to leave Stephanie,” Eric said as he opened the door.
“You know Eric, I think it is. I do have to go see my son.”
“I’ll have a driver from the hotel to take you home,” Eric stated.
“Save your pity Eric. I’ll take a cab.”
“Whatever you like Stephanie. I’ll be in touch,” Eric said as he ushered her out the door. He closed it with a sigh, and again smiled warmly at Jackie.
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Post by jilt on Mar 25, 2009 2:31:18 GMT -5
Satanie is nothing if not predictable! Another great instalment, Horsey. Thank you
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Post by sugarpie on Mar 25, 2009 10:17:44 GMT -5
((Horsey)))
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Post by MissJr on Mar 25, 2009 11:57:07 GMT -5
Satanie is nothing if not predictable! Another great instalment, Horsey. Thank you Predictable is definitely the word I would use for the hag! Do you think she already knows deep down inside exactly what happened to her precious little boy and why? Jackie is definitely a class act as far as I'm concerned. It would have been so tempting to make fun of the hag's appearance and odor. That Stephanie is so puffed up with pride that she'd rather take a cab looking the way she does speaks volumes.
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Post by jilt on Apr 9, 2009 20:24:40 GMT -5
Helloooooooooooo, Horsey, I'm really hoping you will give us another fix soon. I love this story and am biting my fingernails waiting for more.
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Post by Horsey on Apr 16, 2009 15:21:15 GMT -5
Satanie is nothing if not predictable! Another great instalment, Horsey. Thank you Thank you jilt. Now that Tax season is over and I have my vegetable garden mostly planted I'll be writing again soon.
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Post by Horsey on Apr 16, 2009 15:22:05 GMT -5
((Horsey))) thanks sugarpie!
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Post by Horsey on Apr 16, 2009 15:25:00 GMT -5
Satanie is nothing if not predictable! Another great instalment, Horsey. Thank you Predictable is definitely the word I would use for the hag! Do you think she already knows deep down inside exactly what happened to her precious little boy and why? Jackie is definitely a class act as far as I'm concerned. It would have been so tempting to make fun of the hag's appearance and odor. That Stephanie is so puffed up with pride that she'd rather take a cab looking the way she does speaks volumes. Awww, yes I do beleive Stephanie does know exactly who's behind Ridge's attack. The question is, what will she do about it? And more importantly, what will be the reprecussions of that!
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Post by jilt on Apr 21, 2009 5:06:52 GMT -5
Looking forward to reading more when your busy life gets a little less hectic, Horsey.
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Post by Horsey on Apr 23, 2009 12:00:55 GMT -5
Stephanie left the hotel. She was in the process of looking around for a cab when an eerily familiar voice spoke her name while at the same time grabbing her arm. Stephanie automatically stiffened in response. “I see you are out on bail Mrs. Forrester.” She looked around frantically. There was no one in sight. Her pulsed raced in response, as she realized that not only was Mr. Golden involved with Ridge’s incident, but that she had been followed. The man chuckled sinisterly. “Did you expect my boss to simply leave Madam? He believes a good defense against unpleasant situations is a good offense.” He shrugged indifferently. “And you madam, are a liability. As well as your son.” Stephanie tried to swallow, but found that her throat was suddenly very dry. Her face was a mask of horror. The man noted the expression on her face, and responded accordingly. “Good you understand. I have a car waiting, shall we go visit your son,” he stated as he firmly led her to a Mercedes with tinted windows which hummed quietly a short way from the main entrance to the hotel. Stephanie threw a desperate look at the building, as if willing Eric to come to her rescue, but at the same time knowing that it was a futile cause. The man quietly closed the door as Stephanie continued to gaze at the hotel.
“Good lord, you didn’t have that waking you up?” Jackie asked as she sat down on the opposite end of the couch that Stephanie had occupied.
“Exactly,” Eric replied and shuddered. “As if I hadn’t been through enough already,” he continued.
“I know it’s all so dreadful,” Jackie agreed. “How was Ridge when you left the hospital?”
“Critical, and they said they would call me if he took a turn for the worst. So, no news is good news at this point.”
Jackie spotted the wine glass still on the bar and nodded towards it. “Ah, you did have a visitor. Is that why Stephanie was so crude?”
