Past Steele Holts Its Danger
- by Wolfgang
- Author's notes etc.
- This is a sequel to "Holt with nerves of Steele".
I think it can stand on its own, but it probably helps to know
what happened in the predecessors.
- I can't say that all ideas I used are my own ones, but
who can say that anyway? We're all influenced by things we read,
hear and see. But I think I can say that the way I linked these
ideas are unique. I took many liberties especially on the medical
sector, so if anyone thinks the whole thing is terrible wrong
I'm glad to listen and willing to avoid the same mistakes if
I'm ever going to write about the same thing, but I won't rewrite
it now [;-)], perhaps later. I also never have been to California,
so I hope my interpretation of the map was right.
- Special thanks are for Susannah who patiently answered
my questions as long as I was bombarding her, Nancy for her patience
(worthy of an angel) and naturally for my beta reader Jacqui
who probably still has to recover from this strenuous work, and
those who encouraged me to write it. I also have to thank Adriana
for her criticism, both positive and negative, both were constructive.
- This story was never intended to be written in parts,
so maybe I didn't cut them at the most appropriate places.
- Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Remington Steele
and Laura Holt. I just borrowed them for entertainment. Any resemblance
to any existing person is purely coincidental.
- Part 4
- Daniel had given Laura the general direction. He was sitting
in the back with Harry discussing different points of Harry's
*newly discovered life*. Laura listened and started to wonder
how anyone could bother about such absurd details until she realized
that success sometimes depended on the details.
- After some minutes Laura became uneasy. A car seemed to follow
them. She confirmed her suspicion driving around three blocks
and still having their fan behind them. "We're being followed,"
- Both Harry and Daniel looked up and then turned around.
- "It's the red van," Laura continued. "Do you
know anything about it - Daniel?"
- Daniel shifted uncomfortably. He didn't like Laura's accusing
tone. He also didn't know if Laura had talked with Harry about
his revelations last night, but he suspected that this hadn't
happened because Harry behaved in his usual manner. That made
his answer all the more tricky. Harry would certainly want to
have an answer, too, and he could hardly involve Laura right
now in it. "Lin- ah, Laura, you certainly know that men
of my profession do not only make friends. There's always the
possibility that someone develops the human desire to renegotiate
- "Are you going to tell me that you don't know anybody
in particular who could be interested in observing you?"
Laura cut him short through clenched teeth.
- "Yes, I think you could say it this way. I'm sure that
the subjects who had been involved in my last scam," he
hoped Laura would get the point, "don't have the means to
- "Your last scam? Tell me about it," Harry inquired.
- "Perhaps later, my boy. We have more important things
- "Do you mind taking a detour?" Laura asked after
she didn't succeed in shaking off their follower. She hoped that
she could lose their tail after leaving the outskirts of San
- While she was able to keep him distant in the plains it became
impossible when she had to drive through the hilly landscape.
She wasn't used to driving a heavy car through curves, and their
shadow caught up.
- Laura cursed under her breath. She wished she was driving
her Rabbit, at least she knew how it would behave. She couldn't
use the power the car provided her with. She had tried it, but
two times she had only avoided steering it down the hillside
by sheer luck. Then she felt a hard jolt. She wondered how she
could have kept the car in control. Another jolt. The driver
of the van meant business. He wished them to leave the street
immediately, and the slope was very steep here. Laura braked.
The van crashed into the Mercedes giving it a head start that
Laura tried to use to get out of eyesight. The tires were screaming
through the turns while she desperately tried to keep their follower
- After a very short time she could admire the van in its full
beauty in the rear-view mirror - again. Another jolt - and the
car was breaking through the guardrail. From afar she could hear
the hooting of a truck. Laura desperately tried to steer the
Mercedes straight down so it wouldn't skip. Fortunately the slope
wasn't too steep and she managed to lose some speed - then she
crashed into a rock - and everything went dark.
- Laura slowly awoke when someone was calling frantically 'Laura'
in her ear. Who was this Laura? And who was calling? Why did
her head ache so terribly? Her chest was aching, too. She tried
to move her legs, but they hit a sharp edge and Laura moaned.
