STEELE STETSONS

APRIL 1988, WASHINGTON D.C.

"Jeannie, for heaven's sake, sit DOWN!" Billy Melrose assumed what his wife and children referred to as his "Big Bad Boss Boom." "Quit pacing, you're driving me nuts. I'm quite certain your friend can take of herself."

Dark eyes flashing, Jeannie Melrose glared at her glowering spouse. "I've seen you more concerned when Francine is a couple of minutes late for dinner" she teased. "So Mr. Tough-guy don't tell ME not to worry, I'm a mother, it's my job to worry."

Shaking his head Billy Melrose returned to his crossword puzzle, while Mrs. Melrose continued to pace and peer out the curtains at the quiet street.

As the cab wound through the dark street, the driver glanced back at the woman, "Are you sure this is the right neighborhood lady? I mean, it's not quite, well um, I, well it just ain't your kind of neighborhood....Ma'am."

Sighing deeply Mildred Krebs shook her head. How many times over the last, what was it, 35, 40 years had she dealt with this kind of subtle prejudice? So many people assumed that skin color mattered. Well, to Millie Roberts & Jeannie Freeman it never had.

From the very first, they had been best friends, and that friendship had grown and matured over the years, despite the many miles between them. Mildred looked at the worried face of the cab driver and decided not to voice her thoughts, "Yes, Mr...." peering at the driver's ID, "D'Argentine? This is the right neighborhood."

Reluctantly the cab driver drove on, "Well, Ma'am, no disrespect meant, but some folks, you know, well, not me personally ma'am, of course, I was borned and raised in New Orleans, every been?" He paused and when Mildred didn't reply, shrugged and kept right on talking. "My people are French Creoles, you know, and they say that all of us came from the Octoroons, but don't bother me none. Nope, I figure, live and let live, but some people, well, Ma'am I could tell you stories..." He peered in the rear view mirror, and gave up. His passenger was lost in her memories.

It was St. Louis, the 1930's, the Depression. Most people were poor, and in East St. Louis, more than poor. Mildred Roberts had never been to East St. Louis. Her Papa said it wasn't safe, but she just bet her brother Hank had been, he got to do everything. Millie kicked forlornly at the ground, she was so bored! Her sister Eunice was away at Aunt Greta's but Millie had to stay home, she was to little to go visiting, that's what Papa said, his Liebchen was to stay home, close to the nest. Millie watched as a moving van pulled in across the street. Mrs. Badenburg had gone to live with her son in Detroit, and a new family was renting her house. Millie had heard Kurt Wiesbad say that the new people were "niggers." Millie had never heard that word before, but Papa sure tanned Hank's hide for using it. Papa had told Hank he wanted tolerance, whatever that meant.

"Ma'am? Ma'am?" Mildred jerked out of her thoughts and looked at the driver. "You okay ma'am? We're here."

Smiling Mildred looked up at the house, "Thank you so much Mr. D'Argentine, keep the change." Handing him the fare Mildred stepped out for the cab and stood looking at the house. She smiled, the graceful lines of the house reminded her of her friend. Yes, this was Jeannie's home.

"She's here!" Jeannie Freeman Melrose ran to the door and pulled it open. "Millie!" she yelled.

Billy followed his wife shaking his head, it was gonna be a long two weeks. By the time he reached the porch Mildred and Jeannie were embracing and crying, and poor Mr. D'Argentine was somehow caught in the middle.

Grinning Billy jogged to the curb. "Ladies, ladies, you are making quite a scene, and crushing the poor man!" Laughing Mildred and Jeannie apologized to the driver, who grinned and handed Billy Mildred's bags.

"NO problem, sir, ladies, it is a pure pleasure to see good friends reunioned, yes sir, it sure is, now if y'll excuse me, I'll be on my way, sir, ladies." With a gallant bow, the driver walked to his cab.

After settling Mildred in, Billy took his leave. "While you two catch up on gossip, I'm going to head down to the office, I have a desk full of paperwork."

Shaking her head, Jeannie watched him leave. "I thought when he got a promotion he'd be home more, but no such luck, between paperwork, locations, and his various "causes" that man is always gone!"

Mildred smiled "Come on now Jeannie, admit it your a darn proud of Billy, and his promotion and his causes. Yeah, I am pretty proud, but Millie remember "PRIDE IS A VANITY" and we all know about vanity!" Jeannie's imitation of Mrs. Peabody sent Mildred into gales of laughter.

