- Steele Upon a Christmas
Date: Tuesday, December 26, 2006
- "Lori" <LLanham@fuse.net>
- Thanks to Debra, as
always for the great editing! Thanks to Zinger for
her thoughts and comments.
- Characters from RS
used without permission.
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- Steele Upon a Christmas
- (AN- Set one year after
"Dancer, Prancer, Donner, and Steele"
sake of the story, "Bonds" and Season 5 never happened
and by this
time Remington and Laura have "crossed the line.")
- Laura Holt smiled as she checked
off her Christmas list:
- Mildred would love her subscription
to the Forsyth House Romances Book
of the Month Club.
- Frances would be thrilled with her
gift as well. Laura was proud of
how well her sister was doing in her classes, even though Donald
wasn't ready for her to join the practice; and she knew Frances
love the USC gear she'd gotten her as much as the designer outfit
Remington had insisted she buy for her.
- The kids were easy; she always found
the latest toys and picked up
something else that Frances said they needed. This year it was
clothes. It seemed Mindy and Danny thought their mother's Connecticut
style wasn't working in California.
- Donald was getting a golf outfit
and the new Callaway driver he'd been
wanting. He'd been hinting at it for months--- every time they
together to play.
- Her mother would love the Correia
lamp that Laura just couldn't resist
buying. She knew Abigail would insist it was too much, but she
be secretly thrilled.
- She picked up something for Fred,
her building manager and the doormen
at the Twin Century Buildings. She'd gotten gifts to send to
and to Bernice. And she'd even sent a little something to Wilson
his wife, as they'd stayed in touch since she and Remington had
attended their wedding the previous spring.
- She had managed to get through her
list rather quickly, but there was
one last person to buy for
and his gift had to be perfect.
Remington were closer than ever, and she wanted him for once
to have a
Christmas worth remembering. She'd been at the Beverly Center
hours, but nothing shouted "Remington Steele."
- She glanced at her watch and realized
that she didn't have time to
continue shopping. She and Remington were going out to choose
Christmas tree for his apartment. She was looking forward to
decorating the condo and getting him into the Christmas spirit.
barely had time to take her packages back to the loft, change
to his apartment on time and she didn't want to give him any
to change his mind. As she headed out of the mall, she rushed
travel agency and an idea began to form. Smiling to herself,
realized that maybe Mr. Steele wouldn't be as hard to buy for
- Laura wrapped her arms around Remington's
right one and rested her
head against his shoulder as they walked through the Christmas
lot. Christmas was the only time of year that she sometimes regretted
living in California. Though she hated the cold, she loved the
snow at Christmas--it was always one of the things that got her
through holiday visits to her mother in Connecticut. Since the
weren't all together for Christmas last year and her daughters
couldn't make the trip east this year, either, Abigail had relented
and decided to come to Los Angeles for the holiday. She was staying
the Pipers, where they would all gather for Christmas dinner.
- This was Remington's first Holt
family gathering and Laura was a
little nervous. Frances and Donald knew about Laura's relationship
with Remington as the four of them had been spending a lot of
together. Laura found it very nice to be able to share this part
her life with her sister. Remington and Donald had become friends.
was all going so smoothly, but of course that couldn't last---not
an impending visit from Hurricane Abigail. Her mother knew that
was dating Remington, but she didn't know how serious they really
were. Moreover, Laura wasn't sure she was ready for her mother's
inevitable interference in her relationship.
- "Penny for your thoughts?"
Remington asked, looking down at her.
- "I was thinking about my mother,"
she said, honestly. "I don't know if
I'm ready for her to know the truth about us."
- "The truth?" he asked.
"She knows we're together, doesn't she?"
- "Yes, Mr. Steele, she knows
we're together," Laura said with a sigh.
"But she doesn't know how together we are."
- "Well, I shouldn't think that's
something we have to tell her,
Darling," he said, as he stopped and took her in his arms.
- "We won't have to," Laura
told him, leaning her head back to look at
him. "She'll know."
- He looked puzzled.
- "Frances did," Laura went
on. She reached up to kiss him.
- Remington loved this development
in their relationship. Here they were
in the middle of a Christmas tree lot- granted it was getting
but still they were out in public- and Laura kissed him. She
think about what it might look like or what people would think-
just kissed him. It was natural, it was right. He was looking
to Christmas with Abigail and the Pipers. He could only hope
be the first of many.
- Breaking the kiss, he took Laura's
hand in his. "What say we pick a
tree and go home?" he asked.