Eric paled a bit. While he hadn’t forgotten entirely about Taylor’s mishap, it wasn’t the foremost thought in his mind. Nor did he want to give out to much information to Jackie. After all, he knew that Taylor and Nick were not on the best of terms at the moment. But he reasoned to himself, Jackie would surely find out about it sooner or later.
“Yes, Taylor is staying in my suite until the hotel has another one available. Unfortunately there was an incident with her last night as well.”
Jackie looked a bit uncomfortable for a moment, but quickly regained her composure. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know that Taylor had issues. “What happened?” she asked quietly.
“The doctors said prescription drugs and alcohol,” Eric returned in a quiet tone. “They pumped her stomach, and kept her for observation.” He looked at his watch, “and I’m supposed to pick her up in about a hour. I don’t think she meant to overdose, but she just wanted to escape her pain. Regardless, I’m taking her to a private rehab facility after I pick her up. I think it’s the best place for her at the moment. I can’t imagine how she’s going to feel when she finds out about Ridge. I’m truly concerned for her,” Eric said in a concerned voice.
Jackie was silent for a moment digesting Eric’s story. She sighed, “I didn’t know it was that bad. Despite what I feel about Taylor at the moment, I’m sorry that she’s has relapsed. I’ll tell you Eric, I don’t think she properly handled her involvement in Darla’s death, and she continues to blame Brooke for anything that went wrong in her marriage to Nick.”
“I know,” Eric responded. “I’m hoping a clean environment and some intense counseling will bring her around. If Ridge’s condition doesn’t send her over the edge,” he said grimly concluded.
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Post by jilt on Apr 23, 2009 18:56:07 GMT -5
More fabulous writing, Horsey. Time for Satanie to come face to face with her misdeeds. Yes!!!
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Post by MissJr on Apr 25, 2009 6:54:19 GMT -5
Horsey, I'm glad that you posted another installment! Mr. Golden seems quite sinister in this chapter. I wonder if Stephanie will come out of this particular ordeal in one piece. Anytime someone like that wants to take you for a ride, you never know. I also wonder if anyone will actually miss Stephanie enough to realize that something is amiss. Too bad she's such a disagreeable and nasty piece of work that few people would actually be worried about her. I'm glad that Eric is stepping up and trying to be there for both Ridge and Taylor. Are their children aware of what's going on with their parents? Keep up the good work and I can't wait to see more!
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Post by Horsey on Apr 28, 2009 10:03:35 GMT -5
Nick was stopping at the police station before making his way into the office. He had wanted to speak with Lt. Baker concerning Stephanie’s arrest, and inquire about the designs that were found in her guest house. While Clark had done a wonderful job with Jackie M’s children’s line and was attempting to complete the designs that Carmine had started; Nick wanted the original artwork, which Carmine had kept in his loft safe. Lt. Baker had contacted Nick to let him know that the police had possession of the portfolio during the evening the day before. Lt. Baker had also informed him of his half brother’s beating and subsequent hospitalization. While there was no love lost between the two brothers, Nick couldn’t help but feel a little sympathy for Ridge. It sounded like he was in for a long recovery. Nick was also concerned about how Brooke was dealing with the latest calamity. He knew that although Brooke had cut Forrester out of her life, to the extent that anyone that shared a child could, after 20 years of involvement with the man her feelings ran deep. He had tried to call her before her flight, however Lorenzo had answered and Nick had spoken with him instead. The men in that family certainly are protective, Nick thought. Lorenzo had not let him talk to Brooke directly, but assured Nick that he would relay the message to Brooke. Nick had not heard from her yet, and frankly it was making him just a tad nervous. Nick internally tried to convince himself that she was probably in the air and preoccupied, and that she would call later. However he was on edge. After all his years on the ocean, he had learned that just when the storm couldn’t seem to get any worst, it did. Nick cringed, and thought that he hadn’t talked to his father yet. They weren’t on the best of terms since Massimo was voted out of Marone industries, but his mother had said that she was unable to get a hold of him. Apparently there was no answer on his private cell, and his assistant refused to give up anything other than he was “unavailable.” Nick did have a few other avenues to pursue in regards to his father. He was hesitant, because Massimo was quite a handful, and he really didn’t think the situation in LA needed any more drama. He couldn’t imagine what he would do and say about Stephanie’s apparent involvement with the death of Brooke’s fiancé, let alone Ridge.
