- Steele Sweet on You
- A season two story - have no rights to the characters,
just want the stories to continue
- "Remington? Donald Piper here!"
- Steele smiled warmly at hearing Laura's brother in law on
- "Ah, Donald! How are you?" Steele replied cheerfully.
The two men had enjoyed spending a few days together when Frances
had followed Donald to LA for the convention where he had delivered
a key note address.
- "Terrific, Remington, just terrific. Frances and I really
enjoyed our visit to Los Angeles ," Donald assured Steele,
"And it was such a pleasure to finally meet the great Remington
- "Well, I don't know about that Donald - at least the
'great' part. The myth about Remington Steele is mainly just
that - more hype than reality." Steele countered modestly.
"The Holt women are truly the women behind the men, wouldn't
you agree Donald?"
- "I'm with you there! I don't know what I'd do without
Frannie, the way she manages our life together - the kids, the
house, well, you know." Donald's voice grew thick with emotion.
- "More your area than mine, I'm afraid, but you and Frances
certainly seem to have something special," Steele agreed,
feeling somehow oddly envious of something he had never contemplated
- "And Laura!" Donald collected himself and charged
on, "She's something really special. Brightest girl in her
class! Full scholarship to Stanford. Frances was always going
on about her baby sister! A little envious I think of everything
- Steele had no difficulty appreciating Donald's enthusiastic
description of Laura, a smile spreading across his face as he
answered Piper. "Quite the whiz our Miss Holt, eh? I'm certainly
glad she's part of my team. All that brain power and so beautifully
- "Well, yes! You couldn't miss that, could you!?"
Donald ventured tentatively on. "Remington - about Laura.
I have a little problem I'd rather Laura wasn't brought in on."
- "Oh? You mean a different problem than having your partner
and hygienist involved in an extra marital affair, a patient
kill them and attempt to kill you to somehow stop the carefully
crafted amalgamate impression of his teeth from revealing him
to be a murderer and thief?" Steele said, unable to resist
a little Grouch Marx impression. complete with imaginary cigar
motions, as he tackled this recitation.
- "When you put it like that, this is more like a situation,"
Donald said. "Listen. When Frances came out to find me she
was concerned I was having an affair."
- "Yes, how relieved she and Laura both were to find that
not to be the case." Remington interjected dryly.
- "Well, Frances was determined to save our marriage.
To pull out all the stops in her effort to win me back from Cookie's
arms." Donald cleared his throat. "She brought with
her some particularly attractive lingerie."
- "An admirable woman." Steele felt distinctly uncomfortable
with this information in direct proportion to Donald's clear
discomfort in relaying it.
- "And a book."
- Silence followed. It was who Steele finally broke the silence.
- "A book. A book which described various positions in
which one might....Ah..." words failed Donald altogether
at this point.
- "AAHHH," Steele said, understanding dawning. "And
did this material work well for the two of you?
- "Very well, thank you," Donald assured Steele.
"However, in the flurry of packing we seem to have left
this book in Laura's loft."
- "Laura's loft?" Steele was beginning to understand
- "Remington - Frances knows Laura is a grown woman, not
without her own experiences, but there are some things Frances
just isn't comfortable discussing with her."
- At the thought of Laura's 'own experiences' Steele sobered.
"Of course. Those are intensely personal experiences."
- "Exactly. I knew you'd understand. Steele, would you
consider entering Laura's loft, in your capacity as detective,
to find this book before Laura does? Frances and I would be more
than willing to pay you your usual fee for your time and trouble"
Donald's words tumbled out faster and faster toward the end of
- "Donald, believe me, I would happily do anything for
a member of Laura's family - at no cost - but really, you don't
think we are in the habit of breaking and entering as part of
our normal operations?"
- "Steele, I'm a desperate man," Piper begged with
a hint of panic in his voice. "Frances is beside herself.
There's no reasoning with her. Please, help."
- Steele wrestled briefly with a request to enter Laura's bedroom,
a place where he had often contemplated spending time, engaged
in romantic pursuits. "Donald, you and Frances left LA almost
three days ago. Surely you realize that had there been anything
out of place in her loft the intrepid detective Laura found it
within hours of your departure.."
- Donald sighed. "I suppose you're right Remington. Oh
well. A little embarrassment. Perhaps I can take Frances out
to dinner tonight and smooth things over with a glass or two
- "That's the ticket, Donald. You'll see. When Frances
next calls she and Laura will laugh about the whole thing."
- "I hope you're right." Donald cleared his throat.
"O.K.. There's one more thing Steele."
- "What's that, Donald?"
- There was a pause before Piper continued. "You've met
Abigail Holt, haven't you?"
- "Indeed I have. Lovely woman. Self assured, cares deeply
about her daughters," Steele said, feeling the need to be
politic about someone he knew best as a source of anxiety for
- "Yes. And from what I can tell by years of observation,
while Frances lives up to all of Abigail's expectations, Laura
must be more like the girls' father; a little less bound by convention."
- "Do you actually know Laura's father?" Steele asked,
curious about the man who loved circuses.
- "Met him once or twice - he already had one foot out
the door by that time. Don't really have much of an impression
of him. Frannie was always her mother's daughter. But Laura....it's
almost as if she tries to do exactly the opposite of what Abigail
wants her to."
- "Daddy's girl. Rather figured that." Steele waited
for Donald to go on.
- "LIsten, Laura works for you. She's the greatest - you
know that already. Frances just worries about her. If she takes
more risks than you're comfortable with, plays by her own rules..."
Donald sounded a little sheepish at delivering this message.
"Frances just hopes you'll cut her a little slack."
- "Donald, I value Laura for that very independence. Believe
me. Frances needn't worry." A smile twitched about the edges
of Steele's lips at the thought of HIM forgiving Laura for being
adventurous. Why, were it not for Laura's risk taking, there
would be no Remington Steele!
- "Thanks, Remington! Oh, and I'd really appreciate your
NOT mentioning anything about our concerns to Laura," Piper
cautioned Steele. "I guarantee she wouldn't want either
Frances or me trying to shelter her - not that she in any way
needs us to, but..."
- "You care. She's fortunate to have a brother in law
like you Donald, as well as a sister who worries. Put your minds
at ease." At the sound of Laura's quick rap on the connecting
office door, Steele stood and faced that door. "Believe
me, I owe more to Laura for all she's done for me than I can
ever possibly repay."
- Laura opened the door and leaned in, as Piper finished his
conversation with Steele. "Remington, once again, it was
great to meet you. Hope we'll see you again soon. Why don't you
come out this way for a visit some time?"
- "Love to. It was a pleasure meeting you too. Bye now."
Steele returned the phone to its cradle as Laura approached,
file in hand.
- "Who was that?" she asked, a quizzical expression
on her face.
- "That was... Donald actually. Just calling to thank
Remington Steele for his assistance. Invited me to come visit
in Connecticut," Steele challenged, pulling Laura as close
as was possible with the file held between them in her hands.
- "Really! My sister's Donald? Just when do you propose
making that trip, Mr. Steele?" Laura asked, her concern
at the implications of Steele spending any more time visiting
with her family evident in the pucker of her brow.
- "Only when the time is right, Miss Holt," Steele
assured, taking the file from Laura's hands and setting it on
his spotlessly clear desk. Steele tipped Laura's face up with
the gentle stroke of his hand under her jaw, leaning in to lightly
kiss her parted lips before asking "Read any good books
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