A/N: So this is my newest story. It is almost done, as in I just have to write the epilogue, and I'm dying to know how it is received. I probably won't be able to post the next chapter soon, but I will before the end of July. Enjoy. Oh, before I forget, for those of you who don't know either Daredevil's or Steele's stories, the first couple of chapters should clear up any major questions. Those of you who already know them, you'll just have to go with the flow. The action will pick up, I assure you.

Chapter One:

"I'm looking for Remington Steele Investigations?"

Mildred Krebs, investigator-in-training and full-time secretary jumped. She'd been so absorbed in the agency's tax returns, she hadn't even heard the door open. She knew she really had to remind Ms. Holt to get a bell for that door.

"You found it," she greeted in her usually morning tone.

The man in the doorway smiled and stepped into the office. He was a tall man, Mildred noted, and clearly blind. Her developing PI skills weren't needed to tell that. The cane and glasses gave it away. His hair was a pleasant dark red, not unlike her husband's had been before he went bald, and he walked with the same kind of grace that Mildred associated with her boss. And she'd thought only Mr. Steele walked that way.

"May I please speak with Mr. Steele?" the man asked.

Mildred snapped out of her pre-introduction summations and blinked. "Mr. Steele is-"

"—Not late!" Remington Steele (AKA "Boss", AKA any name used by a famous actor in a famous movie, AKA… well, the list goes on) said, walking through the door. "Morning, Mildred. Mrs. Holt in yet?" he greeted, not even noticing the client waiting patiently by the desk.

"In her office, Boss, but there's someone here to see you." Mildred gestured to the man who was now grinning slightly at her boss.

For the first time that morning, Steele noticed him. He put down his paper and slipped into the persona Laura Holt created for him four years ago. "Remington Steele, how can we be of service?"

"Matthew Murdock, Matt," Matt put out his hand and Steele shook it. "May we go into your office?"

"Yes of course. Right this way. Um," Steele hesitated. He wasn't sure of how he was supposed to bring him into his office. Was he supposed to take his elbow or something? Luckily Matt seemed to understand because he smiled again and gestured for Steele to go ahead. Steele shrugged mentally and turned back to his office. "Please tell Ms. Holt to join us when she's ready, Mildred."

"Will do, Boss," Mildred replied, already returning to the very interesting tax receipts.

Steele shut his door and turned to Matt. "Well now, what seems to be the issue?"

Matt sat down in the seat he'd located in front of the desk and collapsed his cane as he spoke. "Well, Mr. Steele, I'm an attorney from New York here about a man who might have some very valuable information about a certain man back home."

"Oh?" Steele inquired just as the door opened and Laura Holt entered. Almost at once, Matt stood up and faced her. His manners made the tips of Laura's mouth twitch and a sharp sting of possessiveness struck Steele and he had to spend a millisecond snuffing it out. He was usually the first to stand when a woman walked into a room. "Mr. Murdock, this is my associate, Laura Holt. Ms. Holt, this is Matthew Murdock."

"Good morning, Mr. Murdock. What can we do for you?" Laura asked, circling behind the desk to stand next to Steele's chair.

"Matt, please." Matt sat back down. "As I was telling your associate, Ms. Holt, I'm here looking for a man. He went by the name Patrick Murray back east, but I think you might recognize him by another name: Daniel Chalmers."

Steele choked on the coffee Mildred had just brought in and Matt heard a subtle gasp from Laura. "What has he done?" Laura asked before Steele could get his breath back.

Matt shook his head quickly. "Nothing. You see, he was involved," he said the word in the tone that Laura recognized as meaning more than a passing acquaintance with, "with the man I've been trying to, well, bring justice to, for a long time. I think he might be the key to sending this man away for a very long time."

"But you lost him?" Steele cut in, his face no longer bright red from lack of airways.

Again, Matt smiled guiltily. "I am afraid so. Your Chalmers is a very slippery man, Mr. Steele."

"'Your'? Mr. Murdock, are you implying—"

"I'm sorry, Ms. Holt," Matt interrupted. "I thought it was obvious. I know you've had dealings with Daniel Chalmers before, Mr. Steele more than yourself. I was merely referring to that."

Once more, Steele found himself spitting up his coffee. Really, this was getting ridiculous. "How do you know that?" he sputtered. He hadn't been so shaken up in a very long time, almost as long as he'd been Remington Steele, and he'd forgotten how much he didn't like the feeling.

"Let's just say a friend of mine owes a friend a couple of favors," Matt answered cryptically. In actuality, that wasn't far from the truth. Daredevil had had to agree to being "caught" on film a couple of times in exchange for some information regarding the mysterious "Patrick Murray". Ben Urich at the Bugle was a wizard when it came to research and digging. After all, he was the only civilian who found out Matt's secret on his own.

"And so you found us," Laura confirmed.

Matt's lips twitched. "Well that and I heard you are the best investigators in L.A. So, will you help me?" Matt tried to keep the desperation out of his voice, but he was hard pressed. He was running out of alternatives. He'd chased Chalmers around the US for going on two weeks, running into more dead ends than a mouse in a maze. He was nearing the point where even the thought of putting the Kingpin behind bars didn't mean much when compared with a soft bed and the comforts of his Hell's Kitchen brownstone.

There was a long silence that was filled with a silent debate on the PIs' part. Steele was adamant that they refuse Matt's request while Laura was just as steadfast for accepting. As usual, the female of the investigating duo won.

"Yes, Mr. Murdock, we will."