- Steele Holting Out For You 1/?
- (working title)
Date: Thursday, December 07, 2000
- giglnbreez@aol.com <giglnbreez@aol.com>
I'm not exactly sure of how this works, but this is just something
I was working on today between breaks in rehearsals and classes.
I suppose if it needed a rating possibly pg-13 for minor amounts
of double entendre. And if
you don't like it or the idea of it please delete and never think
of it again. :)
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BRRRRRINGGG!!
- The comfortable silence was broken
into a million tiny fragments as Remington Steele shot out of
bed to shut off his alarm.
"Damn, I feel like I need another six hours," he said
to himself as he ran his fingers through his hair and stepped
drowsily into the bathroom. He looked into the mirror and to
no one in particular spoke, "I still don't get it, just
have to make a Cary Grant out of my own Archie Leach." He
went through the shower and stepped back into his room, in front
of his closet.
- "Let's see," He contemplated
his closet as if he were a Russian master assessing his chess
board, "Ah, yes!" He pulled his choice out and proceeded
to get dressed.
- As he strode into the kitchen, he
pulled a pale blue carnation from a vase on the counter and placed
it in his lapel before he prepared his breakfast. It wasn't anything
fancy, just his favorite -- bacon and eggs.
- He cleaned the table when he finished
his meal. He looked down at his jacket to make sure he hadn't
dropped anything and left his apartment to start his day.
Cruising down the road in his Auburn, Remington listened to his
favorite tape -- "Greatest Movie Themes of All Time,"
not everything about him was a surprising mystery. He reached
the garage and pulled into this space. He looked around hoping
he was there before his associate Laura Holt, but, "Damn,"
well there's always tomorrow.
His trip up to the office was uneventful and glided through the
doors, "Good morning!"
"Chief, shhhh, I'll have your coffee ready in a minute.
Miss Holt is sleeping in her office," Mildred Krebbs, faithful
Girl Friday for the agency hushed.
- "Really? I thought she was
going home early last night."
"She was on her way out when she got a phone call. When
I came in this morning she was sound asleep at her desk."
"Alright, send any calls into me and let her rest, She has
been up late every night for weeks," Mildred gave Steele
an accusing glance, "You know it's only because she's been
working hard, luv."
- "I know, but a mother hen can't
help but hope," she smiled as Remington rolled his eyes
and ducked into his office.
Around 11:30 Mildred buzzed, "Mr. Steele, you have a client
coming at noon."
- "Thanks I'll wake Laura, do
you have the file?"
"No, this one is in Miss Holt's handwriting, I think the
file is her pillow."
"I guess I'll take care of it then," he let go of the
button and crossed over to the adjoining door and walked into
Laura Holt's office quietly.
He had been trying all morning to come up with the best way to
wake her. He walked up behind her and bent over her shoulder.
A little smile was creeping over his lips, he breathed in the
scent of her hair. Then he quietly murmured, "Miss Holt,
Laura, we have an appointment in a half hour and you're drooling
on the file," Laura turned slightly, "Laura, you need
to wake up."
She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck. Then
she proceeded to pull him down for a kiss when she opened her
eyes. "Mr. Steele! What are you ... wait, what am I doing
here?" Remington congratulated himself. *Good choice. *
"We have a client in a half hour that you penciled in. I,
uh, came in to, um, arouse you out of your slumber..." his
eyes twinkled. He knew it would happen sometime. It had dawned
on him quite sometime ago that he was head over heels for her.
Now it was her turn.
"Mr. Steele," she had by now gained her composure,
"I'll be in your office in five, start reading," she
handed him the file as she left the room to freshen up.
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- End Part 1
- To Part
2
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