Author's Note: This story is based on the soap Days of Our Lives, the story of Steve and Kayla. I decided to write this story because the powers that be at Days will celebrate 50 years this year. I believe one part of remaining on the air for that long is the phenomenal writing of the story line between these two characters – the other was the stellar performances done by Mary Beth Evans & Stephen Nichols.
This is my feeble attempt at honoring that storyline.
I do not own Days of Our Lives and the following story is strictly for entertainment purposes only.
Somewhere in Alabama –
Angelica opened the door. It was a beautiful day. The previous night's rain had washed away the thick yellow pollen that clung to the pines around her home and left a crisp clean scent in its wake.
She had been so preoccupied by the day, she almost tripped over the small package left near the steps of her home.
Her heart began to pound and her stomach clenched. She chose this location for one reason – privacy.
Angelica quickly scanned the tree lined path leading up to her home. She sectioned it off, the way she'd been trained, making note of colors and shapes, anything that looked out of place then checked each section again.
Nothing.
Yet somehow, despite the discreet and elaborate security she had installed when she moved here, someone had managed to leave the small package wrapped in plain brown paper. She slowly reached for it, careful to check for any signs or smells of explosives or chemicals. Satisfied there was none she turned her attention to folded newspaper beneath the package.
She sucked in a quick breath.
The Salem News.
Her knees gave way and she slowly sank to the steps as she stared at the headline.
She had traveled all over the world, seen and done things most people only dreamed of, but the one place and only person she'd successfully avoided was staring back her from the black and white pages of the Salem News. She began reading about the new abuse center opening near the docks. The new construction was to be bigger than its' predecessor, with a children's center and medical ward for those in need.
She continued reading. One name glared back at her. Kayla Brady Johnson.
She read it again, Dr. Kayla Brady Johnson.
No mention of her husband Steve.
Angelica bit her bottom lip. The stories she'd heard must be true. Kayla and Steve were divorced.
Angelica looked at the package. She wouldn't need to return to Salem if Steve wasn't there. Kayla would be okay with family – but if Steve were returning with her…
She tore the paper from the package, the black lacquer box gleamed in the morning sun. Angelica took a deep breath and slowly tugged the top off.
Damn.
She stood and hurried inside, snatching her cell from the kitchen counter and punching the numbers for the airport.
An hour later she felt the familiar tug of the plane leaving the Birmingham airport. Once the plane leveled out and the flight attendant began her rounds, Angelica reached into the pocket of her jeans.
She rotated the object, allowing her fingers to move slowly over its edges. The leather straps were long and thick.
Angelica looked out the window at the sea of white clouds.
She'd go in undercover. No one needed to know she was there.
She sighed and whispered, her breath fogging the window, "Well Steve, I wonder who got close enough to you to take this?"
Angelica stuffed the eye patch back into her pocket.
She didn't have the answer…..yet.