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        Hello, this is Dimitri, author of many stories (but not this one,
also I am most definately not the Dimitri character in this story).  I
am posting this story for an author who wishes to remain anonymous.
However I am happy to pass comments on to the author, just send them to
me at :  dimitri_resides@hotmail.com  - and I'll pass them on.
        Also, you can find Showtime chapters at :

        http://come.to/Dimitri (this is not my site! I don't have a site!
I'm just an author!)

Authors note: Before we pick up on the Part 9. I would like to thank all
those who wrote in and commented, and also to thank Dimitri for his
invaluable advice and assistance. Without which SHOWTIME would not have
been posted.

Part 10 will end the story. 

I will also write a F.A.Q. answering questions on why I choose the
actresses I did, and how the story developed, from a single short story to
a multi part saga.

BTW some of you may have DL Showtime Part 8 (3/3) it is missing the last
paragraph,I suggest you DL the Part 8 (Full version) The last line should
read (Violins playing in the background)

Enjoy Part 9 it's a long one, so get a new box of kleenex, you may need it
at the end. It's a tear jerker.


Standard Disclaimer
If you're under 18, get lost.  This is just and erotic story, with not
the slightest element of truth, or fact. Although it is based on some real
people, all actions and events are completely fictitious.  This is not
meant to slander any ones reputation. Pass the story on freely as you wish,
but without alterations.

"It's just a fantasy. It's not the real thing." - Billy Joel 

SHOWTIME - Catch a falling Star

PART 9 1/5

The group of celebrities standing on the deck, were awe struck at the
carnage they had just witnessed. There was however no wild screaming, no
stampede of footsteps. Just a quite nervous murmur, that permeated through
the crowd. Peter and Ted stood next to each other leaning against the
railing, unmoving. When the last shot sounded out, Sidney relaxed his grip
on Bridget. Breaking free she kicked off her shoes and jumped down the
steps, running full tilt along the path, Alyssa was close behind. Several
people followed, others stood silently in shock, crying, or mumbling quietly
amongst themselves. The cries from one of the girls screaming for an
ambulance got people moving again. Susan ran after her daughter, as did
Robert, Jamie, Sigourney, Kurt, Sidney and a host of others. Jane dashed
into the house to get towels, and blankets.

Sarah and Jennifer found solace in each other's arms, and closed their
eyes to pray. "Please God, let them be okay, please..." Winona was crying
into her mother's arms like a six-year old that had just fallen off a
swing.

Being first on the scene by a few seconds, Bridget stopped in her tracks
as she reached her friends.  Between a flowerbed and a fountain, a single
pool of light illuminated them at the edge of the orange grove. Steve lay on
his back, blood soaked his entire chest, his eyes closed to the world.
Beside him Heather was sitting in blood holding his hand by the wrist
trying to control her emotions. "Hang on Steve, hang on..." Jennie sat
behind Steve holding his head in her lap. Stroking his face and hair
speaking quietly through her tears. "Oh God please no, no..." Jennie had
taken off her jacket and stuffed it inside his shirt in an effort to stop
the bleeding. "Are you guy's hurt?" She asked timidly. They both shook
their heads no. It was hard to tell since they where both spotted with
blood.

A few feet beyond them she saw the gunman, sprawled out on his back like a
paper cut out, a small neat hole in the side of his head. She knelt beside
Heather placing her arms around her shoulders, Heather leaned on
her,"His pulse is weak." Alyssa ran into the light next breathing heavily,
she put her hands to her mouth, she sank to her knees beside Jennie,"Is
..is... he......alive?"  Jennie nodded silently sobbing.  Alyssa noticed
the blood oozing out of the wound in his leg. Reaching under her dress she
tore the lace trim from the bottom of her slip, and tied a tourniquet
around it. Heather turned to see Susan coming down the path.
        "WHERE THE HELL IS THAT AMBULANCE!!" She screamed. Susan looked
frightened, "It's on the way, I-I think they're sending a helicopter."

The others coming down gathered at the edge of the light, gasping at the
horror before them. Robert Redford worked his way around the group and went
over to the other man. He bent over and touched the man's neck. As he
straightened up and turned back to the crowd he shook his head.

Back up on the porch William Bradford stood next to his friend, and client
of nearly forty years. Pulling by the strap he carefully removed the
hunting rifle from Mr. Fonda's grasp, and laid it on a nearby table.
        "As your attorney Peter, I must insist you not to talk to police
without me being present." Peter nodded without turning his head. Becky sat
him down in a chair, and put her arms about him.

