Also, I'd like to note that I do not own "Remington Steele" or the characters and I will NOT be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only.
(This story is my sequel story to "Steele the Best.)
~*~My Heart You Steele : Chapter One~*~
"Darling!" Remington called out, coming through the front door of the loft.
"Hi," Laura said, lounging on the couch with her cat upon her stomach. "Where have you been?"
"I went to pick you up a present," Remington replied, sitting down at the foot of the couch. "Happy birthday, darling."
Remington handed Laura the gift wrapped in gold foil. Quickly Laura opened the package. Tears filled her eyes when she opened the box to reveal a ceramic kitten nestled in white tissue paper. It's large green eyes glowed up at her.
"Ohhh, it's so darling!" Laura whispered as she was hugging Remington. "You've been so tender lately. You don't know what it meant to me when you agreed we could move back into my old loft."
"I know how much this place means to you, Laura. I couldn't take it from you," Remington stated, tenderly pushing her hair back from her cheek.
Laura quickly wiped away the tears. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "You've just made me so emotional lately."
"Wedded domesticity, eh?" Remington chuckled.
Laura giggled softly. "Or perhaps it's your lovemaking," Laura said with a smirk.
"Sex appeal, eh?" he responded with a grin. "And I thought it was my cooking."
"That helps, too," Laura stated, reaching up to softly brush her lips against his.
The phone began ringing persistantly. "I'll get it, darling," Remington offered, pulling back from her embrace and going over to pick up the receiver.
"Mr. Steele!" Mildred's voice cried out. "There is a man here in the office who insists he must see you!"
"He'll have to wait until tomorrow," refused Remington. "Laura and I have taken the day off for her birthday."
"But, Boss, he insists! Please come down here and get rid of him!" Mildred pleaded.
"Ohhh, alright," Remington gave in reluctantly. "I'll be down in a few minutes."
"Thanks, Boss," Mildred said in relief.
After replacing the receiver on it's hook, Remington explained the situation to Laura. "That was Mildred on the phone. She's having trouble with a client down at the office. I'm going down there and check it out."
"Please don't take too long," Laura responded, coming over to stand next to him and give him a kiss.
"Don't worry, darling. I'll be home soon, so we can get ready to go out dancing," Remington promised, kissing her soundly before leaving.
~*~o~*~
"Would you mind getting off my desk?" Mildred demanded of the man.
The strange little man sat on the center of Mildred's desktop. His head was down; he sat Indian-style; and his arms were straight out in front of his body with the palms facing up. "I'm mediatating," the man said, ignoring Mildred's order.
"I don't care WHAT you're doing! Get off my desk!" Mildred screamed.
Just then, Remington came striding in. "What's going on in here?" he asked, seeing two girls in grass skirts dancing around Mildred's desk while the strange little man sat atop of it.
"Get these wackos out of here, Boss!" Mildred pleaded as she went to stand behind Mr. Steele.
"Alright, little guy," Remington demanded of the man on top of the desk. "What are you doing in my office harassing my secretary?"
"My jewels have been stolen!" the man yelled. "I want my jewels!"
"I'm sorry, but I can't help you today. Come back tomorrow," Remington stated.
"No, you must find them TODAY!" the little man protested.
"I can't. Today's my wife's birthday, and I'm taking her dancing. Now, will you please leave?" Remington insisted, pointing toward the door.
"Not until you find my jewels!" the strange little man said definantly.
"Either leave this office or I'll be forced into violence," Remington warned in a cutting tone.
The little man burst into tears. "Please find my jewels, Mr. Steele," he sobbed. "They are my life!"
"Believe me," Remington said with a heavy sigh. "I would really like to help you, but not today. I have other obligations."
The man suddenly snapped his fingers, jumped down off the desk, and left the office with the two girls following. "You haven't seen the end of me, Mr. Steele," he claimed before he walked out.
"Ohhh, thank you, Boss!" Mildred exclaimed after the man had left. "You were SO great! You really told that guy!"
"Well, Mildred, you just have to have the touch," Remington said with his most charming smile.
~*~o~*~
"Darling, I'm back!" Remington called out as he came walking through the door.
"I'm up here!" Laura quickly yelled back from the loft bedroom where she was changing into her new sexy blue dress.
Swiftly Remington ran up the stairs. Laura stood in front of the full-length mirror. "Let me help you, love," he offered, as he helped her tie the sash in the back. "That looks 'bueno.'"
Laura let out a little giggle. "Another reminder of our honeymoon in Mexico?"
"Si, darling," he responded. "No comment."
"Will you ask the band to play our song?" Laura questioned as she turned around to look into his dazzling blue eyes.
"You can count on it," he assured her, tenderly taking her lips in a long, affectionate kiss.