Sweet Schemes (Read 8,969 times)

[heroicmuse]

Ugh a stupid judge I hope this can be worked out.

So proud of JJ! Glad he got to Ben on time.

[doolfan4life]

Ugh I'd hate to think of that lame hillbilly getting out of another crime
Hopefully they have an idea to stop that from happening

[sudsyclassix]

Friday's episode will be moved to Sunday in a special Sunday-Monday double-header. (I'm running around like crazy yesterday, today, and tomorrow and I want to sit down and write quality content.)
Thanks for your patience!
Love, Suds

[sudsyclassix]

Daniel took the blood pressure cuff of JJ’s arm. “Well, the river beat you up a bit, but otherwise you’re fine.”
“Great!” JJ jumped off of the exam table. “Now can you tell Mom that?”
“You know what your mom’s like,” Daniel shrugged, “she just—”
“Smothers?”
“Worries, your mom worries. Especially when she’s already stressed out, but once everybody finds out Abby didn’t do the drug theft…hey, listen, are you still okay babysitting Parker? Because I have to warn you, he misses Paige. I’ve tried to explain to him why she can’t babysit right now, but first, I’d have to explain it to myself.”
“I know the feeling,” JJ remarked. “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.”
“So will she,” Daniel said, stopping JJ in his tracks. He let go of the doorknob and turned around to face Daniel, who continued, “I met with the speech specialist her grandfather called in from California. He seems like the type of guy who hits the ground running. Have faith, okay?”
“Yeah, right,” JJ muttered. “Faith.”
“I thought I heard your dulcet tones, nephew.” JJ looked up to see his Uncle Steve sitting in the waiting area.
“It’s not my best day,” he admitted. He swung his arm across his body and connected a sucker punch to Steve’s good eye. "But now, I feel a hell of a lot better."
Steve took a step back “What’s the matter?” he chuckled. “Did you want us to have matching faces?”
“I want you to get the hell of Salem,” JJ replied, stomping off to the elevator.
“You know the guy, Steve?” The voice belonged to a man with blond hair and a sharp, chiseled jaw.
“You could say that” Steve answered. “Now it’s my turn to ask the questions. How do know my name? Have you been following me, dude?”
“Don’t be paranoid.”
“Being paranoid is part of my job description.”
“Well, you can relax, my name is Nate Bridges and I work for Dr. Hunter.”
Steve’s tone changed slightly. “Oh yeah? How’s Hollywood treating the homie?”
“ I'll tell you over some grub. You should at least let me buy you a steak for that eye and maybe you could tell me what that was all about.”
“All right, you’re on.”

[heroicmuse]

I fee like I missed something. Why is JJ mad at Steve?

Great chapter though sudsyclassix.

[sudsyclassix]

Oct 30, 2016 10:02:38 GMT -5 heroicmuse said:

I fee like I missed something. Why is JJ mad at Steve?

Great chapter though sudsyclassix .           

You'll find out tomorrow

[sudsyclassix]

Monday
 Nate is treated to some dinner theater at the Brady Pub.

Wednesday
Salemites gather in the gallery for Clyde's arraignment.

Friday
The question of Clyde and Ben's bail is decided.

[doolfan4life]

I was going to say the same thing why is he mad at Steve lol
I'll have to tune in
I hope the both get the chair, just saying

[sudsyclassix]

“I haven’t seen my nephew since he was knee-high,” Steve was saying as he and Nate walked across the square. “In the end, he’s right. I should have come back when my brother died. But I just loved the open road. Enough of this introspective stuff, I starving." He pushed open the pub door.
“Papa!” Joey shouted, hopping down from the bar stool and rushing into Steve’s arms.
“Little dude,” Steve knelt down to accept his son. “Glad somebody’s happy to see me.”
“Papa, what happened to your face?”.
“Oh, this? Just some old grizzly bear I was wrestling, that’s all.”
Joey considered this—his face a mask of five-year-old concentration—then leaned closer to his father and whispered seriously, “I think the grizzly bear won.”
“So do I,” Kim laughed, mussing Joey’s hair as she came around the counter with an ice pack for Steve.
“Who are you?” Joey asked when he heard Nate chuckle.
“Nate is Uncle Marcus’s friend,” explained Steve. “What is it, baby,” he asked when Kim let out a gasp.
“Sorry, I…I guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other. You’re going to be treating my granddaughter, Paige. Anything you want, on the house.”
“Small town,” Nate whistled.
“Like living in a fishbowl,” Steve agreed. “I wouldn’t argue with her, dude. These Brady women are stubborn.”
“Mommy’s a Brady,” Joey piped up. “Is she stubborn too?”
Steve directed his answer to Kayla, who was coming down the stairs from Caroline’s apartment. “She will be if she doesn’t join us.”
“Mr. Bridges,” said Kayla, pointedly. “How are you liking the hospital?”
“Call me Nate. My first day went pretty well, Dr. Brady.”
“Kayla. Say goodbye to Daddy, Joey, we’re meeting Sonny and Aunt Adrienne for dinner. Will you keep an eye on Mama, Kimmie? She’s resting.”
“Sure thing,” Kim saw the question in Steve’s eyes, and added, “I’ll bet Arianna’s one little girl who’s happy to have her daddy back. I thought Will was expecting Sonny next week.”
"That was before things got a little...shorthanded at the club."
"Whoa," breathed Nate, watching Kayla and Joey leave.
 "Actually," smiled Kim, "That went better than I thought it would. Baby steps," she whispered to Steve as she got up to take another order.
"You sure have good dinner theater here in Salem," said Nate. "My dad always said: 'Watch out for the nice ones.'"

