I知 Steele Here

By: bookgrrrll


典he cities grow, the rivers flow

Where you are, I値l never know

But I知 still here.

If you were right and I was wrong

Why are you the one who痴 gone,

And I知 still here

I知 still here


~ I知 Still Here, by Vertical Horizon





The same question continued to echo through Laura Holt痴 mind like a broken surveillance tape. Why would he leave? Yes, their disagreement had been more intense than usual. Yes, she壇 said many things, awful things. Things she regretted to the bottom of her soul. Still, he壇 never fled, never abandoned her, until now.

With leaden feet and a stone-heavy heart, she closed the door on the apartment and walked to the elevator. While she waited for its arrival, images of the day she壇 first rented the flat flashed in her mind.

敵rand, but not ostentatious, the rental agent said. 鼎lean lines and gorgeous views. A cozy heart with world-class charm. She knew nothing could be that good.

How wrong she壇 been. Laura tumbled head over toes for the place the first time she laid eyes on it. Paid the security deposit and three months rent in advance on the spot, despite the newly-formed agency痴 meager budget. It was the perfect cover for their illustrious figurehead, the then-fictious Remington Steele, and a gilded fa軋de for the ultimate ruse of her life.

Yes, Laura fell in love that day擁n more ways than one.

Months later, when the mysterious man who would become Mr. Steele first appeared in her life洋oving into the Rossmore address, and into her life預 tiny, secret part of her was thrilled. Thrilled to be wanted again, to be the object of such a powerful male痴 attentions and affections.

Unfortunately, the small flutter of connection was also the piece of herself she guarded against with unbridled ferocity. Her independence and respect were hard fought, hard won. She壇 be damned if anyone or anything pilfered her achievements. Still, late at night, in the quiet darkness of semi-slumber, it was the memory of Mr. Steele痴 heated aqua-blue gaze that set her heart a-thumping; the quirk of his lips and the brush of his hand that brought her to life and satisfied her bone-deep yearning.

No, dammit! Laura climbed aboard the elevator and jammed the button several times. The doors slid closed and she slumped against the wall. Men made women messy. She壇 vowed never to follow her mother痴 fall down love痴 slippery slope, into the oblivion of desperation. She sure as hell wasn稚 going to start now.

Only the day before, Laura had given a polite but firm refusal to William Westfield痴 offer of a passionate getaway. At last, her heart was strong, her resolve solid. Time to make or break with her Mr. Steele.

She壇 arrived at her warehouse loft to shower and change and grab her mail before heading to the Rossmore flat. Spied the non-descript plain envelope tucked amongst her bills. At the sight of Remington痴 elegant penmanship gracing the exterior, her heart tripped like a drunken sailor. When the agency痴 license spilled out with no accompanying note, time stopped all together. Something was wrong, very wrong.

Screw the shower. Laura grabbed her keys and hightailed the Rabbit straight to Remington痴 place. Only to find it deserted.

Gone. He was gone. She壇 returned now to verify and found the place still as empty as the night before, still just as sad.

溺iss Holt? Fred痴 quiet, discreet tone interrupted her despondent reverie. She blinked up at him then flashed a wan smile. Dove through the open car door he held before the dam busted and she blubbered like a fool.

Once ensconced in the shadowed interior of the limo, she told Fred to take her to the agency then dialed the car phone. She needed to see Dr. Griswold about the situation.

When the receptionist answered, Laura scheduled a therapy appointment for later in the afternoon. Molly, a former client turned friend, also happened to be one of the best psychologists in Los Angeles.

If the raging headache throbbing in her temples was any indication, Laura was going to require all the assistance she could get wading through the abominable mess of a warzone her staid, orderly life had become.


At four-thirty sharp, Laura arrived at Dr. Griswold痴 office.

She壇 invented some plausible excuse about a toothache and had tossed a quick goodbye to Mildred before ducking out. After spending an exhausting day avoiding her inquisitive assistant痴 questions regarding Mr. Steele痴 whereabouts, her frazzled nerves were shot. She needed this appointment.

No one knew she壇 been seeing Molly for anything other than the occasional girl痴 night out for the last six months. Laura planned to continue the deception.

With a black fedora pulled low over her tawny hair and eyes and a bland gray trench coat covering her petite frame from neck to shin, she was unrecognizable.

The receptionist announced her over the speakerphone then waved her through to the inner sanctum.

