- Steele Untitled Part 4/?
Date: Friday, March 01, 2002
- Sinead O'Byrne <SteeleaScarecrow@hotmail.com>
OK-took me less time than I thought! Here it is! Don't forget
to tell me what you think! If it wasn't for feedback, this would've
taken a lot longer! ENJOY!
I woke up to hear a groan come from the bedroom. I smiled, thinking
of the hangover Harry must have. I walked into his kitchen, raiding
his cabinets and fridge looking for what I needed. I found the
bunch of ingredients quickly, and mixed the rather obscure group
of objects together. I strained it into a glass before moving
on to make something for breakfast. I was in a cooking mood.
Just as I finished making sausage and eggs, Harry stumbled in.
"Tabitha! What are you doing here?" He said when he
saw me cooking in his kitchen.
"Making you breakfast. Here." I said giving him the
"Your famous hangover relief?"
"You got it. And your breakfast is ready." I said,
as I piled the food onto a plate. He gulped down the mix of ingredients
before swiping the plate away from me and walking over to the
table, where he proceeded to chow down. "Look, I'm going
to be busy today, but I'll only be at the hotel. Give me a call
if you need anything. If you don't feel like going out to get
groceries or something, that fridge is running low, or if you
just need someone to talk to, you know where to find me."
He gave me a weak smile.
"Well, I'll be on my way. Like I said, call if you need
"I will, don't worry. But I'm not an invalid."
"I didn't think you were." I smiled at him, and walked
out of his apartment. I drove back to the hotel, where I jotted
down the notes on my newest plan on a piece of paper. I flipped
to the real estate section of the Times. I quickly found the
perfect spot to base things. He'd be right under her nose the
whole time. Being since it was a Saturday, I figured that Mildred
would be home, and dialed the number.
"Hello?" Answered a groggy voice.
"I'm sorry Miss Krebs, did I wake you up?"
"It's all right. What do you want now, though?"
"You want to see Harry and Laura together, right?"
"Does the desert want water?"
"To the point of doing anything?"
"Well, I have a plan to get the two of them together."
"What is it?"
"It's a little complicated, where can I meet you to talk
"How about going for brunch, there's this great diner that
I know about."
"Sounds great!" I quickly got the address and was on
my way. I arrived there soon after, to find Mildred waiting for
"So, what's the grand plan?" She asked me once we were
"Wellà" I launched into an in-depth description
of what I wanted to do. I watched Mildred, trying to gauge the
older woman's reactions, and how far she would go to see the
two of them together. I watched her face for telltale signs of
what she thought of my plan, and found that she was almost all
"In other words, you just want me to play along, stall Miss
Holt when needed, advert her elsewhere, AND bug stuff?"
"I'm sure you can handle placing three mini-mikes and a
camera in the office?"
"Yes. But kidnapping? And the threat of murder? What if
Miss Holt catches on?"
"Don't worry Mildred. All the work will be done through
a trustworthy middle man."
"I'd trust my life, all my worldly possessions, and my two
poodles with him. And I don't trust Shamus and Shannon to too
"Why what? I like specifics."
"Why are you setting up such a grand plan? What's the point?"
I thought about for a minute, she was right. It was something
that belonged in a story book, not real life.
"Because it's elaborate. I like things on a grand scale.
You have anything better?"
"How about we see what he's going to do before we do anything.
Knowing those two, they'll probably work this out on there own."
"They might normally, but I know Harry, and I've never seen
him this shaken, this upset, EVER." She gave a look, as
if to consider what I was saying.
"Not ever. I've only seen him cry once before, and that
was because I had just beaten him shitless, and then it was because
I think I ruptured something of his, which would cause almost
anyone to cry." OK, so I was exaggerating a little, but
I DID beat him shitless once.
"Was he really crying?" She asked out of pure sympathy
"Yes. To the point of shaking with each sob. It wasn't a
pretty sight. I don't know which was worse, him passed out, or
him crying." I said, turning the situation a bit more lighthearted.
"I don't doubt that." She looked down at her watch.
"I've got to go, I have an extra bowling practice, semi-finals
are Tuesday." She said, with a small smile.
