In the middle of Sami and Nicole's not so productive scheming session to figure out a way to track down the men that had gone missing, Henderson came into the living room and cleared his throat dramatically.
"Madame, you have visitors that request your presence at the door," he told her in a stiff voice. Nicole looked up and him and scowled, gesturing with her hand for him to leave the room.
"It's probably no one important. Just tell them to leave, I'm in the middle of something here," Nicole ordered her butler in the regal, condescending tone she used with all the servants in the mansion.
"I'm afraid that won't sit well with these visitors," Henderson responded regretfully, "They've made it very clear that they are here for a reason and that things are urgent. You really should go speak to them at once."
Nicole threw up her hands in exasperation and rolled her eyes at Sami, "Fine but I'm going to make this quick. Whatever their urgent matters are, they can't be more urgent than mine. I really hate having to waste my time on this." She got off the couch and started towards the door. Not knowing what else to do, Sami followed her, only to see her aunt and uncle standing at the door, tense expressions on their faces.
"I should have known it was you," Nicole spat out angrily, "What the hell do you want, Bo?"
"You don't sound happy to see me," Bo noted with seemingly forced control, "But I guess that's to be expected, due to your current circumstances."
"Circumstances?" Nicole repeated blankly, "What are you talking about now?"
"You know what I'm talking about," Bo shoved past Nicole roughly and paced back and forth in the entrance to the mansion, "Where are they? Don't just stand there looking at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. Tell me where they are right now, I don't want to have to know they're somewhere in this house suffering for a moment longer than I have to."
"It really would be easiest if you just told us where you're hiding them right away," Hope piped up, her voice lower and more even than her husband's and yet still managed to match the amount of hostility and anger Bo's voice contained.
It seemed to sink in what they were talking about and Nicole shook her head in disbelief, taking a step away from Bo, "Jesus Christ. What the hell is your problem? How can you keep pinning the blame on me for everything? I don't have your son hostage and I definitely do not have anyone else held hostage either."
"Bullshit," Bo retorted, "Stop playing with us. We just want our son back. Don't you think you've shaken everything in this town up enough, don't you think you've already caused enough problems?"
"Right, everything that goes wrong, every problem in the whole wide world is always caused by me," Nicole struck back, her temper rising to rival Bo's, "Why don't you go after some real leads instead of trying to pin all the blame for everything on me? You seriously have permanent PMS or something."
"Yeah? Well, you're a spoiled little rich girl that has too much free time." Bo snapped childishly.
"Maybe I am. What are you going to do about it? Want to entertain me?" Nicole taunted him.
"No, thank you. I think you've already got enough men stashed somewhere in this mansion that you're using for entertainment purposes." Bo told her.
"Get over yourself!" Nicole shouted, her face turning red with anger, "I don't have anything to do with these disappearances. I want these men found just as much as you do so stop accusing me of something I'm completely innocent of. I've lost people too, you know. I am a victim, no matter what you choose to believe."
"Really?" Bo cocked an eyebrow, "Then you won't mind if we look around a little bit, starting with your bedroom?"
Nicole's teeth gnashed together and it took all of her self-restraint not to spit in the arrogant police officer's face, "Bite me. You can search till doomsday, fool. You're never going to find anything, you stupid shithead."
"Nicole!" Hope cut in with a sharp, reproachful look, "I don't think angering him further is going to do any good."
Bo shrugged his shoulders, as if in preparation for the search he was about to put into action and he cast a parting dark look at Nicole, "You think I'm mad now, just wait until I find the proof I need that will tell me that you are, without a doubt, responsible for my son's disappearance."
He began stomping up the stairs with Hope, Nicole and Sami close behind him. Even Sami was getting annoyed with her uncle's attitude and tried to reason with him herself, "Bo, stop this! There is no reason for you to search for anything, you know Nicole didn't do it. It couldn't be her, she wants Brady back as much as you want Shawn back and as much as I want the father of my son back. Why don't you leave now before you make yourself look like a total idiot?"
"You mean he hasn't done that already?" Nicole commented wryly, earning herself another scathing glare from Bo and Hope.
Having spent a lot of his time harassing Nicole, Bo already knew where her bedroom was located in the mansion. He yanked open the door and strode inside, his eyes peering around to look for signs of evidence that Nicole was holding the men captive. He started by going over to her closet and riffling through her clothes. Once he finished that, he whirled around and began going through her dresser, while Nicole and Sami watched him in disgusted silence. Hope stood beside him, peering into the dresser a little herself.
"Find anything?" she asked after a moment.
"Not yet," Bo admitted, slamming the final dresser drawer shut, "But I will. Don't worry."
