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Post by Kpatch on Mar 26, 2015 18:59:20 GMT -5
Well said, heroicmuse. The idea and the reality are two different things. You are just making me look more and more forward to … well … more!  |
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Post by fluffysmom on Mar 26, 2015 21:57:11 GMT -5
I wonder if Bev was really beat up.
I liked Chloe and Daniel's conversation. I hope Philip comes to Salem soon. Chloe needs him to lean on.
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Post by heroicmuse on Mar 27, 2015 6:18:08 GMT -5
“Where’d that girl go?” T asked, sliding in behind the counter and dumping the dustpan into the trash. Paige shrugged. “She was bothering you, wasn’t she?”
“Not really,” Paige said. “I’ve learned after lots of bad experiences with her not to let anything she says get to me.”
“If you want, I’ll call Sonny and let him know to put her photo on our Wall of Shame.”
“Wall of Shame?” Paige giggled. “What?”
T gestured to a blank wall behind the register. “Every bar has one. People who harass customers deserve to be publicly shamed. Of course, ours is kind of blank, but if that girl is chasing away a pretty… I mean, a good customer like you, there’s no reason she shouldn’t be the first.”
“That’s not necessary, trust me.” Paige smiled.
“Whoa,” T said. “Two smiles in an afternoon. You know, I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but your smile just lights up your entire face.”
Paige blushed. “Really?”
“Really. So, uh, let’s forget about that girl. Where were we?”
Paige looked down at the bar, not sure what to say. T said, “That’s right. You were pouring your heart out to me about your troubles with JJ and I was offering to take your mind off it by taking you to a basketball game.”
Marissa played with her phone as JJ went on strumming the guitar. He stopped, looked at her. “What?” she said.
“I thought you were recording me,” JJ said.
“And what if I had been?”
“I dunno. Kinda makes me nervous. I mean, I like playing for you and everything, but the whole world’s another story.”
“You’re good,” Marissa said. “Better than you think, and I wish you knew that.” She glanced down at the phone. “But no, I wasn’t recording you. I was thinking about calling Hope back.” She sighed. “You know how I didn’t want to talk?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m kind of ready to now.”
JJ put the guitar down. Marissa bit her lip. “I don’t know where to begin,” she said slowly. “No, that’s not true. I know exactly what I want to say, but I feel weird asking you for advice when we barely know each other. I just… you’re the closest thing I have to a friend, so…”
“Well that’s special.” JJ sighed. “Seriously, Marissa, look, I know we got off on the wrong foot, and that’s probably on me. I just don’t want a Paige situation, but uh, yeah, we’re friends. I mean, if you want to be.”
“I do.” Marissa crossed her arms. “Okay, here’s the thing. Hope has this idea… she thinks if I like, act out what happened to me, it’ll help them catch the guy who did it to me. And I dunno, I mean I know it’s not the same as reliving it, but when whatever cop they have working with me grabs me I’m probably gonna freak out.” She pulled her pills out of her purse and shook the bag. “Though maybe not since I have to be on these.” Marissa shoved the medication back into her bag and said, slowly, while staring at a point over JJ’s shoulder. “If I do this it might help stop him from doing to anyone else what he did to me. So maybe I’m being selfish but I just don’t want to go through with it. And I guess I’m asking, what do you think?”
“Um,” JJ said. “I wish this had never happened to you.”
“Well duh, but it did so that’s a non-starter.”
“I dunno. If you can handle it it’s probably a good thing, especially if the cops can tighten their net around the guy cause of it.”
“So you’re saying I should?”
“I’m not saying anything, except I want them to get him already.”
“I don’t know that they ever will. I’m sorry, JJ, maybe it’s different if you’ve lived here your whole life, but I’m an outsider, and from what I’ve seen, I just don’t trust the cops to ever close this case.”
“Me either,” JJ admitted. “But it’s gonna be okay, Marissa. Even if they don’t get anywhere, I’m gonna get to the bottom of this. This guy’s messed with you and with Rory and if he messes with one more person I care - uh, one more of my friends, he’s gonna be sorry.”