- Home, she thought with a smile.
- They had been practically living
together for the past few months,
dividing their time between the loft and his condo. It did not
to her where they were, as long as they were together. She realized
that she was ready to take the next step in their relationship,
whatever that might be. She didn't know if she could suggest
in together, but it did seem silly to pay for two apartments
were spending nearly every night together.
- She would have to give the idea
some more thought. Whatever they
decided, they couldn't make any changes until after her mother
back to Connecticut, anyway.
- Laura stood before the beautifully
lit tree. With the ornaments they'd
bought and some of the special ones she had brought from her
was an elegant sight. It really was perfect. The longer she looked
it, the more she realized how romantic it was. Their first Christmas
tree- first of many, she hoped. She had helped Remington, over
protests, to decorate the condo in Christmases past and she had
a tree when she lived with Wilson, but this was different. It
something she and Remington had done together.
- She smiled and leaned against him
as he walked up behind her and
wrapped his arms around her waist.
- "It's lovely," he said
to her, admiring the tree.
- "It is, isn't it?" she
replied with a smile. He kissed her temple and
pulled her tighter into his embrace as she closed her eyes and
the feel of his arms around her. "Perfect," she added
with a quiet sigh.
- Yes, perfect, he thought.
- He could not imagine a more beautiful
sight than Laura bathed in the
twinkling lights. His Laura. He knew now that she really was
even sensed that she was ready to move their relationship forward.
thought about the square velvet covered box tucked away safely
sock drawer. He had wanted to give it to her for so long. Now
were both ready, but he thought that Christmas just wasn't the
time. Though it could be very romantic, it was also predictable.
Remington Steele was nothing if not spontaneous. Besides, they
spending Christmas with her family and when the moment came,
to have Laura all to himself. He would just have to wait a while
least, until Abigail left for Connecticut. Laura was always so
when her mother was around. As soon as the holidays were over,
would ask Laura to be his bride.
- She turned in his arms, wrapping
her arms around his waist. She wanted
to stay this way forever. Relaxed. Happy. In love. They still
said the words, but she had begun to realize that they didn't
them. She knew Remington loved her and she was sure that she
him---more than she'd ever loved anyone.
- "You know what we need?"
Laura asked. "Eggnog. You can't have a proper
holiday celebration without eggnog."
- "I thought you might say that,"
Remington said, stepping from their
embrace. "Why don't you put on some music?"
- He watched as she walked over to
the stereo. She flipped through the
cassette tapes, smiling when she came across a brand new copy
"Snowfall, The Tony Bennett Christmas Album." Maybe
adopting her love of the holiday, after all. She popped the tape
the stereo and closed her eyes as the strains of "My Favorite
filled the apartment.
- He watched until she found the new
Tony Bennett tape he'd bought for
her and then disappeared into the kitchen. A few minutes later,
returned and carried a tray over to the coffee table. Laura nearly
squealed with delight when she saw two cups of eggnog sprinkled
nutmeg flanking a tray of gingerbread men. Had she told him about
grandmother's cookies? She was sure she hadn't, but knowing how
she loved gingerbread cookies was just another way he showed
he loved her.
- "Good morning, Mildred,"
Laura said as she entered the office.
- "Good morning, Miss Holt."
- "Any calls?" Laura asked.
- Mildred shook her head.
- Mildred shook her head.
- "Peace on earth," Laura
said, picking up the mail. "It's great for the
soul, but rotten for business."
- "Where's the Boss?" Mildred
- "He had some errands,"
Laura said absently as she flipped through the
mail, "probably finishing his Christmas shopping."
She stopped and set
the mail down on the desk. "You know, there's nothing going
and there's not likely to be anything coming up any time soon.
don't you go on home?"
- Mildred started to protest.
- "In fact," Laura continued,
"we were going to close early this week
anyway. I think we should just go ahead and shut down until after
first of the year. You could even go up to Seattle to visit Eunice."
- "Oh, Miss Holt," Mildred
responded, "that would be wonderful, but I
couldn't leave you and Mr. Steele in the lurch."
- "Can you keep a secret, Mildred?"
Laura asked with a twinkle in her
eye. When Mildred nodded, she continued. "We won't be here;
Mr. Steele for a Christmas vacation. We're leaving the morning
Christmas and we'll be back after the New Year."
- Mildred grinned and raised her eyebrows,
she loved their little "gal
to gal" chats, though they hadn't talked lately. Mildred
there had been a dramatic change in her bosses' relationship,
Laura hadn't exactly confided in her about it. "Someplace
hope," she said.