Molly waited on the other side of the door with a hug and a smile.

Laura removed her hat and coat before flopping down on the overstuffed sofa along one wall. She raked a hand through her ruffled curls and toed off her pumps. 展ell, Molly, he痴 done it. Mr. Steele痴 finally done it.

The therapist perched at the edge of the desk and leaned forward, her green eyes bright and shining with anticipatory glee. 泥one what? Popped the proverbial question?

鏑eft. Laura glanced away and crossed her arms. Why did the word hurt so much? She snorted and looked down. Her hands dropped to her lap and she fiddled with a non-existent raveling on her immaculate lilac colored skirt. 的 always knew he would. One day. Same as all the others.

添ou池e sure he痴 gone, Laura? Maybe he got called away on a case and didn稚 have a chance to call in yet? Molly moved into the seat beside her and patted Laura on the knee. 的t happens sometimes, right? Especially in your line of work.

Yes, my line of work. Laura blinked back the unwelcome tears welling in her eyes. The agency had always been her safe place, her haven. Now the only thing she could think about when she entered the Century City suite was Remington, with his graceful movements and sharp wit; his ability to make her heart race and her anger soar, all with the same waggle of his cultured brow.

She sighed and slumped into the cushions, letting her head fall back and turned toward Molly. Her friend痴 shoulder-length auburn hair was secured off her model-perfect face in a chic, sloppy chignon. Several strands escaped to curl around the collar of her white doctor痴 lab coat. Laura had always envied Molly痴 ability to let loose. She herself had never been able to subdue her own personal control demons long enough to try. At least not while sober.

Was her tight-reigned heart the reason Remington had disappeared? She rubbed her tired eyes and reached for her purse. Answers weren稚 forthcoming on the subject. No sense rehashing the impossible to deny. Mr. Steele was gone and he wasn稚 coming back. Laura dug in her bag and pulled out a folded envelope. 擢ound this in my mail yesterday. Nothing says goodbye like the return of your agency痴 license.

She tossed the packet on Molly痴 lap and pushed off the couch. Soon she paced the office as if it belonged to her. The way she did when solving an intricate case. The way she and Remington had done more times than she could count.

Dammit! She needed this to stop. Now.

溺olly, I need your professional help to end my obsession with being abandoned, dependent. I refuse to become my mother. Laura sat down again, this time on top of the coffee table, facing her friend. She reached out and gripped Molly痴 hand. 滴elp me tackle these issues head-on. I知 determined to beat this thing. I can稚 jeopardize my life痴 work.

Her voice cracked. Laura released Molly and cleared her throat, an index finger rubbing the area between her brows. She stared hard at the floor, not above begging at this point. 撤lease.

The therapist remained quiet until Laura met her narrowed gaze. 典his will take devotion, Laura, along with painful digging into the dark recesses of emotion. You値l have to be honest謡ith me and with yourself預bout the truth of your feelings. Are you willing to go there?

Laura opened her mouth to answer, then halted. She closed her eyes. Fast-forward pictures raced through her mind. The tomb her mother痴 house became after her father left. Nothing moved. Nothing changed. Nothing lived without him. Only the solemn, gray wasteland of post-relationship desolation.

Flash forward again. The images skewed in a rapid-fire kaleidoscope. Morphed into a pair of hungry, heated, aqua-blue eyes and a sunny, seductive smile. Soft, impressionist images of a shared picnic in the park, nights by the fire, and carefree days in Acapulco.

The haunted past and the promising present all wrapped into one. Hell and heaven.

She swallowed hard and met Molly痴 direct gaze with her own unwavering stare. 添es. I知 ready.


Later in the evening, Laura snuggled into her favorite robe and slippers and pulled out her trusty notebook. The one reserved for her private thoughts. She flipped to the next blank page and went over Molly痴 instructions in her head. Pick a song, a meaningful piece. Write down the lyrics and ponder them. Why do they resonate with you? List all of the reasons that spring to mind.

At first Laura had scoffed at the idea. Really? She paid one-hundred-fifty-dollars an hour for a sappy tune? She loved Molly and trusted her expertise, but come on. In the end, after Molly extolled the virtues of the assignment and its amazing ability to reveal hidden monsters, Laura relented. Fine. She壇 do her homework and report back the following day.

