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Sabrina shook her head as she began listening to the series of voice mails her parents had left for her. Her father, sounding furious as his accent became more pronounced, like it always did when he would become upset. On the other hand Mom spoke in precise and measured tones with warmth throughout. It was strange how her her parents were so in sync that they were able to play good cop/bad cop without even trying.

She wondered if they even realized that they did it. Whenever one of them would be angry with her the other would become more caring and comforting. Suddenly she remembered being 15 years old and having her mother bust into her room and asked her if she had taken the Auburn for a joyride.

"I don't have a license, how could I drive a car?" She looked at Laura with wide and innocent blue eyes, which just made her angrier.

"There's a ding on the front bumper, and someone had changed the radio to that rap station."

"It wasn't me." Sabrina turned her attention back to her magazine, but her mother snatched it from her hands.

"I don't know what is more exasperating. The fact that you would break the law and steal a car, or the fact that you are so comfortable lying about it."

From the doorway Remington cleared his throat. He nodded at Laura, signaling her to leave the room and take a break. After she was gone he sat on the edge of Sabrina's bed. "When I was 15 I actually was hot wiring cars to take for a ride. At least you had the courtesy to take something that practically belongs to you anyway."

Sabrina didn't deny his charge, she was more interested in his admission. "Dad, I can't believe you were a car thief!"

His face flushed slightly, "You can't have thought you were the first teenager to act rebellious and foolhardy. But you have to tell me, Sabrina, what did you think of the old Auburn? Isn't she a dream to drive?"

Sabrina leaned forward, making sure nobody could overhear them. "It was amazing. It felt like riding on a cloud. It was smoother than the BMW."

Remington cocked an eyebrow, "And when exactly were you driving the BMW?" She had ended up being grounded for a month.

When she walked into the offices of Remington Steele investigations Sabrina had the warm feeling of coming home. Growing up she had come to the office after school every day and taken up residence in a small office in the file room where she had her own desk and even a nameplate that matched her parents. She'd work on her homework while they handled cases, with Aunt Mildred keeping an eye on her when they had to go out. She missed Mildred. a few years ago she had married and retired from the office. They got emails and postcards all the time, but it wasn't the same as having her soothing presence.

"Sabrina!" Anna said when she walked in, "Is it true?"

"Probably not."

"I read Justin Timberlake was kissing you in the tabloids"

"I assure you, Justin Timberlake has never been anywhere near my tabloids." Sabrina pointed to the closed door of the office, "Are they here?"

"Yes. Do you want me to let them know you're here, or do you want to surprise them."

"I've busted in on my parents kissing enough times to know better than to go in there unannounced."

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Looking over the blueprints for the mansion, Remington Steele felt 30 years younger. He finally understood why Daniel had stayed in the con game even after he had enough money to comfortably retire. It wasn't about the take, but about the excitement.

"It shouldn't be too hard," Laura said, in analytical mode, "Especially not with Agent Chambers with us."

"The way you say Agent Chambers," he mocked "Should I be jealous?"

"No. Although..." Laura drew out the word so it sounded as if it had 4 syllables. "I was thinking that maybe we should try and set him up with Sabrina."

"Excuse me, who are you and what have you done with my wife?"

Laura hit his arm, playfully. "I'm serious. You should have seen the way he looked when he saw Sabrina's picture on my desk. I could tell, he was intrigued."

"She's a beautiful girl. I think she gets it from my side of the family." He leaned over to kiss her when the intercom buzzed. Their timing hadn't gotten better over the years.

"Mr. and Mrs. Steele, Sabrina is here."

"Send in the prodigal," Remington said. Laura glared at him but he ignored it. Even though he had calmed down significantly from earlier in the day, he still was on edge. He'd showered and changed into the suit that he kept at the office, and on the outside he appeared the perfect image of Icy Calm. But he knew that it wouldn't take long for Sabrina to melt the facade. "You're going to have to be good cop," he told his wife.

"You're so much better at it," she complained, but the door opened before he could respond. Sabrina breezed in and started talking immediately.

"There is no tape. It's just a rumor. And, in the future, I'd appreciate it if you'd get your information on my life from me, and not from TMZ."

Laura couldn't help herself, "If we didn't go to TMZ we'd never know what was going on with you."

Sabrina rolled her eyes. "Really, maternal guilt. Is that what we're going to do?" She looked at the way they were hovering over blueprints on the desk. "What are you guys working on?"

"Nothing," Remington said, while Laura said. "A case."

"It's a case," he clarified, "But it's nothing that would interest you. Security. Boring stuff really. Not even sure why we took the damned thing."

"Uh huh," Sabrina nodded, not believing a word he said. There had been a time that she had thought that one day she'd be working at the agency with her parents, but her father had made it clear that wouldn't happen. Whenever she expressed any interest in their work he would start on a rambling speech about how boring it was, and tried to change the topic. Just like he was doing now.

"So," he said, putting an arm around his daughter's shoulder, "What has my little cover girl been doing today?"

"The usual. But it's nothing that would interest you. Modeling. Boring stuff really. Not even sure why I took the damned job." she mimicked him perfectly, right down to the accent, and Laura chuckled behind them. Even with all the tension it was natural for the Steele family to fall into familiar patterns of banter. Although it was also that type of banter that made them more likely to crack a joke than to really discuss a problem, and it worried Laura. While she could pull herself into serious mode from time to time it seemed that Remington and Sabrina were stuck communicating through one liners and sarcastic comments.

"So," Laura asked, "Did you just come here to update us on your rumor mill, or will you be able to come to dinner?"

Remington shook his head. The burglary was planned for that night, right after dinner with Agent Chambers. He didn't understand why Laura would be inviting Sabrina along. Realization came over him and he couldn't hide his smile.

"I can't come to dinner," Sabrina said, "I have to work tonight. Actually, I don't really even have time to hang around here. I just wanted to come by before you overloaded my voice mail." She leaned over and gave Remington a kiss on the cheek.

"You should come by for breakfast tomorrow," he said. "That is, if you are out of bed that early."

"You know me Daddy, I don't even go to be until 10 AM." Giving her mother a quick hug she left, leaving her parents staring at each other.

"Dinner? Really, Laura, you are serious about playing matchmaker!"

"I just think that her and Agent Chambers would hit it off."

"You must either really like the man or really hate him. I can think of few fates worse than being in love with Sabrina Steele." He crossed back to the desk and leaned close to his wife.

"She is a heart breaker," Laura said before kissing him, "She must get that from my side of the family."