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 "My Heart You Steele.")
~*~Steele at His Worst : Chapter One~*~
"Good morning, Mrs. Steele," Mildred said when Laura came briskly into the office.
"Good morning, Miss Krebs. Tell me, has Mr. Steele came into the office yet?"
"A- yes, but I-I wouldn't go in there if I were you, Mrs. Steele. Boy, is he a bear today," Mildred warned.
"What's new anymore, Mildred?" Laura said with a heavy sigh. "What is it this time?"
"Ohhh- Mrs. Steele, I can't say. I promised the boss," Mildred answered.
"Well, then I'm going in to find out," Laura declared, breezing into Remington's office and closing the door.
~*~o~*~
"Laura, don't you ever knock?" Remington demanded in a furious tone.
"I'm sorry, but I didn't think husbands and wives kept secrets from each other," responded Laura as she sat down at the edge of Remington's desk.
Remington glared at her, then turned away to look out the window. "It's stuffy in here," Laura complained. "I'll open the window."
"Don't touch that window!" Remington growled.
"Boy, aren't we a grouch? What's gotten into you lately?"
"Laura, go get me a cup of coffee," he commanded.
""I'm not your slave," Laura informed him. "Get your own coffee."
"Get out of my office!" Remington barked as he was pointing toward the door.
"Gladly!" Laura snapped as she left in a huff.
~*~o~*~
Remington winced. He hadn't intended to snap at Laura so harshly. Lately all they did was bicker, and he realized it was basically his fault. The other night he had awakened to hear Laura crying, and her tears made him feel extremely guilty. It didn't seem right for them to fight this way when their "marriage" had been so fantastic in the recent past.
Remington had a great deal on his mind at the moment. Lately he had been receiving mysterious messages. And sometimes little gifts would arrived attached to the message. Each message read:
~*~o~*~
All my love,
Do you remember?
Carissa
~*~o~*~
Each time Remington would receive another message, he felt paralyzed. Something within the messages had triggered a memory somewhere deep inside him. He knew something bad was going to happen, and he was worried.
~*~o~*~
Laura turned on her radio to a popular music station as she sat down at her desk to do some paperwork she had been avoiding. Tears filled her brown eyes and slowly rolled down her face when the disc jockey played "Feelings." The song meant a lot to her, considering it had been the song that had been played at she and Remington's wedding.
Just then, Laura noticed a letter upon her desk. She picked it up and stared at in curiousity. On the front of the envelope, it said: Laura Holt. Quickly Laura opened the envelope, withdrew the letter, and began to read it.
~*~o~*~
Laura,
Your husband doesn't love you. He loves me. I don't even believe your marriage is real. Soon I'll be Mrs. Steele. Watch out. I'm going to get Remington. Soon it'll all be over, and he'll be mine.
~*~o~*~
Laura's mouth was agape after reading the letter. Was it true? Was Remington really cheating on her? She doubted he'd do it, but why else was he acting so moody lately? Should she confront him?
After giving it some thought, Laura decided to wait it out and see what happened. She also decided that from now on, she'd keep an especially close eye on him.
~*~o~*~
A woman stood with binoculars outside the office by the fountain, looking upward toward Remingtion's office. A smile touched her lips when she caught a glimpse of him.
~*~o~*~
Laura fixed supper that night. By the time Remington came home from the office, it was cold and inedible. "Why are you late?" Laura inquired as she sat in a chair in the living room holding Handsome on her lap.
"I went for a drive," Remington stated, a haunted look within his eyes.
"Supper's cold," Laura told him as she attempted to curb her anger.
"I wouldn't have ate it anyway. Your cooking isn't fit to eat."
"Myyy, aren't we cheery?" Laura responded sarcastically.
Remington ignored the comment and declared, "I'm going to bed now, Laura."
"Probably tired from all the action you got with her," Laura said under her breath after he'd disappeared upstairs toward the loft.