The beeping was the first thing RJ heard when he woke up. At first, he thought it was the alarm on his phone, but when he reached to shut it off he realized was attached to an IV. He was in the hospital and the beeping wasn't his phone: it was a monitor.

Rolling his head to the other side of the bed, RJ saw his mother passed out in a chair, but she wasn't alone. Liam was snoozing as well, Brooke in his arms. RJ blinked several times.

As weird as it was, he tried to remember why he was in the hospital. Things were a little fuzzy and he tried running his hands through his hair.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" RJ shrieked, startling his mother and Liam awake.

"RJ, honey, calm down!" Brooke told her son while Liam ran to get a nurse. "It's okay. You're safe. Nobody is going to hurt you."

The memories hit RJ like a freight train: the fight with Steffy, the fight with Eden, finding out Noah was raped, and then being kicked through a window. It didn't stop his screaming. He didn't care about any of that.

Breaking down crying, RJ felt his mother lean across the bed and pull him into a hug. She stroked his face and whispered to him that she was going to protect him.

"MOM!" he sobbed when he was able to form words. "What happened to me?"

"Noah told us that Eden Baldwin tried to kill you, but you don't need to worry about her, Baby. She died."

"Not that!" RJ pushed his mother away and pointed at his scalp, back on the verge of tears. "Why the hell am I bald?"

Brooke stared at her son. "You had a head injury. They didn't know when you would wake up, so I OKed them shaving it to get a better look at what they were dealing with."

"Why would you do that? And I am so not wearing wigs. Do I look like Wyatt Spencer to you?!" RJ was beginning to get his hysteria under control and anger was replacing it. "You better buy me some cute hats, Mom. And I mean really cute. This is worse than when you fired me!"

"RJ," Brooke sighed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "You weren't fired. How many times do I have to tell you that? Besides, a woman tried to kill you."

"Liam held you while you slept," RJ mused, tapping his chin.

"Fine, we'll order some hats." Brooke reached into her purse and pulled out her tablet. "Log into Amazon and pick some out before the doctor gets here."

B&B

The lock finally clicked and the two intruders were glad there was no alarm. Slipping into the apartment, they made sure to lock the door behind them.

"I haven't picked a lock in forever. Sorry it took so long," Maya told Noah. "Are you sure that you want to be here? I can't think of a thing this is going to accomplish beyond making you feel worse."

"That wasn't Eden who attacked all of us, Maya. She... She could definitely be bitchy back when we were in school, but she wouldn't try to kill anyone. Something happened to her in Chicago."

"And you think searching her place is going to turn up something that happened halfway across the country?" Maya looked around the apartment. It wasn't as big as the loft, and the furniture wasn't nearly as expensive. It was sparsely decorated: that only made sense considering Eden had just moved into the place.

Noah shook his head. "I don't know what else to do. Lauren and Michael are on their way to..."

"To collect the body," Maya finished for him. She didn't particularly care about Eden dying, having only met the woman when she was trying to kill her coworker, but she didn't like seeing the effect it was having on Noah. He had done so much for her after the outing: he was the closest thing she had to a friend in Los Angeles. Hell, he was the only friend she had in the world besides Layla.

"Yeah. I really thought she was going to be okay. I wanted to ask her why she did it, but unless there's something here we'll never know. And I have to find something. Because if I don't, if there's nothing here, then I really don't know what I'll do, Maya."

"Go check the dresser, Noah. I'm going to get you something to drink. Your voice sounds a little dry. Do you want ice?"

"No," he told her. "I'm good."

She did, though. Maya had even less of an idea of what to look for than Noah, so she was content to let him do all the work. It was obvious that he needed to be the one to do it. Because if he stopped, then he would probably break.

Maya searched through the cabinets for a couple of glasses. There was only beer and orange juice in Eden's fridge, so she filled her glass with tap water.

"What do you want?" she asked her companion as she opened the freezer. He didn't immediately answer. There was no ice, just two small, plastic containers. Curious, she reached in and pulled one out. Popping off the lid, Maya examined the contents, then dropped it.

"Is everything okay?" Noah asked, looking over to Maya. "What is it?"

