"I think I've been more than patient, 'Eden'," Bill told the woman. "I've been waiting for you to do something. Anything, really. And all you've done is waste my time. Don't try to sell me on the elevator thing, either. I saw the video. You were pathetic. For someone who claims to work for Victor Newman, you aren't very good at your job."

"My job isn't to break up Noah and RJ, Bill. It's to get Noah back. He was my fiancé. We were supposed to get married."

"I'm sure it's fascinating, your whole life story, but I really don't care. Because unless you want me to tell the whole world who you are, unless you want to try explaining what happened to the real Eden Baldwin, you will step things up. I want you to sleep with Noah Newman. Tonight. And then I want you to tell the world that Ridge Forrester made you do it."

"What changed, Bill? You were content to let me go at my own pace. I was making progress. Why spoil everything I've done?"

Bill played with his necklace. He laughed. "RJ Logan happened. I still want Ridge Forrester away from my niece, but that's become secondary. RJ tried to destroy his father, and while I would normally find that admirable, he also came after Caroline. I won't let that go unpunished. I've already started setting things in motion to dismantle his company. Logan & Moore will soon be nothing, but that isn't enough. I need that brat himself left in ruins."

"Are you telling me RJ was the one who leaked the audio of Ridge Forrester and your niece? Why haven't you released that information? You own a publishing company."

"Oh, I will. Trust me on that. Every dirty secret RJ Logan has will be dragged out into the light with enough time. When I aim to destroy someone, I go for total annihilation. Which you will learn if you disappoint me."

It was the woman's turn to laugh. "Bill Spencer, you need to learn who you can and can't threaten. You told me once that you weren't afraid of me or Victor Newman, but you really should be. You're good at what you do, but Victor is the best. Nobody has ever beaten him. You won't be the first."

"No, I won't," Bill agreed, leaning on his desk and looking into the woman's eyes. She was deadly serious. It amused him. "But someone already has beaten Victor Newman. That person was RJ. You wouldn't be here if that wasn't the case."

"That was one battle, Bill. Victor Newman doesn't care about battles: he plans to win wars. And you made yourself Victor's enemy when you blackmailed me. We already have a contingency plan in place to deal with you, should you get too far out of line. Just know that."

"I'm sure you two think you have something, but you're underestimating me. I didn't get where I am by being afraid of little girls and old men, Courtney." After saying her name, Bill leaned back in his seat and waited to see her reaction. She smiled.

"I never said it was just the two of us, Bill. It never was. But I'll seduce Noah tonight, because the thought of destroying RJ amuses me. But this is the last time you will ever speak to me like this."

B&B

There was another knock on the door, and Noah was certain that it was RJ. He had been telling himself that all day, that his boyfriend would come home. When he got to the door, he peered through the peephole just to be safe. Nobody else could know Maya was there. After confirming that it was RJ, Noah spared a glance to the bathroom door, where she was taking a shower.

"You're okay," Noah said happily after opening the door. He hugged his boyfriend, pulled him inside, and shut the door. "You forgot your phone, and you didn't come home last night. You promised me you were going to stop doing this kinda stuff!"

RJ didn't say anything. He just looked up at Noah. Then he kissed him. Or, rather, he tried to kiss Noah. The moment his lips touched Noah's, RJ lost the ability to stand. His knees hit the floor loudly and he let out a sob that broke Noah's heart.

It was obvious he was taking it hard, everything happening with Ridge. Noah didn't know how to help. Even though he had been through it, his mother had been dragged through the press on countless occasions, Noah had never been the cause of it. He'd never sold a story on his mom to further his career or get revenge.

Noah didn't know how to help RJ with his guilt, so he just held RJ and let him cry. It was all he could do.

Then RJ stopped crying. He pushed Noah away, pushed him to the floor. "You don't get to touch me anymore." His voice was still wet and raw, but it was also hard. RJ's stare was stone, even as tears continued to fall down his face.

"What?" There was nothing else that Noah could think to say. "RJ?"

"I thought I could... Maybe we... But no. It's no use." RJ rose to his feet and walked away from Noah. He grabbed his phone from the charger. Noah just sat on the floor, confused, and watched. "I forgot this."

"That's all you're going to say?" Noah stood and stared at his boyfriend. He was mad. "You disappear for almost two days, and when you come back you don't want me touching you? You forgot your fucking phone?"

"I thought we could work it out. When I saw you, I realized just what I'd done. I thought I was garbage. But you're just as bad as me. No, you're worse. You can't keep any of your damn promises. You're just like my dad."

RJ put his phone in his pocket and started to storm past Noah and out of the loft, but Noah grabbed his arm. "What the hell are you talking about? RJ, I know you leaked the tape of your dad and Caroline, but I don't care about that right now. I care about you. Where were you? What is going on with you?"

"Isn't it obvious?" RJ pulled out of Noah's grasp and looked at something off to the side. His eyes narrowed and he looked back up into Noah's eyes. "I'm leaving you. You can have the loft and the internship at Spencer. You can have everything in here. I don't care. But you can't have me. Not anymore. I hope she was worth it."

