- Bonds, Lame Bonds part 2/6
Date: Wednesday, June 21, 2000
- SJ <firstname.lastname@example.org>
"Mr. Steele!" Frances called to him as soon as she
saw him sitting in the waiting area.
Frances was excitable under normal conditions. Having her baby
sister rushed to the hospital unexpectedly elevated her disposition
to a frantic state. She fired one question after another at Remington,
not giving him any opportunity to respond, "What happened?
Where is she? What did the doctor say?" Donald gripped her
shoulders from behind, "Sweetheart, calm down. Let Mr. Steele
tell us what he knows."
"I'm afraid I don't know. They won't tell me anything,"
he looked rather ragged and dejected. "I have no legal standing
as far as the hospital is concerned. All I know is they took
her into surgery. They wanted Frances for patient history and
Mildred arrived soon after the Pipers. She gave Mr. Steele a
what-did-you-do-now look but before she could speak, the surgery
doors parted. A doctor emerged taking off the surgical cap and
smoothing his hair. Frances barged her way to confront him. "Do
you have any news on Laura Holt?"
"Are you family?"
"I'm her sister."
"Can you come with me?"
It really wasn't a question. The doctor turned and led Frances
into the recovery room. Mildred grabbed Remington's hand in a
comforting gesture. Frances came back moments later.
"She has extensive bruising and three broken ribs. One of
the broken ribs punctured her lung and it collapsed. They are
going to keep her in ICU for a while." Donald went over
to her and hugged her as she broke down and sobbed.
Frances dabbed her eyes and Donald looked at Remington. "Mr.
Steele, what happened?"
He explained, "We were on a case. She might have been injured
when she was locked in a wind tunnel or when she jumped from
a moving car and tumbled down an embankment or when she tackled
the perpetrator. I had no idea she was hurt. She seemed fine
the last time I saw her." *The last time I saw her * Remington
cringed in remorse at the memory of the last time he spoke to
her. Hell, the way he treated her all day. And to think should
may have received her acute injuries while she was rolling around
in the mud at Unidac while he did virtually nothing. He selfishly
thought she was getting what she deserved for breaking up his
Frances sniffed, "She'll be in ICU recovery for a few hours.
I have to go to the administrator's office and sign some forms."
"Can I see her?" Remington asked hopefully.
"I think they only allow family." Frances answered
*There's that "family" word again. Granted we had a
bit of a falling out today, but there is no one in the world
closer to Laura than me* "Well that's probably for the best.
I would just upset her again, I'm afraid." Remington resigned.
"Chief, you want to get some coffee or something?"
Mildred could sense Mr. Steele's depression.
"No, thank you, Mildred." He dropped his face into
his hands, "This is all my fault...I should have been helping
her at Unidac instead of running off to that ridiculous wedding."
Mildred sat down next to him and put her arms around his shoulder.
"Notice I'm not arguing with you, Mr. Steele," Mildred
"You know, that sounds like something Miss Holt would say."
"Don't worry, Boss, she'll pull through this just fine."
"Physically, she might recover. I've hurt her, Mildred.
Emotionally, I'm afraid I've done some irreparable damage."
"Miss Holt won't be alert for a while. Let's go home and
get you changed. You wouldn't want to apologize to her in that,
would you?" Mildred tugged on the lapel of his tuxedo.
"You're so right, Miss Krebs. Thank you." He kissed
her on the top of her head. "I want to find Frances and
let her know I'll be right back."
He would have been right back, but he was detained by the police
when he arrived at his apartment. As far as the authorities were
concerned, and until Miss Holt herself sets the record straight,
they were still treating it as an assault case. Her injuries
and torn clothes combined with an eyewitness who reported their
argument on the street supported their presumption. After all,
a decorated limo with personalized plates and a well dressed
man arguing with a woman in Laura's condition tends to be somewhat
conspicuous and memorable. Their theory of the crime was that
Steele followed her to her loft and beat her following their
argument on the street. Of course he didn't have an alibi, he
was driving around looking for Laura. They escorted Mr. Steele
to the station and held him in an interrogation room for close
to an hour.
"I've told you several times already." Remington huffed.
"So you're intent on sticking to that Unidac story?"
One detective asked when the other returned to the room.
"Rape kit is negative." The second detective declared
as he shut the door.
"Rape kit?" Remington questioned surprised by further
absurdity of the situation.
"Just part of procedure...whenever an unconscious, battered
woman is found."
"I would like to get back to the hospital now, gentlemen.
Am I under arrest or may I go?"
"Just don't leave town."
*Well if Mr. Moyer doesn't come through with that extension,
at least they can't deport me* Remington thought to himself as
he left the police department.
He knew it was past visiting hours when he got back to the hospital.
Frances had sent Donald home to be with the children as she sat
alone in the waiting area outside the ICU. She was grateful for
"Have you seen her yet?" Remington asked as he neared.
"For a few minutes. It was awful, Mr. Steele. They showed
me pictures of her bruises, then a social worker grilled me about
abusive boyfriends, crazed stalkers. I tried to explain that
she has a very dangerous job but they didn't seem interested
"I know. They seem to think that I'm the abusive boyfriend."
He nodded, "And until Laura wakes up and tells them differently,
I'm their number one suspect."
"I signed a waiver instructing the staff to include you
"I know how close the two of you are. Last week she said
something about the two of you going away together for the Fourth
of July holiday... Laura doesn't tell me much, but she seems
to be very happy."
Just when he thought it wasn't possible to feel any worse than
he already did, Frances said something like that. He rubbed his
face, inconspicuously wiping away a tear welling up. "Why
don't you go home. I'll call you if there is any change."
The next morning, Mildred gently shook him and offered him a
cup of coffee. "Were you here all night?" He squinted,
relieved her of the coffee and simply nodded. "Any news
on Miss Holt yet?"
Remington stood and stretched. "No......no change. They
just keep telling me she is heavily sedated and rest is the best
thing for her."
Walking closer to the ICU glass doors he stared there for a moment.
The same police detectives arrived. They identified themselves
to the attending nurse who handed over the envelope containing
the photos of Laura's injuries and the remnants of her clothing.
Remington made his way back in Mildred's direction. The officers
stopped his progress and taunted him, "Mr. Steele...We're
ready for that confession any time you are."
He said nothing. Mildred of course heard it too. "What was
all that about, Chief?"
"They think Laura was assaulted...and I'm the one who did
it. As much as Laura needs to rest and recover, I wish she would
wake up and let them know what really happened."
Laura had a fleeting conscious moment later that morning. She
barely opened her eyes and labored to take a sip of water. The
doctor saw it as a good sign. Remington was scared by how frail
Laura seemed. The doctor didn't know the spitfire Laura Holt;
the Laura Holt who operated at break neck speed, the Laura Holt
who chased criminals and dodged bullets. Laura drifted in and
out throughout the day. As much as he wanted to stay by her side,
Remington still had the INS investigation looming. At four in
the afternoon, he went into Laura's room. She was asleep. Regardless,
he held her hand and stroked her cheek. "I have to go for
a while. I'm going to straighten out this whole immigration mess.
I'm going to do it the RIGHT way this time. I'll be back shortly."
End Part 2
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