"Oh, Jeannie it is so good to see you again" she gasped between bouts of giggles, "God I've missed you!"

Jeannie, brown eyes dancing shook her head "Oh yeah, sure you have, Ms. Private Eye! Working for the rich and famous, hobnobbing with the jet set, yeah, you missed ole me, Mrs. Housewife!"

Raising an expressive eyebrow, which started Jeannie giggling, Mildred retorted "YOU! Boring! Ha! Mrs. Jazzbaby! Hobnobbing with royalty no less, um King Edward of some place wasn't it? Singing at the Wolf Trap Jazz Fest, please!"

They collapsed into giggles as two young teens watched in amazement. Tall and lithe, Gen Melrose looked at her brother BJ and he just shrugged.

Jeannie spotted them and called out. "Genie, BJ, come and meet my ol...dear" she smiled correcting herself, "friend Mildred Krebs."

The teens walked into the room. BJ, held out is hand, "It is a pleasure to meet you ma'am."

Mildred grinned and took his hand, poking Jeannie in the ribs. "You sure YOU raised these kids Freeman?" she gently teased her friend, much to Gen's delight.

She smiled at her mother's friend, "Yes she raised us, Ma'am," Gen said holding out her hand to Mildred, "I've heard a great deal about you."

Mildred was impressed at the two self assured teens. Watching them leave she turned to Jeannie, "Great job! But tell me, what is Gen's full name, it can't be..."

Jeannie nodded, "Yep, Geniveure!"

"Oh Freeman, how could you!" Mildred smiled and reached for her purse. "My turn. This is MY family." Handing Jeannie a sheaf pictures she began, "That is Bernice DuShaine and her little girl Laura. Poor Bernice, she was widowed recently. And that is the Boss."

Jeannie looked closer at the photo "MMMM, looks good."

Mildred shook her head and handed her another picture, "This is MRS. Boss, Laura, and their baby, Katie, Katherine MILDRED."

"Cute kid, too bad they gave her such a lousy middle name." Jeannie responded as Mildred swiped at her.

Sobering she gazed at a picture of Laura and Remington taken in Mexico. "They saved my life Jeannie, they really did, I was a pretty sad case when I teamed up with them. I was nothing more than a drone for the government, and all alone. Now look at me. Here I am, a Private Investigator, with a cherished circle of friends, and..."

"And a man?" inquired Mrs. Melrose.

"Oh, Jeannie, not just one! I have several, of what Mama used to call "suitors," but no one serious."

"And Bumper?" pushed Jeannie. "Well, I guess I'll look him up while I am here, but my life is in Los Angeles now, with the Steele's."

"LAURA!"

Laura Holt-Steele looked up from her notes, "For God's sake Remington, quit shouting, you'll wake the baby! What is it?"

Remington Steele stalked into the room, "I cannot find my wine silk tie!" he whined.

Laura shook her head, "WHY do you need your tie now anyway? It's after ten." "

So I can lay out my clothing for tomorrow," Steele answered, "and my wine silk goes with my charcoal suit."

"Take a chance, wear a different tie." Laura replied.

"Really, Laura...just tell me where my tie is." Mr. Steele was not amused.

"How should I know! It's your dressing room, look." she snapped. Laura sighed and returned to her paperwork.

Steele glowered at her, and whirled around slamming the dressing room door behind him. He stood tense and silent in the cedar paneled dressing room. Then Remington took a deep breath to collect himself and turned to the door. Reentering the room, Remington stood looking at his wife surrounded by files, pillows propped behind her head. He grimaced at the sight of the custom made bed. What had ever possessed him to have the bed made so damn big? Remington smiled at the memory. "Mind if I join you?" He lifted an expressive eyebrow.

Laura glanced at her husband and then the clock. Straightening the files, she dropped them in her case. "Whatever." she said, setting her alarm and turning off her light.

Crossing the room Steele got into bed, lowered his light and reached for Laura.

"Early day tomorrow, don't forget we have to be at VariCorp at 8:00" she said, kissing his cheek and rolling over. With a deep sigh, Remington turned out his light.

Bumper and Mildred are picnicking at Rock Creek Park. The water flowed gently over the rocks, adding a soothing music to the perfect weather. "So Krebbie, do you like the District?"

