Rerun: Steele of the Day #58
At Laura's loft, a bare-chested Steele sits on the arm of her sofa as she stands behind him, wrapping an Ace bandage around his bruised ribs. She is upset, and he is having trouble breathing.
"Well," he says. "Forgetting about the bellicose Mr. Buckner for the moment, it would appear that Pete Gillespe is the man we're after. I mean, he put James Ryans money and George Mulch's idea together. It would appear that he was the only one to make a profit from the whole arrangement."
Laura finishes wrapping his chest as he talks, and then takes the safety pin from her mouth and fastens the bandage with it.
He gasps, then breathlessly instructs her, saying, "Just a little tighter, Laura."
She removes the safety pin, pulls the bandage tighter, and then fastens it again with the pin, causing him to scream, "Ohhh, ohhh!" Finished with her task, she walks in front of him and pauses, her back to him; it's obvious she's upset about his injury.
Remington picks up his shirt and painfully and slowly begins putting it back on. "You are truly- an angel of mercy, Laura," he tells her between breaths.
"I've been getting a lot of practice lately," she tells him.
"Well, perhaps we should increase our medical coverage," he quips as he fiddles with his his shirt, his cuffs, and his watch.
"That's right," Laura says, near the kitchen now. "Joke about it."
"Well, I'm sorry-if my various bruises and abrasions annoy you. The next time I'll go to the emergency ward."
Laura looks at him. "Buckner's men could have just as easily *killed* you."
"True."
The calmness of his reply makes her mad. "Is *that* all you have to say about the subject?" she asks angrily." 'True'?"
Remington is still sitting on the arm of the couch, his shirt still open so that we can see the Ace bandage. He is surprised by Laura's anger, and just sits there, speechless, for a moment.
Finally, he says, "Uh, Laura, this Remington Steele you invented- I mean, he isn't a plumber." He gets up and walks behind the couch so that now he is directly behind her. "Look, I mean, if I am to continue playing the part, I run the risk of running into people like Buckner. Sporadically, I hope."
"I just don't like seeing you *get hurt*," Laura sighs, pacing away from him as he fastens his cuffs.
"Well, in *that* area, I agree. It's, uh, better to, uh, give than to receive," he agrees, placing a hand to his chest and then leaning on the counter.
Laura sighs, her back still to him. "I want to put my *arms* around you... hold you... comfort you..." she tells him.
He moves even closer to her, saying hopefully, "Uh, it sounds a lot better than a bandage."
"But I *can't*," she insists as she turns, confused and looks at him.
"Oh?" he asks excitedly, but patiently. "Why? What's stopping you?"
They're facing each other now as she says, "Me...< sigh> You..."... Us."
"Ah, yes! The south of France! That *wonderful* agreement we made- about not mixing business with pleasure."
Laura sits down on the arm of a chair. "I *know* it was my idea, but, uh, I'm having a hard time living with it," she admits.
Remington laughs.
"We've just become so -*distant* lately. So, so..." She struggles for the right word, but cab't find it.
"Professional?" Steele quickly suggests.
"Yes, dammit!"
"Ah," he says. "Well, ah, look, Laura-um- I realize I've been a bit standoffish lately, but, uh, I mean, I thought that's the way you wanted things. I mean, ever since we came back from France, I've tried to respect your wishes. I mean, granted, I've - I've overstepped the *mark* at times, but then again, uh you know, I'm only human," he reminds her with a charming smile.
She responds to the smile with one of her own, saying, "Thank God for that."
They laugh softly, and then the laughter fades as they sit there silently for a moment.
Finally, he says, "Our little agreement hasn't really *solved* anything, has it?"
Laura looks away as she stands up. "It's just, uh, made things more- confusing. We don't-go forward... and we *can't* go back! So we just sort of - stand here, frozen in place." She sighs deeply. "Uh."
They look deeply into each other's eyes. He leans closer to give her a couple of light kisses, then pulls her closer as the kiss deepens.
"The beginnings of a thaw?" he asks hopefully.
Another kiss, and the telephone rings, causing both of them to look disgusted.
"Of course, you really should think about getting an answering service," he tells her as she picks up the phone, remaining in his arms, just lips are mere millimeters apart.
Laura reluctantly answers. "Hello? . . . Oh, hello, Mildred," she says in a faraway voice, still looking into his eyes.
Steele is nodding constantly.
"Um hum . . . Oh, all right," she says, almost laughing aloud as Remington cuts his eyes to the ceiling and makes a pouty face. "We'll be right there."
Laura hangs up the phone and tells Steele, who is still in her arms, "That was Mildred. She just finished the work on Mulch's financial records."
"Uh huh," he mumbles, nodding.
"Says it's *very* important," she explains further.
"Um..." Steele sighs. "Ah, sometimes that woman's efficiency can be highly exasperating."
Laura puts her arms around his neck again. "Um, for once, I have to agree with you, Mr. Steele," she says, giving him another kiss. They turn together and move away, leaning against each other for support.
