Season 9, Episode 197 “Save you”

“Adrian Grey grew up around wealthy people. Her grandparents and her parents were heirs to a fortune. Though she never did talk about which Fortune she was an heir to, she was the kindest, less snotty of her rich family. But like all rich people, Adrian got upset when she didn't get what she wanted…” After Adrian bandaged up her hand, she grabbed her purse and sped out of the driveway. The plan that day was to file a report that her caretaker Jennifer was stealing from her. She had it planned down to every detail including a finger print. The police ran the print but what they got back was not the name Jennifer. Adrian read the name on the police report. “Lisa Lynne Simpson” Adrian screamed, causing the whole station to look at her. She ran out to her car and sped off…

        “Hello… Jennifer?” Jennifer jumped when Danielle tapped her. So much that the whisk she was using flew from her grip and hit Danielle in the face. Danielle wiped the batter from her eyes. “If you’re this distracted… why don’t you, just go home!” Danielle shouted. Jennifer got upset and shouted back. The girls stood in the test kitchen fighting. Loud enough to grab the attention of Bree and Trip, of whom were reading up on the upcoming election. They raced into the test kitchen to see Jennifer pointing a paring knife at Danielle. Bree let out a scream that stopped them both. “What the hell are you doing?” Bree asked while putting herself between Jennifer and Danielle. “…She” Is all Jennifer could get out before Bree grabbed the knife from her hand. “Get out of here; I don’t care what she did… I lost my son and I will be damned if I let anything happen to my daughter.” Jennifer’s eyes swelled with tears and she swallowed hard before she turned and walked out the door. Bree gave Danielle a hug and pulled out her cell phone.

        Carlos waited all day to get off his feet and when he finally tried to lie down, he was forced to stand up again when he heard a loud scream. He ran downstairs to see Gaby on the phone screaming. “Gaby, what’s your issue? I think you woke the dead!” Carlos shouted. Gaby said thank you and hung up the phone. “Carlos that was STUD on the phone!” Carlos looked taken back, and then shrugged. “Good maybe the stud on the phone can get some sleep.” Gaby rolled her eyes. “Nooo the Shop Till U Drop network…” Carlos started to doze off standing up. “Carlos Wake up!” Carlos jumped and rubbed his eyes. “They have been following my website for the past few days and said it’s the most popular shopping site on the web, they want me to be on their network…!” Carlos smiled. “Good honey, now u can promote your site.” Gaby threw her arms in the air. “Screw the site! Carlos they offered me a TV spot…” Carlos froze. “Gaby wait…” but Gaby was too excited. “They want to keep the name Gabrielle’s Closet and…” Carlos got louder, making her pause. "We have to think on this that studio is in California…it’s quite a distance from here.” Gaby looked down, then in a split second… “So what should we pack first?” Carlos sighed.

           Julie was excited to go grocery shopping and get food into the house. What Julie didn't expect was opening the door and seeing a new face on her stoop. “Hello, I’m Angela Green I just moved in across the street.” Julie shook her hand. “I’m Julie, I just moved in too.” Angela smiled. “Oh you’re new to the lane too?” Julie laughed. “No I grew up on the lane, in this house actually… my mom and me.” Angela looked around at the Sunny day. “Well then I guess if you turned out so well… I’ll have no problem bringing up my son here.” Julie smiled. “My husband and I just had a baby… what’s your little boys name?” She asked. “Jack.” Julie tilled her head in awe and smiled again. Julie and Angela talked awhile on the porch, forming a new friendship.

        “There are times we have to learn the hard way and ask ourselves, did I take it too far…” Danielle is sitting in the living room telling two men in black suits about the horrible thing that happened to her earlier that day. “…Why did I put my daughter’s life at risk for a piece of information?...” Bree puts a tray of Scones down on the coffee table. “…what can I do to keep her safe?...” Bree hands the detective the driver’s license she found in Jennifer’s garbage. “…And, Will it be enough?”