Jane arrived with the towels, Winona, Sarah and Jennifer helping her. The
girls began stuffing and binding Steve until he looked like an extra large,
used tampon. Steve's eye's flickered open as they wrapped him like an early
Christmas present. He saw an angel staring down at him, well actually it
was just Jennie. But with the light shining down from a tree lamp above her
head, she had that halo affect around her face. He felt her soft warm hands
holding his head, her tears dripping on his cheeks. He felt hands all over
his body. Jennie saw his eyes blink for just a moment.
        "Stay with me Steve, hang on You hear ME!"
        Bridget leaned forward cupping his face in her trembling
hands,"Don't you dare die on me." They could hear his breathing wheezing
tiredly. "Damn! He's still bleeding from somewhere I can't find it!" Heather
cried. "Did we get all the wounds?" Sarah asked. "Yes all of them damn it!"
Sigourney and Meg knelt down next to the girls, "Roll him on his side." One
of them ordered. They carefully rolled him on his left side, his back was
soaked in blood. A bullet had gone all the way through. Meg and Sigourney
shoved a towel under his jacket where the exit hole was then laid him on
his back again. He didn't even groan.
        The girls looked at one another scared, unsure, feeling helpless.
        "Shit, he's not breathing." Jennie swore. Winona looked up,"Are
you sure?" Jennifer flipped her long dark hair to one side and leaned over
putting her ear to his mouth, "I think she's right." Sarah started mouth to
mouth, after five minutes, Alyssa took over, then Meg relieved her. Heather
kept a close watch on his pulse and heart beat. Winona, pushed down on his
heart as Bridget kept count. Sigourney kept up pressure on the bandages.
The women rotated every three minutes for twenty minutes, until he came
through. Meg was giving him the breath of life when she suddenly felt his
tongue slip into her mouth. "He's breathing!" She yelled pulling back. The
girls looked down to see his tongue lolling around inside of his mouth. He
let out a slight moan.
        The paramedics arrived ten minutes later, as did the police.  They
carefully removed the towels and set to work. Someone in the crowd threw
up. After ten minutes they strapped him to a gurney and wheeled him through
the house to the front. The helicopter was parked in the center of the
circular driveway. Jennie and Heather where bundled up into two separate
ambulances, accompanied by Alyssa, and Sarah. The other's stayed behind
with their families, Jennifer stay with them to help.  The other guests
scattered throughout the house, some in the kitchen, others in the living
or recreation rooms. A few stayed outside on the deck.
        More police flooded the house and grounds, searching the area for
clues, taking statements, securing the perimeter against the coming media
onslaught. The press arrived fifteen minutes after the police. Fortunately,
they could be kept well away from the house as the entire area
was considered private property. So they set up bases half a mile down the
road from the Fonda ranch and waited.
        The first one's on the scene were black and white units. Upon
discovering what had happened and who was involved, they where glad for the
first time in their lives they weren't detectives. They organized evacuation
of the victims, and called for extra security at L.A. General Hospital. The
first detective to arrive took charge and immediately called for more men
and a surveillance helicopter.
        As the ambulances pulled up to the emergency entrance wrapped in
blankets Jennie and Heather got out amid tight security, walking through a
cordon of hospital security guards, as the press yelled questions and took
pictures from behind the police barrier twenty feet away.  The girls were
badly shaken from their ordeal, but stirred into action the second they
stepped in the door.  A short blonde doctor was waiting for them as they
burst through the sliding doors. "Hello my I'm Dr. Jessica Mensa." The girls
shook hands impatiently, "The man who was brought in here Mr. Colt."
Heather asked.
        "We have a trauma team working on him now, all I can tell you is
that he's stable, they'll be taking him to the O.R. at anytime now."  Alyssa
rubbed her eyes, how long will he be in there for?" The doctor turned to
her,"From what I know now, four maybe five hours. There was a lot of
internal damage, but the bleeding is well under control." The girls began
to worry.  Heather and Jennie submitted to rudimentary examinations, but
refused to take tranquilizers. Alyssa and Sarah called all the families and
settled down in a waiting room. Alyssa dug a card out of her purse and made
one more call.
        "Mr. Fonda?" Peter looked up to see a tall heavyset black man in a
grey suit peering down at him. The man extended his hand, "My name is Frank
Stone, I'll be the detective in charge of the investigation." Peter stood up
and shook hands, then he introduced his family and lawyer. "I've read the
statement you gave to the first officer on the scene. I'd like to take you
downtown for, fingerprinting, test for powder burns and a few
more questions."  The lawyer spoke up.