"I've never seen it frozen, but I'm pretty sure Eden has sperm here, Noah. What are the odds it's yours?" Maya backed away from the container and grabbed her glass of room temperature water. She needed one of the beers in the fridge.

Making his way across the apartment, Noah came up behind Maya and touched her shoulder. He looked down at the container and she saw his face out of the corner of her eye. The boy was more than a little grossed out. That was okay, because so was Maya.

"I never... It can't be mine, Maya. Trust me. I would remember doing THAT!" Noah explained. Maya drank her water and sat the empty glass down.

Turning around, she realized how close he actually was to her. Maya looked up into his eyes: they were full of shock. She grabbed at the hand on her shoulder.

"The same way you remember sleeping with her the other day?"

Then Noah blinked. He looked down at Maya and gave a half-frown. "What are you talking about?"

She tried not to smile because the situation really didn't call for it, but it was kinda cute how dumb Noah was. Really, what Maya was about to say was deathly serious so she needed to be the same way.

"What if you didn't sleep with Eden, Noah? What if the reason you don't remember anything is because she drugged you?"

Noah shook his head, blinked, and moved his mouth simultaneously for a few seconds before speaking. "Are you saying Eden raped me? She wouldn't do that, Maya."

"And you also told me she wouldn't try to kill RJ. That's the whole reason we're here. Noah, I don't know Eden. At all. But this is some sick shit."

"There has to be another explanation," Noah insisted as he pulled away from Maya. He ran to the bed opened the nightstand. She watched as he rifled through the contents of the drawer.

"Noah, either Eden changed so much that she's not the woman you thought you knew..."

"Or she's not Eden at all," Noah interrupted. He turned back to Maya and there was something in his hand. She sat her glass down and moved a little closer to see that he was holding a very ugly ring. "This isn't Eden's."

"How would you know that, Noah? You've only been here one time."

"Because I bought this ring, but there's no way Eden could have it. I... I bought this for her."

Maya was confused. "Her who? What am I missing?"

"Courtney. She was my fiancee, Maya. Back when I lived in Genoa City. We never got married, though. She died. It was one of the reasons I first came to LA."

"How did Eden get your dead fiancee's engagement ring? That is what it is, right? I'm sorry if I'm being insensitive, but this makes no sense, Noah." Maya walked up to him and looked at the ring. It was even uglier up close.

"Of course it makes no sense. Courtney was supposed to be dead. I held her body, Maya. She died on our wedding day. She was wearing this ring when I found her. There is no way Eden could have gotten it."

"Are you saying that you think this Courtney woman is still alive?"

"Was," Noah corrected. His voice had gone raspy and he kept his eyes fixated on the ring. "I've seen a lot of people in my time who were supposed to be dead that weren't. It's possible. I mean..."

"Are you telling me that Courtney and Eden were working together? Noah? I'm not a mind reader. Walk me through whatever it is you're thinking."

"I'm thinking that it wasn't Eden who tried to kill RJ. God help me, Maya, but I think that was Courtney who died in the hospital."

Maya sat on the bed. She couldn't follow Noah's logic. How did Eden having a dead woman's ring mean she was actually that woman?

"That's why the doctor argued with me when I told him she was O positive," Noah mumbled, sitting next to Maya. He finally looked away from the ring and to her. "I'm sorry to ask you this, but what can you tell me about that Dr. Fascinella guy?"

B&B

"It's not finalized yet, but Forrester Creations is hoping to partner with the My Brother's Keeper program. No matter what organization we ultimately work with, this company is guaranteed to dedicating all proceeds from the sale of this new line to helping disadvantaged youth," Steffy told the reporter.

Rick shut off the TV and and look at the woman who had just been on it. "What the hell were you doing? You approved AND debuted a collection with neither my knowledge nor my permission. I'm the CEO, Steffy. This is my company. There are channels you have to go through."

"I own 25% of this company, Rick. You own nothing. And I'm trying to save this company from all the damage you and the rest of the Logans have done to it." Steffy crossed her arms and gave Rick a silent challenge.