He stepped away from the dresser and turned around, inwardly debating where to search next. After a few seconds, he went over to the bed and lifted the ruffles covering the empty space underneath the bed. After a moment, he stiffened, then turned back around to face Hope.
"You brought gloves, right, honey?" he asked, his voice strained from anger. Hope nodded and handed him a pair of gloves warily.
"Bo, what is-"
The look in his eyes warned her not to say anything else and he snapped on the rubber gloves and went back underneath the bed. A moment later, his hand yanked a pair of plaid boxers out from under the bed.
"Whose are these, Nicole?" Bo asked in a mock-pleasant voice. Nicole looked stunned for a split second before regaining her cool and finding her voice.
"They're Brady's, of course." she answered, her voice never wavering, "We were beginning to get quite... intimate before he disappeared. Those must have gotten kicked under the bed in our haste to, well, get each other naked."
"That's kind of too much information," Sami remarked, cringing at the thought of Brady and Nicole doing the nasty.
"Are these Brady's too?" Bo demanded, waving a red pair and a black pair of boxers in her face. Nicole just nodded, a weak smile on her face.
A few moments later, Bo grunted with both satisfaction and horror, "I really don't think these are Brady's," he said, turning to show the boxers to Hope, "Look familiar?"
Hope's mouth formed a soundless O and she clamped her hand over her mouth, "Shawn's spiderman boxers." she cried, "I remember seeing those when I did his laundry one time. I teased him about them and he just laughed and said 'Variety is the spice of life.' God, Bo, I miss him so much," Hope added tearfully, then turned to Nicole, "What have you done with him?"
"Wait, we're not finished yet," Bo informed the three women in a loud voice, pulling out a familiar looking pair of boxer-briefs and Sami gasped upon seeing them.
"Those are- those are Lucas' boxers," Sami turned to stare accusingly at Nicole, "You stupid bitch! How could you do it? How could you fake trying to help me find him when you had him stashed somewhere all along? What, you were trying to make a fool out of me?" Sami grabbed Nicole's shoulders and shook her, "Where is he? Where is he?"
"Sami, get a grip," Nicole pushed away the frantic woman, "Don't jump to conclusions like these two. What happened to 'innocent until proven guilty'? Or do those rules not apply to me? Or maybe they just don't apply in Salem at all."
"I think you're been proven guilty." Bo got to his feet after pulling out three more pairs of boxers, meaning he had found a total of eight boxers. Eight boxers and eight missing men. What an amazing coincidence. He advanced on Nicole until he was standing only a few inches away from her.
"So, Nicole, I really think we should do this the easy way," Bo began, "You tell me where you're hiding all these guys right now and I'm sure you'll get a shorter jail sentence. Or you can not tell me anything and stay locked in jail until you spill the beans, which would be pretty stupid on your part."
"The only stupid one here is you," Nicole returned, crossing her arms over her chest stubbornly, "And I don't have to tell you anything because I don't know anything. Now, why don't you do me a favour and get off my property?"
"If that's the way you're going to be, then I guess I have no choice," Bo said, wrenching Nicole's arms behind her back and handcuffing her wrists together.
Nicole sat on the small cot in her claustrophobia-inducing jail cell, ignoring the screams being directed at her from on the other side of the bars. She was kind of relieved that she had her own jail cell instead of having to share with those women Marlena had shared her jail cell with. But the only reason Nicole got her own cell was because the other prisoners were afraid she would go horny-crazy without her kidnapped men around and would start trying to seduce them instead.
And then Bo had also decided to be an ass and let Mimi, Sami, Belle, Kate, Jennifer, Lexie and Bonnie all downstairs to scream at her. Word had spread quickly that Nicole was 'hiding' the eight men that had gone missing and now everyone was on Nicole's case and yelling at her to let them go.
"Give me back my son!" Bonnie screamed angrily through the bars.
"And give me back all three of mine!" Kate added.
"I always knew you were going to be trouble," Belle put in, "I never understood why the brother of someone as perfect as me would waste his time with someone as flawed as you. I hope Brady never speaks to you again after this."
"You evil whore!" Sami raged, shaking the bars furiously, "You better tell us where you've hid all the guys. I'll make sure you pay for this as soon as I can get my hands on you."
Nicole turned to face the wall, thoroughly sickened by every one of these woman, especially Sami. And I thought I could team up with that bitch? God, she's such a back-stabber. Of course, she's probably thinking the same thing about me. And it's all Bo's fault. Well, screw him, Just wait until he finds out who's really responsible for this mess. Then he'll be sorry. And I hope he figures it out fast but knowing him, that's probably not going to happen.