"Sure, it's lovely. It's been great to catch up with Jeannie, get to know her kids, and Billy, and spend some time with you." Mildred hugged him, "what else could a girl need?"

"I got a few ideas Krebbie." grinned Bumper. Mildred laughed, enjoying the moment,

"You always do, but it's time for me to go home." Taking her hand Bumper helped her up.

As they packed up the basket he continued "Seriously, Millie, I have an idea, about us.."

Mildred put her hand over his mouth, "No, Bumper, don't. I've told you before; my life is in LA; with the Steele's. I don't want to hurt you but I can't stay."

"Not even as Mrs..."

Smiling Mildred touched his cheek, "I was married once, I doubt I'll ever marry again. Oh I know, not all men are like Walter, but I can't see myself marrying, I've grown too independent for that."

Reluctantly, Bumper conceded defeat, this time. As they walked to the car, Bumper noticed two men sitting on a park bench. He stopped dead in his tracks, as if rooted to the spot. Mildred followed his gaze and was puzzled at his intense reaction. As the taller of the two men rose and moved towards them, Bumper lowered his head and hustled a protesting Mildred to the car.

"What is going on?" Mildred wanted to know.

"Nothing for you to worry your pretty head about Krebbie."

"Don't con me Harrison! I am not some dumb bimbo. This is Krebs. Your old partner, remember!"

Backing the car out, Bumper replied "I am not conning you. Don't worry about it. It's not important, an old score. I'll fill you in over drinks, before we go dinner."

Mildred was not satisfied with this answer, but she accepted it for the time being. She agreed to meet him at his office at 5:30.

At the same time Bumpers and Mildred were leaving Rock Creek Park, Billy Melrose was chairing a mid day staff meeting. "Okay people, pay attention, Lee..." Billy sat down as Lee stood up to give his briefing.

"I promise a short one. I want to start my weekend too." Sharing a secret smile with Amanda, Lee began. "First, I'd like to announce that Mrs. King finished at the top of her training." Applause and congratulations filled the room as Amanda ducked her head.

Lee grinned and continued, "Kemadov is resettled. Good work Francine." Francine started at her name and barely acknowledged the compliment with a nod. Lee glanced at Amanda, puzzled. "And as asked, we investigated a "Canadian Connection" for Senator Levin's office. According to a source, the IRA is smuggling weapons and supplies into Britain thorough Detroit and Canada. We've set up a joint Canadian/British/American investigation. I've assigned Williams."

As Billy nodded in agreement, Lee finished. "Also, Mrs. Marston has asked whoever took her letter opener to return or she'll track you down and use it on you. I've seen it. Return it. That's it, have a nice weekend."

As people began to gather up files, Billy stood up, "Okay, one more thing, people..." he paused savoring the various reactions "...have a great weekend. Lee, Amanda, Francine, my office please."

Groaning, Lee grabbed his files as Amanda poked Francine. "Francine what's wrong?" she whispered.

"Nothing!" snapped Francine brushing past her.

Lee corralled Amanda outside the conference room, "What IS up with Francine?" Amanda shrugged. She had no idea, but she intended to find out.

Laura entered Remington's office using the connecting door. Remington was on the phone and his conversation did not set well with his wife, a fact that was plainly written on her face. Laura tapped a case file against her thigh as she paced and waited for the conversation to be over.

Oblivious to Laura's agitation, Steele kept talking. "That's great, amazing, isn't she though? Thanks again Frances, you're an angel." As he hung up, he glanced at his wife. "Katie is fine," he said as he reached for the proffered file.

"I assumed she would be" answered Laura, "after all Frances has three children of her own, I expect she can handle ours." It was clear that Laura didn't want to stay on this subject.

Remington glanced at her and smiled, "Wonderful job as always my dear." He handed Laura the file. "Is Mr. Riker pleased with you?"

Laura looked at him, confused by his arch tone. "Yes, as a matter of fact he is. Charming man, very easy to work with."

"Mmmm" Steele feigned detachment, "That's good." He bent his head over a file on his desk. "Frances said hello by the by. She says Katie's been an angel today, as always. Wonderful caregiver your sister." He handed Laura the file, "She really enjoys staying home with her children."

Laura pointedly ignored his inference and silently handed him a second file. She turned toward her office.

"Do you want me to pick our baby up?" Remington inquired coolly.

"Whatever" muttered Laura tersely.