Slowly memory started to set in. She was Laura. The voice that
was calling her name was familiar - Mr. Steele - Harry! She remembered
being chased - and then nothing. She slowly opened her eyes.
Harry's tone became desperate. She had to calm him. "I'm
all right," she managed to whisper hoarsely. It seemed like
a miracle to her that Harry could make it out, but the relief
in his voice was obvious when he said, "thank Goodness."
- Laura slowly moved her hand to unfasten her safety-belt.
She found it difficult to coordinate her movements. Suddenly
she had to vomit.
- After the burst of nausea had gone she looked at the mess
in front of her. The steering wheel was much nearer than it was
supposed to be, the angle was also unusual and parts of it were
covered with blood - probably hers she realized - and with the
content of her stomach. The windshield was shattered. The front
of the car seemed to have wandered into the passenger-side of
the car. She cautiously tried to move her legs again. They immediately
hit another edge that caused another wave of nausea, but they
seemed to function normally. She tried to turn around, but her
legs crashed into another sharp corner, and she winced. Realization
set in: she was trapped. Frantically she tried to free herself,
but she only succeeded in hurting herself. A strong hand was
laid on her upper arm, and in her panic, she tried to remove
it, but the hand tightened its grip and suddenly a voice came
through - she realized that it had talked to her for quite a
while, she just hadn't registered - Harry's pleading voice. "Calm
down, Laura, please! We WILL get you out of here!"
- Laura felt ashamed, then another wave of nausea overcame
her and she vomited again.
- The grip on her arm prevented her from hitting her head against
the wheel again - when did she manage to unfasten the safety-belt
- "Okay, Laura, listen to me. We will lay down the back
of your seat and pull you out of it. All you have to do is stay
calm. Do you hear me?" Harry asked.
- "Yes, I hear you," Laura croaked.
- She felt the back of her seat lowered and she felt sick again,
but her tummy was already empty, so it didn't cause much harm.
Two pairs of hands were grabbing her shoulders and started to
pull her gently out of her predicament.
- "Okay, we will turn you to the left so we can pull you
out of the car. Do you understand me?" Harry asked her.
- It took her some time until she realized what he was talking
about. She tried to nod her understanding, but it only made her
feel sick again, so she whispered, "yes."
- "Don't move!" Harry ordered her and left the car.
If it hadn't been for the second pair of hands holding her shoulder
she would have panicked again. Laura closed her eyes. All she
wanted to do now was sleep.
- Daniel's hands suddenly left her shoulder. Harry was climbing
into the car and grabbed her under her shoulders. Daniel entered
the other side of the car. He should make sure that Laura wouldn't
be caught by some edge while Harry was cautiously dragging her
out. Both were talking to her reassuringly, and they finally
got her out of the car. Harry carried Laura cautiously into the
shadow while Daniel took the first-aid kit and a cover. In the
distance he could hear a siren. He looked up and saw a man approaching
them. For a moment Daniel felt panic rising, then he realized
that this man wasn't the van's passenger. He sighed in relief,
then he hurried to Harry and Laura.
- While Harry tended Laura's injuries Daniel turned towards
the newcomer. He introduced himself. "Hello, my name is
Bob Lane. I've seen how your car was pushed from the street.
I've called the police. I also got the license number of that
van. Can I help you? Is anybody hurt?"
- "Well, thank you very much. No, I don't think you can
help in any further way I'm afraid. My friend's fiancée
probably got a concussion... unless you know how to tend such
an injury... How were you able to call the police? I haven't
seen any wires."
- "Oh, that's easy. My truck has CB-radio. I had to drive
a short distance until I got some reply, then I returned immediately.
Do you know why you've been pushed?"
- "It probably was a madman. He'd been following us since
San Francisco. Perhaps he doesn't like foreign cars." Daniel
shrugged his shoulders indicating he didn't know anything.