        "Is my client being charged at this time?" The detective shook his
head,"Not yet, we're still taking some statements and the weapons are on
the way to the lab.  We still have to recover the slugs from both victims."
        After the O.J. Simpson fiasco Frank wasn't about to have his career
flushed down the toilet by rushing things. The cop flipped open his note
pad,"Does the name Dimitri Yuraknockov mean anything to you?" Peter shook
his head, "No, was that who he was?" The man nodded, "According to the
driver's license found his car. It was parked down the road about a mile
away."
        Jane and Susan agreed to stay at the house to take care of things,
while Peter and his lawyer went downtown along with Ted who it was decided
would handle the press.  Bridget hugged her Dad as he left with the
police,"Can I go to the hospital?"
        Kissing her on the forehead he nodded, "Call me when you know
anything."
        Jennifer offered to drive her, but Becky insisted on a police car
taking them, six male officers standing nearby immediately volunteered for
the duty.  Captain Stone picked out two female officers taking statements.
Winona's parents still had to be interviewed they would be along later.
        Driving past the hordes of photographers and battery of cameras,
the lights flashed by like shooting stars. The girls ran into the hospital
and skidded to a halt in front of the nurse's station. "Steve Colt!" They
said in harmony. A motherly gray haired nurse looked up at them, "He's being
operated on right now ladies, please have a seat.  Alyssa came out of a
nearby waiting room, they walked over and hugged her. She pulled them inside
the room was full of people. Jennie's family was there, her parents and
fiancee. Heather's parents and friends Kelly Rutherford, and Coutney-Thorne
Smith showed up, her husband was on tour.
        Both women had been brought a change of clothes, so the press
wouldn't get any pictures of their blood soaked outfits. Jennie refused her
mothers offer to help her change. Last thing she needed tonight was for her
mother to find out, that her youngest daughter had the taste of
a high-class hooker when it came to lingerie. The damaged clothes where
taken by the police as evidence. Except of course their underwear, which
probably would have been "misplaced" on the way to the lab anyway. Hopefully
the tests wouldn't find any semen on her dress. Jennie got up and went to
Bridget, "How's your dad?"
        Bridget put on a brave face, "He's fine they're taking him downtown
for further questioning,"Jennie put her arms around her
frightened companion,"Is Steve going to be okay?" She asked.
        "He's in surgery probably for another two hours." Jennifer was
talking with Sarah and Alyssa, "How long has he been in there?" Sarah looked
up at the clock on the wall, "Two hours fifteen minutes." The new comers
were introduced to Jennie's folks and then settled down for a wait. Alyssa,
Sarah and Jennifer each called their parents, just to let them know they
were safe, and not involved.
        "What's taking so long?" Jennifer whined, "It's been five hours!
They said four." Bridget smiled tiredly, "Well at least we know he's still
alive, that's a good sign. Isn't it?" By this time Jennie and Heather had
been questioned by the police, and been allowed to go home to be with their
babies. Six hours later Dr. Mensa walked into the waiting room. Bridget was
still up, bleary eyed, exhausted, emotionally drained but awake. She woke up
Alyssa, Sarah, Jennifer, and Winona. Her parents had gone back to her
house. Bridget's mother Susan had come in during the morning.
        Despite the long night the doctor looked better than the girls did.
She directed her remarks to Bridget first of all. Since the event took
place at her father's residence, and she was uncertain as the relationship
of the others, with the patient. "Well you friend is out of surgery, we
removed two bullets from the leg, and left chest. The one in the shoulder
came out of the upper back. He's lost a lot of blood, but there wasn't too
much internal damage, the next twenty-four hours will be the most important.
If there are no complications by tomorrow morning, his chances of survival
will be good. He should recover fully, since no major organs were hit except
his left lung. So he'll be on a ventilator for a while to help him breath.
Right now he's resting comfortably, all we can do is wait and pray."
        Bridget put her arms around the doctor's shoulders,"Thank you!"
Winona came up behind her as did the others. "Could we please see him?" She
asked. "He'll be asleep for the next ten hours. But you can go in for five
minutes, two at a time." Winona smiled hugged Dr. Mensa. "Oh one more thing
we found an additional injury, other that the gunshot wounds. The girls
looked scared for a moment, "Mr. Colt has two sets of four parallel scratch
marks on his back, starting near his spine and going outwards. Did he and
the attacker get into a physical struggle?" The girls shook their heads
unknowingly, "None of us were close enough to see at that time." Winona
replied. "Well nothing serious, they should heal given time. You're friend
is down the hall first door on the left." She waved goodbye and left.