"As usual" murmured Steele, and then louder "When will Mildred be back?"

"Tomorrow." snapped Laura slamming her office door.

In her office she leaned against the door, fighting tears, "Damn, Damn, DAMN!" she whispered.

On the other side of the wall, Remington Steele sat at his desk gazing at the closed door. "I'm sorry" he mouthed.

Bumper sat at his desk gazing at an old blurry snapshot. He let his mind wander, back, Oh at least 30 years. Harry had just formed the Agency then; they had to prove themselves. He remembered the training Harry put them thorough. If it hadn't been for Frank, he'd have washed out, despite his OSS training. In spite of the roughness, they had been good days, and good friends - all except for one man. What a pompous ass. What a pain. Grinning he remembered how much Frank had loved to take him down. Puncture that well developed ego. Frank had the smarts to do it too. He wasn't some cornpone kid, not like Bumper. Frank was smart as a whip. He'd looked like he just came off the farm, an asset said Harry. People would underestimate Frank. But Harry had been was wrong. They had underestimated their enemy. He'd had connections. Powerful connections. Bumper shook his head clearing the cobwebs of many years ago. Picking up the old file he murmured, "You were right old friend. You were right. This one's for you."

"WHO are you talking to?" Bumper smiled at Mildred. Quickly he dropped the file in a drawer. But he wasn't fast enough; Mildred caught a glimpse. Keeping her counsel for now, she smiled sweetly, "Ready for that drink" she cooed "and explanation?"

As he locked his desk, Bumper grinned, "Sure, but let me make a quick call. I'll meet you downstairs." Seeing Mildred hesitate, he sternly finished, "Need to know, Krebbie." The use of her nickname and a smile took the sting out of the words.

Mildred shook her head and walked out. Bumper made his call. He dialed a series of numbers and said "Lancer, Code Zulu Blue."

Amanda trotted around the corner trying to catch Francine. Billy was pretty put out by her lack of response to his announcement. Amanda was worried. It wasn't like Francine to allow anything to get in the way of her work. News like this, a high level leak at the agency. So high level that Billy was willing to risk a "unofficial" investigation. That was big news, important news. But Francine had acted as if Billy asked her to pick up his groceries not check into the backgrounds of some of the highest-ranking Agency personnel. She pulled up short at the sound Lee's voice.

"Mrs. King, I need to talk to you." Lee sounded like an aggravated boss.

Amanda moved to the elevator, "Just a minute." She knew better. It was just another ruse, meant to hide their true feelings. Lee intercepted her at the elevator, taking her arm and pulling in, "NOW! Mrs. King."

Agents Axcel and Bell grinned at each other. Scarecrow was fooling no one. Most of his fellow agents knew he was really hooked. It was the most talked about subject at Ned's. Scarecrow caught at last, by a pretty little housewife.

As the doors slid shut he took Amanda in his arms, "I mean I REALLY need you." he whispered as he fluttered kisses along her neck. The elevator stopped and the doors slid open. Lee suddenly let her go and Amanda barely had time to compose herself. They ascended the stairs under the amused gaze of Mrs. Marston.

At the Q Bureau Lee pulled the door shut and locked it. He pulled Amanda once more into his arms. Lee kissed her passionately and then grinned. "I have wanted to do that ALL day."

Amanda smiled and molded her body to his, practically purring. "Well, sir" she breathed "the day is finally over. Got any ideas?"

Lee savored the feel of her body against his and answered. "Plenty, which one do you want to hear?" He leaned forward and whispered in her ear delighted at her shocked expression.

"OH! Lee! I don't think THAT is possible! And if it is, are you in big trouble! Because you didn't learn it from me!"

Lee laughed and kissed the top of her head. "Jealousy thy name is Amanda!"

Amanda stepped back, hands on her hips, but laughter in her eyes, "I AM NOT jealous Lee Stetson! That much, but I swear..." As she watched his amused reaction she decided it was time for him to pay the piper. Moving toward him she wrapped her arms around his neck and tilted her face to his. After several strategically planted kisses, Amanda whispered in his ear.

Lee's eyes grew wide and he jumped back in mock horror. "WHY! Amanda, where did a nice girl like you learn a...a, delightful...thing like THAT!"

Backing him into a corner, Amanda purred "Wouldn't you like to find out MR. Stetson?" She loosened his tie and began to kiss him. Her hand traveled inside his jacket. She began to push it off his shoulders.

