Authors note: Thank you to Nancy for creating a Remington Steele community; to Adriana, who started this story and her own spin-off, Alternate Link of Steele; to Betsy who edited Part 5; and to a reader who emailed me about finishing this story, to whom I grateful to be immersed again in Remington Steele.
Adrianas note: This story takes place at the end of Season Three, so for the purposes of this story season 4 or 5 ever happened.
Corinthia Temples
9:30 p.m.
Laura Holt was thinking back:
Two years, three months and five days ago, she finally got a glimpse of the man shed known as Remington Steele. Daniel Chambers had fallen into a bad place, and he needed to be smuggled out and relocated. Mr. Steele had never told her what had happened "Nothing to worry about, really" but he asked her to go with him because, hed said, he wanted to share part of his old life with her: "If I could put my old and new life together, I could finally be who Im supposed to be."
Initially she thought hed meant he could finally be Remington Steele, but to her surprise, instead hed introduced her to every man hed ever been fleeting aliases but also full lives, including "Michael," Daniel Chamberss adopted son, greatest ally and lifetime best friend. Just like shed been afraid, Laura hadnt liked every part of Mr. Steeles former life, but shed come to understand that neither had he.
Away from Los Angeles, Laura no longer saw her life as so different from Mr. Steeles.
As they moved on foot across Europe to retrieve Daniel, covering their tracks and constantly changing their identities to protect the agency, Laura got to watch Mr. Steele as he interacted with a handful of people whod known him before hed waltzed in to assume the mantle of her detective agency.
Once he caught her trying to learn from him as he tried on new identities as they went, because shed said, like him, she wanted to learn how to be herself differently, and hed said, "But I love that youre just you."
Since Laura had met Daniel, shed come to face the reality that Mr. Steele could go back to whatever life he wanted to because even in his transitory way, Daniel would always be Mr. Steeles home, and for that, Laura had always been watchful of Daniels intentions.
But Daniel had given her his blessing.
"He looks happy," Daniel had confided to her during a rare private moment. It had been at the end of their journey, when hed had a chance to watch them together, Laura remembered, when she had felt it and thought Mr. Steele had felt it, too.
At the end of the journey, they had checked into a hotel for the night before returning to Los Angeles, and she was standing on a balcony in late summer, looking out at the hotel courtyard. The lamps had just gone on for the night, and suddenly she was bathed in dusk.
Shed felt him before she saw him.
Shed grinned: "Im afraid to go back," shed said.
"Oh, really? Why is that?"
Shed laughed, gesturing around them. "This," shed said. "When are we going to tour the country, and see the world?"
"All the time," hed said. Hed stepped closer to her and gently placed his hand in hers.
Shed wrapped her hand around his and said, "I dont know what that means."
Hed brushed her hair off her face and said, "Dont you want to be with me?"
Shed lightly teased, "Which you, Mr. Steele?" and carefully let their fingers intertwine.
"All of them, Laura."
Her breath had caught then, and shed stopped to look at him: "Do all of them want to be with me?"
"Youve gotten to know me, Laura: the best and the worst. Ill keep asking you, but Im not going to change how I feel about you. Youve introduced myself to me, and I love you."
"You love me?" When shed stood there, replaying what hed said, it was the thing hed been leading up to it wasnt the stuff dreams were made of, it was the stuff her dreams were made of but shed felt completely at a loss.
When she hadnt said anything, hed said, "Do you love me?"
Shed known she was supposed to say yes, but shed just stood there and said, "I dont know."
Shed caught his hand pulling away, and hed waited for her to say something, but she hadnt had anything to say to the man who loved her.
In reality, theyd never gotten as far as "Do you love me?" Shed never had the chance to return his declaration of love because that conversation had never happened. After theyd deposited Daniel to the next stage of his journey, theyd decided to stay the night before returning to Los Angeles, but theyd never spent the evening together. Theyd checked into the hotel that night separately, and that was the last time shed seen him.
Until ten days ago.
