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Remington Steele Fan Fiction

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 Steele Shaken, Not Stirred PG
Laura's birthday has rolled around one again. Will this one be one to remember, or forget?

This FanFic takes several liberties, you should be able to spot them easily.
Part1  Part2

         Laura was behind her desk talking on the phone to Frances. "Yes, I know, donít

remind me."  Laura placed a hand on her forehead. "Yes, but you know donít you?

You went through it before I did." Laura was teasing her sister now. "Ha ha, OK,

yes I will. Take care Frances. Thanks for calling. You too, bye." Laura placed the

phone in its cradle and smiled a big smile. Today was Lauraís 29th, and last,

birthday. Frances had called to rub it in. Laura had done the same thing to her, oh

well, all in good fun she mused. She glanced at the clock. 2:00, time to go. She was

leaving early today. She had one birthday item on her Birthday to-do list; do

something she enjoyed. The community center near her loft was holding a month long

guest artist lecture series. Laura was pleased to find out that Marcus Taylor, the

world famous meditation guru was holding a 2-hour class. She took one of the last

available spots open for the class. As much as she found her ballet exercises

soothing, she recently discovered meditation, and it truly calmed her. Nothing was

better  than meditating then having a hot bubble bath and hot tea to calm her down

after another day with him.


          Calm, cool collected Laura needed outside influences to calm her down more

and more lately. It was mostly her fault she reasoned. No, it was partly Wilsonís

fault also. She was fine before he showed up unexpectedly a while back. She was

over him, she never questioned that. It was how it ended that hollowed out her

heart. No discussion, no note, nothing. Just gone. Yes she was reckless when she

embarrassed him in Acapulco. But obviously his work was infinitely more important

than his year and a half with her. However she had been deeply in love with him. It

was his orderly lifestyle that had intrigued her initially. They had shared the same

organized thought process, but that was where the similarities ended. She was the

spontaneous one. She hadnít always been that way though. Half way through college

she succumbed to the pleas of the girls of 4 East to kick back. Oh how she loved it.

She was quickly addicted. The men she dated after that were simply vehicles for

that endeavor. Have a good time was her motto, they felt the same. Who wanted a

serious commitment anyway? Ending an evening with a gentleman caller with the

phrase Ďsame time next week?í was enough commitment for both of them. That all

changed after Wilson left. Order was, well, the order of the day. And for the most

part everything was fine. She was busy with the agency and her work. But lately

she was becoming more and more like the Acapulco Laura. Her Ďbossí, for lack of a

better term, knew how to compound her private battle. She wanted him, oh how

she wanted him, but there was too much at stake this time. It was her hard work and

imagination that had built her rather successful business. She loved her work and

she loved being busy. When she was, her mind wouldnít stop working and to that end

her thoughts and actions followed a logical path, again keeping Acapulco Laura at

bay.


             Damn that Wilson! He marked her slow undoing. She smirked to herself; she

had quite a time at that winery though. Half naked, running around. Had it been any

other woman she thought, her Mr. Steele would have been more receptive. But it

was her. He was shocked. Pleasantly so more than likely she imagined. But it was

Wilson who voiced his disapproval, not Mr. Steele. Oddly she felt she needed to

explain herself to Mr. Steele. But she knew he knew what was going on. Words or

deeds, what was more important to him? She needed words though, but after the

fact, his actions assured her it was OK, what she did. She found herself relieved.

And aroused.


               So even though Wilson brought back those horrible, empty feelings of

abandonment, she found her thoughts going towards Mr. Steele. If she could let go

once again she could enjoy him, very easily. But she couldnít risk it all for that, not

just yet. But then she leaned towards that route in the Costelloís winery didnít she.

No, she didnít exactly regret it. It definitely was spontaneous, but she thought

perhaps he expected it. Sooner or later anyway. She was compelled to do it, he was

somewhat irresistible. It was by far the most passionate kiss they had shared up

until that point. She had initiated it and had forgot that they were in more or less a

holy place. She hadnít really planned to end it either. But then what? Well, for the

most part he hadnít pressured her into anything more, or at the very least even

mentioned it. He had been more attentive lately however. One night after a

productive stakeout, they had returned to the office to do some quick paper work.