“Hey.” Marissa touched JJ’s arm. “No heroics, not on my behalf anyway.”
“Don’t worry, I’m being careful. But, um… listen, there’s something I haven’t told you, or anybody really.” Marissa’s eyes widened but JJ said, “It’s nothing bad, I swear. It’s just, keep this on the down low cause if too many people know it’ll get in the way. I’m interning over at the news station and, uh, my boss, she’s helping me conduct an investigation on the side.”
“Sounds dangerous,” Marissa said, half flirting, half scared for JJ.
“Nah. I mean, a little… but Nicole, she said she wants me to follow her lead so that she can keep me safe. Anyway, the point is, whether the cops get their act together or not, one way or the other, this guy is going down.”
“I hope so.” Marissa’s eyes widened. “So...do you have any idea who he is?”
JJ nodded.
“And?”
“I can’t tell you yet.”
“Come on!” Marissa’s voice rose; for once she could get angry without tears sneaking in. “It’s not like I’m going to go off the deep end or anything. But the cops won’t tell me their theory either and standing here not knowing anything, not knowing who it is who did this to me… that will drive me crazy.” JJ’s eyes widened. Marissa blinked hard to control some tears that had sprung into her eyes after all. “I just want to know,” she said. “I want to see his picture, to know his name, to find out what the hell kind of animal did this to me. Every night, I feel him grab me when I close my eyes. I hear him whispering threats in my ear. But the face, it’s a blank and if I could just match a face to his ghost maybe I could get some peace.”
“Don’t you think I get that?” JJ crossed his arms. “I feel terrible this happened to you, Marissa. It’s not that I think you’d do anything to him, and if you did honestly I wouldn’t care.”
“Okay…”
“It’s just, the pieces aren’t fitting together yet. I have a couple ideas who’s involved, but my boss, she says we gotta keep them to ourselves til the time’s right, otherwise we run the risk of tipping our hand. I… I’ve kept so many secrets, and it always feels lousy, but Marissa, it’s better this way.”
“Is it? I mean, I won’t do anything...I just want to know.”
“I promise that as soon as I get the green light on it, I’ll tell you. You’ll know even before the cops do. Good enough?”
“I guess it has to be.”
JJ’s phone buzzed. He glanced at it, then packed up his guitar. Marissa’s heart beat fast--had she gone too far? “JJ, wait,” she said. “Please.”
“I gotta go to work,” JJ told her.
“I know. I just… look, I hate that my attack or your past or whatever is always between us. I want us to end things on a good note just once. I… I’m rambling and you have to go.”
“Yeah. You are.”
“What I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry. Can we, like, do this the way normal people do and um... “ Marissa took a deep breath, then said quickly, “How about we forget about all of this and go do something later?”
“So, update… is your girl on board or not?” Jeff asked Cole. They were sitting in Cole’s living room sharing some beers.
Cole hesitated. “I dunno. She’s so hard to read.”
“Don’t give me that BS.” Jeff tilted his head back to down his beer. “Either she’s with us or not. And if she’s not, you know what you need to do.”
“Chill. I got insurance.” Cole lifted his shirt to show Jeff the butt of the gun sticking out of his pants.
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Post by Kpatch on Mar 27, 2015 10:04:24 GMT -5
Even as an outsider, Marissa is on to the cops' lack of ability to close cases. If I were JJ, I'd run for the hills as soon as Marissa took out her prescription bag. I hope he won't regret confiding in her. Cute scene with T and Paige. I think I could learn to like them. I love how you put B players like T and Bev and Cole in prominent roles in this story! Cole and Jeff are getting more and more dangerous. I'm going to need previews heroicmuse. Tomorrow is good |
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Post by heroicmuse on Mar 27, 2015 20:20:18 GMT -5
This is a very exciting week coming up. Something major is going to happen that spins some of the storylines in a different direction. Also one of my favorite Victor scenes is coming up next week.