After searching her music collection for a couple of hours, Laura made her final selection. Her choice turned out not to be a anything she owned. No, this song was new. She壇 heard the melody on the way home from Molly痴 office. The words haunted her, seemed to mirror her exact feelings at the moment. Laura Holt considered herself to be steady and practical. Still, a touch of serendipity now and again was never bad.

A quick trip to the neighborhood Tower Records and she壇 emerged with her new purchase in hand.

Now, she popped the album into her stereo system. Soon the notes washed over her and she closed her eyes, enjoying the melody for a moment before jotting down the lyrics. A page and a half later, prophetic words filled the pad.

Following a gulp of cabernet and a scratch behind Nero痴 ears, she dug into her new assignment with gusto. In true Laura fashion, she divided the song into neat verses and listed her thoughts after each line.


I found the pieces in my hand

They were always there

It just took some time for me to understand

You gave me words I just can稚 say

So if nothing else

I値l just hold on while you drift away

Cause everything you wanted me to hide

Is everything that makes me feel alive


I found the pieces in my hand. They were always there it just took some time for me to understand

The day the license arrived in the mail. Damn, the memory still hurt. Hurt because he was really, truly gone. Hurt because he cared enough to make sure the agency survived, to make sure she survived and kept going despite his loss. Hurt because she drove him away with her searing, hateful words. Is a piece of paper all that痴 keeping us together? We should take some time and think about this蓉s庸or a while.

Her memories stretched further. A teenaged Laura huddled over the family checkbook at the dinner table, balancing the accounts her mother had no interest in dealing with anymore. Someone needed to pay the bills, keep some semblance of life functioning. Her father might be gone, but at least his generous bank account remained. Bastard.

You gave me words I just can稚 say. So if nothing else, I値l just hold on while you drift away

Remington had given her the words. Had told her of his love several nights ago at his apartment, without any coercion or reserve. After yet another heated tryst she壇 pruned too soon, before allowing it to blossom and grow. The need in his husky voice, the desperation and want in his passionate gaze made leaving him the hardest thing she壇 ever done, but staunch resistance was her forte. Laura abandoned him at the door with a chaste peck on the cheek and an imaginary bag of unfulfilled dreams. Ouch.

The lid of the pen she was gnawing split beneath under her vicious bite and pinched her tongue. She ripped the cap off and tossed it on the nearby end table before continuing her ruminations.

Overcast day. Eight-year-old Laura begging her beleaguered father for one more spin on the carnival merry-go-round. Her father痴 searching gaze as he bent to press a quarter in her palm. Promise me you won稚 tell your mother.

From atop her white and gold pony, Laura saw her father embrace another woman beyond the cluster of the crowd, kiss her neck and spin her around in a crazy, cockeyed circle. The ride twirled and her innocence shattered. Liar.

Laura batted away an errant tear and finished off her first glass of wine. Got up and retrieved the bottle from the kitchen then topped off another glassful and continued. Molly痴 assessment was proving correct. This assignment was more complex than she expected, harder than she imagined.

Cause everything you wanted me to hide, is everything that makes me feel alive

She was never quiet sure where she stood with Mr. Steele, his illusion versus her reality.

For a detail stickler, not knowing was pure torture. Her heart longed for a close, intimate connection. For him to know all of her deep, dark secrets and discover he loved her anyway and to do the same for him. How many times in the past had he opened the possibilities, only to have his options slammed shut because of her inability to relax, to be still and surrender?

She bit back a tiny, stifled sob and poked herself hard in the forehead with the butt end of her ballpoint. Dammit! The situation was Wilson squared. Hell, the current mess was every relationship she ever had with a man in spades. Why couldn稚 she let go?

Laura released her death grip on the pen and rubbed her eyes. Deep in the recesses of her subconscious, the answer clawed skyward.

Late afternoon. Ten-year-old Laura playing cops and robbers with her friends outside. This time she got to be the thief and it was great fun outwitting those pesky officers. She always beat them.

Crouched against the side of the house, Laura scanned the nearby yard before making her escape. Darting through the bushes toward the front stoop. She swatted at the gnats buzzing around her face and tuned into the conversation trickling out of the open window above, snippets of her mother痴 overwrought phone tirade. Please come back. I miss you so much. I値l do anything you want. Give you anything you ask. I知 begging you. Please come home. I値l die without you.

Stomach clenched and breath hitched, Laura moved out from under the window and stood on the sidewalk, open and vulnerable. Her mother痴 keening sobs carried on the warm, mid-summer breeze like the last painful wheeze of dying prey.