It was late and she was a bit tired. She had gotten up from the couch to go into her

office to put away and grab some new files. She told him to go ahead and go home.

Fred had been with them all night so he might as well take him home so he, too, could

go home. Remington followed her into her office, asking if she would be OK going

home alone this late. She assured him she would, but he continued to stand there,

leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, just watching her. It took her a few

seconds to register that he was still there, just standing. She looked over at him and

swiftly but deftly he was inches away. She looked at his lips and yearned for them.

She was slowly, very slowly backing away from him. Not because she didnít want

him, but the closer they were and the longer they refrained from touching

intensified their need for each other. He stayed just inches away from her,

essentially backing her towards the other door. When she could go no farther he

slowly leaned down, touching her with his lips first, then he wrapped his arms

around her. Lauraís arms made their way up his back to eventually wind up playing

in his hair. Remington attacked her neck and Laura began to moan. He made his way

back up via her jaw line, to her lips. Eventually he ended the kiss, still pinning her

up against the door.

                     "I guess this is good night then."

                    She was speechless; a second later he was out of her office on his way

home, no doubt pleased with himself. She smiled to herself, tasting him still,

finished her work and went home. That was three days ago, and the sexual tension

had been rising between them ever since.





                  It was his suggestion that hey celebrate her birthday. She wasnít exactly

thrilled at the occasion but why not. She wasnít about to pass up a creation from

Chez Steele. He had offered to cook her dinner at her place. That way she could go

to her class, come home and shower and not have to fight rush hour(s) traffic to his

place. A casual atmosphere he insisted. Dinner, maybe some dancing, conversation,

old classic on TV or perhaps something else. She knew what he meant. She

might just be game. Just thinking about it made her glad she was going for a mental

workout. She quickly changed into her work out clothes and exited into the lobby.


            "Goodnight Mildred."

             "Goodnight Miss Holt and happy birthday!"

            "Thanks Mildred and thanks for the gift."

             "I hope it works for you. The boss called and said he had everything he

needed and heíll see you in a couple hours."

            "Thanks Mildred. See you Monday." Remington had left hours earlier to

close a few loose ends he said. He still had shopping to do for everything he needed

that night. He figured if he started on dinner about the time Laura started her

errands before her class, he would end up finishing it all when she was stepping out

of the shower. He had been at her place for about 20 minutes starting what he

hoped would be Lauraís best birthday yet.

               Laura stepped on the elevator going over in her head the details she needed

before her class. Quick stop at the post office and a quick stop at the bank should

time it nicely to give her about 15 minutes to arrive at the community center and

get ready for Marcusí class. She stepped out the elevator, got into the Rabbit,

started it up and sped away towards her neighborhood with a big smile on her face.

Yes she thought to herself, this is shaping up to be an excellent birthday.

   PART2

        Laura parked in the bank parking lot next door to the post office. She figured

it would be ok to park there even though she was going right next door to the post

office first. Laura stood in line and eventually got to the counter to purchase her

stamps, she exited the building and went directly to the bank. The line was

considerably longer but she still had a little over 30 minutes to go. She began

filling out her withdrawal slip she grabbed from the table while waiting. Finally she

was only one person from the teller.


           The gentleman in front of her was shifting restlessly from foot to foot. Laura

glanced over his shoulder and saw the bank tellerís nervous hands shaking as she

placed large amounts of big bills in a canvas bag that didnít look like bank

property. Before Laura could comprehend what was happening, the man grabbed

the stuffed bag and turned quickly, running smack into Laura, knocking

them both down and sending the money flying.

           The bank guard startled, grabbed for his gun and trained it on his quarry.

"You just stay down there mister." he leveled the weapon. The man, lying next to

Laura on his stomach, her on her back, quickly grabbed Laura and yanked her up to

her feet. Wrapping his arm around her neck in a relaxed chokehold. He had

produced a 9mm handgun and had it pointed at Lauraís temple.