- The sound of sirens didn't increase anymore. They looked
up and saw the Sheriff's car stopping. Two uniformed men approached
them cautiously. They interrogated them briefly, then one of
them climbed back up the hill. The other one went to Harry and
Laura, but then changed his mind when he saw them comforting
each other. He had the feeling he had seen the man before and
racked his brain because of it. He realized that he had only
asked for the names of Mr. Chalmers and Mr. Lane. He approached
the wreck. The signs that it had been pushed were evident. He
closed the distance and started to sniff. No smell of gasoline,
a good sign. The car wouldn't blow up suddenly. He looked into
the car and winced when he saw the mess and became aware of the
acrid smell of vomit. Everything seemed to be C&D: A car
chased another one and pushed it down the hillside. If they were
lucky enough they found the van plus driver. Motive? Heaven knows.
- He headed back towards Harry and Laura when he remembered
why he knew this man, it was Remington Steele. That made the
question of motive almost obsolete. There were enough people
who held a grudge against him, even some former members of the
SFPD. He vaguely remembered the scandal of corruption that had
happened about one and a half years ago.
- He looked at the pale woman and felt sorry for her. Her head
was bandaged. He didn't want to interrupt their intimacy, Mr.
Steele was holding and caressing her hand, he whispered soothingly
to her - he couldn't understand anything - but he had to interrogate
them, at least him. From experience he knew that the paramedics,
as soon as they arrived, certainly would say that she wasn't
fit for interrogation, and this time even he would believe it.
- He heard the sound of a siren and looked up. The paramedics.
It was about time. The woman looked as if she would pass out
any minute, and he wasn't sure if he remembered enough of treating
concussions, it had been quite a while that he had attended the
- Sure enough the paramedics took a good look at her and then
brought her to their van. They also took a look at Harry and
Daniel, but both had been very lucky, they were only affected
- When Harry started to follow the paramedics to accompany
Laura the sheriff stopped him. So Harry asked the paramedics
where they would take Laura, and after a short dispute concerning
their health insurance they agreed to take her to a private hospital.
- The rest of the day seemed to be a nightmare to Harry. The
sheriff took both of them with him where they had to make their
statements. After what seemed an eternity he provided them with
the possibility of returning to Frisco. Harry wanted to see Laura
immediately, but at the hospital they wouldn't let him. She indeed
had a concussion, and some of her ribs were cracked but not broken.
They still had to run some more tests to be sure that there was
no further damage, but they were quite optimistic about it. She
had shown no signs of amnesia which was considered as a good
sign. Perhaps he could visit her briefly tomorrow
afternoon, but that depended on the results of the tests.
- He left the hospital reluctantly and returned to the hotel
where Daniel was awaiting him. Daniel was asked to stay for a
few days in case additional information was needed. Daniel wasn't
too thrilled about this request although he hadn't had any intention
to leave Harry during his ordeal.
- Later that day Harry informed Abigail and the Pipers about
their accident. It didn't surprise him that Francis took the
news after the initial shock much better than Abigail. Abigail
was completely hysterical, and Harry whose nerves were on edge
as well, none too politely hinted that in her state as a nervous
wreck she would do better by staying home than visiting Laura
and aggravate both their mental states. This of course wasn't
in the least bit suitable to calm Abigail down, and after the
exchange of some more pleasantries Harry ended the call quite
- After regaining his composure, which took him quite a while,
he phoned again with the Pipers and was lucky to get Donald on
the phone. He told Donald about his failed call with Abigail
and that he felt the urge to apologize but was in no state of
mind to call himself to deal with her. If it was possible that
Donald could... and naturally Donald accepted the task. He knew
Abigail long enough to know how to deal with her and her different
states of mind.
- Then he called Mildred who also insisted on paying a visit
immediately. She addressed Daniel with some of her colorful expressions,
and though Harry also thought that Daniel was partly responsible
for this disaster he defended him indicating that there was no
proof. He also declined Mildred's offer of a visit, instead he
asked her to stay in LA for various reasons: They were awaiting
their new secretary on Monday, and it was Mildred's duty to show
her in. He also wanted her to cancel all meetings on Monday,
he was sure they were only updates. The most important reason
was that he wanted Mildred there if he needed some digging. Mildred
- Harry felt like a caged tiger and paced up and down. Daniel
couldn't bear this picture of frustration and kept him occupied
during the rest of the day by working further out Steele's identity.
