CHAPTER ONE
Mrs. Peel rolled over in her bed. She heard a loud crash. "What the?" She mumbled to herself. Mrs. Peel was a slender auburn haired beauty, and was still dressed in a pale yellow party dress. Her matching heels were at the end of the bed, and her jewelry was strewn on her dresser. Straining her neck, she looked at the alarm clock beside her bed. It was only 6:30, and Mrs. Peel hadn't gotten in until 2 that morning. She had had a great night. Partying had been fun. If only Steed had been able to attend. Now she knew why he had refused.
Just then the door to her bedroom opened and Steed popped his head in. He was grinning broadly.
"Good morning Mrs. Peel. Have a lovely time last night?"
"Steed, do you know what time it is?"
"Tut, tut Mrs. Peel. You should be more friendly. Especially to people who make you breakfast in bed."
Steed came through the door. He was dressed spectacularly as usual, with a gray three-piece suit on, and in his hands was a tray complete with a red rose, freshly squeezed orange juice, and hot bacon.
"You really didn't have to Steed."
"Nonsense, of course I did," Steed charmingly replied. "You've got to have your strength for today."
"Oh no Steed. Don't tell me we have…"
"We have another case," Steed replied, a little too cheerfully.
"Couldn't you have let me sleep in? Do you know what time I was up until last ni--this morning?"
"I imagine it was very late indeed. But the Ministry needs us, and so we must go. I'll leave you alone to finish your breakfast and pack."
"Why Steed?" Mrs. Peel inquired. "Where are we going?"
"To the small town of Winsington, forty miles away. Now, you'd better hurry Mrs. Peel, we leave in an hour, and we'll be there for a week."
At this, Steed jumped up from where he'd been sitting, on the edge of Mrs. Peel's bed. He walked to the door, opened it, looked back, and winked? There was something wrong with Steed.
"Now, something is up with Steed," Mrs. Peel thought to herself. "I've never known him to actually cook, and when did he start winking? Maybe…nah, I'm just imagining it."
CHAPTER TWO
The dark green Bentley raced through the winding country roads. It was about 7:30 am, and the sun was shining brightly. It was a beautiful day.
"All right Steed," Mrs. Peel said, turning off the radio, "tell me about this case. What's been going on?"
"What case?" Steed replied, flirtingly.
"Steed," Mrs. Peel demanded, "if there isn't a case, then why the…why are you taking me to Winsington?"
"You'll find out when we get there." Steed replied flippantly. "I promise you, you'll love it."
"I hate surprises," Mrs. Peel grumpily muttered, sliding lower in her seat, and crossing her arms. "I could have used a little forewarning if it was just going to be a surprise, Steed."
Steed didn't answer. He just grinned even more broadly. Then he reached over and turned up the radio.
"Fine Steed, don't tell me what we're doing," Mrs. Peel thought, annoyed. "I'll find out sooner or later, with or without your help."
CHAPTER THREE
It was midmorning when Steed pulled over to the side of the road, beside an old petrol station. Mrs. Peel had fallen asleep and was jolted awake when the car stopped.
"Steed, where in the world do you think you're going?" Mrs. Peel asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
"Just have to get something, be right back." And at that, Steed jumped out of the car, and jogged up the steps into the small store. Mumbling to herself about unneeded stops, Mrs. Peel drifted back to sleep, when she awoke again, she had quite a fright. There was a man dressed all in black, with a rubber mask on driving the car! Mrs. Peel tried to move, to jump out of the car, but discovered that while she had been asleep, she had been bound and gagged. Her movement caught the man's eye.
"Now, now Mrs. Peel, settle down. You're not going anywhere, and if you try anything, I'll have to stick you in the bonnet."
Mrs. Peel stopped moving. "Might as well be comfortable," she thought to herself.
The man drove for almost another hour.
"We're almost there Mrs. Peel," the man said, "I'll have to be putting you to sleep now." At these words he pulled over to the side of the road, and got out a handkerchief, and doused it with something, Mrs. Peel was almost sure it was chloroform. He pressed it up against her nose. She began to struggle.
