Turnabout Steele
Round Robin "Remington Steele" fanfic
Part 2

The Characters of Remington Steele and Laura Holt don't belong to me, I'm just borrowing them. This is just a bit of fun and tribute from the SteeleWatchers.
So please don't sue us!
Original content Copyright 1999 SteeleWatchers and individual authors.
Permission to reprint required.
Part 2
by Laura Wood

Maxwell and Deidre Steele Residence
9:00pm

Remington arrived at his brother's house precisely at nine. Never one to enjoy being late, he had worried that he wouldn't arrive before nine, thus leaving him to the wrath of his mother and brother. How was it that he felt his life was just fine while the rest of his family had to keep butting in? Didn't they have their own lives to worry about instead of meddling in his affairs? Besides, it was safer to not attach himself to one person. Safer and less painful, he told himself as he pressed the buzzer.

"Remington!" his sister-in-law exclaimed as she opened the door. "We were wondering if you were going to arrive this evening or not."

"Good evening, Deidre," Steele said as he leaned in to kiss her cheek. "You look positively lovely this evening. Happy Anniversary," he said, handing her a bouquet of flowers.

"White roses. You are such a dear. Come in and I'll put these in a vase."

"Thank you." Remington entered the house and gently shut the door behind him. The place was without a flake of dust, as usual. How anyone could keep a place this clean was beyond him. His bathtub alone was never without a water stain or two.

"There you are, DARLING," his mother bellowed from the family room. "Come here and give your wonderful mother a hug. It's been so long since I've seen you, dear boy," she finished as he put her arms around him. Remington obliged his mother and hugged her back, briefly.

"Mum," he greeted. "Wonderful to see you too. You look lovely. Where's Maxwell and the children?"

"He's looking for his video camera to capture the evening. Can you believe it? The man owns an electronics chain that spans three countries and he can't keep his own camera within sight," she grumbled.

"What was that, Mum?" Maxwell asked as he came out down the hall, videocamera in hand.

"Nothing dear. Remington was just wondering where you'd gone to. Elizabeth and Nigel are at their friends' houses for the evening. Now, shall we have some champagne to celebrate?," she asked, obvious cheerfulness in her voice.

Remington rolled his eyes. This was going to be a LONG night.

Drinks were poured and he toasted his brother and sister-in-law under the watchful eye of his mother.

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Bennington Arms Hotel
10:51 pm

Impersonating a frugal, snot-nossed, stuffy insurance investigator proved no match for the young woman. If all went according to plan, she would have the jewels in no time and Kessler and Neff would be none the wiser. She'd have to play it doubly safe, though. One wrong move and they'll feed me to the sharks, she thought as she tried to study the museum plans.

Still, Kessler and Neff weren't foremost on her mind. Remington Steele had taken residence in her thoughts, and she wasn't going to get him off her mind anytime soon. His piercing eyes and soft accent had warmed her to the toes.

What has gotten into me!?! I don't have time to think about him, she thought to herself. One wrong move would cause her demise and she was sure he would be that wrong move. Getting personally involved in a job was something she never did. You never knew when someone was conning the conner, and she would never trust another person with her heart or her body while on a job. In fact, she didn't relish the idea of getting close to anyone these days. A charming man here and there was fine, but anything more and she'd once again be burned.

Still, he *was* very handsome and obviously ignorant to her true motive. If there was any way... but with Kessler and Neff it was strictly out of the question. Besides, she thought as she stuffed the plans for the museum under her bed, he's a private detective. One night in bed and next thing she knew Scotland Yard would be breathing down her neck.

To Be Continued ---
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