"Well then, good luck to you, I never could bowl. My best
score is 106." I said with a little bit of laugh. I got
the bill, and started walking out. A thought had been nagging
me all day. An idea less crazy then my harebrained kidnapping
one. But it'd depend solely on Harry, but I had the feeling that
he'd be a willing participant, though unknowing. I also had the
feeling that he had already started the first step of my plan,
without having any clue of my intentions. I drove back to my
hotel and phoned Daniel.
"Change of plans. If Harry shows up, keep him there."
"Because, if he leaves, Laura will finally realize how much
she's hurt him. And I'm going to stay here and berate her about
it. And keep Lish out of it this time. This round, she can't
have any knowledge of it. As much as I hate her, I don't think
she deserves the wrath of Laura Holt." He laughed.
"No one deserves the wrath of Miss Holt. It's amazing that
Harry's put up with her this long."
"It is. Ta-ta. Make sure Shamus and Shannon keep in shape."
"Keep in shape? The way they inhale food I'm surprised they
"Do you feed them often?"
"Twice a day like you said."
"Good. Then they won't explode!" I said, knowing how
much by two black poodles ate. They were of a Westminster-finalist
descent, but they were the farthest things from show dogs ever.
The two runts of the litter. But they were lovable, and that's
what I loved about them. "Bye Danny."
"Good-bye Tabitha." He said, and I hung up. I reclined
on the bed, thinking of how I was going to pull this one off.
I never masterminded cons before, preferring to be a bit player.
I never liked the idea of getting money by stealing. Probably
came from spending the first ten years of my life in one of the
worst neighborhoods of New York. There was hardly a day when
a cop didn't arrest someone from my neighborhood. Mostly kids
on drugs or gang charges, with the occasional prostitute thrown
in. I saw more stuff those first ten years than most people,
thank God see in a lifetime. I lived and associated with pickpockets
and pushers, because that's all there were around me. When I
moved in with Daniel, I discovered that not all criminals were
ugly junkies, and that not all crimes were over women or drugs.
It opened me up to a whole new world. I came up with some of
the best ideas for cons, but I always left it up to Daniel to
actually plan everything out.
Daniel was good at seeing what was too complicated, and tweaking
it down, and upgrading plans that were too basic. But this one
was too easy to screw up. Though knowing me, I probably would.
Very basic, but it relied very heavily on Harry, and my acting
skills. First, I had to count on Harry leaving. Walking out.
If not, I'd just do the easy task of forcing him out. But, with
some gentle prodding if needed, he'd probably leave on his own.
I knew him to well to think otherwise. From his many letters
and calls, I knew that he didn't stick around to be Remington
Steele. He stuck around because he loved Laura. and with this
most recent revalation, I doubted that he'd stick around. Laura
just proved that she didn't love him. Well, not quite. There
was definitely something there between them, but it was hell
to figure out what. I think she did love Harry, but the emotion
is so deeply buried, or so unrecognized, that she was too stupid
to say yes. I knew that she had been hurt before, her father
left when she was 16, her former live-in boyfriend walked out
one day, and whenever she'd been able to get a boyfriend in high-school
they were short lived with the exception of one Marty Klopman
who had been by her for a while.
I gave up thinking, after my thoughts started to scare me. It
was amazing what you can deduce about a person simply from a
few simple facts. Great thing for being a reporter. I picked
up my keys and drove over to the Rossmore, thinking up a speech
to tell Harry on the way. When I arrived, I found the Auburn,
the car that he always bragged about, gone from where I had seen
it last night. I thought nothing of it at the moment, and quickly
got in the elevator and went up to the fifth floor. I knocked
on the door, and when I got no answer, I tried the knob, it was
open. I walked inside, looking around. The place had a different
air to it. An almost barren, wasted, sad air. "Harry? You
there man?" I asked, closing the door gently behind me.
I checked the fridge, and found the same stuff that was in there
the last time, minus the canard au vin rouge that I had chowed
down upon. "Harry man? You conscious? You alive?" I
asked, walking into the bedroom. The bed was made, a rare sight
for Harry. Normally the sheets were tucked in haphazardly, just
to get it done. I remembered something that he always said about
making the bed.
"What's the point? Making it nice just to mess it up again?"
It was so true, especially for Harry, who moved around a lot
in his sleep, even when there wasn't someone else in his bed.
