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Message: <blockquote data-quote="80&#039;s Cha Cha Cha" data-source="post: 246290" data-attributes="member: 6964">Chapter 6    Dallas Memorial Hospital was an interesting place to be on this evening.    One person that was not there was Abby Ewing.  She was in an FBI interrogation room, waiting to be questioned.      Lucy had lost her baby.    Matthew Blaisdel was now the comatose one, no thanks to that vase Abby smashed over his head!  Abby was the victim here, or so she felt, and yet SHE was somehow the criminal now!    As Abby was nervously awaiting to be questioned, her ex-husband, Jeff Cunningham, finished talking to the police detectives assigned to the case on the phone, before walking in and closing the door.  To say that Abby was surprised to see him, was an understatement.    “Jeff,” Abby said carefully, “why are you here?”    “Hello Abby.  Somehow I always knew that this day would come.”    Abby rolled her eyes and said nothing more.  Jeff pulled up a chair and sat down.    “Tell me what happened at Southfork?”    “Why would the FBI be interested?” Abby countered.    “Did you call your lawyer? Or are the Ewing lawyers going to be representing Lucy?”    “What do you want?”    “I just asked you what happened at Southfork tonight. If you can’t tell me a simple story without a lie…you know…like how you were during our marriage, then you’re in more trouble than I can help you with.” Jeff countered.    “Why would you want to help me?” Abby asked, not batting an eyelash.    “Abby, we have Olivia and Brian to consider.  I’m going to be caring for them here.”    “Says who?!” Abby snapped.    “They were coming to visit anyway.  What are you so upset about?”    “Olivia and Brian were never coming here to visit.  What are you talking about?” Abby asked him, looking him up and down.  Jeff now felt a bit uneasy.    “Karen called me.  She’s coming to Dallas on business and said she would be dropping the kids off.  She also said she was going to be staying at Southfork with you.  You’re telling me you knew none of this?”      “No.” she said, sighing.  Jeff eyed her.    “What happened to your hair? Did Blaisdel do that?”    “No, Mr. Smarty Pants! Lucy Ewing did this while I was asleep! Look, Jeff, I am the victim here! I woke up and found Matthew Blaisdel in my room! I bashed his head in with a vase and ran out of the room to get help! I find Lucy right outside of the door, grinning! She bailed him out and let him in the house to take off with me and God knows what else!”    “And you think that is what she planned on doing before? In California?” Jeff asked.    “Yes! Yes, I do, only no one believes me!”    “Not even your new husband?” Jeff countered.  “Nice marriage you’re in.  I hope Olivia and Brian aren’t being dragged down with you.”    Abby finally gave her ex her full attention.    “You want something. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.  So stop with the accusations and recriminations and just spit it out!”    “Fine.” Jeff said.  “I’ll get you out of this trouble in exchange for your becoming an informant.”    Abby looked surprised!    “An informant? I don’t follow you.”    “You get to know nothing unless you agree.  And Abby, you are being charged with shoving Lucy Ewing down some stairs and killing her unborn child.  She is saying that she found you in bed with Blaisdel. She is also saying that Blaisdel told you, in front of her, that he was glad the two of you had been ‘discovered’.  That was when you hit him over the head with the vase, so he wouldn’t tell your husband.”  Jeff informed her.    “God!” Abby moaned tiredly.  “That is such crap!”    “I actually believe you.  Don’t ask me why, but I do.  The point is this: if these charges stick, you’re looking at prison time. Help us out, and this goes away.”    Abby said nothing. Jeff had already told her too much.  But she had to weigh her options.  If she didn’t agree to whatever this was, and Gary didn’t help her, she could always tell him and J.R. that the FBI was looking into their family and use that as leverage.    But what if J.R. already knew the family was being investigated? Then she would have nothing.    “Okay, Jeff.  I’ll agree to this. Now tell me what’s going on.” she said, just as the door opened and an agent motioned for Jeff.  He excused himself and left the room.    Blake Carrington was here and he wanted to see Abby.                                                                                                                                ****    DALLAS MEMORIAL-    Lucy tried to sleep  but couldn’t, even though the nurse had given her something.  She sensed her father had gotten up out of his chair and left the room, probably to call her mother.     She didn’t know what to think or feel about the loss of her baby.  And it had been hers.  Mitch had not been interested in having a child with her, after screwing Abby.  And if Harris had been the father, he was too into Ann to really welcome such an addition into his life.    And she herself had not been much better.  If she had concentrated on being a mother instead of…of what she had been doing, her baby would be alive.  This was an omen.  A sign that she needed to change her ways.    Lucy supposed she could begin by telling the truth about what happened at Southfork tonight.  It might help clear Abby.    But she didn’t really feel like letting Abby off the hook. She figured she could gradually change her ways.  That sort of thing couldn’t be done overnight.    The door opened and Lucy looked over at the door to find Ben Gibson peeking in! God…    “Can I come in?”    “If I said ’no’, would you go away?”    “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.” Ben said and stepped inside.  He closed the door and approached her bed.    “Your mother is in no shape to come. But she’s worried sick.” Ben said, not unkindly.  He pulled up a chair and sat by her bed.    “Why are you here? Really?” Lucy asked warily.    “I’d like to hear the real story of what happened tonight.  Abby has problems, but she’s a mother.  I find it hard to believe that she’d purposely throw you down some stairs.”    “Well she did.”    “Just like I tried to rape you?” Ben asked sarcastically.    “Yep.  And if you don’t leave now I’ll call the nurse.” Lucy said coolly.    Ben ignored the threat.    “Abby seems to think that you wanted Matthew to kidnap her that night she ‘fell’ down her own staircase.  Do you think that’s possible?”    “I think Abby was sleeping with him and he came for a nightly visit.  I caught them and now my baby is dead.  Leave my room!” Lucy snapped, just as Gary came in.    “You have some nerve! Get out of here!” Gary hissed.  Ben stood up and put up his hands in a surrendering motion.    “I am not here to cause trouble, okay? But Abby has a side too.  And she is adamant that Matthew Blaisdel was trying to kidnap her that night at your ranch.  I think he returned to do the same thing.”    “Because Lucy here ordered him to, right?” Gary asked sarcastically.  “Let me tell you what I now think: that it is entirely possible that I have been made a fool of.  Why in the living hell would Abby suddenly change her hair so that she would look like Krystle Carrington? A woman we all know Blaisdel was obsessed with?  I was told she visited him in jail earlier.”    “She did, Gary.  But it was to get information.  Not to arrange an affair!”    “I’m tired, Daddy.” Lucy sniffed. “Please, get him out of my room!”    Ben felt like throwing up his hands!  He never would have thought he would feel for Abby Ewing, but he now had no doubts of what she had been up against this whole time.  He looked over at Lucy.    “It looks like your plan has worked.  It’s a shame your baby had to be a casualty.”    “Get out!” Lucy screamed.  Gary hurried over to her and enveloped her in his arms as Ben walked out—and right into Judith Ryland.    “I heard caterwauling in there.  I take it Lucy is mourning the loss of my grandchild.  Or maybe he or she wasn’t.”  Judith sniffed wryly.    Ben folded his arms.    “I don’t suppose you’ll tell me what Lucy and you were really talking about earlier at your home?”    Judith shrugged.    “If you meet me in the stairwell, I’ll tell you everything.  I won’t admit to anything later, of course, and you’ll never be able to prove anything.” she said, touching his shirt collar.      Ben thought about it.  Meaning he really, REALLY thought about it.  Things were really getting down to the wire here.  Neither himself nor Abby could connect Blaisdel and Lucy.  Blaisdel was in a coma and when he awoke, chances were he would not talk because Lucy had promised him something far beyond whatever himself or Abby could.    it was time for answers.  And the answers he wanted would have to come at a price.  A sacrifice.    Ben nodded and Judith reached for his hand, clasped it and together they found a nearby stairwell, closing the door to it just as J.R. rounded a corner and passed it.  He headed to Lucy’s room,  saw that Gary was with her through the door window and then looked around again, before heading to the nurse’s station.  