- "I hope so, too, Mildred,"
Laura admitted, biting her lower lip. "I've
never been there myself, but it's a city with a lot of history
is supposed to be quite romantic."
- "So things are going well with
you two?" Mildred asked.
- "Yes, Mildred," she said,
nodding. "Things are going well."
- "Things couldn't be going worse,"
Remington Steele muttered as he
flipped through yet another rack of designer dresses. He had
shopping all morning and still couldn't find the perfect gift
Laura. He had been shopping for Laura's gift for months, but
seemed right. He knew how much she loved Christmas, and every
agonized over what to get her. And every year, it seemed to get
harder. The closer they became, the more perfect the gift had
- Although they still hadn't said
the words, she knew that he loved her.
He could see that she was winning the hard fought battle of needing
words to support actions. He knew she loved him, as well. She'd
it to him in so many ways over the past several years. The fact
she'd finally allowed their relationship to move forward said
than anything, but it was certainly only one way that she'd shown
- He thought about the ring that was
waiting for her back at his
apartment. Knowing that he'd be giving it to her soon after the
holidays took a little of the pressure off of the gift giving.
she would like anything he gave her. The realization seemed to
the shopping easier. He soon had everything he needed and was
to the office.
- He walked into the empty office
and called out, "Laura!" When he
didn't see her, he poked his head into her office.
- "Oh, hi," she said, looking
up with a smile. "Get all your shopping
- "Yes," he answered, walking
in to the office. He crossed the room and
leaned over to kiss her. "Where's Mildred?"
- "I sent her home," Laura
answered, then kissed him again. "Actually,
I sent her to Seattle."
- "You sent her to Seattle?"
- "Mmm-hmm," Laura nodded.
"To visit her sister."
- "But, Laura," Remington
protested, "you do remember what happened the
last time we tried to run this place without her
- "No problem," Laura said,
interrupting. "We won't be here, either."
- He looked at her quizzically.
- "I thought we'd take an extra
couple of days off," she said, answering
his unasked question. "You know how it is this time of year.
exactly overrun with clients. Besides, it will give us time to
and spend some time together
before we have to spend the
- "I like the way you think,
Miss Holt," he said, leaning in for another
kiss. "You know I'd never give up any opportunity to spend
with you, but I am looking forward to visiting with your family."
- Laura shook her head. "Come
on," she said, standing. "Let's go home."
- "Your place or mine?"
he asked with a grin.
- "Both, actually," she
answered. "I have to run by the loft, but I'll
meet you at your apartment."
- "Then I'll stop by the market
and pick up some things for dinner," he
said, wrapping his arm around her waist.
- "Good idea," she said,
leaning into his embrace. "I have a feeling
we'll need sustenance."
- Several days later, and after a
quiet, romantic Christmas Eve dinner,
Laura sat in front of the fire sipping champagne. Remington walked
over and sat down beside her. He leaned over toward the Christmas
and reached for a box.
- "Merry Christmas, Love,"
he said as he handed Laura the large package.
- Laura smiled and bit her bottom
lip. Try as she might, she couldn't
help feeling like a little girl at Christmastime. She loved presents,
especially his. She looked up into the beautiful blue eyes of
she loved so much.
- "Thank you," she said,
practically giggling. She leaned over to kiss him.
- "Don't thank me yet,"
he said with a wink. "Open it first."
- He watched in amusement as she slowly
and carefully removed the paper
from the package. She folded it and set it beside her before
the lid off the box.
- "Oh, Rem," she said softly,
"it's beautiful." She held up a beautiful
red halter dress. She knew he loved to see her in red and this
was just further proof of that. It wasn't something she would
chosen, but she could imagine herself in it. More importantly,
could imagine the look on his face when he saw her in it.
- Remington continued handing her
boxes and Laura continued opening them
until she had the complete ensemble to go with the dress
jewelry, and even beautiful lingerie that caused her to blush
opened the box. He'd thought of everything- but then again, he
- "Do you really like it?"
he asked nervously.
- "Oh, yes," she said, setting
aside the box she'd been holding. She
threw her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly. "It's
she told him. "And I know exactly where I'm going to wear
- She crawled across him to reach
for a box from under the tree. She
handed it to him.
- Remington held the box in his hands
and looked at Laura curiously.
"It's light as a feather," he said, raising an eyebrow.
- "Open it," she said with
a grin. Laura was slightly nervous, hoping
that he would be happy with her surprise.