Alyssa, casually stuck her hands under her armpits. Then she went to a phone
and called the others to let them know Steve was out of surgery.
Bridget and Winona went in first. Holding hands the quietly walked into the
ICU. Standing in the doorway they absorbed the sight which greeted them.
Winona closed her eyes for a second and opened them again. Bridget took a
deep breath. They stepped into the room they moved to the bedside. He didn't
look bad for a guy with more hoses and wires attached to him than a car in
an auto shop. His skin was pale and damp, electrodes were pasted onto his
forehead, and a large tube was taped to his mouth connected to a hose that
ended at a ventilator. Another smaller tube fed oxygen through his nose. The
IV stuck in his right arm dripped steadily. He sounded like Darth Vader on
Valium. Bridget stood closest to Steve, she put her hand through the guard
rail of the bed.
        Their hands touched, cold, clammy, nervously. He looked so different,
weak, helpless, a shadow. Winona put her arm around her friend,"It wasn't
your fault, nothing could have stopped him you know that." Bridget stared
down at her superman, "If I hadn't had the party..." Winona sighed, "It
doesn't matter, Steve still would have been there for them. Just like he was
there for us."  Winona leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, saying a
silent prayer. Bridget gave his hand a slight squeeze, she wasn't sure and
it might have been a reaction but she thought his hand squeezed back.
        She let go of his hand and gave him small kiss on the cheek. She
and Winona left the room feeling a little better than before. Going back
into the waiting room they managed a cautious smile. Alyssa stood up looking
somewhat disheveled, as did they all. "How does he look?" She asked grabbing
hold of Winona's hands. "He looks good." She smiled. "Why don't you go on
in." Alyssa looked at Sarah and Jennifer. "You guy's go ahead. I'll wait."
Jennifer suggested.
        Alyssa and Sarah looked into the room not quite knowing what to
expect. It smelled of disinfectant, the monitors beeped and displayed his
vital signs. They walked in and peeked around the privacy curtain that was
pulled halfway down the bed. Sarah gasped at the sight. Alyssa winced a
bit. He looked half a step away from death. His chest was uncovered,
swathed in a big roll of bandages, his right arm was in a sling.
        Alyssa put her hand on his arm, then kneeled down on the floor to
pray. Sarah followed suit, after a minute or so they got up. Alyssa reached
over and brushed his face gently with the back of her fingers,"Just make
it one more day that's all you have to do." Sarah began to cry a bit, "You
can do it Steve, I know you can."
        Alyssa put an arm around her friend, they both kissed his cheek,
and slowly walked out of the room. When they came back Susan took Jennifer
in. When she saw Steve she wanted to cry all over him, Susan held her as
she swayed back and forth. "He'll be alright won't he?" She asked quietly.
        "He'll be just fine." Susan smiled meekly.
        The girls gathered for a quick meeting in the waiting room. Susan
went downstairs to arrange transport. They would all go home and get some
rest, Heather and Jennie would drop by to see Steve in a few hours. If
anything happened the hospital would call Bridget and Winona, they in turn
would call everyone else. Bridget had talked to her dad's lawyer and Uncle
Ted, both had persuaded her that when it came to questions concerning Mr.
Colt and how they came to know him, it was best to tell the truth. Since
no cover story they could come up with would hold for very long. The girls
decided that there was no harm in telling the world about Steve, and the
accident. His relationship with the other girls would still go undetected.
As far as his intervention on Jennie and Heather's behalf last night that
would be called a matter of luck. Alyssa looked around,"Who has his
Company ID?" Jennifer glanced over, "I do." Bridget nodded, "Keep it in a
safe place, don't let anyone see it." The younger girl nodded.
        The Fonda's and Horowitz's along with Heather and Jennie would
hold a press conference later in the day. After the police had released a
statement, of there preliminary investigation. The girls agreed that any
other questions asked before then would be answered with the routine,"No
comment." Then their families arrived to take them home. Mr. Fonda appeared
tired but in good spirits, after hugging his daughter and greeting the
others he had a quite word with one of the doctors to find out Steve's
prognosis, and arrange to pay for all Steve's medical expenses, regardless
of his insurance coverage. Winona wrote out a visitor list for the nursing
staff. The throng of reporters outside was intimidating, even Peter was
taken back. However they ignored the crowd and brushed off any questions.
        By this time America had woken up to find out what had happened
the night before. According to the news. A stalker had made an attempt to
abduct, or kill actresses Heather Locklear and Jennie Garth at a private
party given by actor Peter Fonda. The plot was foiled when the man shot