"Strange," she thought, "That voice seems familiar. I noticed it before, but…" Mrs. Peel had passed out.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Mrs. Peel awoke, she noticed that she was tied to a table. She rolled her eyes, and looked around. The masked man was sitting to her left, in a red leather chair, asleep. This was wonderful! Mrs. Peel smiled that mysterious smile of hers, and began plotting how to escape. First, she decided to test her bonds. The madman hadn't really tied them tightly at all! Wonderful! Slowly, and silently, Mrs. Peel wriggled out of the bonds. She took the ropes, and quickly tied the masked man to the chair. Not a moment too soon, either! Just as she had finished her last knot, the man awoke. Seeing the empty table, he tried to jump up, but the ropes stopped him.
"Thought you could just kidnap me and fall asleep, did you?" Mrs. Peel asked the man.
"That's not what I had in mind at all!" The man began angrily, perhaps angry at being bested by her.
"Really," Mrs. Peel was not convinced. "If that's true, what were you going to do?" She thought to herself, "I have to keep him talking, so I can figure out who he is."
The man shook his head, seeing her scheme.
"You won't talk then?" He shook his head. "Afraid I'll figure out who you are?" A head shake this time. "Well I'm sorry, but," and at this Mrs. Peel reached over and pulled off his mask. A very familiar face looked up at her. "Steed!"
"Mrs. Peel, it's all perfectly explainable," Steed began.
"Steed, I don't want to know why you did this, but I'm going to untie you."
Just as she began to untie him, the door behind her opened slowly. A man in a clown mask jumped out, and before Mrs. Peel could react, gave her a swift karate chop to the neck. She dropped unconscious to the ground.
"Hey boss," Steed began, "She called me Steed. Who's that?"
The man sighed, "If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times. Steed is her partner. Steed is the man that I have to blame for giving me the bullet in my abdomen. You look just like him." The man untied the Steed lookalike.
"Well, all I can say is, it's a good thing that I knew her name."
"It's a good thing that I made you practice Steed's voice and mannerisms for three months!" The man sounded indignant. "Now, tie her up again. We must get everything ready for 'The Destruction of Mrs. Emma Peel, and John Steed, Part II.'" He laughed maniacally, and began coughing horridly.
More soon ( I promise!
Mrs. Peel rolled over in her bed. She heard a loud crash. "What the?" She mumbled to herself. Mrs. Peel was a slender auburn haired beauty, and was still dressed in a pale yellow party dress. Her matching heels were at the end of the bed, and her jewelry was strewn on her dresser. Straining her neck, she looked at the alarm clock beside her bed. It was only 6:30, and Mrs. Peel hadn't gotten in until 2 that morning. She had had a great night. Partying had been fun. If only Steed had been able to attend. Now she knew why he had refused.
Just then the door to her bedroom opened and Steed popped his head in. He was grinning broadly.
"Good morning Mrs. Peel. Have a lovely time last night?"
"Steed, do you know what time it is?"
"Tut, tut Mrs. Peel. You should be more friendly. Especially to people who make you breakfast in bed."
Steed came through the door. He was dressed spectacularly as usual, with a gray three-piece suit on, and in his hands was a tray complete with a red rose, freshly squeezed orange juice, and hot bacon.
"You really didn't have to Steed."
"Nonsense, of course I did," Steed charmingly replied. "You've got to have your strength for today."
"Oh no Steed. Don't tell me we have…"
"We have another case," Steed replied, a little too cheerfully.
"Couldn't you have let me sleep in? Do you know what time I was up until last ni--this morning?"
"I imagine it was very late indeed. But the Ministry needs us, and so we must go. I'll leave you alone to finish your breakfast and pack."
"Why Steed?" Mrs. Peel inquired. "Where are we going?"
"To the small town of Winsington, forty miles away. Now, you'd better hurry Mrs. Peel, we leave in an hour, and we'll be there for a week."
At this, Steed jumped up from where he'd been sitting, on the edge of Mrs. Peel's bed. He walked to the door, opened it, looked back, and winked? There was something wrong with Steed.
"Now, something is up with Steed," Mrs. Peel thought to herself. "I've never known him to actually cook, and when did he start winking? Maybe…nah, I'm just imagining it."
CHAPTER TWO
The dark green Bentley raced through the winding country roads. It was about 7:30 am, and the sun was shining brightly. It was a beautiful day.
