An addition to Steele Threads
By: Phaedra Phelan

E-mail: PrissyBNY@aol.com
Summary: What happened with Remington and Laura after she narrowly missed being killed at her apartment.
Disclaimer: This “Remington Steele” story is not-for-profit and is purely for entertainment purposes. The author and this site do not own the characters and are in no way affiliated with “Remington Steele,” the actors, their agents, the producers, MTM Productions, the NBC Television Network or any station or network carrying the show in syndication, or anyone in the industry.

After Laura revived from the bullet’s impact on the bullet-proof jacket she had been wearing, she was determined to solve the case. The police were called naturally and questions had to be answered but nothing was resolved as to the motive for Carl’s attempt on her life. Obviously the jacket was of some unusual material and Laura sensed that the whole case was revolving around the jacket. But it was very late and Remington caught her by her hand and drew her to him after he had sent Bullets home.

“Laura, please . . . let’s just get some rest and decompress a bit. It has been a very rough night. You were almost killed, darling. I am still so rattled by all of this that I have to stop and assess things and I think that you should as well. I am going to take you someplace safe with me tonight, so put a few things together and come along. No questions on this now.”

Remington looked at Laura and wanted more than anything else in the world to take her into his arms and tell her how much she meant to him, but she was off on her typical somewhat self-reliant bent and the danger of the whole situation had not completely registered with her.

But then Laura saw in his eyes his fright for her and when it finally registered, her hands began to shake. She had put on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt before the police came and with her hair down and her defenses all blown away she looked like a teenager.

“You’re right. You’re right. And my back is beginning to hurt something fierce where the bullet knocked the wind out of me. Please just take me someplace safe, Mr. Steele.”

Remington led her out of the loft and down the stairs to the limo and they got into it. That’s when Laura broke down suddenly and began to sob uncontrollably in his arms.

“Shush . . . shush, darling, it will be all right. I . . . I won’t let anything happen to you.” He stroked her hair and tried to calm her. He spoke to Fred. “Take us to the Bonaventure Hotel. We need a safe place for Miss Holt tonight.”

Laura’s sobs finally ended and she just huddled in his arms like a frightened little girl. When they arrived at the hotel, Remington checked them in and took Laura up to their room.

“I think that you will be safe here. I didn’t want to take you to my place because I’m not sure that you would be safe there tonight. Are you beginning to feel a little calmer now?”

Laura nodded and went to the bed and fell across it and Remington lay down beside her on top of the covers.

“I was almost killed tonight, wasn’t I?”

“Yes, it was a very close call, darling, from a very desperate man.”

“My back is beginning to really hurt.”

Remington pulled up her sweatshirt and realized that she wasn’t wearing anything under it.

“You’re not wearing . . .”

“I just threw this on. And my back . . .”

“You have quite a black and blue bruise where the bullet struck that jacket . . . right in the middle of your spine. If that jacket had not protected you, you would have been a goner. At the very least you would never have walked again.”

He kissed her on her back where a huge ugly bruise had shown up.

“I’ll get some hot towels and put them on your back. That should relieve some of the pain. Let’s get you into the bed. A few hours rest should be just what the doctor ordered. Tomorrow morning early we begin to work on this case again.”

Remington helped Laura up and turned the bed back and she slipped out of the jeans she was wearing and crawled into the bed wearing just her scant panties and her sweat shirt. The sight of her like that wakened Remington’s passions powerfully, but he held himself in check. He was just thankful that she was alive. She was hurting quite a bit, even though she was trying to pretend that she was all right.

“I’m cold, Mr. Steele. Can you lie down with me and keep me warm tonight? I’m shivering so.”

Remington shed his slacks and shirt and got into the bed with her and held her in his arms, surrounding her with his warmth and Laura gradually stopped shivering.
 
“Dear God, Laura. I could not have lived if something had happened to you,” he whispered as he held her. “I could not have gone on for another day. Bulletts asked me if I had ever lost someone and I told him ‘yes.’ He said that it showed in my eyes. If I had lost you, Laura, I would have been the most miserable of men. Do you realize this?”

“You . . . I heard you call me ‘babe’ when I was coming to. You never called me that before.”

“I have called you that in my heart many times and I have called you that in my dreams so many times.”

Remington kissed Laura tenderly on her mouth and the kiss deepened and deepened till they were both clinging to each other. Then when Remington suddenly became powerfully aroused, he drew back and dropped his head.
 

“I dare not press you this way tonight. You’re hurt and you need to rest, darling. I will just lie here beside you if you don’t mind. I need to hold you close to my heart tonight.”

Remington drew the covers up over them and wrapped his arms around Laura, encompassing her with his warmth until Laura finally fell asleep.
 
Dear Lord, I almost lost my woman tonight. What is going to happen to us? I love you so much, Laura. I admit it. When you were shot, my heart felt like it was being torn from my body. I just need to tell you how I feel, but it is so hard to say the words I need to say with you. Lord, please don’t let anything happen to my woman.

Remington lay beside Laura and tears sprang uncontrollably from his eyes as he recalled the moment when he thought he had lost her earlier. He couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. He had to get up because the tears would not stop coming. When he went into the bathroom and closed the door, he began to sob and then he just vomited till there was nothing left in his stomach. He had never felt such emotional pain before.
 
 
The moment when he thought she had been taken from him kept playing over and over in his head and it was unlike anything he had ever experienced in his life.
 
 
Laura stirred in the bed and realized that Remington was not there. As she lay there she heard him gagging in the bathroom. And she knew why he was ill. He had been frightened nearly to death at what had happened to her.

She got up and went to the bathroom door and knocked.
 
“Yes.”
 
Remington was kneeling over the toilet, as miserable as he could be.
 
“I . . . I’ll be all right,” he gasped as he began to gag again.
 
Laura went to him and knelt beside him and hugged him as he gagged till he finally was able to stop.
 
“I . . . was so frightened for you tonight, Laura. I couldn’t protect you and I thought I’d lost you. It scared me so. It scared the literal crap out of me, Laura.”
 
“But you did protect me. If you had not come at that moment, Carl would have killed me for sure. You saved me, Mr. Steele.”
 
Remington looked up at her and realized that it was true, but he still shuddered at the thought that he might have lost her this way.
 
Laura took a wash cloth wrung out in cold water and wiped his face to calm him.
 
“Come back to bed. I’m still here and we need our rest so that we can finish solving this thing tomorrow.”
 
Now Remington was the one who was shivering and needing to be warmed. Laura took the luxurious terry robe that was provided in the hotel bathroom and put it on him and led him back to the bedroom where they lay down together and just clung to one another till they both finally fell asleep again.
 
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