Nick thought about all of this as he drove from the Marone Mansion to the Beverly Hills Police Department to meet with Lt. Baker. As he pulled into the parking lot finding a space almost immediately, he thought considered that a trip out on the Marlin was in order. He needed to get away, even if it was just for a few hours. He promised himself to check the marine forecast, and take a short trip out this afternoon. He just had to call Jackie to see if she could baby-sit.
He made his way to Lt. Baker’s office. He stopped at the front desk, and a few moments later Lt. Baker and a striking woman, who didn’t look like she was one to mess with. Nick had seen the look in that woman’s eyes many many times. Although rarely in a woman, usually in a man. Many times on when he was docked at various ports around the world, there were many different types of people, but usually the most dangerous had what he called a “thousand yard stare.” This woman had the same steely glint in her sparkling blue eyes. She was a classic brunette, with long dark wavy hair and fair skin.
“Good Morning Nick,” Lt. Baker greeted. “This is a colleague, Agent Moyer. She’s assisting me on this case.”
Agent Moyer, extended her hand and shook Nick’s with a firm grip. “Nice to meet you Mr. Marone.”
“Nice to meet you too,” Nick responded with little outward emotion, however her hand shake confirmed what he saw in her eyes. He continued on almost immediately, “Agent?” He turned to Lt. Baker, “the FBI are involved?”
“Yes, although I would rather not disclose why at the moment.” Lt. Baker glanced at Moyer, “we believe that there are others involved other than Mrs. Forrester.”
Nick shook his head, and ran his fingers through his hair. “That figures,” he sighed. “she hates to get her hands dirty.”
“Well, I can assure you that we have enough right now to put her away for conceivably the rest of her life,” Lt. Baker stated matter of factually. He glanced at a short man that had just walked into the reception area, and with another quick look at Moyer, who also had seen the man; Lt. Baker motioned for Nick to follow him, and he led Nick and Agent Moyer down the hall to his office.
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Post by sugarpie on Apr 28, 2009 10:06:25 GMT -5
Keep them coming Horsey!!!
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Post by MissJr on Apr 28, 2009 14:27:52 GMT -5
So the plot thickens! Poor Stephanie! On the one hand, she has the LAPD and now the Feds on her tail. Then there's Mr. Golden and his associates to deal with. Talk about a girl's dance card being full! So I guess the question now for our former debutante is which one of her beaus is she willing to waltz with? Hmmm ... jail or possible torture and death at the hands of Mr. Golden's shadowy associates? I bet she wished she had simply minded her business for once and let things just play out to their logical conclusion. You also raised another interesting dynamic with Nick possibly butting heads with the very protective Lorenzo family. I would love nothing better than for Nick to take his beloved boat out for a sail!
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Post by jilt on Apr 28, 2009 17:39:14 GMT -5
Hmn, I wonder who the short man in reception is? Poor Stephanie - NOT! I love this story, Horsey
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Post by Horsey on Apr 29, 2009 10:44:06 GMT -5
Thank you ladies. I'm starting to find my groove again, as well as finding the time to actually sit and type in peace. Things are definately heating up in LA. MissJr your observation about Stephanie is right on the mark. jilt, the gentleman in the reception area has made an appearance in the story before. ahhhh, our beloved sea captain. When I started this story it was when Stephanie pushed Jackie over the balconey, and Nick took Forrester Creations from them. I remember feeling very put out that Bell was trying to make Nick more Ridge like(or at least that was my impression) You'll be seeing more of the original Capt. Payne as the story progresses.
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Post by Horsey on Apr 29, 2009 10:46:29 GMT -5
Lt. Baker shut the door behind Nick, “you said on the phone that you wanted to discuss the custody of the designs, Nick. However, the designs are evidence. We cannot release them to you at this point.”
“I see,” Nick said. He frowned. He had been hoping that he could take the designs with him. “Is it possible that I can at least see them, or my designer. I know it seems trivial, but I do have a showing in just a few weeks. Carmine’s designs are integral for a successful showing.”