Two years ago, when hed disappeared, first shed told herself not to worry: Maybe hed gone to run an errand the morning they were meant to return, maybe hed gone to say goodbye to an old friend, or maybe hed just wanted to have some time alone. After all, they hadnt agreed to spend the day together, shed told herself. They hadnt been on vacation.
In reality, shed been terrified. She didnt know where Daniel was, and she couldnt call Mildred without compromising Daniels location. Nevertheless, shed waited a week for him to come back to her before accepting the possibility that there was nothing she could do from there, and for a long time she mourned, not only for having been caught completely off guard, but for the fact that shed needed a dream to realize something that for so long had been hidden even from herself:
Shed loved him.
At the time, thered been no big case, the office had been under renovation for a couple months, and nobody had been expecting her to check in. When she and Mildred had finally reunited, shed composed a vague, probably unintelligible, version of the events leading up to Mr. Steeles disappearance, and whether she believed it or not, Mildred had mercifully accepted it.
Laura had kept the business going for a while (Even when hed assumed her mysterious Mr. Steele, he hadnt always been around), while secretly pouring over the obituaries and conducting her own search. Had he returned to Daniel and gotten stuck down a rabbit hole? Had it all been a con on Daniels part?
Had it all been a con on Mr. Steeles part? No, she knew, but it never made her feel any better.
Back in the present, under the rain in Spain, Lauras heart was pounding through her chest. In the darkness of the tunnel, she thought back onto their trip thus far. Ten days and counting, there he was: as rugged and as beautiful as ever, a face she recognized but didnt know.
It was so very different from what she had in mind coming to Spain, Laura thought. For your dream holiday, just add your would-be-lover and your would-be-lovers wife.
What plays did she have left? She wasnt the head of this operation anymore, but she owed it to Mildred and Murphy to get them back safely.
If she hadnt happened upon Felicia, where would she and Freddy have gone? What would Mildred and Mr. Steele have come up with that could mean she could protect and face her two best friends in the whole world?
If they hadnt come upon Mr. Steele and Felicia at all, where would they all be?
The answer was: Theyd be safe. They wouldnt be in the ruins of a temple, chasing a book or a man or her would-be-lovers wife. What would the owner of the pre-Remington Steele "Remington Steele Detective Agency" have done before it became all about him?
If everything werent about returning to Los Angeles with Mr. Steele, Laura would turn Freddy and Felicia into the police. That option wasnt viable, she thought, because then shed have to admit that she lied about what she was doing at the museum and how she was involved. Could Laura let him go? But then she already had, she thought.
She hadnt been able to love him when he was right in front of her.
"Murphy, stop." It started to downpour, but she just stood there. "What do you want, Felicia?"
Felicia laughed broadly. "Right now?" she said. "Just to be rid of you!"
In the pale light of a nearby lamp, Laura studied the other womans face for the first time. Shed wanted to scapegoat Felicia for everything that had happened in the last two years, but she realized now, among all her prayers was the hope that hed found happiness.
And he had, she thought.
She said, "Im tired, and I think youre tired, too."
Felicia turned on her. "Well, since I cant have Michael anymore "
"That isnt my fault, Felicia."
"But you just said "
"I know what I just said!" In the pale light of a nearby lamp, Laura studied the other womans face for the first time. Shed never tried to imagine Felicias motives, but she didnt know her own anymore.
It doesnt end, she thought.
"Im tired, and I think youre tired, too. Take him out of the equation," she said. "What do you want?"
Felicia looked at Murphy then back at Laura. Both looked at Laura. In her head, Laura begged the other woman to give her an answer so she could go back to Los Angeles and never look at Mr. Steele again.
Felicia said, "I want the book." Thank God, Laura thought.
Murphy stepped in between them. "Laura, what are you doing?"
"This is the only way out, Murphy." She waited for him to play out the scenarios as she had in her head. "You know Im right," she said.
Murphy looked at Mildred. Mildred looked back, but didnt say anything.
"Is this really what you want, Laura?" Murphy said tenderly.
When Laura didnt answer, Felicia said, "I dont have it, but I know where it is." She looked between them. "Do we have an agreement?"
"If you leave with the book, youll leave us alone, Felicia?" Laura said. "Forever?"
