- Steele Holting A Dream
Date: Friday, November 15, 2002
- From: Michael Bledsoe <email@example.com>
I would like to thank Pat for <thwapping> me and Debra
and Nancy for
all the help that makes a rough story better.
Steele Holting A Dream
By Michael Bledsoe (firstname.lastname@example.org)
"Miss Holt, I would like to think that I have made my intentions
quite clear in the time that I've spent with the Remington Steele
"Ha!" Laura snorted. "You've made it clear that
you want to live high
on the hog. You want to do as little work as possible and you
as your casual lover," she said as she ticked the points
off on her
fingers. "Is that what you mean?"
"Laura, you wound me deeply." Steele held his heart
as if it were
Behind her desk, Bernice Foxe snickered and shuffled the papers
around. Murphy Michaels stared out the window. It wasn't that
minded Steele getting his comeuppance, but he wanted to stay
Laura's knuckles whitened around the bills she brandished mere
below Steele's nose.
"You have usurped the role of Remington Steele. You have
lied to me
on every level. I have no idea who you really are and you bought
broken down racehorse with company funds." She turned and
couple of steps from the visibly cringing man then quickly whirled
back with the bills under his nose again. "You have even
personal gambling debts out of company funds and you want me
you seriously as a detective."
"Yes," he said humbly. "I want to turn over a
new leaf, as it were,
to make a clean breast of it. I want to learn at the feet of
Over by the window, Murphy could hold it in no longer and chortled
out loud. If he had turned back to the tableau Laura's gaze would
have killed him instantly. As it was, Murphy felt the evil eye
rubbed his neck.
"Mr. Steele, let's go for a walk," Laura said through
She flung the wrinkled papers down on Bernice's desk and grabbed
Steele's arm above the elbow. He winced, but came along meekly,
without a sound.
Laura hauled him down the corridor to the elevator, past the
of people. Steele tried to smile apologetically to the people
had shouldered by, but Laura's death grip kept him from appearing
very sincere. In the elevator, she spun him around and released
arm to punch buttons on the elevator controller.
"Uhm, Laura. I noticed that you pressed the buttons for
Laura just glared at him. He took that opportunity to rub a little
circulation back into his oxygen deprived limb.
The elevator quickly rose to the forty-fourth floor, there Laura
Steele to the rooftop access door. She quickly determined that
locked and turned to Steele.
"Laura, have you lost your mind?"
"No, open that door." She stood and started tapping
Steele quickly bent and examined the door.
"Just a minute," he said, turning toward her from his
position. "It seems to me that you are taking a pretty big
accessing the roof without the management's permission. This
stunt could get us evicted from the building."
"I'll worry about that, if you don't mind," Laura said
just worry about the lock."
"This lock should be no problem, but I need a way of bypassing
alarm. Do you have a paperclip?"
"No, I didn't bring my purse," Laura answered tersely.
questions seemed to be altering her mood more.
"Then do you have a bobby pin?"
"Yes," she answered coldly, pulling one from her hair.
coiffed hair slowly collapsed in the back.
"Okay, take the little knobs off the ends so that there
He tossed her some fingernail clippers and bent to work on the
with some items he removed surreptitiously from his pockets.
quickly stripped the varnish off the bobby pin.
"Here," she said, offering the flat wire hairpin.
Steele took the metal pin and slipped it between his teeth and
continued his work. He shielded his efforts with his body as
glanced around nervously. Soon Steele stood and backed against
door. They both slipped through to the stairway.
"Laura, what's this all about?" Steele asked, suddenly
Laura had been pushed beyond some breaking point that he hadn't
"Just wait; I'm not ready yet."
Laura led him up the stairs and onto the roof. The wind was stronger
here than it had been four hundred-fifty feet lower. Suddenly
shivered, even though the air was quite warm. Her eyes showed
all the way around and she took Steele's arm. This time her grip
not of the death grip variety.
"Mr. Steele, we need to go over to the edge."
Steele judged the look in her eye and reluctantly complied.
They advanced to within three feet of the edge and Laura found
she could no longer advance. At this range the beige anodized
of the aluminum was very apparent. Across the distance to the
tower, Steele could see the sealing crew working on that building's
face. It was a never-ending cycle, the aluminum was sealed, one
per year to prevent the weathering by Los Angeles' volatile
"Have you every wondered why I chose the towers for the
the Remington Steele Investigations?"
"I always thought it was the prestigious atmosphere and
neighboring tenants," Steele said, his eye on the horizon.
"No, that is a benefit, not the reason. The reason is that
towers reflect an image of strength, stability, and success.
are all traits that I chose for Remington Steele. He is the idealized
detective. Someone that the clients will trust with their very
Laura's eyes seemed unfocused, as if she were seeing her Remington
Steele and not the afternoon skyline of Los Angeles. Steele waited;
he knew that more was coming.
"I risked everything setting up this agency. I was safe
Havenhurst Detective Agency. I was on the fast track. I may not
received the recognition that I was due, but I was an important
of their team. But I loved the excitement. I wanted to be number
so I put my name on an office. I put legs on my dream and sunk
everything into it. Murphy and Bernice also put everything into
"My name on an office-Ha!" Laura shook her head in
dismay. "My name
on an office." The words were nearly a whisper. "We
got the job done-
everyone who came to Laura Holt got above average service. But
wasn't enough. The clients wanted a man to run the detective
that they believed in."
"To keep my dream alive, I knew what I had to do. I created
a man to
be a name on the door. Remington Steele. Steele for the strength
football team and Remington from my typewriter. It was great.
sounded strong, masculine, intelligent and charming. How could
"I always figured it was for the rifle," Steele interjected.
"What?" Laura shook her head again, this time as if
something that was beyond her grasp. "What?"
"Remington Arms Company, creators and manufacturers of rifles
nearly two hundred years. Strength of character and the ability
stand up for anyone," Steele said with a gleam in his eye.
"I thought you didn't like guns."
"Yes, they're dreadful things, but you must admit that a
rod of steel
with a loud bark commands attention."
"Yes it does, but is that the image of Remington Steele
we want to
present? That's the whole point of this conversation."
"Is it a conversation? It seemed more like a diatribe."
"Come on, Mr. Steele; you have to fall in line with my dream
cannot advance together."
"Your dream sounds more like a plan, to me. More like the
work of a
pencil pusher than a dreamer. Come on, Laura, strive to reach
unreachable. Everything you have told me is reachable, a part
plan-stick to the schedule-the timetable. I want the impossible
Remington Steele has given me the means to reach it."
Steele turned to Laura then and took her in his arms. Their kiss
long and passionate, the backdrop of Los Angeles spread out around
them. When they finally released, Laura stepped back, breathing
"Mr. Steele, you're confusing me."
"Oh there is nothing wrong with your plan, Laura. Just take
time to snog in the roses," Steele said with a grin. "I'll
line. Remington Steele is a man of his word, and his word is
bond. Anyway, we'd best get back down to the office. Murphy is
probably taking wagers that you're going to throw me off the
Under her breath Laura muttered, "The idea had crossed my
- The End