- Remington tore off the paper and
pulled back the lid of the box. He
again looked at Laura, his eyes full of curiosity. He turned
attention back to the box he held in his hands. He moved away
tissue paper. A grin spread across his face as he took out the
containing two plane tickets. He'd been trying to convince Laura
away with him for weeks and he was more than pleased that she
planned a trip for them. He took the tickets out and read them,
then he turned to Laura.
- "Savannah, Georgia?" he
- She nodded. "It's a beautiful
city, full of history," she said, "and
they say it's very romantic."
- "Romantic is good," he
agreed, leaning over to kiss her. "Thank you."
- "I didn't know what to get
you, and I wanted your gift to be perfect,"
she admitted, as she leaned in for another kiss. "But I
find the right thing. Then, when I saw the travel agency, I realized
that a romantic adventure would be the perfect gift for the great
- "Oh, Laura," he said,
softly brushing her hair from her forehead. "I
got the perfect gift the day I became Remington Steele,"
quietly before he kissed her. "That was the day you became
a part of
- "You do say the sweetest things,
Mr. Steele," she said in her best
- Remington pulled her into his lap
and kissed her. He held her close as
they enjoyed the silence and the firelight.
- "We leave first thing Friday
morning," Laura told him after a few
moments. "That will give us an excuse to leave Frances and
- "Laura, darling," he said,
"I don't know why you're so worried about
our spending Christmas with your family. I'm looking forward
- "Do you remember how Frances
and Donald acted when we first confirmed
for them that we were," she paused, "together?"
As he nodded, she
continued. "It was excruciating. The curiosity, the goofy
- "But we've spent so much time
with them since then," he said,
interrupting her. "They and the children have been wonderful.
Frances have been getting along famously, and I've enjoyed getting
know Donald better these last several months."
- "I know," Laura said with
a sigh. "You're right. I think it's really
my mother that I'm worried about."
- "Don't," Remington said
as he kissed her softly. "Abigail and I have
always gotten along. What's the matter?" he asked. "Do
you think she
- Laura laughed. "No," she
said. "Quite the opposite, in fact. She
thinks you're the catch of the century. She'll have us picking
china patterns before dessert."
- Remington filed that information
away for later use. Having Abigail on
his side might just prove to be a good thing. But he didn't really
want to think about Abigail or the Pipers any longer. Tonight
about Laura and him. It was their private holiday celebration
had other plans for his lady love.
- "Speaking of dessert,"
he said as he leaned in to place a series of
soft kisses on her neck. He then stood and held out his hand
- Laura stood and stepped into Remington's
embrace. They kissed and held
each other for a long moment. Then he took her hand and led her
- Christmas at the Pipers was quite
festive. Remington enjoyed seeing
the holiday through the eyes of the children, especially Laurie
Maybe it was because she was the youngest or maybe because she
reminded him of how Laura might have been at that age, but Remington
Steele and the youngest Piper had developed a bond.
- Frances had served coffee and dessert
and the children were enjoying
their new toys while the adults looked on.
- "Uncle Remington!" Laurie
Beth called out over the noise of the
- "Coming, darling," Remington
instinctively called back as he
immediately made his way to the other side of the room where
playing with her new dollhouse.
- Abigail raised an inquisitive eyebrow
as they watched Remington focus
his attention on the little girl. "Uncle Remington?"
- "It's just a form of respect,
Mother," Laura answered. "The children
can't very well call him Mr. Steele all the time and Frances
like them calling adults by their first names. Laurie Beth actually
called him that on her own one day and we decided it would be
right." Laura hated having to explain herself to her mother,
knew what Abigail was thinking.
- "As long as the children aren't
confused," Abigail said. "You and
Remington do seem to be awfully close these days, Dear."
- "We are, Mother," Laura
replied, praying that this conversation would
come to a quick and graceful end. Thankfully, Frances and Donald
staying out of it. Laura was afraid of whose side they might
end up on
if Abigail began to get too personal. Frances had been hinting
engagement for weeks.
- Laura ignored her mother and turned
her attention to Remington and
Laurie Beth. She felt her heart swell with love as she watched
playing together. Her thoughts turned to a night so many years
was the night they had given Joseph Barber's grandson back to
- ****"Who knows? Remington Steele
might prove a good father someday,"
she had said.
- "You're dreaming, Laura,"
had been his reply.****
"I don't think so, Mr.
Steele," she said quietly.