Felicia looked between them again, then finally at Laura.
"Forever."
Laura nodded. "Well all go together right now. Well get Mildred and your husband" I have to stop calling him Mr. Steele, she thought "and then well go pick up the book." When no one said anything, she added, "My condition is we get Mildred first."
She looked around. "Are we all agreed?"
Felicia said, "My condition is we dont talk."
"Agreed."
Laura met Felicias eyes. Lauras tears were hot in the rain, but she didnt look away. Now that he and Felicia were at odds thanks in no small part to her and Daniel was missing in action, she realized Mr. Steele was alone again, and for that, she was truly sorry.
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Corinthia Temples
9:30 p.m.
Staring into the barrel of Freddys gun, Mildred had come to realize: This wasnt quite what shed had in mind.
It was exactly what shed had in mind. Shed promised herself after Murphy got shot that she would see this through to the end. Ten days later, with all this running around and all this injury, what was she really doing here?
Like Laura, she hadnt come into her own by asking politely. Mildred had joined the IRS for the prospect of the very intrigue she had happened upon during her time at the agency, and she had loved the thrill just as much as Miss Holt and Mr. Steele in her own way.
And like Laura, Mildred wanted closure, but she also wanted to know there was nothing they couldnt have done, in pursuit of the case and of Mr. Steele. Despite all that had led up to their trip and everything that had transpired since they had arrived, Mildred knew it wasnt over.
On the other side of the barrel, Freddy said, "I was secretly hoping it would be you Id run into."
"Oh, really?" Later, Mildred realized so had she.
He said, "You remind me of my mother."
"Thats nice."
"I hated my mother."
"Oh."
Up close, Mildred could see he was still a relatively young man. He looked like he was in his late 40s, but he could be in his early 30s.
For the first time he thought to ask, "Where do you fit in with all this?"
Mildred looked back at him, thinking of all the stories she and Laura had concocted. She picked the easiest: "My daughter wanted to come to Spain," she said. "I said I didnt know, but you know: Kids dont listen."
Freddy smiled. He looks so proud of himself, Mildred thought, like hed won and Ive lost. She felt the ground underneath her as she stood in between his gun and the ledge behind her over a 20-foot drop.
He said, "You must be proud."
Mildred was proud of Laura Holt: When Laura had opened the agency, the younger woman had already tapped into her sense of adventure that had taken Mildred decades to tap into but Mildred didnt need to work at a detective agency to watch a love story unfold right before her: As long as Laura Holt and Remington Steele knew each other, they couldnt help themselves.
She said, "My daughter does what she wants." Mildred looked at him once last time. "Like mother, like daughter."
"What?"
The gun in her hand went off as easily as Mr. Steele had promised when hed given it to her. "One day, youll need this," hed said two years ago, Mildred realized, right before he left.
Freddy had been grinning at her and then he wasnt. It was just like Mr. Steele had told her it would be, but she didnt have the words to describe what she felt before his eyes rolled away.
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Corinthia Temples
9:45 p.m.
Mr. Steele knew what had happened as he came upon Mildred and what remained of Freddy Hawkes. Mildred was standing over Freddys body. Her head spun to meet his eyes.
"Its all right," he said. "Well take care of it."
He eased the gun from her fingers. She looked up at him. "Wholl take care of you?"
His mouth twitched up, and he laughed. "I dont know, Mildred." He straightened when he saw Laura approach. "I guess well see."
He turned to receive Laura, Murphy and none other than the woman hed married.
Laura said, "Felicias going to lead us to the book."
Mr. Steele approached Felicia. "Are you all right?"
Laura interrupted. "All of us have agreed that nobodys going to talk about this," she said. "This is what were doing, and were all doing it together, right now."
Mr. Steele looked between the two women, neither of whom would look at him. Murphy just stood there.
Mildred said to him, "Shall we go? We have a few hours before the body is discovered and we lose the chance to tell our story."
Mr. Steele nodded as he let Felicia then Laura and Murphy precede him. It was only ten days after he finally saw her for the first time in two years, and he was still getting used to seeing her face again.