- During the afternoon they got two phone calls. Donald informed
him that he had talked to Abigail. He hadn't been able to prevent
her from coming to San Francisco, but he had delivered the apology
which had been accepted by Abigail who had in return also presented
- The other one was from the police. They informed him that
the car had been found - it had been stolen, the license number
had been forged. They had been able to retrieve some finger prints,
but it would take its time to check them. Interpol was informed
- After a miserable night full of worries and self-accusations
Harry was almost a nervous wreck. There were no more fingernails
left he could chew on, and he looked very down. Daniel had never
seen his protégé in such a state of mind. He hadn't
seen Harry after the faked death of Anna, but he was sure Harry
had dealt with that affair better. He had canceled all his visits
for the next few days, he didn't want to expose himself. He wasn't
convinced that the driver had been after him - Laura and Harry
had made more than their share of enemies during the past years
- but it was really too much of coincidence that someone started
to go after them while he paid a visit in the States.
- His attempts to distract Harry failed miserably. Working
on Steele's identity proved to be also a waste of time. He was
relieved when Harry left for the hospital, perhaps he could sort
out some things of his own. He went to the telephone.
- At the hospital Harry met Abigail. Both apologized for their
behavior the day before and then they fell in uncomfortable silence
not knowing what to say. Both of them awaited anxiously the doctor's
visit with Laura. It took them both almost every ounce of self-control
not to rush in with the doctor, and the following quarter of
an hour seemed to be one of the longest periods of time they
ever had faced. When he finally left the room both immediately
bombarded him with questions. He raised his hands as if to say
'slow down', then he said, "given the circumstances she's
doing well. There seems to be no further complications, but after
accidents like that... well you never can be too sure so we have
to be careful. I will grant her one visitor, more would be too
strenuous. Of course a nurse will stand by too make sure you
won't exhaust her too much."
- When both Harry and Abigail headed for Laura's room the doctor
stopped them. "I said one visitor." He watched them
arguing for a short time, then he lost his patience. "If
you don't come to an agreement there will be no visitors at all
today. You are both much too agitated for her good." When
they both turned sharply to argue with him, he raised his hands
once more. "Okay, okay, we do it by the book. I know you
are Mr. Steele, who are you?"
- "I'm Abigail Holt, Laura's mother."
- "That settles it." He addressed Abigail. "You
can go in, five minutes."
- Abigail immediately headed for Laura's room. Harry tried
to argue with the doctor, but he cut him short. "Sorry,
but that's the rules. You are no relative."
- "But we're engaged. We're going to marry -"
- "That still means that you are no relative - yet."
And then, with more sympathy in his voice: "I do understand
you, but you have to understand my position."
- A very crestfallen Harry surrendered. He watched as Abigail
opened the door and went in. He winced when he could hear Laura's
voice asking, "mother! What are you doing here? Where's
Harry?" He couldn't make out more because Abigail was shutting
the door, but that changed soon. He clenched his fists when Laura's
high-pitched voice rang out to the corridor. "I want to
see Harry! Why is he not here?" After a short pause in which
Abigail probably tried to soothe her, another accusation cut
right through his heart. "He left me, didn't he? You're
just trying to comfort me!"
- He almost ripped the door open. He didn't care for the doctor's
orders, he just wanted to calm Laura. He went straight to Laura,
not bothering to close the door and totally ignoring Abigail
and the nurse. Laura looked at him first incredulously, then
in plain relief. He didn't know what hurt him more: the fact
that Laura still believed he could leave her or the fact that
she was still afraid of this possibility. He didn't feel inclined
to reflect about that. He took her hand and gently squeezed it.
"I'm not going to leave you, you know that, Laura!"
- Laura had been almost crying when Harry finally entered the
room, now she didn't hold the tears back. 'He was still there',
was all she could think of. Then she started to retch. It took
her some time to calm down, she could hear Harry's reassuring
voice repeating 'everything's gonna be all right' over and over
again. She looked at him closely and saw that he had had a very
rough time. She felt guilty about her accusation and tried to
apologize, but he cut her short and said, "it's okay."
- "I missed you," she finally managed. She tried
to hug him, but it was difficult with the IV in her arm.