"Whether you own 25% of this company or not, I'm still in charge, Steffy. You will respect my authority!" Rick pounded his fist on his desk and she laughed.

"Or what? Rick, right now, the company is seeing its worse sales ever under your leadership. I'm just doing all I can to help save the Forrester name after you dragged it through the mud. And if that means sacrificing profit from an entire line to improve our PR, then I'll do just that."

Raising his eyebrows, Rick tried staring Steffy down, but it didn't work. "Where did you get those designs, anyway? I've seen Aly's shoes. They were hideous, so there's no way she would design any of the things in that collection. Nobody in this company has made designs that bold except for Layla."

Steffy smiled. "And just where is your little lapdog? At the vet getting her rabies shot, I hope."

"She's at the hospital waiting to see RJ, just like your dad and my ex-wife."

"I didn't know Layla and RJ knew each other, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Trash does tend to attract other trash. And why aren't you at the hospital, visiting our poor brother in his time of need?"

"Someone has to be here to stop you from running Forrester into the ground, Steffy."

"How odd," she chuckled, shaking her head and showing off her new extensions. "I was just thinking the same thing about you, Rick. Your time in that chair is running out."

B&B

"It was our entire fall collection, Brooke! Everything RJ and I had worked on!" Amber yelled into her phone. She was furious. It was one thing for her to steal designs from Forrester: they had years of rejects they could cobble together at the last minute. She only had a couple of months! "Steffy and Aly stole our designs and debuted them as a charity collection! So either we postpone our collection until I can do something new, or we go the police and look like we're stealing from poor people. We're fucked either way."

"What about your rejected designs? Can you do something with those? I can probably say that, due to RJ's injuries, we won't do a full collection, but we still need a stopgap of at least five pieces."

Amber sighed and fought the urge to throw her phone. "I'll see what I can do, but you had better fix this, Brooke. You're the fucking CEO. Oh, and tell RJ I'll be out to see him as soon as I can. Which may be never at this rate."

After hanging up, Amber walked to the filing cabinet and pulled out a file full of pieces she and RJ had both agreed weren't up to snuff. It was going to be a long day.

B&B

"Come here," RJ said, patting an empty spot in his hospital bed. Thad nodded and closed the door, taking the seat next to RJ.

Earlier, Ridge had tried to see RJ, but he had thrown a fit. Even after everything, RJ still couldn't find anything for his father but contempt. He didn't want to even try to repair things. Brooke thought he had acted out because Caroline was with him and RJ didn't want to bother correcting her.

"We need to talk." RJ leaned into Thad and made the man hold him. He could feel Thad's heart beating against his cheek. It was comforting. It was the only thing that could comfort him after finding out Eden was dead and Noah was gone. Noah hadn't even stuck around to see if he would wake up.

"This sounds serious. Are you dumping me? Did you have brain damage and wake up straight? Are you a top now?"

"Shut up!" RJ laughed, playfully slapping Thad's chest and thanking modern medicine for strong painkillers. "I know we had the 'what are we' conversation already, but I almost died. It has me thinking about a lot of things. About Noah, and about you."

"I'd be willing to try a three way relationship, but I don't think your ex cares for me."

Playing with the cuffs of Thad's work shirt, RJ inhaled his scent. The man had obviously spent the night and most of the day in the hospital waiting room. His deodorant had stopped working and RJ didn't care.

"I'm trying to be serious and you're being funny. You're an asshole." RJ laughed for a second time. "Listen, Thad, when you and I first started hooking up, I was in a bad place. To be honest, I still am, but for whatever reason you've stuck by me. I can't tell you how much I appreciate that."

"But I'm not Noah?" Thad guessed, his arms tightening around RJ's sore body. "You are dumping me."

"I'm not," RJ assured him. "I'm not breaking up with you. All I want to do is be honest with you. Noah was the first man I ever loved. The only one, really, but we're toxic. We had something special years ago in Paris and we tried to recreate it here in Los Angeles and it just didn't work. I cheated on him with you and he had issues with his ex, the same woman who put me in this hospital bed mind you, and I need to accept that it's not going to work.