- Laura was pulled from her reverie
by the ringing of the doorbell.
- "I'll get it!" Danny said,
racing to the front door with Mindy close
at his heels. He threw open the door before any of the adults
get to it.
- "Cool!" he exclaimed,
as the rest of the family made their way to the
- There was no one there, but leaning
up against the porch railing was a
shiny new sled with a big red bow on it.
- "Who would give us this? It
would have been awesome in Connecticut,
but there's no place to use it here," Danny commented as
out on the porch to read the tag hanging from the sled. He looked
the tag and then looked at the adults standing in the doorway.
for Uncle Remington," he said with surprise.
- Remington swallowed the lump in
his throat as he held Laura close. Her
voice was husky as she whispered to him, "One Flexible Flyer,
up." He smiled and pulled her closer, not surprised that
they were on the same wavelength. Just moments earlier, when
had rushed to the door, he'd slipped a small package under the
- As everyone adjourned back to the
den, they looked up as Mindy called
out, "Hey! There's another present! We must have missed
little girl scrambled over to the tree and picked up the package.
"It's for Aunt Laura," she said, handing the box to
- Laura unwrapped the package and
held back tears as a grin spread wide
across her face. She took Remington's hand in hers and brought
her lips. "Thank you," she said quietly.
- Donald looked from the unshed tears
in his sister-in-law's eyes to
those in his wife's. "A box of Parlaits?" he whispered
ear. "What am I missing?"
- "Daddy used to give Laura a
box of them every year, they were her
favorite candy. I suspect the sled has some childhood significance
Remington, as well," Frances answered in a whisper.
- Donald held Frances close as they
watched Laura and Remington. "Those
two really are the real deal, aren't they?" he asked.
- "Yes, Donald," Frances
answered. "They are."
- Remington held Laura's hand across
the arm rest as they each reclined
in the airplane seats. It had been a long night, even though
excused themselves from the Pipers' relatively early. He smiled
thought of the many ways he and Laura had found to express thanks
each other for their Christmas gifts. He looked over at her as
slept so peacefully. The flight to Georgia would take about four
and give them time to rest. This was one of the reasons they
afforded themselves the luxury of traveling First Class.
- Laura felt as if she'd stepped back
in time as the taxi pulled up in
front of The River Street Inn. She'd chosen the bed and breakfast
the travel agent's recommendation of romance and the ambiance
Antebellum South. The agent had been right, it was beautiful.
climbed out of the car, Laura looked up at the wrought iron railings
of the private balconies. She had requested their room on the
side and imagined standing in Remington's arms on one of those
balconies overlooking the Savannah River.
- The inn was gorgeous and took up
an entire block. It was built around
a central atrium open to all five floors. After checking in,
and Laura decided to do some sightseeing and explore the historical
city. There was so much to see, beginning with the inn itself.
walked out onto the cobblestone alley beside the inn, Laura read
from the brochures she'd been given by the concierge.
- "Listen to this," she
said. "The original two floors were built of
ballastones, and in 1853 came the addition of the final three
to accommodate the expanding and prosperous cotton industry.
walks and bridges gave traders access to all floors from the
move cotton bales. Known as "Factor's Walk," after
who graded the cotton, these alleys and the riverside street
ballastone add to the Inn's character. These stones were brought
as ballast in the numerous ships that traveled here from Europe
unloaded to make room for valuable cotton."
- Remington wasn't really paying much
attention to the history lesson as
he watched Laura read to him. He had always thought she was beautiful,
but lately he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He thought that
must be what love was all about. He couldn't imagine a moment
life without Laura in it.
- When he'd called Daniel to wish
him a Merry Christmas, his old friend
had wished him well. Daniel told him that he'd known a very long
ago that his old pal Harry had lost his heart to Laura Holt;
hadn't expected was how long it would take Harry to realize it.
Remington had finally realized it, and he knew he'd give Laura
"words" before they returned to Los Angeles.
- Remington took Laura's hand as they
walked along River Street. They
decided to stop for lunch when they walked up to Kevin Barry's
Pub. Remington was impressed by the authentic atmosphere as they
entered and were seated. He ordered a Guinness and Laura a glass
Chardonnay as they sat down to look over the menu.
- Laura was thrilled that the atmosphere
brought out such nostalgia in
her Remington Steele that he easily and happily regaled her with
stories of his past. He did consciously keep the stories to the
positive ones; he didn't want to dampen the mood of their vacation.