"All right Steed," Mrs. Peel said, turning off the radio, "tell me about this case. What's been going on?"
"What case?" Steed replied, flirtingly.
"Steed," Mrs. Peel demanded, "if there isn't a case, then why the…why are you taking me to Winsington?"
"You'll find out when we get there." Steed replied flippantly. "I promise you, you'll love it."
"I hate surprises," Mrs. Peel grumpily muttered, sliding lower in her seat, and crossing her arms. "I could have used a little forewarning if it was just going to be a surprise, Steed."
Steed didn't answer. He just grinned even more broadly. Then he reached over and turned up the radio.
"Fine Steed, don't tell me what we're doing," Mrs. Peel thought, annoyed. "I'll find out sooner or later, with or without your help."
CHAPTER THREE
It was midmorning when Steed pulled over to the side of the road, beside an old petrol station. Mrs. Peel had fallen asleep and was jolted awake when the car stopped.
"Steed, where in the world do you think you're going?" Mrs. Peel asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
"Just have to get something, be right back." And at that, Steed jumped out of the car, and jogged up the steps into the small store. Mumbling to herself about unneeded stops, Mrs. Peel drifted back to sleep, when she awoke again, she had quite a fright. There was a man dressed all in black, with a rubber mask on driving the car! Mrs. Peel tried to move, to jump out of the car, but discovered that while she had been asleep, she had been bound and gagged. Her movement caught the man's eye.
"Now, now Mrs. Peel, settle down. You're not going anywhere, and if you try anything, I'll have to stick you in the bonnet."
Mrs. Peel stopped moving. "Might as well be comfortable," she thought to herself.
The man drove for almost another hour.
"We're almost there Mrs. Peel," the man said, "I'll have to be putting you to sleep now." At these words he pulled over to the side of the road, and got out a handkerchief, and doused it with something, Mrs. Peel was almost sure it was chloroform. He pressed it up against her nose. She began to struggle.
"Strange," she thought, "That voice seems familiar. I noticed it before, but…" Mrs. Peel had passed out.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Mrs. Peel awoke, she noticed that she was tied to a table. She rolled her eyes, and looked around. The masked man was sitting to her left, in a red leather chair, asleep. This was wonderful! Mrs. Peel smiled that mysterious smile of hers, and began plotting how to escape. First, she decided to test her bonds. The madman hadn't really tied them tightly at all! Wonderful! Slowly, and silently, Mrs. Peel wriggled out of the bonds. She took the ropes, and quickly tied the masked man to the chair. Not a moment too soon, either! Just as she had finished her last knot, the man awoke. Seeing the empty table, he tried to jump up, but the ropes stopped him.
"Thought you could just kidnap me and fall asleep, did you?" Mrs. Peel asked the man.
"That's not what I had in mind at all!" The man began angrily, perhaps angry at being bested by her.
"Really," Mrs. Peel was not convinced. "If that's true, what were you going to do?" She thought to herself, "I have to keep him talking, so I can figure out who he is."
The man shook his head, seeing her scheme.
"You won't talk then?" He shook his head. "Afraid I'll figure out who you are?" A head shake this time. "Well I'm sorry, but," and at this Mrs. Peel reached over and pulled off his mask. A very familiar face looked up at her. "Steed!"
"Mrs. Peel, it's all perfectly explainable," Steed began.
"Steed, I don't want to know why you did this, but I'm going to untie you."
Just as she began to untie him, the door behind her opened slowly. A man in a clown mask jumped out, and before Mrs. Peel could react, gave her a swift karate chop to the neck. She dropped unconscious to the ground.
"Hey boss," Steed began, "She called me Steed. Who's that?"
The man sighed, "If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times. Steed is her partner. Steed is the man that I have to blame for giving me the bullet in my abdomen. You look just like him." The man untied the Steed lookalike.
"Well, all I can say is, it's a good thing that I knew her name."
"It's a good thing that I made you practice Steed's voice and mannerisms for three months!" The man sounded indignant. "Now, tie her up again. We must get everything ready for 'The Destruction of Mrs. Emma Peel, and John Steed, Part II.'" He laughed maniacally, and began coughing horridly.
More soon ( I promise!