Then RJ stormed out of the loft. Noah wanted to chase after him, ask him what he was talking about, but his feet didn't want to work. He couldn't move. How did RJ find out about the elevator thing? How did he not know that Noah had turned Eden away? He had chosen him!

By the time Noah was able to unstick his feet from the floor and give chase, the elevator doors were already sliding shut. It had already started descending and wouldn't change course, no matter how many times Noah pounded on the button. He ran back into the loft and grabbed his phone.

It rang twice before going to voicemail. Noah hanged up and called again, but it went straight to voicemail the second time. He left a message begging RJ to call him, swearing up and down that Eden wasn't an issue. Then he dropped his phone.

Maya's coat was on the bed and her shoes were on the floor next to it. Noah had never... He hadn't told RJ that Maya was staying with them. His boyfriend didn't know about what happened with Eden. All RJ knew was that he came home to Noah in alone in the loft with a woman who was in the shower. There was a way to fix it: there was the truth.

Noah went back to the elevator. RJ didn't drive. He would have to call a cab, which meant there might still be time to catch him in the lobby. If he caught RJ in time, he could explain everything.

But when the elevator opened, Noah gasped. No matter how many times he blinked, Eden was still there.

Then she pulled him into the elevator and kissed him. The door closed and Noah never even felt the needle go into in his neck.

B&B

"HOW DARE YOU?!" Layla yelled, throwing open the door to Ridge's office. She slammed the door behind her and stared down both Ridge and Caroline. She hadn't seen them the day before: Ridge had hid in his office and Caroline hadn't come into Forrester at all. And Rick was supposed to be backing her up, but he begged off at the last second to make a phone call. Layla was facing them alone. It was just as well. "Who the hell do you two think you are?"

Caroline looked at Ridge. "Can you translate that for me? I don't speak Ebonics."

It took everything Layla had to not slap Caroline. After the headlines, after being publicly shamed, she hadn't changed at all. It wasn't exactly a surprise. These were the people who had outed Maya just to be petty.

"Let me put it into basic white bitch words," Layla spat. "Like, oh my god! I can't even with you two outing Maya! Where is my pumpkin spice latte? I really can't!"

"That's racist!" Caroline whined to Layla. "Just because I'm white, that doesn't mean I like pumpkin."

"What do you want, Layla?" Ridge asked before he scraped out the last spoonful of a tub of butter and sucked the spoon clean.

"I want you to explain to me why you thought it was okay to out Maya. How horrible can you two be?"

"What makes you think we outed her? I mean, Melissa had all kinds of enemies. Don't go accusing people of things when you have no proof, Leslie." Caroline sat on Ridge's desk and stared Layla down. "Besides, while I may hate Morganna, I would never out her. I grew up with two moms in New York. I know how cruel the world can be to people who are different."

"And you?" Layla looked to Ridge. She didn't want to believe it, but Caroline seemed sincere. She may have been a racist cunt, but Caroline did have a point about her two moms. It wasn't like she was Layla's old friend Oliver, who had had a super conservative upbringing.

"How would I have even found out?" Ridge asked with a shrug. "Why would I even bother with Maya? I spent all day yesterday trying to undo everything RJ did."

Layla blinked and took a step back. RJ? What had RJ done? He had volunteered to take the fall if anyone got to close to figuring out who was really behind the tape leaking, but surely he wouldn't...

"What about RJ?"

"You didn't know?" Ridge asked Layla. He laughed, but his heart wasn't in it. "RJ leaked the tape. He's the one who did this to Forrester."

"He did?" Caroline gasped, drawing Layla's attention. "Why would RJ do that to us? Why wouldn't you tell me?"

Stepping back, Layla listened to what Ridge was saying but needed to be able to leave at a moment's notice. Rick needed to know what his brother was doing.

"I didn't know how to tell you. Yesterday, when I went to see RJ, he confessed to doing it. That snow globe he gave me was bugged." Ridge was looking at Caroline and Caroline looked ready to cry. Neither one was paying attention Layla.

"So the apology... Everything he said was a lie?" Caroline looked heartbroken and Layla started to question if they had done the right thing, bringing RJ into the fold. They could have done it without him.

"I'm so sorry, Caroline. RJ isn't himself. He started throwing things and he even attacked Taylor! We tried to calm him down, but he fled out into the street. My son isn't well. And yesterday, he even came here to Forrester."

Layla blinked and started listening even more intently to what Ridge was saying.

"Why was he here? Ridge, what did RJ do? What did we do to him?" Caroline sounded scared. She looked hurt and terrified and Layla felt her anger towards them begin to dwindle. Ridge and Caroline were horrible people, but they were still people. In the rush to get them out of Forrester, she had forgotten that.

"We don't know why he came here." Ridge grunted and retrieved a box of Slim Jims from a nearby filing cabinet. "We think he's upset because of Katie. He and Katie are really close. Or they were when I was with her. I had made him a lot of promises after Katie and I got engaged."