They laughed and talked while he enjoyed a generous helping of
Shepherds Pie, and she, poached salmon. The leisurely lunch took
most of the afternoon and afterwards, they decided to head back
- The city was beautiful at night,
awash in Christmas lights. The
Southern Lights Festival was another reason Laura had chosen
She loved the Christmas holidays so much and hoped that Remington
would grow to love them as much as she did. Along with the beautiful
lights, there were Christmas trees and decorations, concerts
parades. She was looking forward to sharing all of this spirit
season with Remington.
- Remington was enjoying watching
Laura's delight in their surroundings
as they enjoyed the holiday decorations. The city was beautiful,
weather was just right. It was chillier than Los Angeles, but
cold- perfect snuggling weather and Remington planned to make
of it. He looked across the street and something caught his eye.
- "Come on," he said, pulling
at Laura's hand as he led her across the
- Laura smiled as she saw the horse
and buggy. She stood by as Remington
spoke with the coachman. Within a few minutes, she was wrapped
the arms of the man she loved, sitting under a blanket.
- Remington pulled Laura close as
the carriage rolled along. This was
what he'd been longing for- Laura and him, alone with no case
on and no one to interrupt them. He looked over at the beautiful
he held in his arms. She had given him so much in the past four
a name, a profession, prominence, respectability, purpose, but
importantly- her heart. It was time that he gave her what she
waited so long to hear.
- "Thank you," he said,
pulling her in for a long kiss. They kissed and
held each other for a long time.
- "You're welcome," Laura
answered almost breathlessly. "For what?"
- "Everything," he answered,
kissing her again. "For planning this
trip," he said "For creating Remington Steele,"
peppering her with kisses between his words. "For giving
me a life
for loving me."
- She looked into his eyes, realizing
anew just how very much she loved him.
- "I love you, Laura," he
said, his words strong but his voice soft.
- Laura smiled through her tears as
she listened to the words she'd
waited so long to hear. She had long ago realized that Remington
her as much as she loved him. She no longer needed to hear the
but she hadn't realized how much she'd still WANTED to hear them.
thought back to the night so many months ago when she'd first
for sure that he loved her. No, she thought, that was simply
I finally accepted what I'd known for a very long time.
- After their "exploration"
at the Freidlich spa, she'd begun to
understand that she and Remington really had to take the next
was to the point that they had to DO something before one or
them ended up in the loony bin. But it wasn't until they'd been
presumed dead upon their return from Wilson's wedding that she
the moment had come. Once they'd returned to the land of the
Laura realized that the answers she'd been looking and waiting
been staring at her the whole time. Remington did love her, and
wasn't going anywhere. If he were going to cut a fast tango through
her life, he'd have done it long ago. He hadn't. He was there-
day after day
and night after lonely night.
- When they'd returned to his apartment
after solving the case of the
missing Pick Six ticket, they'd enjoyed one of Remington's gourmet
meals. Afterwards, they were lying on the floor in front of the
talking about the case. Remington touched her back with his drink
glass and then rubbed his foot on her leg, reminding her of their
recent night on the run together. When he leaned in to kiss her,
knew that she wouldn't be going home that night.
- She remembered the next morning,
feeling more comfortable than she
thought possible. She didn't feel like running, or hiding. She
wanted to stay with Remington, so she did. They'd spent the entire
in bed. It was the most incredible night and day of her life
that point. Things had only gotten better from there.
- Sure, they'd had their arguments.
There were still times when Laura
had sent Remington home or left his place unexpectedly on occasion.
For the first few months it was awkward, neither of them knowing
they should expect from the other, but both of them knowing that
they'd waited far too long for this development in their relationship.
And when they'd both finally allowed themselves to relax and
new development, as they'd euphemistically called it, things
progressed comfortably. Laura knew that they were now on the
- Remington's voice pulled Laura from
her reverie and back to the
present. She realized that she'd lost herself in her memories
when he'd finally told her that he loved her. He deserved better.
- "I'm sorry," Laura said,
leaning up to kiss him. "I was just thinking
about how long I've waited for you to say those words
I've made you jump through
" She paused, shaking her
head. "I love
you, too, you know."
- "I do," he answered, bringing
her in for a kiss that told her just how
much he did love her.
- They spent the rest of the carriage
ride seeing more of each other
than the sights, but neither of them seemed to mind.
- The next few days went by rather
quickly. Laura and Remington spent
their days seeing places like the Fountain in Forsyth Park and
Owens-Thomas House. They took the Trolley tour and walked down
cobblestones of Jones Street to enjoy the beautiful old homes.
spent an entire day touring Wormsloe State Park, one of the only
remaining old plantation sites in the city.