[heroicmuse]

Little Joey is so cute! I loved all the interactions in this chapter but that one was my favorite.

[doolfan4life]

I like the dinner theatre comments lol it's so true

[sudsyclassix]

Justin, Kim, and Shane ducked their heads in an attempt to plow their way through the crowd that had assembled on the courthouse steps. It seemed as if the entire town- and definitely the entire press corps- had turned out to see Clyde Weston be arraigned. "I feel like I'm back in LA," she whispered to Shane. "This is O.J. Simpson 2.0."
"Although I bet you're hoping for a different outcome," Nicole guessed, putting a Titan TV microphone in Kim's face. "Does Clyde Weston deserve to die, Mrs. Donovan?"
"Can the soulless be killed?" Kim replied.
"An interesting point..."
"And a perfect soundbite," interjected Justin. "Now go find the public defender and leave my clients alone."
"One client seems to be missing. Where's Eve this morning?"
"Ever think she's holed up somewhere waiting for you vultures to clear off," Sami snapped, swatting at the mic. "Take a hint, Nicole!"
"Actually, that's a damn good question," Shane muttered.
"Relax, honey, she'll be here soon," Kim looped her arm through his and pulled him into the building. "I think..."

Paige was sleeping, the only time she didn't object to her mother's presence in her hospital room. Eve placed a kiss on her daughter's temple and hurried to the corner before her buzzing phone could disturb the peace.
"You've been a naughty girl, Evie," laughed the person on the other side. "Naughty, but ingenious. You get your brains from me, of course."
"You are supposed to be rotting away in a Scottish prison somewhere," Eve hissed. "How did you get my number?"
"Never mind how. Suffice it to say that reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated, which, it turns out, is to your benefit."
"My benefit...how?"
"It's come to my attention that a Mr. Clyde Weston has made a proper nuisance of himself. Xander Cook is an old cellmate of mine. He'd like to make his displeasure known. And so, I gather, would you."
"You've got that right."
"Not to worry, love. Good old Uncle Drew will take care of everything."

 

 

 


 

[heroicmuse]

Ooh... What an interesting twist! I'm worried about what Eve has got herself into Thanks for the chapter sudsyclassix

[doolfan4life]

This is an interesting twist
Looking forward to see where this goes

[sudsyclassix]

Eve burst in through the side entrance, balancing on Rafe’s arm as she hopped on one foot. “You should be in the clear now. Good luck in court.”
“Do I want to know?” Justin drawled, as Eve gave Rafe a smile.
“I do,” remarked Shane. “Where the devil have you been, Eve?”
“She probably wanted to walk here and clear her head a bit,” Kim reasoned.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Eve brushed flyaway hair behind her ear. “I broke my heel in the rush."
“Well, no time for fashion statements.” Justin eyed the beckoning bailiff. "Judge Tyler is not a patient man." Justin took his place at the prosecution table while the others filed into the gallery behind him.
Eve eyed Clyde. He sat next to the defense attorney in a gray suit jacket and light blue tie. "How can a man using a public defender afford clothes like that?" she whispered.
Shane shrugged. "I imagine this isn't his first time in front of a judge." The bailiff boomed over them, charging Clyde Fillmore Weston with the first-degree murder of Serena Mason, the attempted murders of Paige Larson, Roman Brady, and Jack Deveraux Jr., and possession of a controlled substance.
"I just hope the judge isn't fooled," mouthed Kim.
"Clyde Weston isn't fooling anybody," Shane assured her, soon becoming aware of a silence in the courtroom.
"Are we interrupting afternoon tea, Captain," barked Judge Tyler.
"No, Your Honor."
"Good. How do you plead, Mr. Weston?"
"Not guilty."
"The people are asking for remand, Your Honor," said Justin. "The defendant has known connections in Florida, where he's suspected of yet another violent crime."
"There's insufficient evidence to prove my client had any connection to that unfortunate incident," spoke the public defender.
"You and I both know that doesn't mean squat." The venom in Eve's voice was so clear, it cut through the courtroom. "This man gets his power from watching the
life leave people's eyes..." She tried to push her words past the mounting lump in her throat. "...stealing beautiful futures. If a man...if a man can do that without blinking an eye, well, we don't what else he's capable of do we?"
The corners of Clyde's mouth twitched. "I'll tell you one thing I'm capable of: dressing for court. You look like the biggest hillbilly I've ever seen in your stocking feet, and I'm an expert."
"You'll be black and blue by the time I'm done with you." Eve lunged toward the defense table. "How dare you put your filthy hands around my baby girl's neck, you bastard!"
"Order! Order in the court! Someone control that woman!" When the combined efforts of Shane and Rafe had a now crying Eve back in her seat, the judge continued, "While I cannot condone Ms. Larson's theatrics, I tend to agree with her sentiment. "Mr. Weston is hereby held without bail until trial. I urge you to prepare a victim impact statement for that time, madam. And I call on God himself to help poor Don Craig control this circus at trial. Next case."