Here's a few specific previews:
-Rafe makes some connections from Bev's half-story.
-Jeff puts the first step of a sinister plan in motion
-JJ discovers a threat while doing busywork at the station
-Bev and Paige are both caught in the boys’ dangerous web...
-Chloe convinces Daniel to accept Victor’s offer
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Post by André DiMera on Mar 27, 2015 20:43:37 GMT -5
Ooh, sounds like an exciting week ahead, heroicmuse! Thanks for the previews! |
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Post by fluffysmom on Mar 27, 2015 21:57:57 GMT -5
I'm not sure it was a good idea for JJ to tell Marissa that much. Thanks for the previews heroicmuse. It looks like a great week ahead. |
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Post by Kpatch on Mar 28, 2015 13:12:05 GMT -5
I'm so glad Chloe agrees with me about accepting Victor's offer.
Bev and Paige in danger together! Genius.
This story is so much better than what we are getting on air.
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Post by heroicmuse on Mar 30, 2015 6:02:04 GMT -5
Jeff shuddered. “Glad it’s you and not me. You know I hate those things. You really have the guts to use it on her if it comes down to it?”
“Doesn’t matter. I won’t have to. I don’t think she’s got balls enough to defy me if she’s looking down the barrel of this baby.” Cole dropped his shirt again. “Enough about her, dude. I wanted to ask you something else. We need to shift our base of operations. This apartment’s too small and too public. If we do have to take care of...anybody, we need a place that’s out of the way.”
“Don’t worry, dude,” Jeff said. “I’m a step ahead of you, as usual. I got a place, and maybe you’ll see it after we put some plans into motion.” He handed Cole a small phone. “Give this to your girl. Here’s what I want her to do with it.”
“A basketball game?” Paige asked.
“Okay, I guess it was a lame idea. But I - “
“No, I’d love to! As long as - “ Paige’s phone buzzed. She glanced down at it. “Damn it. That’s my mom. I’d better take it.”
T sighed. “Really,” Paige reassured him. “I’ll explain in a minute.” She answered the phone. “Hi, Mom.”
“Where are you baby?” Eve’s voice was so loud Paige was sure T could hear her through the phone.
“I’m on my way back with your medicine. I… sorry, I lost track of time. I stopped to - “
“What’s that noise in the background? You’re not going out clubbing, are you?”
“What? Mom, no. I just stopped for a soda.”
“Are you sure that’s not all you stopped for? You didn’t decide to hook up with JJ again, did you? Or some other boy?”
“I will be there in fifteen minutes to drop off your medicine and get my things. Goodbye.” Paige hung up.
“Wow,” T said.
“Sorry. My mom is a little… well, she cares about me a lot. Maybe too much.” Paige sighed. “I didn’t want your paths to cross until the time was right, which I’m sure you think is never after overhearing that stupid little exchange.”
“Doesn’t bother me any.” T smiled. “Look, Paige, we’re adults. And everyone has at least one crazy parent. So anyway, the important thing is… you do want to come to that game?”
“Sure,” Paige said. “I mean, it’s just a game, right?” She slid off her stool. “I, uh, I hate to leave, but my mom will have an aneurysm if I don’t get her this medicine, like yesterday.”
“Do what you have to do,” T said. “Just leave me your number so I can text you the details. It’s kinda hard to do that without your digits.”
“Right,” Paige said. She wrote out her number for him before she left.
T picked up the piece of paper. As he put Paige’s number into his phone, he said, “Just a game. Right.”
“What do you mean, arrest you?” Rafe asked Bev. “What did you do?”
“I’m sure you can find a reason. It doesn’t matter.” Bev blinked back tears.
“Look, either you have information or you don’t. So how about you stop playing games and tell us what’s going on?”
Bev looked nervously around. Rafe nodded at Hope and she closed the door. “Have a seat,” Hope told Bev. Bev sat down and hugged herself. “Does this have to do with whoever did this to you?” Hope asked.