- Laura was pleased with her choice.
Historic Savannah was indeed a very
beautiful and romantic city, and it was now a very important
her own personal history. The city would always hold a special
in her heart for being the place that she and Remington finally
- Their week was quickly coming to
an end, but there was still another
place Laura wanted to see. She made plans to take Remington to
at The Pirates House Restaurant. She'd read that the famous Savannah
restaurant was actually a tavern frequented by pirates who sailed
Caribbean in 1794. And though it wasn't technically a movie reference,
she was sure that Remington would love the fact that events at
Pirates House were the inspiration for Robert Lewis Stevenson's
- Laura had been correct, Remington
was absolutely enthralled with the
restaurant. He wandered through the Treasure Room looking over
containing pages from an early, very rare edition of the book.
he sat back and listened with interest as their host regaled
stories of the ghost of Captain Flint.
- This time it was Remington's turn
to give the history lesson as he
read to Laura from the menu, "The validity of The Pirates'
been recognized by The American Museum Society which lists this
historic tavern as a house museum. The property was acquired
Savannah Gas Company in 1948 and the buildings soon fell under
magic of Mrs. Hansell Hillyer, wife of the president of the company,
who with great imagination, and skill transformed the fascinating
museum into its present use as a restaurant."
- They enjoyed their dinner as much
as they'd enjoyed the restaurant
itself, but Remington was thrilled when Laura suggested they
an early evening.
- "You know, Mr. Steele,"
she said with an exaggerated sigh as they
walked out of the restaurant. "As beautiful as Savannah
is, I think
I've seen my fill for today. Why don't we head back to the inn?"
- Remington smiled at her suggestion
and answered with a raised eyebrow,
"But Miss Holt, there's so much we've yet to see."
- "There's only one sight I'm
interested in tonight," Laura said, her
voice low and husky in that way that always set his passions
- "Who am I to argue with that
kind of logic?" Remington answered with a
grin as he wrapped his arm around Laura's waist.
- She laid her head on his shoulder
and leaned into his embrace as they
walked back to the inn. When they'd made their way to their room,
Remington opened the door as Laura preceded him inside.
- "I think I'll draw a bath,"
she said seductively.
- Remington watched as Laura went
into the bathroom and began to fill
the large claw foot tub. Leaning over the tub, she poured in
lavender scented bubble bath. Then standing, she walked back
bedroom. Remington was still standing beside the bed as she began
taking off her clothes. Wordlessly, she slipped on a short pink
robe and walked back to the bathroom.
- She stopped in the doorway and turned
back to Remington, asking, "Care
to join me, Mr. Steele?"
- Remington fastened his cufflinks
as Laura stepped into the red dress
he'd bought for her. It was an excellent choice, she looked amazing.
The dress fit her beautifully, and her hair was up with soft
framing her face and falling on her neck.
- "Would you mind?" she
asked, holding the halter straps out to him.
- He took them from her and placed
a trail of light kisses down the back
of her neck before tying the dress there.
- She spun around, letting the full
skirt swirl where it fell just below
her knees. Although it was cocktail length, it was formal enough
their New Year's Eve riverboat cruise. Going to the chest of
and pulling out a velvet box, she put on the beautiful gold and
earrings that Remington had given her to go with the dress.
- He walked up behind her and reached
for the matching gold and ruby
bracelet. He kissed the inside of her wrist before clasping the
bracelet. He was happy he'd chosen a bracelet instead of a necklace.
The neckline of the dress needed no adorning. There was no question
about it, Laura looked absolutely beautiful.
- Remington pulled on his tuxedo jacket
as Laura stepped into her shoes
and picked up her bag. He helped her into her wrap before he
his arm to her.
- "Shall we?"
- It was about five minutes until
midnight when the DJ began to play a
Frank Sinatra tune. Remington pulled Laura close as they glided
the dance floor. The song was so appropriate for the evening
timing couldn't have been better.
- When somebody loves you
It's no good unless he loves you - all the way
Happy to be near you
When you need someone to cheer you - all the way
- Taller than the tallest tree is
That's how its got to feel
Deeper than the deep blue see is
That's how deep it goes - if it's real
- It was real. More real than Remington
had ever thought possible. And
for the first time in his life, he knew it. He leaned in to kiss
woman he loved - the only woman he had ever or would ever love.
continued to dance around the floor. When the song was over,
do what he'd waited to do for such a long time.