Lee wrapped his arms around her. "Why MRS. Stetson, I believe you are attempting to seduce me."

Tipping her face towards him she murmured "and succeeding." Lee's suit coat hit the floor.

Mildred looked around the smoky room. So this was the famous Phil's. "Bumper! Its been to long!" the gravely voiced proprietor greeted Mildred and Bumper at the door.

"And with such a beautiful and refined companion," countered a tall, familiar blonde sarcastically, exiting past.

Bumper rolled his eyes, quite used to the antics of Murphy Brown and her sidekick Phil. "A nice QUIET, SECLUDED booth please Phil."

Grinning in delight Phil lead the couple to a back booth, "Best in the place, this is where Bernstein & Woodward met Deep Throat."

Shaking his head Bumper ordered them each a drink and turned his attention to Mildred. "Quite a character your friend." she smiled.

"Phil?" Bumper nodded towards the bar, "he's a District legend."

Mildred nodded, "and the blonde?"

Bumper smiled "Jealous? Well that's a legend of another sort, Murphy Brown."

Mildred's face lit up, "I knew she looked familiar, they tried to get the boss to do FYI once, he refused." They sat in silence for a moment until Mildred could take it no longer. "Okay pal, spill, what is going on?" Bumper sighed he knew there was no holding off Krebbie forever. He hoped she'd accept the version he intended to tell her, she had to, he couldn't tell her everything, and this wasn't over yet.

The elevator doors slid open. "Evening Miss Desmond," Ralph Berger smiled at the stunning blonde.

"Oh! Hello Mr. Berger," Francine replied nodding at her neighbor. Entering her apartment, she tossed her briefcase on the couch and turned her attention to the answering machine.

Pushing play, she shed her coat. "Hi Franny, its Mummy..." She shook her head and pressed the fast forward button. A high pitched beep filled the room, and then a voice, "Ms. Desmond, this is Carlo, I must cancel our appointment of the 12th, we can reschedule on the 21st."

"Great, just great," Francine muttered, "even my hairdresser is dumping me!" Biting back tears, she grabbed her briefcase and a container of takeout and tossed them on the kitchen table.

The low slung silver sports car slowed to a stop. "Mom's home" Philip yelled. He ran pell mell through the kitchen.

"Philip don't shout I'm right here," sighed his weary grandmother. Dotty shook her head. She turned toward the oven and opened it. A quick glance told her the chicken was roasting to perfection.

Jamie ran through the door. "Lee's with her too!" The boys rushed out. After a quick hello to Lee and their mother, they turned all their attention to Lee's Vette.

Amanda left her "men" to their auto worship. She didn't get it, never would. "Hi Mother!" she kissed her mother. "Why are you so dolled up?" Dotty looked spectacular. She removed her apron.

"You like?" Dotty pirouetted for Amanda. The lavender lace panels of her skirt swirled around her. "I have a date tonight dear, Dancing," sang Dotty. "With Capt. Kurt."

"Oh Mother! I'm sorry, I forgot! It was one of those days!" Amanda smiled. She glanced at her watch. "I hope we didn't keep you."

Dotty grinned and hugged her daughter. "Don't worry, Kurt got hung up at the terminal at the last minute. There's a fresh salad in the fridge and chicken roasting in the oven." Glancing out the window, she saw Kurt and Lee talking. "Walk me out?" Taking her mother's arm Amanda headed for the backdoor.

In her immaculate living room, Jeannie looked at her husband. "I can't imagine what is keeping Millie and Bumper." Once more Jeannie Melrose paced.

"I CAN." grinned her husband, "Come over her and I'll show you." Jeannie laughed and joined Billy on the couch.

As they started to kiss, BJ walked in. "Oh man!" he groaned "Can't you guys do that some place else?"

"Sure" answered his mother "but it wouldn't be as much fun without an audience."

Flustered BJ stammered, "MOM! I, eh, um Oh jeez!" He fled the room as his parents exchanged amused smiles.

Taking his wife in his arms Billy asked "Now, where were we?"

"MOOOOM!" a shrill voice vibrated through the house. "BJ is such a jerk!"

"That's where we were." groaned Jeannie as she quickly kissed her husband and headed upstairs to moderate the battle.

"Why did we have children?" pondered Billy wistfully as he watched his wife's retreating form.