Lt. Baker thought for a moment, then responded. “Usually we don’t allow anyone other than lab techs or persons involved with prosecuting the case access to evidence. Let me check with the DA, and I’ll get back to you on the designs.”
“What can you tell me about Stephanie’s involvement?” Nick inquired.
This time it was Agent Moyer that answered. “We can’t really say too much about that at the moment. I can tell you that we believe she’s involved some very shady and sinister people in her plot to undermine your business as well as having Ms. Logan‘s fiancé killed. We also believe that Ridge Forrester’s attack may be linked. This is a very serious matter, and we aren’t at all sure that the worst is behind us yet. You might want to add extra security at your place of business. We’ll provide you with personal protection, and run the names of any new hires at your company by our field office. We’d also like for you to consider spending a few days out of town.”
“Include your mother and son in that trip as well,” Lt. Baker interrupted.
Nick shot a amazed shocked look at the both of them.
“What the hell is going on here?” Nick demanded.
“Nick, calm down,” Lt. Baker soothed. “You don’t need to panic, but we do have to take certain precautions.”
“Mrs. Forrester’s arrest could possibly send the parties that are involved into protection mode. Which means that anyone that Mrs. Forrester is especially close to could be in danger. Given the closeness of you wife and the defendant, your son is a possible target,” Agent Moyer smoothly added as if Lt. Baker and Nick‘s exchanged hadn‘t occurred.
Nick was silent as he digest the implications of this new information. His mind ran through the people he loved most in life, and their current location. This reaction was automatic, it was like breathing. His Captain’s instinct kicked right in, just like when he was facing a crisis on the high sea. Jackie and Alex would be the easiest to protect.
“Brooke,” he whispered unconsciously.
Agent Moyer arched a perfectly shaped eye brow in response. “Ms. Logan is in no danger at the moment,” she quietly inserted. “In fact I believe the safest place for her is with the Rossi’s in Italy.”
Nick looked startled when he heard her response. He hadn’t realized that he had said Brooke’s name aloud. He recovered quickly, “Good, I don’t need to lose my CEO in addition to my designer.”
Moyer and Baker shared a knowing glance, then Lt. Baker continued. “You are aware Nick, that Taylor Forrester was admitted to the hospital last night as well.”
“No, I was not,” was his response.
Lt. Baker walked over to his desk and picked up a sheet of paper. “She came in with Eric Forrester. The doctors said she had ingested a large amount of alcohol as well as prescription painkillers. The doctors said that she had 3 times the normal amount of painkillers in her system. An amount that would kill someone that had not built up an immunity to the drugs. Were you aware of your wife’s habit?”
Nick looked genuinely shocked. He knew that she hadn’t been happy the last year, but had no idea that Taylor had been popping pills.
“No, “ he responded in a terse voice. “I filed divorce papers yesterday.”
“I see,” Lt. Baker responded.
The phone on the desk buzzed, and at the same time Moyer took out her PDA. Lt. Baker answered his phone.
“Yes…..I saw him come in…..give me 5 minutes, then show him in here….Thanks…and tell Riggins that I need him….yes before .”
Lt. Baker looked up to find that Agent Moyer had disappeared. “Nick, I have a man coming in here. He will be your security for the next few days, tell everyone that he’s friend from out of town. He’ll be your right hand and coordinate with myself and Moyer. You can trust him in explicitly. Concerning your designs, as soon as I’m done with this next interview, I’ll call the DA and then Clarke Garrison,” he paused a moment, debating. “I’m going to have another liaison at Forrester Creations just in case”
Nick opened his mouth to respond, when Riggins appeared in the door that Moyer had left opened when she departed.
“Good, Riggins, this is Nick. Nick…Riggins,” the two men appraised each other. Lt. Baker handed Riggins a half inch thick folder. “You two can come up with your own plan, just keep me in the loop,” Baker instructed Riggins. “If you two will excuse me.”
Riggins nodded once, “This way Nick. Let’s discuss possibilites in your car.”