- When somebody needs you
It's no good unless he needs you - all the way
Through the good or lean years
And for all the in between years - come what may
- Who knows where the road will lead
Only a fool would say
But if you'll let me love you
It's for sure I'm gonna love you - all the way, all the way
- As the song ended, Remington took
Laura by the hand and led her toward
the exit. He stopped by the table to pick up her wrap.
- "But it's almost midnight,"
- "I know," he whispered.
- "But we'll miss the toast,"
- "It's all right, Laura,"
he said, kissing her. "I just don't want to
share the moment with the world. We'll ring in 1987 privately
the deck. Okay?"
- "Sure," she said with
a smile. She held his hand and followed him outside.
- They walked to a secluded area of
the deck and Laura stood looking out
at the river that she'd come to love. Remington stood behind
wrapping his arms around her waist. He held her for a moment
letting go and stepping back.
- They could hear the crowd inside
counting down, "10
- "Laura," he said.
- She turned around to see him in
front on her, down on one knee. She
drew her hand to her mouth.
- "I love you," he said,
his voice a little less steady than he'd hoped.
"You've changed my life. I am the man that I am because
of you. I
can't imagine life without you in it
" he took a deep
breath and then
continued, saying, "You've already made an honest man of
me. Will you
do me the honor of becoming my wife?" He opened the box
to reveal the
- "Oh, yes!" Laura immediately
replied as he stood to take her in his arms.
Happy New Year!"
- At the stroke of midnight, Remington
pulled Laura close and kissed
her. Their kiss was like none they'd ever shared, full of love
full of the promise of the future. As the kiss came to an end,
Remington stepped back and took Laura's left hand. With shaky
he slipped the ring on her finger. It fit perfectly.
- "It's beautiful," Laura
said, looking down at the antique gold ring
featuring a European cut diamond. It was the most unique ring
ever seen. "Where did you find it?"
- "In London," he answered,
taking her back into his arms. "When I went
looking for my name, I came across this ring in an estate shop.
planned to find out who I really was and come back to you. I
to give you my real name as proof of my commitment and ask you
- "But you didn't ask,"
she said, realizing that he'd had the ring for
all those months.
- "I couldn't," he answered.
"I didn't have anything to offer you. Or at
least, I thought I didn't."
- "You know I don't care about
your name anymore," she said hoping to
- "I know that now," he
said, kissing her. "And that's a good thing,
because I'm quite happy being Remington Steele."
- "And I'm rather pleased with
your being Remington Steele, myself,"
Laura answered, returning his kiss.
- They held each other close, kissing
and cuddling as they watched the
buildings along the riverbank float by.
- They were so lost in each other,
at first, that they didn't even
notice as the other revelers poured out on to the deck. Their
along the railing allowed them the perfect view of the amazing
fireworks blazing overhead. But they were nothing compared to
fireworks they'd create when they got back to their room.
- Mildred was already at her desk
when Remington and Laura arrived at
the office early on Monday morning. Since January 2nd fell on
Friday, Laura had made the executive decision to extend everyone's
vacation by a few days. It gave her and Remington a full weekend
celebrate their engagement at home.
- "Good Morning, Chief,"
Mildred greeted them, "Miss Holt."
- "Good Morning, Mildred,"
Laura said with a smile.
- "Morning, Mildred," Remington
replied, his hand never leaving the
small of Laura's back.
- "Did you and Eunice have a
good visit?" Laura asked.
- "Terrific," Mildred answered,
noticing that her `kids' only had eyes
for each other
even more so than usual. "You two look
- "We are," Laura answered,
absently twirling the ring she was still
getting accustomed to wearing on her left hand- an action that
go unnoticed by Miss Krebs.
- Sensing the beginnings of a "gal
to gal chat," Remington kissed
Laura's temple and began to walk to his office.
- "Will it be a long engagement?"
Mildred asked with a twinkle in her eye.
- Remington stopped in his tracks.
He wanted to hear the answer to that
and he mentally kicked himself for not
asking it. He
and Laura had been so happy these past few days just getting
the idea of getting married, he hadn't thought to bring up discussing
- Laura shook her head. "No,
I don't think so Mildred."
- Remington smiled and let out a sigh
- "We've waited almost five years-
don't you think that's long enough?"
Laura announced with a wink as she disappeared into her office.
- The end
- AN--- All the Savannah
sites and events are actually real, but the
Southern Lights Festival didn't actually begin until 2004