"And it's too soon to any other words, but I do care about you. I want to get to know you. Thad Pasado, I want you in my life for however long is possible."

Thad didn't say anything. He just nuzzled RJ's ear and kissed his temple. It was enough.

B&B

The beach house was too quiet when Bill entered. He yelled for Quinn, then the new nurse Brenda, but nobody answered. After closing the door, he strutted into the foyer, bellowing the names of everyone staying in the residence, but it wasn't until he walked into the next room that he saw why the house was so quiet.

"Wyatt?" Bill pushed Quinn's body off of his son and held him. He was still warm, but unresponsive. Bill held his wrist and felt a pulse. "Come on, Son. Wake up. What happened here? WHO DID THIS?"

As he waited for an answer that Wyatt couldn't give, Bill heard quiet sobbing. There was someone else in the room, lying by the embers of the fireplace. She was surrounded by dried pools of blood that would cost way too much money to clean.

Laying Wyatt down, Bill stepped over Quinn and checked on the woman. "Hey, it's okay. Whoever is here is gone. What happened?"

Bill spared one last glance around the room before turning his attention back to the woman. He grabbed her shoulder, rolled her over, and screamed.

"Taylor? Oh my god! What happened to your face?!" Bill cried as he looked away from her and around the room just to make sure the attacker really was gone.

"She never touched my face," Taylor explained in a quiet voice. She reached out to Bill and he helped her sit up. Taylor choked on a sob and Bill noticed that one of her legs was oddly bent. "She's back, Bill. I tried to keep her away. I really did, but Sheila is free and I failed."

"Who the hell is Sheila? Did she do this? What is wrong with my son? WHAT HAPPENED, TAYLOR?" Bill yelled as he shook the battered woman.

"Sheila Carter is a madwoman, Bill. She's tried to kill me before. Almost succeeded once," Taylor told him, looking as if she was fighting the urge to vomit. He released her and scooted a safe distance away. "She told me that Quinn and Wyatt aren't dead. But I don't know what she did to them."

"How did she get here? Why did she attack my son and his mother? I mean, apparently she hates you, so that explains that." Bill pulled out his phone but kept his eyes on Taylor.

"I think she... She was a nurse, Bill. Once upon a time, back when she lived in Genoa City. She was married to Eric a long time ago. She's terrorized everyone here on and off for years. Sheila... She claimed that she had a daughter with Massimo Marone. He worked with me to fake Sheila's death and have her locked up. We figured that she wouldn't be able to escape if we dealt with her off the books."

"Massimo Marone? Ridge's biological father?"

Taylor nodded, then winced. "We couldn't let the girl know who she really was. It was just too dangerous. Massimo took care of everything. She was just a child when we got her, so I broke my code of ethics and implanted false memories. The girl has no idea who her parents are. Massimo has taken care of her, been her benefactor, but I have no idea where the girl is or anything about her. Sheila didn't like that."

"Obviously," Bill agreed, pointing at one of the bloodstains on his floor. "But this Sheila left you alive, Taylor. Why? If you had nothing to tell her, why didn't she kill you or do to you what she did to Wyatt?"

"Bill, I don't know how her mind works. She's insane on a level beyond my abilities. But she didn't kill me because I did tell her the one thing I knew about the girl."

"Which was?"

Taylor looked away from Bill and to the embers in the fireplace. She touched a burn mark on her neck. "A name, Bill. She was born Diana, but that isn't her name anymore."

"And what is?"

"Celia. Celia Fitzgerald. And I need to call Massimo and warn him that his daughter is in danger. Please, call am ambulance, and then let me borrow your phone."

"No." Bill held up a finger to Taylor. He stood, using that same finger to scroll through his contacts. "Justin? It's Bill. I need you to find out everything you can about a girl named Celia Fitzgerald. Any girl named Celia Fitzgerald. And look into a Sheila Carter as well. I'll tell you why when I think you need to know."

Bill hung up on his Justin, then called for an ambulance. He walked away from Taylor as she pleaded for the phone. Celia Fitzgerald may not know she really was, but soon enough she would know who Bill Spencer was and so would Sheila Carter.