Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Remington Steele (wish I did!)

Author Notes: A/U where Bonds of Steele and Season 5 never occurred, this is a sequel to my first "Remington Steele" story, "A Christmas Steele". I recommend reading it first before reading this one. Reviews are appreciated, and thank you in advance for reading.

After being together without really being together for four years, Laura Holt and the man known to the world as Remington Steele didn't want to wait any longer than necessary to get married. They had just had a very emotional Christmas where Steele found out that his mentor, Daniel Chalmers, was actually his father, and then lost him only hours later. But even more importantly, he and Laura found the courage to express their love for each other, and they were engaged to be married. After a celebratory late-night dinner at Chez Ruiz, Steele drove Laura home. He asked her to come over to his place the next day for lunch, and they could talk some more. When he returned to his apartment, he looked around, remembering how it looked in his vision of Christmas Yet To Come, and thanked whomever was responsible for sending the spirits to his dreams that saved him from that lonely fate.

After taking Laura back to her loft, he returned to his apartment. He crawled into his bed, tired after the long flight home from England, and amazed at how quickly his life had changed in just a week's time. On Christmas Eve, he had come home planning on spending another quiet Christmas Eve home alone, and instead he found himself flying off to England, dragging Laura with him, just in time to be there for Daniel's death. Somehow he had a prophetic dream that had changed his life. The things he saw that were going to happen did happen, and the worst one he was able to avoid by taking Laura away with him to England so she wasn't killed in a car accident. The emotions of the week had been enough for them both to finally be able to admit their feelings for each other, and right now, his mother's wedding band rested on her ring finger and served as an engagement ring. He knew Mildred would be thrilled at this development, and as he drifted off to sleep, he looked forward to a happy future with Laura at his side.

Laura and Steele both slept in the next morning, catching up on their sleep after flying from England to Los Angeles. Promptly at noon, Laura rang the buzzer at the Rossmore apartment, and Steele opened the door. He was dressed casually for him in a pair of jeans and a button up shirt, left partially open at the neck, and the smells of one of his gourmet meals wafted out of the kitchen. Laura grinned and stopped in front of him and raised up on her tiptoes to give him a peck of a kiss on the lips. She had dressed casually in jeans and a sweater, and still wore his mother's necklace. He shut the door behind her and followed her into the dining room, where a pan of lasagna waited to be served. "I hope Italian is all right with you?" She nodded, "I'm starving." He served two portions from the pan and offered her the plate of garlic bread. He had arranged the seats next to each other at one end of the table rather than across from each other as they normally did when eating together. He wanted to be close to her today more than anything. He was worried that the morning after their confessions, Laura's rational side might have risen up and she'd change her mind about marrying him.

After a few bites of the lasagna and praise for his cooking, she set the fork down, "I think we should get married as soon as possible, what do you think about a St. Patrick's Day wedding with an Irish theme?" He blinked in surprise. *Not only was she not changing her mind, she was ready to move full steam ahead?* He frowned, "Don't you want a fancy wedding with all the trimmings?" She laughed, "Well my mother probably wants that for me, but it's our wedding, and we can stand up to her if we put our heads together. I will go with a white dress but I was thinking a soft green dress for the bridesmaids and maybe a bouquet that includes shamrocks." His eyebrows raised, "Laura, why the sudden interest in Ireland?" She glanced at him and her eyebrow went up and she smiled, "Well, to honor the heritage of my husband-to-be, of course." At this his jaw dropped. She laughed, "Now, I'm not thinking green, white and orange like the Irish flag or having anyone dressed up as a leprechaun, but I think we can use some Irish themes. When I come down the aisle, I want to use the chorus of "When Irish Eyes are Smiling." Steele would have choked if he had a bite in his mouth at this. "That's the song from the pocketwatch." Laura nodded, "That watch is a part of your heritage as well, and I think the words to the chorus would be very appropriate for us." She began to sing softly,

When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.

Steele grinned, seeing her point, and nodding, "All right, do you want a small wedding or a large affair?" She took a bite of her lunch and chewed it while she thought, "Mother will want a large affair, but I think I'd prefer something smaller, just close friends and family. Danny can be the ring bearer and Laurie Beth the flower girl. Mildred will be my matron of honor and Frances and Mindy my bridesmaids." She looked at him expectantly and he smiled, "That leaves Monroe to be my best man since Daniel..." His face fell at the reminder that his mentor and father wouldn't be there to see them get married. She laid a hand over his, "He'll be there in spirit, Remington." He smiled, "I could really get used to hearing you call me that." She smiled back, "I could really get used to saying it, although it'll be Mr. Steele when we're in the office." She tried to make a serious face, but his lopsided grin caused her to laugh and ruin the effect. They spent the rest of the afternoon planning out their wedding. They only had two and a half months to make all of the arrangements, but Laura felt confident that once they brought Mildred in on the plan, everything would come together perfectly.

