- Running scrap scene
Date: Thursday, February 22, 2001
- sue hantak <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Steele in the Running- Scrap Scene
(I am assuming Laura's little 'folly' (as Remington put it,
but PAX chopped that too) happened on a Saturday. The following
scene transpired on the Sunday after the triathalon)
Laura slid the door open to her loft then instantly grimaced
with her hand automatically covering her mouth, "Damn,"
she admonished herself. "I've lost all track of time."
She glanced at her wrist, "I should call Frances and tell
her that we're running a little late."
"I already did. Laura where have you been all morning? I
tried to call several times."
"I got an address off the registration form and went back
to the organizers of Westside Triathalon to get a jump on the
case." Laura made a quick circuit of her loft. She breezed
through the kitchen turning off the coffee maker and rinsed her
Remington crossed his arms, "Need I remind you that it's
Sunday? Normal people sleep in, attend church, go to family barbeques....like
we're supposed to." She bounded up the steps to her bedroom
area where she straightened the comforter and closed the closet
Remington continued, "Donald is grilling as we speak and
your sister, no doubt, is popping Jell-O out of the mold, wondering
where we are."
Laura smirked at the mental image of the great Remington Steele
eating Jell-O. She reached around the bathroom door jamb and
turned out the light. "Well you're right, I couldn't find
anyone to answer my questions. I'll go there first thing tomorrow."
"What questions? It was a simple occurrence of mistaken
identity. There is nothing to investigate here."
"Mistaken identity?" Laura grabbed her purse and keys
and walked toward him still standing in the doorway. She demonstrated,
"You make it sound like someone tapped me on the shoulder
and said, 'Excuse me Miss, you look vaguely familiar'".
Remington opened his mouth to clarify his point, but Laura cut
him off, "TWO MEN tried to run me off the road on my bike,
them forcibly SHOVED me into a van." She stepped into the
hall and once Remington was out of the loft, she locked the door.
"Laura, you're safe, you even finished the event. No harm
done, eh?" He smiled delightedly, hoping she would see it
his way for once.
"Aren't you the least bit curious that someone tried to
"Concerned, yes. Curious, no."
"Concerned?" Laura perked up at the prospect that he
was about to actually acknowledge some of those guarded feelings
that he keeps so secret, sealed and locked away .
"Of...of course, I was concerned. I, um....um..." he
stammered, uncertain, how to get out of this. "I mean, if
anyone is going to grab you..." He wrapped his arms tightly
around her, "I think it should be me."
(Cut to Snap Hooks commercial)