Caught you! A kid yelled from behind her, making her jump. The pretend police apprehended their criminal and hauled her to make-believe jail. We池e locking you away for a long time, Laura Holt.

No kidding.

The first verse was down, along with two glasses of wine. She eyed the half-empty bottle and ignored the light buzz flooding her system, charging ahead with the second stanza.


Seeing the ashes in my heart

I smile the widest

While I cry inside and my insides blow apart

I tried to wear another face

Just to make you proud

Just to make you put me in my place

But everything you wanted from me

Is everything that I could never be


Seeing the ashes in my heart. I smile the widest while I cry inside and my insides blow apart

Wow. Laura swallowed hard against the rising lump in her throat and looked away from the page to glance at the clock above the stove. Ten pm.

Only a few weeks earlier, she壇 been cuddled close in Remington痴 embrace, watching a Grant-Hepburn movie marathon on cable. They壇 fed each other fondue and chocolate while huddled amongst the pillows then made up their own wicked game.

Decadent, wine-filled kisses and heated caresses were the requirement whenever the lead actors said 鼠ove. She didn稚 realize how often the word came up in the dialogue. Remington痴 sly grin after her acceptance of the dare indicated he壇 done his homework and taken an exact count before the game ever began. After the passionate evening in Remington痴 arms, Laura felt closer to him than anyone else in her life.

Always patient, he never pushed her to give more than she was ready to surrender. Understanding, even forgiving預fter a cool down period, of course謡hen she lashed out at him, hurt him with wounds both emotional and physical. Sometimes the injury was on purpose, as with an occasional toe-crushing stomp to shut him up. Other times they were accidental, with a careless answer or a flippant, defensive reply to his innocent questions.

Those second slights too numerous to count, of late. Still, with his cover-ready smile plastered in place, he persevered. Now, it was her turn to carry on. Alone. Again.

More wine. Deeper memories. The school gym, festooned with paper streamers and balloons. Eleven-year-old Laura in the scratchy, ruffled pink party gown her mother insisted she wear. Her patent-leather shoes pinched her toes and the bobby pins in her hair itched like the dickens. She fidgeted in the center of the floor, searching the crowd for her special date.

The father-daughter dance was a big deal on the school calendar and he壇 promised to arrive by seven. She glanced at the clock. Seven forty-five. Maybe he had to work late. Mother complained he always worked overtime these days. It had been so long since she壇 gotten alone time with her father. She rose up on tiptoes, despite the uncomfortable shoes, and craned her neck. The side door opened and a tall man in a bowler hat entered. Not daddy. Darn it.

Laura lowered her heels to the floor and glowered at the nearby couples dancing. Girls teetered atop their father痴 feet, giggling while they hobbled in time to the latest Motown tunes. Where was he?

She huffed and walked to the sidelines. Soon Laura received a nudge in the side and a crude wink from Stacy Plodnick, class bully. What痴 a matter, Holt? Your old man a no show? Figures. Who壇 want to dance with a loser like you anyway?

Heat flooded Laura痴 cheeks and her hands shook with suppressed, embarrassed fury. She shoved the bulky girl hard and darted from the gym, racing past the hall monitors and out into the black, cool night. Tears in her eyes, she slumped on the steps and stared at the twinkling stars above.

Maybe Stacy was right. Maybe she was a loser, a pathetic idiot whose own father wanted nothing to do with her. The metallic cha-chink of the door echoed as it creaked opened behind her, breaking into her thoughts. The concerned tone of a chaperone drifted her way on a chilly breeze. Are you okay, Miss Holt?

Laura constructed her best carefree grin and turned it on full watt. Yes, I知 fine, thank you. I知 perfect.


I tried to wear another face. Just to make you proud, just to make you put me in my place. But everything you wanted me from me, is everything that I could never be

She topped off her glass and flipped to a new page in the notebook, losing count of how many glasses she壇 downed and how many pages she壇 already filled.

How many times had she tried to change herself葉ried to force herself into the mold of the person her bosses, her mother, her lover wanted her to be預ll in a desperate attempt at pleasing them, to gain their respect and admiration? It never worked, not in the long run. Her personality was strong, defiant. She couldn稚 sit idly by while the things she believed, things she knew to be true and right, were trampled.

No, Laura was a fighter. Always had been, always would be. For a long time, she carried the belief if the perfect person came along, he壇 love her for her true self and not what she pretended to be.