          "Drop it pops." he tightened his grip around her neck, and pierced the older

guards eyes with his cold stare. "Everybody down! Get down! Now!" there was a

loud rustle as the customers and employees got face down on the ground. Laura

could hear a womanís soft cries. "If you donít put it down pops, Iíll use mine." he

emphasized his words by putting more pressure into Lauraís temple. She grimaced.

The two men stared at each other for a few seconds, which to Laura felt like hours.

            "Ok, ok pal. Donít hurt her. Here look, my gun, take it." He slowly laid it on

the floor. "See? Itís ok." he stood back up slowly. He hated this part of the job. 10

years ago he was a top detective and point man on the SWAT team in San Diego. He had

hit mandatory retirement age and had moved to LA to be closer to his daughter and

grandchildren. He could live off his pension but he became bored. So he went into

private security, sounded like a good idea at the time. It took a few months

to find an armed security position, only to find out that a gun was essentially

useless. His company regulations were strict. California law empowered him to use

deadly force, his employer basically took it away. Section Four of the Employee

Facing an Armed Suspect Scenario stated: ĎIf an employee of Regis Security is involved in

an armed stand off situation, with or without hostages, when there are civilians in

harms way, must relinquish his/her weapon if so demanded by actor disregarding

public safety.í Thanks a lot.

                "Kick it over here." Slowly the guard flicked his foot and the gun slid

about 10 feet. The man bent down to retrieve it still keeping his hold on Laura. He

picked it up and stuck it in his waistband. "Ok, everybody over here." he began

waiving his gun towards the far side of the bank. "Now!" Slowly the people on the

floor began to crawl over towards the direction he pointed. "Pops get them over."

               "Ok, ok. Come on everybody. Do what he says. Címon." He began to herd

them away from the bank doors. "Thatís it, all right."

                "Everybody out of there!" the gunman turned back towards the tellers.

The 7 people came out from behind the counter and joined the others. Laura could

see how rattled her captor had become, she could feel his body temperature elevate

and his hands were moist on her neck. "Get the money." He released Laura and she

began to gather the bundles of money and stuffed them back in the bag and handed it

back to him. "Get over there with everyone else." He pointed with the gun for

emphasis. Laura complied, she thought she could hear the faint wail of sirens, they

grew with intensity in a matter of seconds. "Shit!" The gunman ran to the door to

see police cruisers approaching a block away. "Pops throw me your keys!" The

seasoned cop didnít move, until he found himself looking down the barrel of the gun.

He unhooked the keys from his belt and tossed them. The gunman quickly locked the

front doors and pulled the blinds all the way down. "Any more exits?"

            "Just two fire exits." the guard pointed them out. They were both

emergency exit doors, if anyone opened them, the alarm would sound. Good enough

for now.

           "Pops close those blinds over there." The gunman walked over to the front

doors again and cracked the blinds to look outside. Two police cars had pulled up

blocking the street off at each end. "Who set off the alarm?" he walked back

towards his captors. They were all silent. Finally Laura spoke.

             "Does it really matter? Listen, nobodyís been hurt. Why donít you give it

up?"

             "Youíre crazy, lady." he glanced back through the blinds. He was really

getting nervous now, so much so that he thought about switching over to the guardís

gun. His wasnít real. A BB pistol he bought earlier in the week. Still he felt

uncomfortable with a real weapon in this particular situation. He wasnít a bad guy

and he certainly didnít think himself violent. He had just run into some money

problems and this was his harebrained scheme. The act of a desperate man.

            "Listen," Laura began "it hasnít gone too far yet. Yes youíll be charged with

attempted robbery but if you fire that gun itís aggravated robbery or worse," she

paused,"No one has to get hurt." Laura was using a sympathetic voice, trying hard

not to sound condescending.

           "Just be quiet and let me think." A phone rang and it startled him.

          "Itís probably the police, you should answer it." He covered the distance

between him and the phone in 2 strides.

             "Yes?"

            "This is Lt. Gaudal of the LAPD. Whom am I speaking with?"

             "Iím not ready to talk to you yet."

            "I understand. Can you at least let us know if anyoneís been hurt?"

           "Not yet." he kept his gun aimed generally at his hostages.

             "How many are there?"

            "Listen Iím not ready."