Have I Got a Steele for You
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"Well," he says. "Forgetting about the bellicose Mr. Buckner for the moment, it would appear that Pete Gillespe is the man we're after. I mean, he put James Ryans money and George Mulch's idea together. It would appear that he was the only one to make a profit from the whole arrangement."
Laura finishes wrapping his chest as he talks, and then takes the safety pin from her mouth and fastens the bandage with it.
He gasps, then breathlessly instructs her, saying, "Just a little tighter, Laura."
She removes the safety pin, pulls the bandage tighter, and then fastens it again with the pin, causing him to scream, "Ohhh, ohhh!" Finished with her task, she walks in front of him and pauses, her back to him; it's obvious she's upset about his injury.
Remington picks up his shirt and painfully and slowly begins putting it back on. "You are truly- an angel of mercy, Laura," he tells her between breaths.
"I've been getting a lot of practice lately," she tells him.
"Well, perhaps we should increase our medical coverage," he quips as he fiddles with his his shirt, his cuffs, and his watch.
"That's right," Laura says, near the kitchen now. "Joke about it."
"Well, I'm sorry-if my various bruises and abrasions annoy you. The next time I'll go to the emergency ward."
Laura looks at him. "Buckner's men could have just as easily *killed* you."
"True."
The calmness of his reply makes her mad. "Is *that* all you have to say about the subject?" she asks angrily." 'True'?"
Remington is still sitting on the arm of the couch, his shirt still open so that we can see the Ace bandage. He is surprised by Laura's anger, and just sits there, speechless, for a moment.
Finally, he says, "Uh, Laura, this Remington Steele you invented- I mean, he isn't a plumber." He gets up and walks behind the couch so that now he is directly behind her. "Look, I mean, if I am to continue playing the part, I run the risk of running into people like Buckner. Sporadically, I hope."
"I just don't like seeing you *get hurt*," Laura sighs, pacing away from him as he fastens his cuffs.
"Well, in *that* area, I agree. It's, uh, better to, uh, give than to receive," he agrees, placing a hand to his chest and then leaning on the counter.
Laura sighs, her back still to him. "I want to put my *arms* around you... hold you... comfort you..." she tells him.
He moves even closer to her, saying hopefully, "Uh, it sounds a lot better than a bandage."
"But I *can't*," she insists as she turns, confused and looks at him.
"Oh?" he asks excitedly, but patiently. "Why? What's stopping you?"
They're facing each other now as she says, "Me...< sigh> You..."... Us."
"Ah, yes! The south of France! That *wonderful* agreement we made- about not mixing business with pleasure."
Laura sits down on the arm of a chair. "I *know* it was my idea, but, uh, I'm having a hard time living with it," she admits.
Remington laughs.
"We've just become so -*distant* lately. So, so..." She struggles for the right word, but cab't find it.
"Professional?" Steele quickly suggests.
"Yes, dammit!"
"Ah," he says. "Well, ah, look, Laura-um- I realize I've been a bit standoffish lately, but, uh, I mean, I thought that's the way you wanted things. I mean, ever since we came back from France, I've tried to respect your wishes. I mean, granted, I've - I've overstepped the *mark* at times, but then again, uh you know, I'm only human," he reminds her with a charming smile.
She responds to the smile with one of her own, saying, "Thank God for that."
They laugh softly, and then the laughter fades as they sit there silently for a moment.
Finally, he says, "Our little agreement hasn't really *solved* anything, has it?"
Laura looks away as she stands up. "It's just, uh, made things more- confusing. We don't-go forward... and we *can't* go back! So we just sort of - stand here, frozen in place." She sighs deeply. "Uh."
They look deeply into each other's eyes. He leans closer to give her a couple of light kisses, then pulls her closer as the kiss deepens.
"The beginnings of a thaw?" he asks hopefully.
Another kiss, and the telephone rings, causing both of them to look disgusted.
"Of course, you really should think about getting an answering service," he tells her as she picks up the phone, remaining in his arms, just lips are mere millimeters apart.
Laura reluctantly answers. "Hello? . . . Oh, hello, Mildred," she says in a faraway voice, still looking into his eyes.
Steele is nodding constantly.
"Um hum . . . Oh, all right," she says, almost laughing aloud as Remington cuts his eyes to the ceiling and makes a pouty face. "We'll be right there."
Laura hangs up the phone and tells Steele, who is still in her arms, "That was Mildred. She just finished the work on Mulch's financial records."
"Uh huh," he mumbles, nodding.
"Says it's *very* important," she explains further.
"Um..." Steele sighs. "Ah, sometimes that woman's efficiency can be highly exasperating."
Laura puts her arms around his neck again. "Um, for once, I have to agree with you, Mr. Steele," she says, giving him another kiss. They turn together and move away, leaning against each other for support.
Have I Got a Steele for You
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