Once there he asked where Ann Smith’s room was, telling them that he was her ‘cousin’, J.R. Ewing.  He was promptly given her room number and headed off in the direction he was told to go in.    J.R. had decided to play this whole thing differently…    Once he found Ann’s room, J.R, peered through her door window and saw she was alone and asleep.  He eased the door open and entered.  Ann, sensing a presence awoke and tried not to panic.  Harris had left earlier, telling her there was a problem with the Justice Of the Peace and that he’d be back quickly.  Mrs. Ryland was nowhere around either.    J.R. smiled down at her and set his hat down on her on a table near her bed.    “Well, well. Tell me, honey, how are you feeling?” he asked in a cordial tone.    Ann was actually scared to death! But she cleared her throat and tried to put on a brave front.    “Fine. I feel much better.”    “Well that’s good.  That’s just mighty fine.  You know, Lucy is here.  She lost her baby, the poor thing and she was really looking forward to becoming a mama herself and marrying Harris.  But she took some steps back so that he could get you out of his system.”    Ann said nothing to that.  She just stared.  If she had ever thought Lucy cared one iota for Harris, and he her, she would never have gotten involved with him.    “Anyway, I came here because I believe in my bones that you are family, Ann.  You look kind of like a Southworth and I wanted to extend an offer to you: Sue Ellen and I want you living at Southfork.  And we want to take care of you.  That’s what family does.”    Ann didn’t believe a word of it! She had heard things about J.R. Ewing over the years and Ann sensed they were all true. She shook her head slightly.    “Thank you.  But I have a place to live.” she said politely.    “You mean with the Rylands? Ann, honey, why would Matthew Blaisdel just up and kill your Mama?  You know he’s here too?”    “What do you mean?” Ann asked warily.    “Matthew Blaisdel.  Apparently Gary’s wife, Abby, you met her in California, right?  Well she was sleeping with the bastard.  Lucy caught them and Abby hit Blaisdel over the head with a vase and shoved Lucy down the stairs.  Blaisdel is in a coma, here in this hospital, God help him.” J.R. said in a fake sounding voice of pity.    “Oh my God! Mrs. Ewing caused Lucy to lose her baby?”  Ann said, reflecting on her own, secret miscarriage.    “Yes.  It’s just a damned shame what went on tonight.”  J.R. said, now daring to sit down on the edge of Ann’s hospital bed. “Ann, honey, you’re family.  You’re a Southworth which in a way, makes you a Ewing as well.  I am the head of the Ewing family and that means it is my responsibility to see to your welfare.  Now Judith and Harris Ryland are just no damned good.  I believe Judith Ryland killed your poor mama.  Probably to keep you from seeing her son. And if she’s been nice to you, it’s because she wants your share of Southfork land.  Now you can’t possibly turn over your inheritance to a woman that murdered your mother, could you?”    Judith suddenly entered the room, straightening her clothes and patting down disheveled hair.    “J.R..  I smelled your cologne from the stairwell.”     “What were you doing in the stairwell?” J.R. asked, eyeing her.    “That’s none of your concern.  Ann, honey, is he bothering you?”    Ann looked at J.R..  J.R. looked at her.  Then Ann looked at Judith again.    “No.  He isn’t. My cousin has invited me to stay at Southfork for awhile.” she replied.  She didn’t believe that Judith had killed her mother.  But she also began to think that maybe Matthew Blaisdel hadn’t either.  What she suspected was that J.R. or someone he paid, might have done it.  Maybe Harris was right.  Maybe she did need to begin looking after what was hers.  And Ann planned on doing that, while making sure that the right person paid for murdering her mother and then dumping her onto soil like she was garbage.    Meanwhile,  Ben Gibson hurriedly dressed in the stairwell, walked out to his car and got in.  He did not want to think about the deviant sex he had had with Judith. He didn’t have time to dwell on those particulars.     What he needed to do, was think about what Judith had told him about Lucy and Matthew Blaisdel.  They had been in cahoots with Judith, to abduct Abby from California and bring her back to Dallas, so that she could become a prostitute in Judith Ryland’s secret whore house! It fit! It was just the kind of degenerate crap Lucy would pull on Abby.    