Bev nodded. “I don’t have time for the whole story,” she said. “But…” she blinked hard again, but a tear escaped anyway. “The thing is - “
“Wait a second,” Rafe said. He handed Bev a tissue. “Wipe your eyes, please.”
“Why?”
“Because something about those black eyes isn’t right, and if you look in the mirror I think you’ll see what I mean.”
Bev had no choice but to do as she was told. The makeup she’d so carefully put around her eyes came off onto the tissue.
“You’re lying to us,” Rafe said. “Wasting our time, pretending something’s happened to you that didn’t.”
“Then arrest me for that!” Bev shouted, desperate to get their attention. “I mean, that has to be a crime, right?” Hope and Rafe looked at each other. “Please,” Bev cried, “you don’t understand.”
“You’re right, we don’t,” Rafe said. “So why don’t you explain to us why you’re so desperate to get into a jail cell.”
Bev looked at Hope. She shook her head slowly and said, “It’s not like you’re going to believe me anyway. I shouldn’t have come here.” She started to get up.
“Wait a second,” Hope said, putting her hand on Bev’s shoulder. “You obviously went to a lot of trouble to get our attention. So even though nobody’s beaten you up--yet--something’s going on. Tell us who’s got you scared.”
“Nobody,” Bev lied. She turned her back to Hope, blinking back more tears. “Forget it.”
“That’s why you want us to arrest you,” Hope said slowly. “You want to make it so this guy can’t hurt you anymore before you really do end up with two black eyes. Honey, we can protect you, but you have to tell us what’s going on.”
“Please...” Bev said. “If I tell you I can’t show my face anywhere in Salem again. The only way I can talk is if you lock me up.” She glanced at the clock behind Hope’s desk. “Oh my God, it’s way later than I thought. I’d better go meet my boyfriend before he figures out where I’ve been.” She picked up her purse and walked out.
Rafe and Hope looked at each other. “See if you can get one of the uniforms to tail her,” Hope said. “Someone’s got that girl spooked, and I have a feeling it might be Jeff.”
Rafe shook his head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Whoever’s abusing her probably told her there’d be hell to pay if she talked to us. That’s why she hightailed it out of here.”
“We can’t just do nothing. She came to us for help, even if she wasn’t able to get her story out to us.”
Rafe nodded. “I know. Nobody’s talking about abandoning her, Hope. I got a better idea, that’s all. Something Rory said… I think I might know who she’s running off to meet. Let me do some digging. As soon as I got a name, we’ll go get the bastard.”
“I hope it’s not too late.”
“Yeah,” Rafe said, staring at the doorway to Hope’s office. “Me too.”
“You’re right,” Daniel said. “Our screwed up relationships are not… they’re not important right now.”
“Yeah. So, Parker’s test?”
Daniel sighed. “I’m not comfortable with it. I put people under every day, I know all the risks… and if he needs surgery, if he absolutely needs it, then yes he should have it. But to have him go through that just to see what the best treatment course is… there has to be a way around it.”
Chloe nodded. “My dad said that it’s a standard procedure, but that’s what doctors say to patients, isn’t it? I mean, ones they don’t know. Parker’s his grandson, not just any patient. I don’t want to go with what’s standard or ordinary or whatever. I want to go with what’s best for him.”
“Tell you what. I’ll do some more research into this. Also, uh, I dunno how to bring this up…”
Chloe crossed her arms. “Better get it over with and tell me then.”
“Victor, uh, he offered to get us one of the world’s top heart doctors. Dr. Collins, she doesn’t come up to his standards.”
Chloe’s eyes widened. “Please tell me you jumped at the chance.”
Daniel shook his head slightly.
“Why? Shouldn’t we get Parker the best?”
“I looked into Dr. Collins and she’s good. But it’s more than that. Victor, he loves Parker and he would do anything for him, but I can’t help thinking… as much as he puts up a good front, Victor’s just as scared as we are, and this is just him throwing his money around to try to fix something he can’t fix. I just don’t think this specialist, whoever they are, is gonna do anything for us that Dr. Collins can’t, and if we take her off the case it’s just gonna cause bad feelings, for what?”
