- Bonds, Lame Bonds(Part 1/6)
Date: Wednesday, June 21, 2000
- SJ <email@example.com>
AN ALTERNATE ENDING TO BONDS OF STEELE
(I watched Bonds while
researching for another story, when the thought struck me that
Laura wouldn't fight him over the keys. I thought that she would
more likely throw the keys back at him and say "go to hell".
The last thing she would do is agree to marry him. This story
goes in that direction, more or less. I'm not sure when the ep
first aired but I'm guessing it was end of May and I'm using
that time frame for the purposes of this story.)
"Just stop this car and let me out," she demanded.
"Sorry, I'm on a rather tight schedule. The best I can do
is slow down."
She reached over and pulled the keys from the ignition.
"Laura, come on!" he scolded.
When the call rolled to a slow stop, she stormed out. He followed
suit dashing out the driver's side after her, "Laura, Laura
wait please, Laura wait. You don't seem to grasp the gravity
of the situation. If I'm not married to an American citizen by
six o'clock this evening, I going to be thrown out of the country."
"So you're going to waltz down the aisle with the happy
"Laura, please this is no time to be jealous."
"I'm not jealous, I'm ANGRY, can't you tell the difference?"
"Why are you angry? I'm the one who's being deported."
"For some cockeyed reason, I expected less of you."
"Less? Less what?"
"Less trickery, less deceit, less of everything that makes
me doubt your feelings for me."
"Would you have married me?"
"Of course not!"
"And I wouldn't have asked."
"I knew if we worked at it hard enough we'd find something
to agree on."
"Laura, Laura, Laura, look. How could I ask you to be part
of a ploy, a scam, an arrangement?"
"So you shopped around, found the best deal in town and
"I rented actually. In fact, I'm paying by the hour. So
I really do need these keys right now.
He grabbed her hands to pry the keys from her grasp. Just then
the car phone began to ring. He looked at her, then the car and
started racing back to answer it
"Steele here...Clarissa? Don't be...I'm on my way."
Laura stood there. Suddenly she felt nothing but contempt and
wearily threw the keys in his direction. "Do whatever you
want, I guess it's none of my business,"
She turned and stormed off in the opposite direction. He shouted
to her, "Laura wait!" Steele still had Clarissa on
the phone. He was torn. Go after Laura? Go through with the original
plan? He reasoned that he was doing all of this for her after
all. He saw Laura scamper across the busy intersection and decided
to square things with the INS, then he would have a lifetime
to apologize to Laura.
When he got to the chapel, the only people there were Mildred
and an older gentlemen.
"Mildred? where is everyone, Clarissa? the minister?"
"Mr. Steele I'd like you to meet James Moyer."
Remington extended his hand with some apprehension, "Mr.
"Mr. Steele. Krebbie here tells me you're in some sort of
trouble." He replied as he handed Remington his business
Mildred interjected, "Clarissa told me the whole story.
James is a friend who I used to work with at the IRS. He might
be able to help."
"Mildred I appreciate the gesture, but my problem is with
the INS not the IRS."
"James is now a lawyer specializing in governmental litigation.
Working on the other side of the fence for so many years has
given him valuable experience dealing with the bureaucracy."
"Can you really help my situation, Mr. Moyer?"
"I believe I can," the grey-haired gentleman assured
"I only have until six o'clock this evening."
"Then it sounds like I need to hurry down there and file
an extension on your behalf."
James stood and shook Remington's hand again, "I'll call
you tomorrow." He kissed Mildred on the cheek and left.
Remington sank into a nearby pew.
"Boss?" she touched him on the shoulder, "This
will all work out, you'll see"
"I only wish I could say the same about Laura."
"Where is Miss Holt?"
"I don't know. She ran off. I'm afraid I've really messed
things up between us this time." He bowed his head in shame.
"Well don't just sit there, go find her!" Mildred pulled
him up by his sleeve and pushed him in the direction of the door.
Remington drove back to the intersection where he last saw her
and cruised up and down the adjoining streets. He then headed
in the direction of her loft. As he started to climb the steps
to the entrance, a young man from her building who was carrying
a bicycle down the steps commented, "If you're looking for
3A, an ambulance took her away about ten minutes ago."
"An ambulance? What happened?"
"Don't know...but it looked pretty bad. She was unconscious.
Her clothes and hair looked like she had been in an accident."
"Do you know where they took her?"
"Nah, but there's some cops up in her apartment, they might
Remington knocked on the open metal door and poked his head in,
Two uniform policemen were standing at the door with their thumbs
hooked in their belts while a crime scene unit worked her apartment.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Remington Steele. Laura works with me. Can you tell
me what happened?"
A plain clothes detective stepped forward. "Mr. Steele,
let me I ask you a few questions first?"
"Is she okay? Where did the ambulance take her?"
"When was the last time you saw her?"
"About two hours ago. NOW where is she," he demanded
"I think they took her to St. Joseph's."
Remington raced out the door and down the stairs before the police
could question him any further. Naturally when the ambulance
arrived and saw Laura's appearance, they assumed she met with
foul play and they called the police. He stopped at the "information"
desk and blurted out in haste, "Laura Holt. She was brought
in by ambulance."
The woman behind the desk, tapped on the keyboard, "That's
"Sorry sir, she's not in the computer yet. If they brought
her into emergency, she might not be admitted yet."
Before she could give him the speech on hospital procedures and
policy, he was headed in the direction of the emergency wing.
There he encountered another "information" desk lacking
any useful information.
"Holt, Laura Holt. An ambulance brought her in."
"If she was brought in by ambulance and considered critical,
she wouldn't be registered in until her chart was turned into
Remington glanced down the hall and spotted a couple of paramedics
carrying an empty backboard and called to them, "Gentlemen!
Did you happen to bring in a young woman, brunette, disheveled
"Yes," he sighed in relief that someone could help
him find Laura. "Do you know how she is..........where she
One of them pointed down the hall, "Trauma 2."
Remington hurried down the hall and watched intently. A half
dozen hospital personnel obscured his view. Occasionally one
would move aside and he'd catch a glimpse of her. But it wasn't
the Laura he knew. It wasn't the same Laura who just hours earlier
walked away from him upset. He recognized her discarded sneakers
and clothing on the floor. Even though he didn't know what happened,
he felt utterly helpless and profoundly guilty. Two orderlies
pushed Laura on a gurney past him toward the elevators. She was
pale. Tubes and electronic equipment made it appear as if she
was in grave danger. He stopped the doctor as he came out of
the room, "Doctor, can you tell me how she is? Where are
they taking her?"
He ignored Remington's question as he finished dictating his
instructions. He then turned his attention to Mr. Steele. "Are
you her husband?"
"No I'm....." he stopped trying to think of a word
to describe what he was. Boyfriend didn't seem to fit. Partner?
Co-worker? that was too formal. He then just shook his head and
admitted, "No, I'm not."
"I'm sorry. I can only discuss her condition with family
members. Do you know who might be her next of kin?"
*Next of kin?* he thought to himself. *They only say that in
the grimmest situations*. "She has a sister in Tarzana."
"Please call her. We'll need some patient history and consent."
"Where are they taking Laura?"
"Up to surgery and probably ICU after that. Third floor.
I really must go now, sir. "
End Part 1
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