- Steele Trying to Get it Right Part
Date: Wednesday, June 26, 2002
- Nancy <Krebbie@krebsfiles.com>
Okay, we're on the way. Part 2 will be posted in two weeks.
Steele Trying to Get it Right
By Laura W and Krebbie
Los Angeles, CA
Remington Steele stepped out of the yellow cab and straightened
His meeting with the INS was in ten minutes, and he was in no
it. His wife was most likely waiting for him inside. He took
breath and gathered himself for the meeting. Hopefully, he would
to shuck the status of "permanent resident" for that
of "citizen" once
the INS finalized its paperwork.
Inside the massive building Laura sat waiting for him in the
the twelfth floor. He strode over to her, kissed her briefly
cheek and then took his place next to her in a plastic orange
"You're almost late," Laura whispered as he sat.
"Nonsense," he said as he checked his watch. "Right
on time, Mrs.
"Mr. and Mrs. Steele?" A young man approached the couple.
follow me," he said and turned to go back the way he came.
Laura and Remington exchanged pensive looks. "It'll be fine,
After you," Remington held out is hand to help her up.
They followed the young man down a long hallway, passing row
upon row of
cubicles. Finally, they emerged at the end of the hall and followed
man into a corner office.
"Please, have a seat," another young man told the couple.
The other man
closed the door and left. "I'm Agent Roger Derkins,"
he told them
without extending a hand. "Estelle Becker transferred to
San Diego two
months ago, so I'm in charge of finalizing the report."
"Do you usually take on such routine cases, Agent Derkins?"
in her usual suspicious manner.
"I appreciate your apprehension, Mrs. Steele. I can assure
that your case is highly unusual. I would even go so far as to
Remington didn't have to look at his wife to know she was developing
full head of steam. He held his breath as the agent continued.
"Again, however," the agent droned on, "I can't
find any legal reason to
refuse your request for citizenship, Mr. Steele. Your name change
appears legal as well as your birth certificate. You passed the
citizenship, so all that is required of you now is the official
"That's wonderful news, Agent Derkins," Remington stated
once he could
"I took the liberty of scheduling you for the next ceremony.
about an hour," the agent checked his watch, "before
it begins. Do you
have any questions?"
Neither he nor Laura did, so Agent Derkins signed the report
a copy of the ceremony schedule to Remington.
"Show that to the clerk on the first floor. She'll answer
you may have," he handed the paper to Remington. "Good
luck, Mr. Steele.
And, congratulations." They shook hands.
They left the office and followed another young man back down
Only once they were inside the elevator did they celebrate with
The ceremony had been quick and painless. Remington carried his
flag and lapel pin with him outside the building while Laura
quick trip to the ladies room. Fred pulled the limo around the
and waited patiently by the curb.
"Congratulations, Mr. Steele," Fred said in his usual
"Thank you, Fred. I feel the need to celebrate," he
told the driver and
put on his Ray Bans. Perhaps a trip to Bernardo's is in order."
"Bernardo's sir? Mrs. Steele told me that we would be heading
the office." Fred seemed puzzled.
"Yes, well I think we can play hooky for one afternoon,
Fred. It is,
after all, my celebration. Don't worry, Mate. I'll handle her
Fred gave his usual 'yes, sir' and got back behind the wheel.
emerged a moment later and let Remington hold the door open for
took a little longer these days for her to get into any car,
the new stretch limo.
"Everything alright, Laura?" Remington asked as Fred
pulled away from
"Perfectly fine, dear. If you don't count the fact that
I have to use
the restroom every ten minutes," she huffed. "If I
had known I never
would have agreed to this," she huffed again.
"Oh, sure, sweetheart. Our 'agreement' as you endearingly
call it would
have happened whether we discussed it or not," he said matter
"Besides, Laura. In two weeks it will be over, and you can
body back," he reasoned.
"In two weeks, Remington? In two weeks my body will be twisted
pulled in ways that are very painful. Plus, I'll be breastfeeding,
that'll be another six months! On top of that, I'll be up all
while you're sleeping and retaining your perfectly trim body!"
finished her tirade and put her hands to her flushed cheeks.
"Point taken, Laura," he calmly took her hand. "However,
I told you that
I'll be there for everything, including the late nights. You're
doing this by yourself, Love," he said and kissed her hand.
"I know," she sighed again. "I'm sorry. I don't
know why I get that way.
I know you'll be here for everything." He could tell that
she really was
trying to convince herself.
"Perhaps lunch at Bernardo's will make you feel better?"
worked to pacify Laura these days.
"I suppose. Just don't let me eat the ravioli again. I had
three days last time," she whined.
