Theresa rolled Ivy onto the balcony of her home. She had likely overdone it by walking into the Forrester board meeting, but she had thought that the wheelchair would make her look weak. Then Pam walked in and ruined everything anyway.

She needed out of Los Angeles. Perhaps out of the US completely. She could always go back to Australia.

"I was wondering when you would get home." A male figure joined her on the balcony. Ivy looked up at Ricky Williams and bit back a laugh. Why was he here? Did he really think he was important enough to her to show up uninvited to her home?

"Can I help you?" Ivy asked as she turned her attention back to the blue water of the of Pacific Ocean. She was so going to miss this beautiful view.

"I wanted you to know that RJ is on his way to a clinic in New York. We'll never have to deal with him again." Ricky breathed deeply and Ivy pulled out her phone. Even though Theresa was silently waiting on the balcony with them, Ivy sent her a text message. Encrypted, of course.

Ivy chuckled as she put her phone away. Theresa excused herself, saying something about giving them privacy. Ricky leaned forward so that his forearms rested on the railing. The wind played with his hair.

"I'm actually going to miss that crazy twink." Ivy leaned back into her wheelchair, grateful for the modern medical miracle that was painkillers. "He was amusing."

"He really was," Ricky agreed with a grin. He turned to look down at Ivy. "So, what do we do now? Do we take over Forrester? L&M?"

"'We' do nothing," Ivy said cooly. "But you can say goodbye."

"Why would I do that?" Ricky asked, clearly confused.

Theresa appeared in the doorway to the balcony, holding a firearm. "Because you just used up your last life."

The gunshot was quieter than expected, Ivy having learned to invest in silencers, but the bullet still struck Ricky in the chest. He fell back into the railing, toppling over it and falling to the water below. Theresa threw the gun after him, then took off her gloves.

"What now, Boss?" She asked, looking at Ivy expectantly.

"Now we find something new to do. I'm bored with these people."

B&B

"...RJ Logan has been declared dead after the vehicle transporting him to a facility in New York drove off the road and into the ocean."

Steffy turned off the TV. Her leg was killing her, but she ignored it as best she could.

The last thing she wanted was for her brother to be dead. As infuriating as RJ was, he was still her brother. And he didn't even have the decency to die before fucking over her company.

Almost immediately, her phone started to blow up with text messages and social media notifications. Pissed, Steffy threw her phone against the wall and screamed. She didn't know what to do. She was out at Forrester and now she couldn't devote herself to revenge against RJ because he was dead.

"What's wrong?" Bill asked, coming into the room to check on his lover. Steffy appreciated his company.

"RJ died," she informed him dully. "RJ died in a car accident. And I don't know how to feel about it."

"You don't have to feel any way except how you feel," Bill told her. He joined her on the sofa, careful not to jostle her injured leg.

"His last act was to give Ivy all of the Forrester stock he stole from my dad, Bill. He spent the last year reigning terror on my entire family for no reason. And now he's dead." Steffy adjusted herself so that she could lay her head on his chest. "And my other brother stole my company from me. I just don't know what to do about any of it."

"I don't know about your brothers, but you can always come work with me at Spencer Publications. We would be lucky to have you," Bill assured her. "You would be able to control how the public views the new leadership at Forrester, not to mention L&M."

As she twirled her fingers up in Bill's shirt, Steffy thought about her options. And she found herself smiling.

B&B

"It's okay to miss him," Maya told Noah as she hugged him. They had heard the news about RJ and she could tell her boyfriend was shaken by it. "This has been a tough year for you. For all of us, really."

Noah grabbed at Maya's shoulders as if they were a lifeline. She rubbed his back and just let him be silent. As much as she didn't want to, Maya had to admit to herself that seeing Noah look so upset by the death of his ex made her feel insecure. Would he feel the same way about her if she died? Would someone be there comforting him the way she was? If so, who would it be?

They were thoughts Maya didn't want and would never voice aloud.

"I knew he was going down a dark path, Maya," Noah told her as he pulled away. He looked sad but he wasn't crying. "He was so broken. So hurt. But I never once thought he would actually die. Not even when he married that psychopath Ricky."

"Do you think Ricky had anything to do with RJ's death?" Maya asked, knowing full well that Noah did.

"It wouldn't surprise me. Not after everything else he's done." Noah's eyes got hard as he thought about it. "I wouldn't put anything past that man. Did you know the reason RJ was in that vehicle to begin with was because he was being committed? That's what TMZ reported."

"I can't say RJ didn't need it," Maya mused as she thought back to their confrontation at the Newman ranch. The young man was more than out of his mind. "He didn't deserve to die, nobody does, but he clearly needed help. Hope and the rest of the Logans tried to get him help, if you'll recall."

"We should've tried harder." Noah hung his head and his shoulders drooped. Maya could feel the guilt and anger radiating off of him, and it hurt that she didn't know how to help him. "Someone could have gotten through to him. Instead, we all just gave up."

"He was a grown man who made his own bed," Maya reasoned. "Nobody is responsible for what RJ did other than RJ. Mental illness doesn't mean you aren't responsible for your actions."

Noah looked exasperated. "Maya, he literally had no control over what he was doing when Nicky was in control!"

"But he had agency when he was in control, Noah. This is a tragedy but it's nobody's fault. It's not your fault." All Maya could think to do was shake some sense into Noah, but she knew it wouldn't work so she continued to give him space.

"I just don't know."

With that, Noah sighed and left the room. Maya just continued to stare at where he had been.

B&B

The room was dark and RJ was sore. He didn't know where he was or what time it was. All he knew was that the handcuffs binding him to his chair were digging into his wrists.

"Whoever the fuck you are, you made a big mistake." RJ shouted into the darkness. He knew his threat was hollow, but he hoped that it would draw out whoever had him.

As if to prove him right, the darkness was broken by a door opening and light spilling into the room. Soon, an overhead light flickered into life and two women entered the room. RJ didn't recognize either one.

"You're legally dead," one of them, an older white woman with a British accent, told him. "The entire world thinks you died when your car went off the road. You might very well be dead if we hadn't gotten to you first."

"We're not gonna hurt you." Another woman, this time a middle-aged black woman, assured RJ. Were they playing good cop/bad cop? "We had to fake your death because we need your help. There's a very good chance you wouldn't have gotten out of that clinic alive."

Suspicious, RJ peered at the two women. "How do you know so much about where I was going? Do you work for Ivy?"

The British lady looked offended by the accusation, but it was the black woman who spoke. "No, RJ, we don't work for your cousin. Far from it. We're actually here to bring her down, and we need your help."