“Who cares about her feelings?” Daniel raised his eyebrow and Chloe said, “Okay, maybe on some level we care about her, but not compared to our son. I never thought I would say this, but I agree with Victor. Fly in the specialist.”
Daniel crossed his arms. “And what if his specialist doesn’t tell him what we all want to hear? Then what?”
“Then at least we still have the best on the case. Come on, Daniel, if it were any other patient…”
“If it were any other patient, I’d be looking at it from a doctor’s perspective. It’s different when it’s your son.” Daniel sighed. “No, I get it, Chloe. I really do. Look, if he really does need surgery, yes, let Victor sponsor the best surgeon he can find. But why play that card now? I trust Kayla and Dr. Collins is backing her up.”
“And you don’t like Victor getting involved. Do you think I do?” Chloe’s eyes were wide and shiny. “But come on, Daniel, let’s not look a gift horse in the mouth, even if it comes from Victor Kiriakis. If you don’t tell him to go ahead, I will, and you know that won’t be pretty.”
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Post by Kpatch on Mar 30, 2015 10:13:45 GMT -5
I'm relieved that Bev wasn't really beaten up. But Cole is worse than Jeff if he's not afraid to use a gun. I hope it's just bravado.
I love Chloe being so strong. Parker is her son too and she has a say in his treatment and choice of doctors.
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Post by fluffysmom on Mar 30, 2015 10:39:03 GMT -5
I liked Chloe saying she would go to Victor to accept his offer if Daniel won't.
Bev must be terrified to go to the police and ask to be arrested.
Poor T. He's always looked at as a friend rather than a date.
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Post by Kpatch on Mar 30, 2015 19:44:04 GMT -5
Poor T. He's always looked at as a friend rather than a date. I felt so bad for T when Paige said "It's just a game." |
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Post by fluffysmom on Mar 30, 2015 19:47:53 GMT -5
Poor T. He's always looked at as a friend rather than a date. I felt so bad for T when Paige said "It's just a game." Me too Kpatch. |
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Post by heroicmuse on Mar 30, 2015 21:18:04 GMT -5
I felt so bad for T when Paige said "It's just a game." Me too Kpatch. Paige really should think twice. After all, T didn't bat an eye at Eve using Paige's phone as an electronic leash. |
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Post by heroicmuse on Mar 31, 2015 4:32:17 GMT -5
Eve was pacing back and forth in her living room, trying not to think about whether Paige was going to show up or not. Stop it, she thought, picking up her phone. She said she would be here soon, and you’ve never known Paige to lie, now have you? She flipped through pictures of Paige on her phone, trying not to think about how much her daughter had changed
There was a loud knock on the door. Eve threw the phone down, ignoring the fear that shot through her. Paige was fine, of course she was fine. She put her hair behind her ear and answered the door.
It wasn’t anybody other than that Jennifer Horton, who said, “Eve, I don’t know what you think you’re doing now but - “
“You know what?” Eve said, trying to keep calm. “My daughter has finally come to her senses and removed your son and his negative influence from her life, so that means I no longer have to put up with you and your tirades. Come back when you’re in your right mind, which knowing you, is going to be never.”
Jennifer pushed her way in anyway. “I don’t know what happened between JJ and Paige, but I do know one thing. My son didn’t father any baby, and for you to take advantage of some poor pregnant girl to try to get her to convince me that her baby belongs to JJ… that’s low even for you.”
“Excuse me?” Eve’s eyes widened and she played with a stray lock of hair. “I know you think your children walk on water, Jennifer, but maybe this should be your wakeup call. Now I feel terrible that you had to find out this way, really I do,but the fact of the matter is, your son is more out of control than he ever has been. He’s impregnating prostitutes and leaving them to fend for themselves, Jennifer! What kind of parent…” Eve’s phone buzzed; she almost dropped it on the floor trying to get to it. “What kind of parent lets their child get away with one thing after another, always making excuses for them? Now if my Paige did half the things your JJ has gotten into - “
“I already know what you’d do, Eve, so don’t even go there. You’re already trying to control her life, so I can’t imagine what you’d do if she was actually in trouble. That must be why she moved out, right?”