Remington and Laura sat side by side in one of the less than
booths at Bernardo's. The place had the best Italian food in
Remington could find. They didn't charge an arm and leg, either.
Considering their new house, their new baby and their new limo,
didn't have a lot of extra cash floating around.
Laura dove into her ravioli, her salad forgotten for the moment.
breadsticks lined her plate.
"I don't want to hear about it tonight while you're dying
Laura," he admonished between bites of his pasta.
"Water gives me heartburn these days," she stated dourly.
"Uh huh. So, you think it went well?" he asked.
"The meeting with Agent Drab or the ceremony?"
"The former. I was expecting some kind of confrontation.
sort of thing. He seemed rather pleased to put an end to the
do you think that is?"
"Maybe he's a fan. Who knows? Who cares? It's over now."
"Yes, well maybe he took one look at you and figured he
me out of the country," he smiled.
"Good thing you didn't tell him you got me pregnant as insurance
the INS booting you out for some technicality."
Remington gave her a considering look as she lifted another fork
with Ravioli. "Did I?" he asked.
Laura stopped, her mouth open as she looked at him. "Didn't
He reached out to cover her other hand as it lay on the tablecloth.
"Perhaps I had- other motives in mind," he suggested
in a soft voice.
"To torture me?" Laura questioned. "To put me
through nine months of
hell?" She dropped the fork back to her plate. "I never
were such a sadist, Remington."
"Perhaps," Remington began slowly, aware that Laura's
hormones had a
distressing tendency to make her misunderstand him of late, "Perhaps
was simply that I wanted the two of us to have a child?"
"Humph," Laura snorted, digging into her ravioli. "Fat
Remington sighed, deciding to abandon the topic for the time
take up one that Laura was certain to prefer. "What do you
this latest case?"
She stopped, blinking as her mind rapidly changed gears. "The
"I think that's the last one we agreed to take, isn't it?"
questioned. "Unless you saw someone without me-"
"Not likely," Laura sighed. "I don't have a good
feeling about it."
"Why not? It seems straightforward enough. Mr. Hapgood's
been broken into ten times in the last two months. The guards
couldn't seem to be there when it happened. His security cameras
being gotten around, and the alarm system has been disabled every
by what appears to be a professional."
"Yet they haven't *taken* anything," Laura pointed
out. "Why go to all
that trouble if you're not going to get anything out of it?"
warehouse filled to the brim with valuable artwork, and nothing
"That's what Mr. Hapgood hired the Agency to find out,"
he reminded her.
"Mildred and I will stake the place out this evening-"
"That's another thing," Laura said. "I don't like
being on the sidelines
while you and Mildred have all the fun. Mildred doesn't have
license yet- and yours-"
"We'll be fine, Laura," Remington said, touching her
"Besides, in another month or so, you'll be back on the
front lines as
though you never left."
"And we'll be worrying about who's taking care of little
Miss or Mr.
Steele while we're out on stake outs," she sighed. They
had decided not
to find out the sex of the baby- although it had been a strain
Laura, not being able to decorate the nursery in the new house
"I'm sure Mildred will be glad to volunteer when the time
Remington told his wife. Placing his napkin on the table, he
Laura's empty plate. "Ready? Mr. Hapgood is due at the office
at two, I
believe to go over final details."
Laura grunted, her disapproval almost palpable.
Laura realized that she had read the same paragraph in her book
times, and then looked at the clock beside the bed. Ten o'clock.
Remington and Mildred would be getting into position about now.
she wished she were out there with them, helping.
She ran her hand over her stomach. "It's all your father's
know. I should never have given in to that charm of his. But
help it. As much as I wish I could be strong and tell him no,
reason, when he looks at me with those blue eyes all of my resolutions
to be strong and steadfast just melt away."
The telephone rang, and Laura reached over to pick it up. "Hello?"
Laura frowned, unable to recognize the voice. "Yes,"
carefully. "Who is this?"
"Your husband and the other lady are walking into a trap.
If you don't
want to see them hurt- or even dead, you'll stop them."
The line went
"A trap?" Laura repeated before she realized that the
had hung up. She pressed the button on the phone. "Hello?"
dial tone, Laura started to dial again, and then remembered that
Remington had taken the Rabbit and Mildred was in her car - neither
which was equipped with a mobile phone. "Damn," she
said, the dialed
another number. "Hello, Fred? I need you to pick me up outside
apartment in ten- no, make that five minutes . . . No. I'm not
. . . Mr. Steele and Mildred are in trouble. And we've got to
To Part 2
(Your Turn, Celine)