- "Signed, Steeled and Delivered"
Date: Friday, January 18, 2002
- By: Frannie Piper
Another scene I had to write to answer three lingering issues
in this ep:
1 - Murphy's insistence that LH does not have enough fun in the
first scene and his scolding her during the final scene in total
ignorrance of her weekend activities. I always thought the exchange
between LH and RS at the end warranted more...
2 - Laura's never answering Steele's questions regarding the
man she lived with.
3 - The scene in the car regarding getting in too deep also needed
Permission to archive...
Signed, Steeled and Delivered PAX(ed) Scene
This scene takes place immediately after the scene at Sheldon's
wedding and before the tag...
The elevator doors at the Rossmore Towers opened to reveal Remington
and Laura laughing. She held her shoes in her hand and leaned
slightly on him with her arm laced through his. Remington had
removed his morning coat and tie and had them slung over his
free hand. As they begin to exit the elevator, it is apparent
that they are both a little intoxicated.
"I had no idea that you were such a good dancer," Laura
said, leaning against the wall as Remington opened the door to
He leaned over to look her in the eye and said seductively, "There
are a great many things that you don't know about me, my dear."
Laura sighed and touched his cheek, forcing herself to focus
on his eyes. "That is part of the problem," she answered.
After a long pause, she involuntarily lost focus on his deep,
blue eyes. "I think I had too much champagne."
"Well," Remington responded, standing upright and motioning
for her to enter the apartment ahead of him, "it did not
seem to hamper your dancing skills, my dear - the tango, the
waltz... You must have had a good teacher."
"I did," she answered, plopping onto the sofa, "my
"Love to meet him." Steele threw his coat on the armchair
and sat next to Laura on the couch.
Remington stared at her confused. Then, upon realizing he may
have said something inappropriate, he took her hand and said,
"Oh, Laura, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize your father had
Laura shakes her head and laughs softly. "No," she
answered, "he's not dead. At least, not that I know of.
He left when I was a teenager."
"See," she continued, standing and walking over to
the windows at the balcony "men have a habit of leaving
me." She turned around to face him at the end of her statement.
"Laura, it's not you..."
"That's what I try to tell myself," she interrupted
him. She paused and looked away, trying to decide if she wanted
to continue this conversation. The champagne was working on her
inhibitions. "You know the white belts?"
"What?" Remington was confused by her change in the
"The white belts you found in my house," she explained.
"You want to know about the man I lived with? Well, that
was another one," she gestured in the air, "gone with
"Not all men are like that, Laura."
"No, you're right - only the ones that I end up with."
She turned, opened the door to the balcony and went outside.
Remington rose from the couch, poured himself a glass of brandy
and joined Laura on the balcony. She was staring out at the skyline.
After a pause he ventured, "So, this is what you meant when
you said that Murphy was worries about you getting in too deep."
"I've had too much too drink," Laura answered, rubbing
her forehead. "Forget I said anything."
Remington looked sideways at Laura, who continued to rub her
forehead. "Laura, I know I'm not exactly Mr. Stability,
and I admit that my evasiveness regarding my past can be very
frustrating for you. But all I'm asking for is to spend some
time with you."
Laura stopped rubbing her head and looked up at him. He sounded
like a nervous teenager asking a girl to a high school dance.
"I like you, Laura - more than just a business associate.
Let's just see where things lead."
Laura sighs heavily. "You know my policy," she answers,
"Ah, yes," he answers looking up to the sky. "Never
mix business with pleasure." He paused a moment, thinking.
"Well," he continued, going back inside with Laura
following. "What if I promised you that there would be no
"What?" Laura asked, laughing.
Remington sat his glass on a table.
"I mean," he responded, walking over to the stereo
and turning on some music, "what if I promised you that
spending time with me would be hopelessly boring? Endlessly tedious?
"I mean," he walked back over to her and assumed a
dancing position, taking her hand and placing his on her hip,
"then it wouldn't be breaking anyone's rules, right?"
They begin dancing around the apartment as Laura laughs.
"You're insane," she tells him.
"After all," Remington continued with his solution,
"I wouldn't want you to have too much fun, Laura Holt."
She smiled at him as the music ended.
"That's another of Murphy's worries," Laura said.
"That I don't have enough fun, that I work too hard."
"On that one point, I would have to agree with Mr. Michaels."
"And just what do you call this afternoon at the wedding?
And this?" she gestured at themselves still standing in
their dancing stance.
"Well, not fun. After all, Laura," he said softly as
he looked into her eyes and bent his head down, "I wouldn't
want you to break any rules." He kissed her lightly and
cautiously. She did not pull away, and so he deepened the kiss.
The music started up again as they parted, and Remington swept
her into a waltz.
She threw her head back and laughed.