Detective work required effective covers and Laura mastered deception, had learned from the best at Havenhurst. At least she thought so until encountering her Mr. Steele, a somewhat rusty and dinged knight-in-shining-armor.

The man could switch personas at the drop of a hat, exuding wit and playboy swagger one minute then becoming a lost vagabond the next. Laura always found the quicksilver transformations one of his most fascinating qualities, and one of the most terrifying. Who was Remington Steele?

A question they壇 both asked many times before. She believed him now, when he denied knowing his real name or his true identity. He seemed so forlorn, so sad about the lack of clues. Only a tattered pocket-watch remained to unlock his secrets.

All she wanted to do at the moment was hold him tight and tell him everything would be okay.

Except their embraces never stayed platonic, not for long. The way he caressed her nape and cupped her cheek when they kissed. The way he held her firm and dominated the exchange, yet allowed her room to move, to cuddle closer, to explore and initiate. His actions spoke volumes about his care for her and the extent of his sexual prowess. Yes, lovemaking with her Remington would be pure delight.

She sighed and glanced at the coffee table, spotted the agency license lying atop it as a testament to his love and his departure. Now, it was too late to plume the depths of his passion because she壇 driven him away. Her bottom lip quivered before she could bite down on it. The tears welled again.

Why can稚 you be more like your sister? Her mother痴 harsh whine echoed through the quiet hallway of her childhood home. Frances never gave her any headaches. Sixteen-year-old Laura pushed past her mother and into the barren kitchen. No one ever went to grocery anymore. They were lucky to have peanut butter and bread in the house.

All this was her mother痴 fault. The woman never rose from bed these days, stayed huddled beneath her covers with the curtains drawn. Dinnertime? A free-for-all. Home cooked meals were nothing but a long-lost fantasy.

The only time mother ventured forth was to remind Laura of her failings as a daughter and the disappointment of her achievements. When Frances made the cheerleading squad, the situation only worsened. Laura excelled in math, English, history. Everything her mother said would never land her a husband.

Laura loved her mom, honest she did, but the woman drove her batty. There was more to life than men, husbands, and babies. Laura intended to partake of all her opportunities. She wanted a career, excitement, and a world away from the co-dependent prison of her present nightmare. She vowed to never end up like mother. Never to let a man have such total control over her that she ceased to exist without him.

Nero batted the notebook, demanding immediate attention. Laura blinked several times and stroked his silky black fur, returning to present reality.

Her gaze snagged on a black-and-white photo. A candid shot of she and Remington together, his arm around her from behind, pressing her back to his front. His lips nuzzled close to her ear and eager, happy smiles graced their faces. Mildred had taken the shot for them last month after they壇 celebrated the agency痴 anniversary. Her tears now blurred the photo into an indefinable Rorschach blot.


Maybe tonight

It痴 gonna be alright

I will get better

Maybe today

It痴 gonna be okay

I will remember


Laura padded to the bathroom and returned with a box of tissues. She pulled several out and blew her nose, the rough, flimsy paper no comparison to Remington痴 ever-ready linen handkerchiefs. When had she become so attuned to the small details of his presence, the minutia of his care? He always seemed to be there at her moment of need, ready with a kind word, a tight squeeze or a tender stroke.

With the wine warming her blood and her heart wrenched open, Laura now freely admitted how much she missed him. She picked up a nearby toss pillow and hugged it tight. Traces of his scent容xpensive cologne and crisp starch and something indefinably Remington謡afted around her. Her sobs intensified. God, she wanted him back. Wanted to apologize for all the stupid, horrible things she壇 said and hold him close, love him.

Love him?

She hiccupped and dabbed her wet cheeks. Did she love him?

Her gaze focused on the picture again and she sighed. Yes. She did. Hell, truth was she壇 loved him since the first day he壇 walked into her office pretending to be some South African special agent named Ben Pearson. Laura gave an unladylike snort. Figures. She would realize it only after he壇 departed and she was alone.

Nero jumped down and wound around her legs, purring loud.

No, she amended, not alone. Try a twenty-nine-year-old crazy cat lady. Fantastic.

Mother痴 words rebounded through her now pounding head. When are you going to get married? Pip, pip dear. You池e not getting any younger, you know.

Laura sighed and picked up her notebook again. One more verse, one more chance.