            "Ok, just pick up the phone when you are. Itíll ring me. We tapped into the

lines which means you canít make any calls."

              He hung up, "Great."

            "If you donít have a plan, there is no way youíre going to get away."

            "Let me think!"

         "Let me help you." Laura was as calm as anyone could be in this situation.

Although he had her at gunpoint, she wasnít exactly afraid. A little frightened

perhaps but in her line of work this was hardly an isolated incident. "Talk to them,

let them know whatís happening in here." she took a step towards him but remained a

safe distance. "If you keep talking to them, theyíll understand you donít want to

hurt anybody." He thought about what she was saying. This had gotten way out of

hand. He was in too deep.

          "Yeah, maybe youíve got a point." he picked up the phone and waited for an

answer.

         "Goudal."

         "Iím ready."

          "Ok, good. What do you want to tell me? What can I call you?"

        "Jerry. My nameís Jerry."

        "Ok Jerry. You can call me Tom if you like. Is everybody still alright in

there?"

       "Theyíre all fine I havenít hurt anybody."

       "Do you want to Jerry? Do you think you might want to do that?"

       "No I just wanted the money."

       "Jerry, do you have a weapon?"
        "Yes."

       "If you didnít want to hurt any one, why do you have a weapon?"

       "I-I donít know. I guess I didnít know how else to do it. I only pulled it after I

took the money."

       "Ok. Jerry can you give the gun up? Can you do that for me?"

        "I donít think thatís an option at this point."

       "What options do we have Jerry?"

        "Iíll have to get back to you on that." Jerry hung up the phone and sat on the

corner of the desk. "Shit." Laura took another step closer.

        "Jerry?"

        "What!?"

         "What is it you want?"

        "Just the money. But now I need to get away."

       "Do you really think theyíll let you do that? Maybe you should think about

surrendering?" Jerry looked into her eyes. She had such soft brown eyes and a

kind, understanding face.

         "Itís too late for that. See," he walked her over to the front window, "look out

there, all the police, SWAT, I even hear helicopters, news media no doubt. I have

to get away."

          "They may cut you a deal Jerry. Would it hurt to ask?"

            "Sorry, but I canít." Would he make it out? If so, then what? Mexico? He

wouldnít make it past the boarder and he knew it. Suddenly it came to him. "Pops,

you got a vault in here?"

            "Yeah in the back."

            "Ok everybody, letís go!" The group began to move slowly. "I said letís go!

Pops get everybody back there. No funny business or youíll force me to hurt

somebody." The guard began to follow his orders. Laura stepped into the group. He

reached for her. "Uh-uh, you stay with me."

          Outside the SWAT Lieutenant was briefing the Incident Command team. He

was reviewing blueprints of the banks interior. He contacted his snipers, who all

reported that none of them could see inside, let alone get a bead on the guy. He

broke the situation down to IC, and they decided to continue with the dialogue they

had going.

            Jerry picked up the phone on the first ring. "I want a car fully fueled"

           "Ok Jerry but I need some time."

          "You have 15 minutes."

           "Iíll see what I can do, but I need you to do something for me. A gesture of

good faith."

           "Maybe."

           "Let some people go Jerry. Give us a token that shows we can take you at

your word."

           "Iíll think about it." Jerry hung up. "Showtime." He took Lauraís arm and

headed towards the vault. "Lock the door."

            "What if they run out of air?"

            "Damn." Jerry looked around and saw that before the giant vault door shut,

a grate lowered from the ceiling creating a dual security system. He reached up but

couldnít grab it. He looked at the nearest male captive. "Come here, lift her up." the

man lifted Laura up around her waist. She reached up and grabbed the bottom of

the grate and pulled it until the guy could reach it. He put Laura down and reached

up to continued to lower it. Before it was half way down, Jerry ordered the man

back inside the vault then had him finish closing it from the inside. The grate slid

into a groove in the floor and locked in to place. "Letís go." he took Lauraís arm

again and headed back into the lobby.

              "Jerry, what are you going to do with me?"

              "Donít worry. Youíll be ok, Iím not gonna hurt you, uh-"

             "Laura."

               Jerry picked the phone back up.

to be continued............










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