A/N here y'all go, enjoy. I feel as if Laura and especially Mildred are a little off, but eh. It still works, dunnit? thanks to garretelliot for beta'ing it!

"Arrgh! Where is he?" Laura Holt barged through her office with a credit card bill in hand. "Two hundred and fifty dollars for LUNCH." She stormed into the one door to find it empty. "Mildred, where is he?"

Mildred tried to look as if she didn't know, but Laura saw right through the act. "Mildred, are you going to tell me or aren't you?"

"Mr. Steele said that he's going away to visit an old friend and that he'll be back by the end of the week." Laura's eyes narrowed, not at the receptionist and friend, but at the thought of the way that he had dissapeaered.

"Did he say where this old friend was, or who it was?" Mildred shook her head.

"No Miss Holt, the man who called said he was Sam Bisbee." Laura rolled her eyes.

"No idea where he's going whatsoever?" Mildred melted under her bosses' glare.

"He told me not to tell you." Laura wanted nothing more than to rip the man to shreds at the moment.

"Where did he go Mildred?"

"Boston." The blonde woman said, and that just seemed to make Laura more mad than she was before.

"Boston?" She exclaimed and Mildred merely nodded.

"Would you like me to get a plane ticket for you Miss Holt?" She asked and Laura nodded, storming back out to pack and think of various painful ways to kill the man that had become her boss.

She hated him when he did things like this, running across the country to help one of his shady friends from his past. She had no clue who this man was and what illegal activities he was going to wind up involved with in helping him. Odds are that something illegal was going to happen and hopefully like every time before, that he would weasel his way out of it, but there were so many chances one could take.

She hated the waiting, both at the airport and on the plane. All she could think of was ways that she was going to physically harm him once she found him in Boston. She had called ahead to find out that there was in fact, a Remington Steele staying at the Mariott and it didn't take her long to book the connecting room to him, ready to barge in and scream at him.

The look on his face when she finally caught up to him in the lobby of the hotel stopped her, just a bit though. "What the hell are you doing here?" She asked him and he looked her over.

"One could say the same for you." He replied, holding the door to the hotel open for her and helping her with her bag.

"I'm here because you run up a three thousand dollar credit card bill and run off again."

"Laura, Laura, please, at least wait until we're in private to scream at me, you don't want to tarnish Remington Steele's wonderful reputation here in Boston now do you?" She glared at him, seething to herself until they reached her hotel room.

"You!" She screamed, the word conveying all of her emotion. "What are you doing here?" At that moment the hotel room door opened again and a voice called out.

"Mick, you in here?" Harry called as he walked in. "Well hello there, you must be Miss Holt." Harry easily shook her hand, being ever the charmer. "I'm Harry Macy, a longtime friend who's gotten myself into a bit of a pinch, and Steele here was kind enough to help me out."

Laura looked at the two men and sat down. "You two better tell me what's going on, now."