He hadnt been lying when hed told Laura he didnt know what had happened to the agency, but he hadnt tried to find out, either: One day, hed thought, he would just walk in, and his life in Los Angeles would be right there as if hed never left.
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Downtown Madrid
11 p.m.
Felicia led the way out of the temples. She thought, Of course it would end this way.
She had realized very early on how she felt about Michael. Ten years before he was Remington Steele, shed met him in London one night at a party, and immediately she knew hed turn out to be something else.
The next few years they ran in the same circles off and on, drinking and thieving and always dreaming of a better life. She got used to him going in and out of her life, traveling for a few months at a time for work, but always coming back until one day he was just gone.
Considering how much hed built with Laura Holt, Felicia could no longer attribute his wavering commitment to just herself.
Two years ago, hed resurfaced. Hed been working as a detective, shed heard through the grapevine, and shed left it, but finally she had run into him and had to see it for herself.
He looked good.
Rumor had it that hed stashed away a large bounty, but no one could find anything on him following him, and no one had dared to confront him before hed left, let alone after years as the head of a world-class detective agency but she gradually began to enlist his help in the field, and she came to believe she could bring him back into the fold.
The night she almost drowned, hed pulled her out of the river, evading a capture at the hands of Scotland Yard. Their escape route, a pipe, had burst and instead of depositing them easily in a protected pier, shed found herself caught on a piece of sunken metal from which hed disentangled her, before surfacing them both.
"You dont need to take care of me, Michael," shed told him when shed finally regained consciousness.
Hed wrapped her up in a blanket and looked at her across from the fireplace in the small house hed taken as his. Shed removed the blanket and had quickly risen to leave because, despite all the years shed known him, it didnt seem appropriate for her to be here now in any state of undress.
He laughed at her modesty. "Its all right, Felicia. I know you dont need anyone to take care of you. You never have."
She settled back in, studying him across the living room. She looked him over: "Los Angeles suits you."
"Ill be returning shortly, Felicia."
Until Los Angeles, there had never been a topic that wasnt open to her, shed realized, and shed left his home shortly afterwards.
But then he was back again two weeks later. Later she realized he had never told her what had happened in the two weeks hed last been gone, but something fundamental in Michael had shifted since shed last seen him. Whereas two weeks prior he wouldnt talk about Los Angeles, now it was as if hed never even been there, had never been Remington Steele, and had never engaged in whatever nonsense Felicia had imagined that he might have entertained with Laura Holt.
In short, he was the Michael OLeary shed come of age with and he was right there.
In retrospect, she thought, she should have asked how hed spent those two weeks hed been gone, but something that had always worked when Felicia had first met him was their ability to comfort each other without asking any questions, and that thought was comforting. If hed ever wanted to talk, he would tell her bits and pieces until she could put everything together, and in that regard, shed hoped their relationship hadnt changed. She felt she didnt need the whole picture, just the whole Michael, and he gave that to her.
Now she thought maybe he wanted to be Michael OLeary more than she wanted him to. Maybe Michael was only one piece of whom hed grown into. Worse, maybe she wanted him to be Remington Steele because then, she wouldnt feel bad for betraying the man shed loved for more than a decade.
Hed lied to her, but shed also lied to herself.
Was it ever real? she thought now. Yes, it was, and like those two weeks, Michael, too, was lost to her.
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Madrid
11:30 p.m.
Laura followed Felicia back out of the temples through the streets of Spain. The worst part of this was watching them together: As Laura looked on as Felicia walked ahead of her and Mr. Steele followed behind them, she could feel them look at each other when they thought the other wasnt looking, and Laura could picture them tangled up in one anothers arms, living out the kind of life she could only imagine.
Even if it didnt ever work out, she wanted to know what that felt like not with him, Laura reminded herself, because if she needed a reason why that wasnt possible, she could just look around.
They slowed, and Laura recognized the street.
Felicia said, "This is it."
Murphy looked at Laura: "Laura, youve got to be kidding me!"
Laura looked at where theyd stopped: Hotel Espana, where shed spent the last ten days finding and losing Mr. Steele again. The main gate stretched up before them into the midnight sky.