Which is of course exactly what it did. They arranged to get married at the small church Laura had attended as a child in the afternoon, and have the reception at a nearby hall. Laura's mother kept trying to direct the wedding towards her version, but Laura, Mildred, and Remington combined forces to keep it a small, private affair and in keeping with their theme. Her bouquet was a collection of lilies, and the headpiece of her veil was covered with a chain of shamrocks. They found the softest emerald green they could find for the bridesmaid dresses, and dark green ties and cumberbunds for the men to compliment them. As Laura wished, she walked down the aisle to the chorus of "When Irish Eyes are Smiling" and they exchanged their simple vows with Mildred and Monroe standing behind them to act as witnesses. They had decided on a family-only wedding, with many more invited to attend the reception. The wedding announcement would be in the paper the next day, wanting to limit the opportunity for anyone to disrupt the wedding of the famous detective Remington Steele. They even had Detective Jarvis have some men check out the hall before the reception was scheduled to start - just in case.

They slipped the matching rings on each other's fingers and the priest said, "You may now kiss the bride." Grinning at each other, he bent down and gave her a passionate kiss and the crowd began to clap. Mildred and Abigail both wiped at their eyes with tissues, and Laurie Beth tugged at Remington's leg. He broke off the kiss and knelt down to her level, "Yes, Laurie Beth?" She said softly, "Now you're Uncle Remington, aren't you?" He nodded and she said, "I'm glad!' and threw herself into his arms for a hug. He looked up at Laura with a bit of a helpless look, and she just grinned. "Get used to it, Uncle Remington, you're officially part of the family now!" Fred had the limosine outside to take the couple to the reception, and everyone else had their cars nearby to follow them. They climbed into the limo and told Fred to head to the hall. They held hands looking down at their matching rings and at each other in surprise, almost unable to believe they had really done it. They kissed several times and embraced. Remington said softly, "I can't wait until I get you all to myself tonight." Laura shivered at the husky timber of his voice. Remington had asked her to allow him to arrange the honeymoon as a surprise, so she had no idea what to expect or what to pack. Remington had Francis pack her bags for her and they were in the trunk of the limo for when they left the party later that evening.

It was an incredible party. Many city leaders and past clients stopped by to give their best wishes to the new couple, including the new Abbot of St. Costello, who brought along a case of magnificent wine as a gift. After the traditional cutting of the cake and first dance, Remington pulled Laura off to the side. "Mildred will handle wrapping things up here and getting the gifts back to your place. Your travelling clothes are waiting in a room over there, change and meet me out back in 10 minutes." She nodded and headed for her dressing room. Frances had laid out a pair of jeans and button up shirt, no hints there about what their honeymoon destination would be, although she was a little surprised as being dressed so casually. She carefully hung up her wedding dress and left it for Frances to take back to her loft for her. After sliding on her sneakers, she made her way out the back and found Remington waiting for her next to the limo. He was dressed in black jeans and a black turtleneck, looking almost like he was getting ready to pull one of his jewel heists or art thefts. She frowned, not getting any clue about their destination from his clothing either. He grinned at her and opened the back door of the limo. "Are you ready for your surprise, Mrs. Steele?"

She froze for just a moment at being called Mrs. Steele; it sounded so different. Then she grinned, determined not to let her old fears haunt her on her most special of days, "Absolutely Mr. Steele." She allowed him to help her into the back of the limo and he followed her. "You know where to go, Fred." The driver nodded, and closed the privacy screen between the front and back of the limo. Steele grinned at Fred's thoughtfulness, and although he was tempted, he wanted their first time to be in the honeymoon suite he had booked down in San Francisco, where they were going to finish that romantic trip that hadn't worked out quite right. He reached for the bottle of champagne in the refrigerator, but when he opened the door, white gas started pouring out of the fridge. He tried to push the door closed again as he held his breath, but it seemed to be locked into the open position. Laura tried to push open the car door, but found it was locked. In a matter of moments, both Laura and Steele slumped in the seat, unconscious. Once they were out, the limo windows opened, allowing the gas to escape. When the limo stopped at a red light, the privacy screen slid back, and the driver turned around, removing a gas mask. A girlish face peeked out from under the chauffeur's cap. "I know exactly where to go, Mr. Steele," Minor Descoine said, "But I imagine it's not the place you are expecting." She began to giggle and closed the privacy screen before closing the rear windows and driving off into the night.

To Be Continued...