- H.O.L.T. Blue 4/?
Date: Wednesday, January 17, 2001
- sue hantak <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Remington followed a few cars behind. Suddenly the lights and
siren came on and the police car sped up, making a hasty right
turn on the next available street. Driven by an uneasy mix of
curiosity and concern, Remington accelerated and maneuvered through
traffic to keep up. Jarvis' car pulled to a stop aside another
squad car. Mr. Steele passed them and turned one block up to
circle back and park.
- When Mildred's nondescript sedan
went by, Laura did a double take almost as if she sensed his
presence. Jarvis noticed her lagging behind, "Holt? You
"Yeah, I'm right behind you." Laura looked one last
time but the car had already turned before she could make out
the driver or the plates.
A handful of crime scene detectives were already dusting for
prints and taking photos. When Jarvis entered the room, one of
them straightened up and addressed him, "Simpson bought
it... eight, maybe twelve hours ago. Four shots to the chest.
His own weapon was found over there. Four rounds missing from
the magazine. Eight empty evidence bags marked 'Sedona' by the
coffee table, sensor tags are still attached. I would guess that
the snowstorm on the floor was once in those bags. Looks like
your basic drug-deal-gone-bad."
"I want to see the report as soon as you have it."
Jarvis commanded. When Laura and Jarvis were walking back to
the car, she caught a glimpse of that same car parked across
the street and half a block away. This time, she was able to
make out the license plate. Vanity plates. DRGNLDY1. "I
can't believe he's been following us." Laura said to herself,
but loud enough for Jarvis to ask, "Who's following us?"
"I'll be right back, Jimmy." Laura scampered across
the street in heavy traffic pulling her nightstick out of its
hold. She rapped several times on the half-open window, shouting,
"All right, step out of the car, sir."
He lowered the newspaper he was hiding behind, protesting, "Now
"I said out of the car!" she demanded.
A nervous smile emerged. He had hoped she was merely roleplaying,
but his instincts told him that she was angry with him for following
her around. His instincts were right.
Remington tried once again to speak, but as he took one step
out of the car, Laura spun him around, "Hands on the car!"
she barked. He placed his palms on the roof of the car. Laura
began to pat him down as if she were really arresting him. Under
any other circumstance, he'd enjoy Laura's lovely hands roaming
on his chest, clenching his backside and creeping up his inseam.
But this was definitely not any form of foreplay.
"Laura what are you doing?"
Without answering, she grabbed his left wrist from the top of
the car and wrestled it behind his back attaching one metal link.
She reached for his right hand.
"Laura, when I suggested we put the handcuffs to use, this
isn't what I had in mind."
Still in a professional stance, she began to read him his rights,
"Remington Steele, you are under arrest for partner mistrust.
You have the right to remain silent, but it really doesn't matter
what you say, because I'm not listening to any lame excuses anyway.
You have the right to an attorney, but a doctor might be of more
use once I get through with you." She shoved him from behind
and ushered him back across the street and into Jarvis' car.
"I apprehended this suspect on a twenty-dash forty subsection
C" Laura made a bogus charge explaining to Jarvis.
"Good Morning Detective, I seem to have committed some egregious
infraction in Miss Holt's eyes. Would you mind releasing me?"
Remington pleaded as Laura bent his head into the back seat.
"Sorry Mr. Steele, I'm assigned to a special task force.
Corporate squabbles really aren't my jurisdiction."
Jarvis smiled as he started the car, "Going to throw the
book at him?"
"The fattest, hardbound one I can find." Laura confirmed.
They pulled up to the station when Remington tried again, "Okay
Laura you made your point, I'm sorry I followed you. Will you
please let me go now?"
Laura dragged him into the station. She fingerprinted him first.
She showed no consideration for the amount of ink she got all
over him or the pain she was inflicting on his fingers as she
pushed and rolled them on the paper with much more force than
was necessary. When Remington realized she was intent to teach
him a lesson, he merely let her continue her tantrum. He knew
she was doing her usual overreaction, she would calm down and
let him out soon enough. Then it would be his turn for contrition...or
About an hour passed when Laura came to his cell. She asked the
guard to open the door then give them a few minutes alone.
"A twenty-dash forty subsection C mandates a one hour...
- umm(she looked at her watch)thirty-three
minute jail sentence. So you're free to go. But you have to abide
by the conditions of your parole."
"A promise to trust my judgment, to not second guess my
He opened his mouth to defend his noble reasons, but Laura stopped
him, "Plus a fabulous dinner and full body massage this
"I'm getting off rather easy." Remington concluded.
Laura looked around to make sure they were still alone. She wrapped
her arms around his neck, pressed her body close and whispered
seductively "No, You have that all wrong. You're supposed
to get me off."
"I'll do my best to satisfy the conditions of my parole....or
should I say...satisfy my parole officer?"
"I have a few more things to go over with Jarvis. I've called
Mildred already and you still need to pick up her car from Church
Ave. Your place? Around seven?"
Remington had a bit of shopping to do for the evening. He stopped
at a market to get the necessary ingredients for dinner as well
as a bouquet of repentant roses. At the checkout he handed his
credit card to the clerk. She swiped the card. An overly loud
beep seemed to announce to everyone in line behind him that his
card was not accepted. A nervous smile apologized to those waiting
as the cashier tried again. Again the machine beeped a resounding
refusal. He then reached into his shoe and pulled out a hundred
dollar bill to settle his bill. Ever since that Pick Six debacle,
he made it a point to always have some cash on hand, more specifically
on foot. He had another stop at The Body Shoppe to pick up some
lotions, oils for Laura's massage, plus a few aromatic candles
for the proper mood. Remington stopped at an ATM machine to replenish
his cash supply. This time, his bank card was denied. "That
woman! She cut off my credit again!" he seethed.
- End Part 4
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