- Steele Holted After All These
Years 1/?
Date: Thursday, January 04, 2001
- NewSue <thewonderpuppy@home.com>
- Steele Holted After All These
Years
This is purely
for entertainment purposes. There is no profit being made. I
do not own the characters of Remington Steele and Laura Holt,
MTM does.
This is my first attempt at RS Fanfic so please be kind. All
criticism is welcomed. Permission to archive granted
Part 1/? This part rated PG 13 for adult situations, may become
R or NC 17 later
Steele strode confidently through the door of Remington Steele
investigations, wearing an understated, elegantly tailored dark
blue suit that emphasized his azure eyes, "Good Morning
Mildred!" he said cheerily. The older woman looked up from
her computer with a nervous smile.
"Morning boss!" said Mildred
"And where is my lovely associate this morning?" Steele
asked.
He was carrying a gift envelope with gold ribbon wrapped around
it.
"Miss Holt's in her office but she's very busy," Mildred
said.
"With a client?" Steele asked
"No, but I wouldn't . . . .," Mildred started haltingly
"Nonsense, she can't be too busy for this, Mildred"
Steele said, seemingly oblivious to Mildred's hesitancy. "Laura!"
he shouted as he barged into Laura's office, "You will never
guess what I managed to accomplish last night!" He slapped
the gift envelope down onto desk with a flourish.
Startled, Laura looked up from her desk where she appeared to
be on hold, the telephone held slightly away from her as she
tapped her fingers to some inaudible beat. "I shudder to
think, Mr. Steele, but somehow I doubt I would be surprised at
any of your nocturnal activities," Laura stated
wryly with a teasing light in her sparkling brown eyes. She was
wearing a soft pearl colored silk blouse beneath a taupe riding
jacket.
"Oh, believe me, Laura," he stated in a low, confident
tone, "any fantasy you may have about my after hours potential
would pale in comparison to the inevitable reality of you and
I engaged in, shall we say, more intimate . . ."
"Any fantasies, would be yours, Mr. Steele,
Laura interjected emphatically, blushing slightly, "I was
merely referring to your tendencies toward cat burglary and jewel
theft!"
"Laura, you cut me to the quick! I procured these highly
desirable front row tickets to Tony Bennett's San Francisco show
this weekend for your Birthday, quite legally I might add, and
of course reservations for two at Marty's and The Mark. I thought
we might finish what we started in the city by the bay!"
Laura suddenly returned her attention to the phone, "Listen,
mister, I told you I needed that evening gown altered by Thursday
night and you said that was no problem! I don't want to hear
any more excuses now just do it and I will pick it up
today at 1:30 on my way to the airport!" She slammed the
phone down and took a breath. "I am sorry, Mr. Steele,"
she looked up a little sheepishly, "did you say this
weekend?"
"Yes, why is there a problem, Laura? I couldn't help but
overhear about the gown, . . . Did you make some other plans
for us?" there was trepidation evident in his face and voice.
"No, Mr. Steele, I am afraid that I have a . . . previous
engagement for this weekend. It's very important to me and it
can't be helped but I thank you for the invitation and I'd love
to request a raincheck."
"Bloody Hell! A previous engagement! One requiring an evening
gown, no less! A raincheck! Do you think Tony Bennett performs
in San Francisco every day then?" His tone was getting louder,
his accent stronger and his face was visibly reddened. "I
paid a bloody fortune for those tickets because I KNEW how much
you loved his singing!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Steele, but you should have asked me first!"
Laura shouted.
"What is it then a case?" Steele asked, ignoring Laura's
comment. "Are we back to that again- you working on cases
without me?" She shook her head. "Well then who the
hell is so damn important to you that you'd rather spend your
birthday with . . .," He dropped off and his expression
softened as a thought came to him, "Your family then, perhaps,
Abigail, Frances, Donald, and the kids?" he asked hopefully.
"No", Laura replied, "I made these plans months
ago and they have nothing to do with my birthday. I'd be glad
to celebrate that with you on another weekend but this weekend,
I am busy."
"Nice of you to throw me a bone like that, Laura! A few
months ago, you say?" Steele looked pensive. "When
you had decided we weren't seeing each other outside of business
hours? eh?"
"Yes, exactly," replied Laura thinking that Steele
was finally going to be understanding about the whole thing.
"And this engagement as it were, do you expect it
will take up the entire weekend?
"Yes, Mr. Steele, I am afraid it will.
"Who is then?" He shouted loudly not really giving
her any time to answer, "Maybe it is that accountant you
were dating while you had your roadblock up, Bill wasn't
it," he spit out. Weekend! I can't believe you are going
to spend a weekend with another man just because you had it planned
before we." he broke off and Laura looked at him flabbergasted
with her mouth open in shock. "I guess I am learning a valuable
lesson here, Laura, first a calculus professor, then a banker
and now a goddamn accountant, apparently a man has to be a boring,
passionless, number cruncher to get into your bed!" Laura
slapped his face hard and he moved away from her. "Well
I would become an actuary tomorrow if I thought it was worth
it, but frankly, Laura, I just don't give a damn anymore! So
have your little tryst this weekend but don't expect me
to jump through anymore hoops for you in the future!" He
exhaled loudly.
Laura was livid. She spoke in a cold, measured tone. We are not
engaged in a committed relationship, Mr. Steele, and consequently,
I owe you no explanation whatsoever of how I spend my free time;
however, I will tell you two things. One: that your assumptions
about Bill and I are incorrect and two: that I do not
allow any man to talk to me the way you just did. Please get
out of my sight and out of my office now!"
"Steele hung his head a little, just now realizing that
in his jealous rage, he went too far. "Laura, I'm sorry
I shouldn't have spoken . . . "
"I said just get out now. Laura pushed Steele out
of the office and then slammed her office door in his face.
- End Part I
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