Eve gasped. “How dare you, Jennifer Horton? You… you think you’re so perfect when you’ve got two kids and one of them slept with EJ Dimera and the other one is a hopeless delinquent. At least my daughter is going somewhere in life. At least…” Eve glanced at her phone again. “At least my daughter…”
Jen stared at her. “What is wrong with you?” she said, but she didn’t sound angry anymore. “No snappy comeback, no more insults. Okay, Eve, what’s going on between you and Paige?”
“Nothing,” Eve insisted, but Jen gave her a disbelieving look. “Okay, fine, gloat about it Jennifer, since that’s what you came over here to do. You’re right, Paige moved out, but she’s coming back any minute. Just to visit, mind you, but she’ll be here. You’ll see! She may be spreading her wings some but she knows how important I am to her! She’ll be around all the time! Not like your son if he ever gets the courage to break ties with you!”
“Is she really?” Jen asked. “Or is that just in your head?”
“She’s on her way back from the pharmacy. I have a text to prove it. Though she should have been back an hour ago.” Eve sunk down into the couch. “Anyway, any minute now she’ll be turning her key in the lock, and I’d appreciate it if you took yourself back home before she gets here.”
“Um,” JJ said. “You mean, like a date?”
“Not if you don’t want it to be.” Marissa blinked. JJ didn’t respond and she said, “Seriously, JJ, you finally admitted we were friends, so that’s good enough.”
JJ played with his phone. “Tell you what,” he said slowly. “I gotta get going but, um, I’ll call you later, okay?”
Marissa nodded. JJ walked off. How could I be so stupid? she thought.
“Here it is,” Rafe said, pointing to a line in his notes. “Rory said he was watching two kids make out in the woods when the robber came up behind him. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, figured it was just some ridiculous drama that had nothing to do with the case.”
“But now you’re thinking otherwise?”
Rafe nodded. “I’d bet almost anything that the girl who just ran out of here was the same one Rory had his eye on. Now, he wouldn’t give me her name, said she didn’t see anything, but he did let slip that her boyfriend’s bad news. Said the kid’s name was Cole.”
Hope frowned. “Did he say anything else?”
“He was reluctant and I didn’t press. Like I said, at the time I didn’t think it was important.” Rafe scanned Hope’s face. “You got any intel on this Cole character?”
“If he’s the one I’m thinking of, yes. We’ve had more run-ins with him than I care to remember. Mostly petty stuff, but there’s something about that kid I just don’t like.”
“Hmm… let me run by you what I’m thinking and you tell me if he’s capable of this.” Hope nodded and Rafe said, “We were thinking the attack on Rory was more personal. So maybe this Cole guy, he’s the one with the grudge. He hooks up with Jeff, they start robbing people together. Maybe Cole has something personal against all the victims, I dunno. The point is, they’re in it together and when it comes to Rory, Cole drags his girlfriend into it. Now maybe she knew what was going down, maybe she didn’t, but Cole arranges it so he and the girl are kissing in front of Rory, knowing Rory won’t like it… and while he’s busy trying to decide what to do about it, Jeff grabs him. Sound like something Cole could do?”
“It’s within the realm of possibility.” Hope reached for her phone. “Let’s bring Roman up to speed, see how he wants us to move forward.” Just then, her cell rang. She glanced at it. “I gotta take this.”
“Go for it. I’ll go talk to the boss.” Rafe got up.
“Hi Marissa,” Hope said into the phone. “Thank you for getting back to me. What did you decide? Great. I’m glad you feel comfortable enough, and we will definitely have Dr. Evans here to make sure you’re all right. See you tomorrow. Oh and Marissa? Make sure you take it easy tonight. We will catch this guy. I promise.”
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