I was the same way. But I was violent. I punched and kicked,
Harry only rolled around and stole the sheets. There were too
many time to count when I'd hear whoever Harry was with complaining
about how she was freezing while Harry had himself cocooned in
the comforter. I walked into the bathroom to find it almost immaculate.
The razor wasn't out, nor the shaving cream. The sink was clean,
no toothpaste anywhere, no dirty toothbrush out. The only thing
adorning it was a bar of soap. It seemed almost too perfect.
No magazines out, no books, nothing, it looked ready to be shown
for a prospective buyer. "No." I whispered, throwing
open the medicine cabinet. All that was left was a bottle of
aspirin. I half-ran back into the bedroom, and threw open the
closet. Blank, empty. Nothing. Not one suit, not one tie, not
anything but the hangers. I checked the drawers. Blank as well.
I walked back out into the living room, and checked the wall.
There were the movie posters, minus one. The Casablanca one.
His favorite movie. The one that he sniviled at every time. The
one he could recite line for line. The others hung crooked, as
if they had been pulled off, then re-hung with haste. It all
clicked. My plan was in action sooner than I thought. He'd left,
with no prodding or pushing from me. I thought of exactly what
I was going to do to work this plan out. I went to grab a piece
of paper, that and a pencil being some of the few things left,
and started to sketch out a timeframe.
Monday-early-check for word from Harry.
After that-noonish-walk into office
act surprised that Harry's gone
let Laura stew, acting as if this was all her fault
tourture Laura in a way, tell her all about how much Harry spoke
egg her on to chase him down.
Night-Call Daniel-make sure Harry's arrived
find where Harry is
act like plan 1 was in action
make sure Felicia knows nothing except Harry's there for the
Tuesday-check back with Danny
Later-show up at office again
ship her off
Take Red-eye to England
Wednesday-set up warehouse
take Harry, keep him there
make sure no one knows of me
keep eye out for Miss Holt
when she arrives, detain her.
Set up clues, etc.
force Laura to rescue him,
pray that this works.
Looking back over the time frame, I frowned. It wasn't the best,
just an idea of where I wanted this to head. The only thing that
didn't fit was Wednesday. Everything was plan B, that was leftover
from plan A. And Mildred WAS right. Kidnapping him and holding
his impending death over Laura was too much. It was something
out of a fictional novel, or a really bad TV show, the kind that
they show along with things like "It's a Miracle".
In my opinion, any show that has the word "Miracle"
in the title isn't worth watching. I thought about the other
options. It could just be that Laura had been stringing him along
for purposes of a having a name to the face and didn't care for
him in the least. Money does strange things to people, and once
Harry came onto the scene, Remington Steele investigations began
to take a lot more clients, and make a lot more money. Where
it had been just barely in the black the week before, it had
almost doubled within a week of his showing up. And Laura seemed
to be the queen of all things city, including nightclubs. It
had taken quite a few of my reporter friends to finally admit
that, apparently, she didn't like the fact that she danced and
drank the night away on more than one occasion. I glanced down
at my watch. It had been two hours since I had shown up here,
four since I met with Mildred. I decided that four hours was
more than enough for bowling practice and dialed her house.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Sorry to interrupt your day again, but that whole 'see
how things go' thing is now in action."
"What do you mean by that?"
"things have already gone. So has Harry."
"He packed up and left."
"Did he leave ANYthing behind?"
"I didn't really check the bedroom, give me a moment."
I said, walking over and picking up the bathroom extention that
had a much longer cord. "Packed up everything from the bathroom,
but give me one minute." I said, walking into the bedroom
and looking over the top of the dresser. "Wait, he left
something." I said, picking it up. I instantly recognized
the blue leather. As well as the US front, and I prayed that
it wasn't so. "It's a passport."
"a passport? Which one?" I flipped it open to look
at it. There was Harry's face beaming brightly on the page, and
I looked down at the name. "Damn!" I muttered, half
out of shock, half out of concern, not only for him, but for
Laura and Mildred.
"What? What's wrong?"
"It's the one I hoped he took with him."
"What do you mean 'hoped he took with him'?"
"I don't think he intends on coming back Mildred."
"Why not? Which passport did he leave?"
- End Part 4
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