I held the pieces of my soul

I was shattered and I wanted you to come and make me whole

I saw you yesterday

But you didn稚 notice

And you just walked away


I held the pieces of my soul. I was shattered and I wanted you to come and make me whole

The last time she壇 seen Remington flashed into her mind. She壇 sighted him through their connecting office door, looking resplendent and impeccable as always in his tailored suit and crisp shirt. Many a female client had swooned over his looks through the years, one going so far as to call him God痴 most beautiful creature. Laura had giggled at the time, embarrassed on his behalf.

Yet he took the admiration in stride, downplayed the glowing praise. Seemed to yearn for appreciation beyond his dazzling appearance. The majority of men would be rolling in the attention such gorgeous looks generated, reveling in the gifts bestowed. Her Mr. Steele was different. He壇 told her on more than one occasion how much he relished the times he could dig into a case. Pull off the perfect double-cross. The man did seem to love his disguises and false airs.

Her chest ached, remembering their many incognito stints over the years.

Remington was her true partner in crime. She hadn稚 imagined his kisses growing a bit more daring, his ardor heightened by the risk of danger. Desire stoked by the frisson of adrenaline, of being caught around the next corner. She壇 come to love the excitement herself, because of him. Crave the seduction of the dark side. Yes, she and Remington suited each other well in many areas.


I saw you yesterday, but you didn稚 notice. And you just walked away

Laura was sure he hadn稚 realized her perusal of him in the office. Positive he wasn稚 witness to the way her breath quickened or her cheeks heated when the trail of her thoughts turned more erotic. Something had cracked within her. Fissured open and refused to heal. She wanted him and not only on a sexual level. No, she wanted all of him. The unknown specter from his past and the wonderful, caring, trustworthy man he壇 proven to be.

Her sight cleared, drifted to another picture on the wall beside the first. This one was an impromptu family portrait, the setting a happy, serene spring day.

Mother, Frances and Donald, and their children took center stage. Laura stood separate, off to the side and barely in frame. Remington had snapped the photo a short time after the agency had helped Donald through his dental conference snafu.

Laura stared at the image. Her face looked tense, her expression distant and eyes stormy. Her mother had blamed her dark mood on her lack of a spouse. Only Laura knew the real reason.

Him. Father. She壇 spotted the man easily enough, her well-honed instincts pinpointing the shadow of his figure hovering near the edge of the small park. The spook watching their group picnic and play Frisbee. He gave no indication of being caught in his perusal, too wrapped up in his secret surveillance.

After staging the impromptu photo tableau, Remington took a seat beside her at the picnic table and slid an arm around her shoulders, his long fingers returning to massage the tense muscles at her nape. His gaze tracked her focus to a point beyond a copse of pines across the field. He壇 dropped a discreet kiss on her ear before whispering, 鏑aura, what痴 wrong?

Her gaze flicked to his. This secret she couldn稚 share. Not yet. When she looked back again, her father had disappeared, gone as quick as he arrived. She hadn稚 seen him again.

How many years had she waited to find him? How many wasted years of wondering why he left and awaiting his return? Now Laura finally understood. Daddy wasn稚 going to come back. Ever. Nothing she said or did would change the reality.

An invisible weight lifted inside her, the burden of unresolved childhood guilt slipping away. Abandonment was his issue now, not hers. Not anymore.

Laura set down her notebook and picked up the agency license. What would be required to get her Mr. Steele back?

Love? Yes. Devotion? Certainly. Sex? God she hoped so. The wait had been too long and they壇 suffered too much not to consummate this relationship.

She glanced at the wall clock again. The time now read well past midnight. She picked up her scattered tissues, the empty wine bottle and her glass and deposited them in the kitchen. Laura stopped to place a kiss on the cheek of the eight-by-ten glossy Remington Steele before padding to bed with a smile on her face.

Long after she shut off the lights, she lay staring at the ceiling, her mind racing.

Fred would know his last location. She would discover the rest on her own.

Yes, she had every intention of bringing her Mr. Steele home.

A line from one of their favorite movies played in her head, made her giggle in anticipation. Laura set her alarm for seven am and cuddled her pillow.

After all, Mr. Steele. Tomorrow is another day.



***This story depicts a lost day and night in Laura痴 life following the end of Steele of Approval and right before Steele Searching. A few artistic liberties were taken with the timeline and location of the agency license delivery and also with the release date of this song. The actual song didn稚 come out until 2003, but it fit their relationship so well, I couldn稚 resist.