"And he blames me for breaking you two up?"

"I don't know what he's thinking, Caroline. The things he said to me and Taylor, the things he told Steffy yesterday when he was here at Forrester... It sounds like things are becoming too much for him. I don't thinks he's in a good place with Noah, either. RJ isn't well, and if we don't get him some help, I'm afraid he might really hurt somebody. If only Taylor hadn't gotten that call about some emergency patient."

That was all Layla needed to hear. They hadn't just made a mistake involving RJ in the plan. It was a colossal error. Layla didn't know the kid that well, and to hear Rick talk they were little more than strangers. She had to find Rick. They had to find some way to figure out how to help RJ. If he cracked, if he hurt himself because of what she had asked him to do, Layla would never forgive herself.

B&B

Courtney brushed her hair and watched Noah as he slept. Bill Spencer had ordered her to seduce Noah, but she knew it wouldn't work. She didn't even try.

The drug she had used would keep him asleep for a while longer, and when he woke up he would remember nothing. Victor had assured her it wouldn't show up in a toxicology report if he went to the hospital.

Setting the brush on the nightstand, Courtney climbed into the bed and held Noah. She looked to the refrigerator in her apartment and smiled. Her future child with Noah was stored safely in the freezer compartment until she could get back to Dr. Fascinella's office and have it inseminated. Of course, she would need to collect a second sample before Noah woke up, just in case, but she had followed the procedures for the first perfectly.

Giggling, Courtney climbed on top of Noah and kissed him. Soon enough, he would realize that he was hers, even if he thought she was that twit Eden. They would raise their child together. They would be a family, and RJ Logan would out of the picture for good.

B&B

The plane had arrived late, and that made Taylor even more paranoid. The clinic had assured her that they were secure when the patient was checked in, and she had believed them. Crichton-Clark had a reputation for being the best in the business. So how had Taylor's patient escaped?

She didn't know what she would do when she arrived at the clinic. The woman wasn't even officially admitted. Taylor paid under the table to make sure there was no paper trail. If anyone found out...

Victor Newman had found out. But Taylor had kept quiet about who Eden Baldwin really was, so she really didn't believe he had anything to do the escape. Why would he turn that madwoman loose when Taylor was doing exactly what he wanted? No. Somebody else had to be involved, but Taylor didn't know who. All she knew for sure was that, unless her patient was recovered, everyone would be in a lot of danger.

B&B

"Can I stay with you? Just for tonight. I'll find somewhere more permanent tomorrow," RJ asked, certain he looked as lost and confused as he felt. He made sure to work it, turning on the puppy dog eyes and sticking out his lower lip so he looked his most pathetic.

"You can always stay with us, RJ. You're family. But what's going on? Is everything okay at home? Are you and Noah fighting?" Katie asked, welcoming him into the mansion.

RJ bit his lip and stepped inside. "Things aren't great, but I'm exhausted. I just wanna go to bed. Can we talk in the morning?"

"Of course, Sweetie," she assured him, hugging her nephew and stroking the back of his head. "Do you remember where the guest room is?"

"The room I stayed in whenever I was on break from school?" RJ asked after he pulled away. Katie nodded.

Once upon a time, it hadn't been a guest room. It had been his room. Ridge had robbed him of that, just as he had so many other things. RJ blinked and forced himself to smile.

"Yeah. I know where it is. Thanks, Aunt Katie."

"Any time, RJ."

He began to walk away, up the stairs and to the room that was no longer his in a place he could no longer call home, when Katie called his name. He stopped and turned back to look at her.

"You know I love you, right?" she asked, smiling up at him but still looking concerned. "Bill does, too, even though he would never say it."

Feeling something resembling happiness, RJ nodded and gave a real smile. "Yeah, I know. I love you, too, Aunt Katie. And Bill can be cool sometimes, I guess."

"Get some rest, RJ. We'll talk in the morning."

B&B

"I'm glad you were able to start tonight. The last nurse we had just quit out of the blue for no reason," Quinn Fuller said as she gave her son's new caretaker a tour of the beach house. "Wyatt's father wants someone who can keep an eye on our son at all times. I was doing that, but after Ivy Forrester left Forrester Creations to be a terrorist or whatever, they hired me back and I've about used up all of my vacation and personal days."

"Don't worry, Miss Fuller. I've been a nurse a long time. I know how to take care of just about anything."

"That's what your resume said. It practically glowed! You were an RN at Genoa City Memorial Hospital all those years. You must have seen some crazy stuff."

The woman stopped walking and kind of stared off into space. "I have... 'Crazy' doesn't come close to everything I've seen. Between stints at Memorial, I actually spent some time here in Los Angeles. I'm sure nobody remembers me, though."

"Well, let me be the first to welcome you back to LA, Ms. Harris."

"Just Brenda will do," the nurse offered with a wicked smile. Quinn knew right then that Brenda Harris was the perfect person to care for her son.