Felicia said, "It was the last place I thought youd look. I would have come back here, later."
Its exactly what she would have done, Laura thought. She smiled, despite herself: In another life, she and Felicia might have gotten along.
Laura opened the door to her own hotel room: Where else? she thought. She gestured for Felicia to go precede her. Felicia retrieved the book from behind the beds frame.
"Nobody ever checks the bed," Felicia said.
Laura nodded. Lord knows she hadnt slept since shed arrived in Madrid, she thought. Briefly, her eyes met Felicias, and she thought again of all that had been lost.
Across the room, she met Mr. Steeles eyes, as cool and clandestine as ever, and for years to come, she thought, she would wonder what he was thinking.
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Police headquarters
Downtown Madrid
It was nearly 11 a.m. before they all emerged from Officer Rodriguezs interrogation room, after he had been called in and had spoken to each one of them separately. Mildred had finally made good on her promise to get the police involved when she walked in to report her own kidnapping by Freddy against whom she had defended herself, and on whom they had collectively agreed all the blame would be placed.
As Laura had hoped, Rodriguez suspected a third party had acquired the book before Freddys death, which, Laura thought, was almost true: Mr. Steele, who was neither a member of her party nor of his own now, had stolen it, and they had given it to Felicia.
When the last one of them had been questioned, Officer Rodriguez examined at them as a group: There were friends and foes here even they didnt know what they were, he thought but he couldnt hold them anymore. He asked them to be available to him in the event that he had any other questions, but he didnt ask them to stay in the country, to Lauras relief and horror:
Then what? she thought.
They all walked together away from the police station, then Felicia left, while Mildred and Murphy waited for Laura and Mr. Steele. For a moment, they stood in the park not looking at each other.
Finally, Laura spoke: "Thank you for helping me today, for helping me protect Mildred and Murphy." When she looked up, their eyes met, and he held her with his gaze.
"Thats all youve got to say to me, Laura?"
She looked up into his face into his eyes, and for the first time in a long time, she thought she could see him. He was standing right there, and she could feel the space between them close as he reached out to touch her.
"Im sorry," she said. "I cant."
Passing Mildred and Murphy, she said, "Please lets never talk about this."
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MadridBarajas Airport
9 p.m.
Laura was waiting to board the plane when she felt his hands embrace hers, and she couldnt pull away because, even when shed left him, she thought, shed wanted him to follow her. She turned and let herself lean into him before pulling back and drinking him in with her eyes.
She smiled sadly: "Mr. Steele."
She turned to look for Felicia, when he said, "No, Laura. Its over."
She nodded, and he slipped his fingers through hers just like her dream, she thought and then she couldnt look at him any longer.
"Im so sorry, Laura," he said, "for all of it: for leaving, for returning, for everything."
She shook her head. "No," she said, as she felt tears start to surface. She brushed them away to say, "I dont want you to regret anything." She looked up at him. "We always knew it couldnt last."
"No, Laura, you know that isnt true," he said, taking ahold of her shoulders, "not anymore." He re-took her hand, and she lightly closed in on his.
This time the tears spilled over, but she just dug her fingers into his hands to whisper, "But you left me, Mr. Steele, and Ive spent the last two years realizing I couldnt hold you."
"Will you let me tell you what happened?"
She looked up into his eyes. "Did you love her?"
"You know I did, Laura."
"Yes," she said. "I do." She smiled sadly. "You wouldnt be you if you didnt." She took his hand and carefully returned it to his side.
He looked at her. Hed spent the last ten days reacquainting himself with her the smell of her hair, the way she walked but had never actually got what hed missed the most: her smile, the way she threw her head back when she laughed, was something hed never gotten used to missing.
"Can you ever forgive me, Laura?"
"Someday, Mr. Steele." She enveloped her hand in his once more, then gently turned and walked away.
End of Part 6.
To Part 7
Authors note: Thank you for reading! Part 7 is coming soon. Please feel free to share any feedback, thoughts, suggestions or questions that should be addressed. I would love to hear anything I can add, answer or incorporate.