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Post by Horsey on Apr 29, 2009 10:47:39 GMT -5
Stephanie meanwhile was beside her self with fear. For the first time in her long life, she realized that she had gone to far. She actually feared for not only her own life, and her precious Ridge’s life; but possibly her entire family. The thug that had absconded with her at the hotel, had made it clear that if she didn’t keep her mouth shut and do exactly as they asked that would not hesitate to finish the job, completely! He had actually went into great detail to describe what had happened to Ridge. Pushing her to a completely new level of hopelessness and despair. She tried frantically in her mind to push the responsibility of this whole mess on someone else, mainly Brooke, but also Eric, Nick, Jackie, and that Carmine. She struggled internally only half listening to the man, but still paying enough attention that she caught every insinuation and veiled threat. After arguing herself into circles, she had come to the realization that it was her bitterness that had caused her to put the hit out on Carmine. She should have just let it go when Massimo had told her no. The thug, she couldn’t believe that she actually got herself involved with scum like this, made it clear that this was a good by visit with her son. No doubt, to try and scare her even further, and it did achieve the desired affect. She didn’t know how she was going to say good bye, how she was never going to be able to say I love you to him again. One single tear escaped her eye, betraying her emotions and slid down her aged cheek.
When they had arrived at the hospital. Ridge looked much worse than her worst nightmare. The thug wouldn’t let her go in by herself, and since he didn’t appear to be immediate family the hospital staff had refused to let him in. So, she didn’t get the opportunity to say good by. She could only look thru the glass and relay silently what she wished and longed to whisper in his ear.
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Post by jilt on Apr 29, 2009 12:14:07 GMT -5
More great instalments, Horsey. I'm on the edge of my seat here. Damn this is good
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Post by MissJr on Apr 29, 2009 15:53:21 GMT -5
So, Stephanie is actually afraid of something? Good! Had she simply left well enough alone and wasn't such a vindictive and hateful witch, all of this could have been avoided. She reminds me of the tenant who allows known drug dealers to use his apartment to deal drugs in exchange for a piece of the action and then wonders how he could have allowed himself to associate with drug dealing thugs when he suffers some blowback: loss of apartment, loss of freedom, loss of job and violence visited upon himself and other loved ones.
It's only now that Stephanie questions her wisdom of associating with known criminals. And she's genuinely shocked that she got more than she bargained for. Now she can't even say goodbye to her precious baby. I find it quite telling that she doesn't seem to give much thought to her other living children.
Poor Nick! Talk about some serious blowback! Now he has to worry about his loved ones and have someone shadowing him thanks to Stephanie's vindictiveness.
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Post by Horsey on Apr 30, 2009 13:33:06 GMT -5
ok ladies, this is my Friday cliffhanger, even though it's only Thursday. I'll be posting more next week. ;DAgent Moyer had rushed from the office due to an urgent text from one of her own undercover agents. The contact had been placed at the hospital in the same ICU as Ridge Forrester. Lt. Baker suggested a posted guard at Mr. Forrester’s door, however Moyer had convinced him to go with a fully trained nurse in addition to being an agent, Amy. She argued that if they wanted to flush out Golden or any of his associates, they would have to appear to be careless or more importantly clueless. Amy was the one that had alerted Moyer to the arrival of Ridge Forrester’s mother as well as a silk suit clad heavy set muscular man. This alarmed Moyer greatly, as it appeared that Golden’s henchman had not only Ridge in close vicinity but Stephanie as well. Her plan had worked, but perhaps just a little too well. She hadn’t expected Golden to find out about Stephanie quite that quick. One the way to her car, she grabbed one of the detectives from the presinct. All she needed was a another back up. She didn’t want to compromise Amy if she could. Nor did she want a fire fight in the middle of the Intensive Care Unit. They arrived at the hospital in record time, but still a good ten minutes after she’d received the text. Agent Moyer walked into the entrance and made for the elevators. She pushed the button, and impatiently tapped her toe. She appeared to straighten her jacket, but actually pulled the strap free on her under the arm holster. The doors opened and much to the shock of both Moyer and her back up there stood Stephanie Forrester accompied by one of Mr. Golden’s bruisers.
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Post by MissJr on Apr 30, 2009 14:31:49 GMT -5
Horsey, I love your Friday cliffhanger! What a way to end the week! So, will there be a shootout in the ICU area, and will there be any casualties? For Stephanie's sake, hopefully she won't blow it and get her fool self shot in the process. LOL!