And apparently, tonight, they tried again.  Only Abby was waiting for them.     He needed to find out where Abby was being held and tell her what he now knew.  Abby could use the information to clear himself.  And maybe, if he could get Val to listen, he could get her to understand what kind of a daughter she really had.                                                                                                                     ****    Harris Ryland was cleared to walk through a security gate at the local FBI headquarters, when he spotted Abby Ewing leaving with someone.  He stared at the man, realizing that he had seen him someplace before.     Then he realized he was not a man he had met personally, but had heard of.    Abby was leaving with Blake Carrington! From Denver! What in the living hell was he doing here? And with Abby Ewing? What the hell was going on?    He turned away and concentrated on the task at hand as he threw his weight around until he finally got face time with Agent Joshua Rush.  He was shown into an office and Joshua was just hanging up a call, when Harris settled into a chair, uninvited.    “”Mr. Ryland.  Your Justice of the Peace has been let go.  You will find him in the lobby.”  Joshua said casually.    Harris settled back in his chair.    “He can find his own way home.  I’m here to talk about Annie.”    “What about her?” Joshua asked innocently.    “I want you to stay away from her.  I also want you to tell me what the hell is really going on here? Because you know what I’m thinking? That you’re trying to use Annie—again, to try and solve some kind of…something.  This is more than just about Dottie Smith.”    Joshua stood up.    “Again, Mr. Ryland, your Justice of the Peace had been freed…”    Harris stood up as well.    “And Blake Carrington and Abby Ewing are somehow involved in this, aren’t they? I just saw them leaving here!  I know something went down at Southfork tonight but I highly doubt it’s worthy of FBI attention.”  Harris said wryly.    “Have a nice evening, Mr. Ryland.” Joshua said coolly.    But Harris didn’t move.    “I think some things need to be understood between us, Agent Rush.  And it starts with my having to undo whatever you did to my fiancee.”    Joshua had promised himself he would stay calm.  But this piece of…crap, that Ann had gotten herself involved with, just hit a nerve with him!    “Mr. Ryland, I don’t believe Ann is your fiancee.  At all.  But you’ve preyed on her vulnerability and her newfound fortune so that you can increase your own.  And I would have thought you could have done that by simply marrying Lucy Ewing.”    “Your file,” Harris said, as if he had not heard anything Joshua said, “reads that you are Lucy’s uncle.  I’m pretty damned sure neither Lucy or Ann knows that.  So you pretend to be a college student and shove a lot of nonsense into Annie’s head about becoming a nun, while not keeping your hands to yourself. And then you just appear out of nowhere for what? You want something more than to just come between Annie and myself.  What is it?”    Joshua was about to tell Harris, again, to have a good night.  But something in him, would not let him do that.  Not yet.  And he realized he was about to tell this man something he really needed to be saying to Ann.    “Yes, I was pretending to be a student.  Though if I had not become an FBI agent, I probably would have studied to become a priest.  My father is a minister.  And Ann had a real calling for a higher purpose.  We were drawn together because of that. There was nothing pretend about my feelings for her.  Not in, our out, of bed.”    Harris scoffed!    “Yeah…about that ‘bed’ part, I figured she had been with someone clumsy.  Someone who didn’t know how to teach her what a man likes.  That’s not a problem anymore.  You have a nice life—without Annie.” he said and turned to walk out.  Joshua opened up his desk drawer and stared at his revolver, that he wanted to pick up and fire into the back of Ryland’s head!       But instead, Joshua closed the drawer that held his gun.  He had been on the phone with Deputy Director Cunningham before Harris had walked in.  Matthew Blaisdel wasshowing signs of coming out of his coma, any day now.  And when he did, The Deputy Director wanted Joshua to hear Blaisdel’s version of what happened to Dottie Smith, the night she was murdered.  No one else seemed to believe his version of events. That was not true anymore.</blockquote>

Verification: What month follows July?