Erica was sitting alone at the bar of the hotel. It was late, but Erica was too angry to sleep. The behaviour of that Carol woman was unacceptable! She was so looking forward to tomorrow when they could finally pay her back for the all the woes she had forced on her family!

Erica angrily nursed her glass of soda water, a part of her wishing it was something stronger. But being a recovering alcoholic she wasn't going to let her anger make her weak, just look what it did to JR.

"Erica!" exclaimed Tad, approaching with a wide smile. "I'm glad to see you're still up. I have someone I'd like to introduce to you."

Tad stepped aside to reveal an older woman with a missing right hand.

"Erica this is Rachel Trove, the lady who was so helpful in sharing information about Carol."

"Of course!" said Erica giving the woman a wide smile. She recognised the name. "Thank you for all you've done for my daughter."

"I haven't done anything yet." said Rachel. "I just gave you a letter."

"A letter that proves that Carol was in collusion with Rupert Henderson!" insisted Tad. "And believe me we are planning to put it to good use!"

"When?" asked Rachel.

"Well we have a few more pieces to put into place, but very soon." said Erica "Thanks to your help, I can swear that by tomorrow you will get justice for what happened to you all those years ago. We'll all get justice!"

…

Meanwhile in Pine Valley David opened an envelope that had arrived express post from a lab in San Francisco. Jackson had succeeded in retrieving a DNA sample from Nathan Henderson. David's job was now to find a familial match to the blood spots on the shirt fragment kept by the paramedic in New York.

The screening process was quick, parental testing being one of the most established form of DNA screening. The computer printout confirmed the Y chromosomes in the blood on the shirt fragment matched Nathan Henderson's so could only come from his father or a brother. Nathan had no male relative other than his father so it was Rupert Henderson's blood on the shirt fabric along with the engine oil and airbag propellant.

David happily e-mailed his results off to Jesse, Tad and Jackson. The sooner they got them the better. This was proof that Rupert Henderson was in a car the night of the crash; they had him!

…

On a plane out from Hong Kong, Rupert Henderson was knocking back a whiskey whilst screaming at his team of assistants for the way they had mismanaged the Inquirer matter. Muttering, ill-tempered about having to fly all the way back to the States to make a public apology to two lesbians.

His assistants stayed silent, taking the abuse. You didn't stand up to Rupert Henderson, especially when he was in this kind of mood. Not one dared mention he had been the one who had continued to push the story into print long after the backlash began against them.

Rupert swore and drank his way across the ocean while his minions cowered in their seats.

…

Back in Pine Valley Scott was sitting at his desk, cursing his cousin over the mess he had left Chandler Enterprises in. Scott thought he had found them a way to save something from the failing company but Adam was refusing to sell. How could he not see that this was their only way out!

Sure there had been a brief positive rise in investment when Adam returned to the helm but as soon as he suffered his heart attack all that confidence evaporated. Even if Adam were to come back tomorrow it would make no difference – his health now, in the eyes of the investors, made him as much a liability as JR ever was.

Chandler Enterprises had become a toxic asset, how could Adam not see how lucky they were that Caleb was willing to take on their debts. Caleb's offer had been a genuine favour. Now, with the offer rescinded they really had nowhere else to go!

Scott groaned and rubbed his eyes, as he looked away from the depressing row of figures that represented Chandler's diminishing finances. He didn't want to be thinking about this. He'd just had a daughter; he should be there with Madison and little Holly at the hospital, not bouncing from board meetings, bank manager's offices and factory floors.

Scott was shattered and losing hope.

JR had left the company in such a mess and he could see no way of cleaning it up!

…

On another private jet, Jackson, Griffin and Kendall, found themselves returning to Pennsylvania in style. Nathan had insisted on flying them back personally. He was going to take this opportunity to stand up to his father once and for all.

Kendall sat stiffly beside Griffin. They had seen the news about the porn pictures scandal and heard the rumours of Henderson's return. If he was going to be there at the court house to make a personal public apology to Bianca and Marissa she wanted to be there to give him a piece of her mind.

Griffin reached across and put his hand on her forearm. She found the tension in her body lessened at his touch.

"We did it." said Griffin. "We got the proof we needed. Relax, there is nothing more we can do until tomorrow morning."

Kendall nodded, he was right. The pieces were all falling perfectly into place. Very soon this would all be over and her family would be safe and sound once more.

…

In his cell in the holding area at the court house JR sat in his bed examining the graffiti on the wall. His fate was to be decided in the morning and he still wasn't sure what he wanted to happen.

As he sat in the gloomy jail he was trying very hard not to be angry. Instead he kept coming back to Dr Stanhope's words.

You might be ready to change for AJ's sake but it could already be too late to win him back, the damage is already done.

JR had two options, listen to his council, retract his statement, go to trial and prove his innocence and leave a free man; even though his statement was true and he wasn't innocent… Or he could finally listen to his heart and do the right thing, get the help he needed and become the man he should have been all along for AJ's sake.

The anger still bubbled inside but JR was a fighter, and this time he was going to pick the right battle to fight.

The person he was most angry at now was himself.

Maybe this time he could do something without it screwing up!

…

In a bed in a Philadelphia hotel two women fell breathlessly into each-other's arms; thoughts of tomorrow the last thing on their minds.

"I love you." Bianca whispered, peppering kisses along her lover's lips.

Marissa was gazing dreamily into the distance as her senses slowly returned.

"I believe you." she sighed, exhausted.

Bianca settled in beside her, her fingers still tracing patterns on the heated skin of Marissa's arm.

Marissa gave a sweet yawn.

"Tired now." she muttered, her brain still not quite caught up with the ability to string more than a few words together.

"Did I wear you out?" Bianca giggled, planting more kisses on the exposed shoulder nearest to her.

Marissa could only nod silently.

"Well I think you've earned your sleep." said Bianca diplomatically, which caused Marissa snort with laughter.

"Thanks." she said giving Bianca a sideways look.

"It's always a pleasure to tire you out." said Bianca, still smiling; pulling Marissa closer and this time giving her a sweet kiss on the cheek.

"I've got a feeling that this time the pleasure was all mine. But believe me I will pay you back…" Marissa mumbled but another yawn came and she didn't have the strength to keep her heavy eyelids open a second longer. "…maybe tomorrow" she added, with a sleepy moan.

Bianca buried her own contented laugh as Marissa snuggled in beside her, falling asleep in her arms.

"Goodnight, sleep tight…" she whispered, stroking her finger's lovingly through Marissa's short hair.

"G'night." Marissa mumbled.

…

Fifteen minutes later the phone rang. Bianca snatched it from the side before the second ring. Marissa groaned in her sleep but didn't stir.

Bianca drew the phone to her lips and kept her voice low.

"Miranda sweetheart… It's alright, mommy's here…"

…