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Post by Horsey on May 5, 2009 10:08:13 GMT -5
As the elevator doors opened, Stephanie was amazed to see that snarky Agent Moyer standing in front of her. Stephanie realized immediately that despite her personal loathing for the agent, this was going to be her best and only chance to get away, and possibly save her life. Self preservation was the dominent feeling in her mind, however she was also concerned for not only Ridge but her entire family.
The bruiser had a hold of Stephanie’s elbow and moved forward to leave the elevator. He neither recognized Moyer or the Detective, as he was dressed in plain clothes, and didn’t have his badge displayed openly.
Following Moyer’s lead, the detective stepped back and let the couple pass. It seemed that Moyer wanted them away from the immediate hospital area before trying to apprehend the suspect. The two walked into the elevator, but leaving it immediately.
The detective was actually anticipating Moyer well. She did want the two away from the innocent bystanders. The situation could turn bloody very quickly. Stephanie might deserve whatever may happen, but Moyer always minimized collateral damage on her missions, and this case was no exception. Stephaine, Moyer observed, was an unusual shade of light blueish green, she also obviously was growing more and more paniced as the two walked towards the door shadowed by Moyer and her sidekick. Stephanie shot a frantic glance over her shoulder. She tried to catch Moyer’s eye, however Moyer deliberately ignored her as if she wasn’t there. Playing right into Moyer’s hands, Stephanie started to hyperventilate as she stared straight forward while still being led.
Stephanie couldn’t believe that bitch of an agent wasn’t going to help her. She didn’t even realize that her breathing was becoming more rapid and shallow. This did not however, escape the notice of the bruiser, who was quite use to this type of reaction from his prey. He griped Stephanie’s elbow tighter and leaning down to her ear whispered, “keep it together lady, or I will take you out here and now.”
Stephanie gasped in reaction to the words, she thought as quickly as she could and clutched her heart. Her legs seemingly gave out, and she fell flat on her face much to the chagrin of her captor. He looked down at Stephanie while she started to twitch and flop around the floor.
Moyer chuckled to herself, “Right on cue,” she whispered softly. Moyer leaped forward to close the 12 foot gap that remained between herself and Stephanie, the plain clothes detective following a split second later. The bruiser pulled out his Beretta 45, and leveled it at Stephanie’s head. His attention distracted on the spectacle Stephanie was making. He didn’t realize that Moyer was practically flying through the air and sacked him in such a way that would have made any NFL coach proud. The gun went off, narrowing missing Stephanie head. She actually heard the whistle that only comes from a bullet whizzing very close by. She looked to the side, her faked seizure temporarily forgotten. The bullet lodged into the tiled floor a half an inch from her head. Unable to retain control any longer Stephanie defecated, then fainted.
Moyer struggled with the bruiser. She was at a disadvantage despite her surprise attack. The bruiser still had his gun, and unfortunately she was at the other end of his barrel as he turned his attention from Stephanie to Moyer who had him by the feet. The plain clothes detective however had her back, and had his glock 9mm pointed just inches from the bruiser’s head.
“Don’t even think about it buddy,” the detective stated menacingly. “Drop it,” he commanded as the bruiser narrowed his eyes, and looked down his sight at Agent Moyer. His hand tensed as it dawned on him that he had been thwarted by a woman. His finger itched to squeeze just the smallest amount, and give the bitch a pay back she would never forget. However, his orders precluded him from giving into his own desire. He knew that the boss wouldn’t want the extra heat of the murder of a cop at this point. So he dropped his weapon. Put his hands behind his head, and submitted. As his hands were cuffed and his rights read to him, he was smug. If he had the mind to he could snap this clowns neck in a second even with his hands cuffed.
Medical staff that had witnessed the event rushed to help Stephanie, who was still unconscious on the floor. The detective moved the bruiser away from the immediate scene, as the nurses assessed Stephanie’s condition. A gurney appeared and Stephanie was lifted to be put on it, when she came too. She was a bit disorientated and panicked at first. However she moved her eyes from side to side, and realized that the bruiser was safely in handcuffs, she sat up slowly and started to shoo away the medical staff as they continued to take her vital signs. She was overruled however, and was rushed away to be checked out.
This didn’t go unnoticed by Mr. Golden’s man. He seethed internally, that the old bat had pulled one over on him, and vowed it would never happen again.
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