and critically wounded an unknown guest, who stumbled onto them. Then the
stalker himself was shot dead by Mr. Peter Fonda. After several hours of
questioning by L.A. Police Mr. Fonda was released on his own recognizance
without being charged, pending further investigation. The hospital released
a statement of Steve's injuries, and expected recovery. At this time they
refused to release his name pending notice of next of kin.
        It was going to be a slow day in Hollywood, many people at the
party didn't get home till 4AM. Schedules were rearranged, meetings post
phoned, shoots back logged. Sarah and Jennifer stayed with Alyssa at her
place. Her three dogs jumped up on them giving Alyssa a hard time for not
coming home last night. She cradled Hugo's head in her hands, and gave the
German shepherd GUARD dog a big kiss on the top of his nose, his tongue came
out and licked under her chin playfully. (She really does have a BIG GUARD
DOG) Her other two smaller dogs found sympathetic friends in Sarah and
Jennifer. The girls had some snacks, Alyssa fed her dogs and kicked them
out in the back yard. Then they went upstairs and stripped off, sharing her
queen size bed for the morning.
        Within hours of the event phones began to ring halfway across the
country. The CIA went into action to find out why one of its floaters got
aerated, and what he was doing at a big celebrity party.  They started by
back tracking all of his movements for the last two-weeks, a picture began
to form. Steve's relatives and employer were notified by the L.A.P.D. they
got on the next flight to Los Angeles.
        Several hours later the girls awoke still tired and groggy. They
prepared to meet the group at the hospital, Jennifer called ahead to see
how Steve was doing.  The duty nurse told her if she wanted any information
she would have to come down to the ICU in person. When they got there the
others had already arrived, Heather was there with her father, Jennie,
Bridget, and Winona with their families. A small group of actors and
actresses stood nearby, they had come for moral support. Uncle Ted stood
conspicuously in the background.
        Mr. Bradford Peter's lawyer made the initial statement, informing
the press of his client's current status in the police investigation. Most
of the first questions involved Peter Fonda, the answers were short and
brief.
        Heather and Jennie made a short speech in which they thanked the
public for their support, asked for their prayers, and answered a few
stupid questions from the reporters.  Without batting a wing they denied
any prior relationship or knowledge of their Mr. Colt. Then the media
started asking more questions about Steve Colt, whose name had been
released by the police.
        Bridget and Winona stepped up and broke their silence about the
accident. Their friends stood in the wings and watched. The press went nuts
with questions, cameras flashed, microphones where held out like offerings
to the gods. Questions were yelled loudly, people shouted over each other
making it hard to hear anything, after a few minutes of controlled chaos
the girls ended the conference and headed inside.  A line of security guards
cordoned off the entrance behind them to keep out the press and crowd of on
lookers.
        The group stepped inside the hospital to a quite calm. Taking
separate elevators they made their way to ICU, several baskets of flowers
already crowded the nurse's station. Bridget got to the counter first,
Steve was resting comfortably but was not yet awake.  Inside the waiting
room they saw two women, watching the TV which was bolted to a shelf up
in one corner of the room. The they were tall at least 5'11, one was
noticeably older than the other, who looked to be in her early twenties,
they were reasonably well dressed and quite fit looking. The TV was tuned
into the news channel, which was just finishing the live broadcast of the
press meeting they had just given outside. The reporter was just giving
his last comments.
        The older women turned around to see Jane Fonda standing in the
doorway.  She instantly recognized the 70's film star, walking over to
group and held out her hand, "My name is Nancy Greyson, Aeronautics Editor
of Jane's Magazine and Mr. Colt's boss." The younger women came up behind
her, "This is Miss Lisa Colt, Steve's sister." Nancy was dressed in a
charcoal grey pantsuit with a peach blouse, her brown curly hair was
starting to show a tint of silver. Heather guessed she was in her early
fifties.  She had a Lauren Bachallish look about her. Steve's sister had
dark long curly hair, there was a slight resemblance between her and
Jennifer. One could almost see an older, taller version of Jennifer Love
Hewitt in her, except her breasts were very small, like a swimmer's chest.
She wore a simple off white skirt, matching jacket and light blue blouse.
Her gold wire glasses made her look like a secretary. The two women were
introduced to the rest of the group, and they all sat down to talk. Bridget
and Winona filled them in on what had happened last night, both women where
astonished at just who Steve had made friends with.

        End 1/5



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