- "I missed you too," he admitted, "I missed
holding you, the smell of your hair, the smell of your freckles..."
- She thought for a moment she had misunderstood him. She laid
back and looked at him, then she saw his wry smile. Obviously
he was pulling her leg. "Freckles don't smell," she
stated wondering what he was up to.
- "Yours do," he returned and leaned forward to kiss
her lips. "I love you," he continued.
- "I love you too." She looked up distracted from
the noise of the door closed by the nurse. When the nurse approached
them to end the visit Laura blurted out, "you have to talk
with Daniel. It's your father who was chasing us - or someone
he hired. Daniel knows all about it. You have to talk with him!"
- 'What the hell is she talking about?' Harry wondered, but
when he realized she became agitated again, he assured her saying,
"yes, I will talk with Daniel. We'll take care of everything.
I promise." This seemed to have the desired effect, Laura
looked calmer now.
- The nurse cleared her throat. "I'm sorry, but time's
- Harry laid his other hand on Laura's free one and squeezed
it gently again. "I see you tomorrow, I promise." He
let her hand go and leaned forward again to seal his promise
with a cautious kiss she also carefully reciprocated.
- After they parted she answered smiling, "I look forward
- Harry went out. After he had closed the door he leaned against
the wall and heaved a sigh of relief.
- Abigail was waiting on the other side of the corridor, not
being too pleased by the way the nurse had treated her, but after
calming down a bit she had realized that she had been the source
of Laura's agitation. She also wondered what Laura had suspected
when she had accused Harry of deserting her. Obviously there
was much more running between them than she had ever thought.
Harry! She couldn't help but think that it had sounded like a
poor excuse when she had asked them about it. Remington's second
name. Why should he use it when Remington sounded this nice?
She shook her head and approached her soon-to-be son-in-law.
"Remington, how is she? And what did she mean by saying
you'd left her?"
- Harry tried to calm himself. He wasn't prepared for a long
discussion with Abigail. "Laura seems to be all right so
far. And the other thing - to make a long story short, she has
been afraid that I could leave her like her father or Wilson
did - something I never intended to do. I don't know what I can
do to convince her that I will stay with her..." He sighed
- Abigail went to him. She felt tired, but she could see that
Harry was in worse state. She felt uncertain what to say. Laura
had always been difficult to deal with as long as she could remember,
but she had never suspected that the leaving of Laura's father
had had such an impact that it still lasted. She remembered guiltily
her reaction concerning the failure of the relationship between
Laura and Wilson. She hadn't been too understanding.
- She laid her hand on Harry's shoulder, and he looked up.
"You will find a way." She didn't know what else to
say. She hoped that she was right.
- He patted her hand. "I have to talk with Daniel. I hope
you don't mind if I leave you now."
- "Daniel? As in Daniel Chalmers? So this was the friend
you were visiting. Why didn't you tell me yesterday? Oh, sorry,
you had other things in your mind." Abigail remembered Daniel
fondly. She didn't mind that he had lied to her about his name
- was it three years ago? She had never asked what it had been
all about. She had figured out that he was an old friend of Remington.
He was undercover to uncover a murderer so he had to play his
role. It had been quite confusing. She knew that Laura wasn't
too fond of him - obviously everything had happened behind Laura's
back, and that was something that Laura never had liked. Later
they had spend some beautiful weeks on the French coast, and
they both had agreed to keep their friendship light, no budding
romance allowed. She smiled. Later they had kept light contact,
they had only written for birthdays and Christmas. She wondered
why he hadn't told her about his trip to the states.
- "Yes, the very same."
- "Do you mind if I come with you? I haven't seen him
for a while. Do you think he'd mind? I wonder why he hasn't told
me about his visit." She couldn't resist some probing.
- "I don't know, but you can accompany me. I only know
he had a very tight schedule, but after this incident everything
is in disorder. But I have to talk with him first - privately."
Harry still had to reflect about what Laura had told him. Daniel
knew his father. Since when? What was about the Duke of Rutherford?
Had he known that the Duke wasn't his father? Had he manipulated
him all the time? Slowly anger started to rise.
- To Be continued...
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