Remington glanced up as Laura padded through the room in her leotards. "Is she asleep?" he asked trying to ignore the desire the sight of Laura had kindled.

Barely glancing at him she kept walking "Yes, like an angel, I'm going to work out."

Steele reached out for her. "Laura, love I'm..." But Laura was already in her dance studio. Hesitating briefly, Remington followed her, stopping at the door of the dance studio.

Silently he watched her dance. It was a sight of which he never grew tired. As the music weaved around her, Laura was swept up in the dance and her own turbulent emotions.

Seeing her husband framed in the doorway, Laura whirled slowly to a stop. They stood and gazed at each other across the expanse of floor. As the last note faded away, they continued to stand in silence. Laura broke the silence.

Beginning softly, almost without emotion, she stated, "I love you. And I love Katherine, more than I can ever put into words. But a part of me also knows I cannot be the wife you want me to be. Or the mother you think I should be. I am not my sister. I want to work. I NEED to work. It doesn't mean I love my child any less. It is who I am, who I thought you loved, part of me."

Remington opened his mouth as if to speak, but Laura cut him off.

Fighting tears she continued, "No please, let me finish. I do love you very much. I know you love me. Since Katherine's birth, we've grown apart." Pausing, she wiped the tears from her eyes. Laura stepped back as her husband moved towards her. "No, don't touch me," she whispered. His hands dropped at his side, defeated. Laura looked at him, now only inches away. "I feel like I am being pushed out of your life. Out of the agency. Every time I try to get involved in a case. You push me out, chain me to my desk. Then you go off with Mildred, or even worse, go off on your own. And I worry. I worry so damn much I make myself sick. What if something happened to you and I wasn't there? I don't know how if I can live like this." She took a deep breath and continued. "Tomorrow, I am taking Katherine and going to Twin Pines to see Mother. I need to get away. To gain some perspective...."

Remington cut her off. "Laura, if this is because of this morning, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to sound the way it did."

Softly Laura murmured, "You haven't heard a word I said."

Remington Steele pulled his wife into his arms. He held her tightly against him and buried his face in her hair. Releasing his grip, he placed a finger under her chin, raised her face, and kissed her gently.

"Laura" he whispered "I did hear you. I am so sorry. I never realized what I was doing. Or how much I was hurting you. I'm not much good with words, love." Feeling Laura relax he smiled a crooked little smile. "I love you so much. I want to protect you. Keep you as safe as possible. You and Katie are my life. Without you, I am nothing. I am alone. Adrift. I don't think I could live without you. I'm sorry love. That is who I am."

Resting her head on his shoulder Laura sighed deeply. "So here we are again. At odds. Both wanting something the other can't give. Where do we go from here?"

Remington kissed her tears away. "I honestly don't know love, but I think we can find the answer...together."

Inside a rundown warehouse, Mildred knelt down. "Bumper? Harrison!" a concerned Mildred whispered. "Oh God, please Bumper wake up." Fear etched on her face Mildred wiped her companion's forehead, trying to bathe an ugly gash. Gently lowering his head Mildred got up and walked over to the door.

"HEY!" Mildred yelled, "Hey, whoever you are, give a gal a break! At least give me some water and bandages or else he'll bleed to death. I don't think you are STUPID enough to add murder to your already impressive list of crimes!"

She waited and finally turned her attention back to Bumper. He lay motionless on a cot shoved in the corner of their prison. Mildred sighed with relief as Bumper took a shallow breath. She moved around the room, looking for an exit. The room was barely 8X10 and had one door and one window, boarded over. Mildred shook her head, if only they hadn't taken her purse!

The sound of a key in the lock sent her rushing to Bumper's side. If they meant to hurt him, well, they'd have to deal with Mildred Krebs first. A tall thin man entered and handed Mildred a bowl of water and some cloths. "Will this do Madam?" he asked.

Mildred looked up startled. The accent was Russian, like Ivan's. "Y-y-yes" she stammered, thrown by this turn of events.

The man smiled. A gentle smile. "Do not worry yourself Madame Krebs, you will not be harmed. You are only the bait." He bowed, turned and left.

As she shifted her attention back to Bumper, Mildred muttered to her herself "Only the bait? For what?"

"But Billy, Millie is 5 HOURS late!" Jeannie Melrose was frantic. It was 11:00 PM, and Mildred and Bumper had been expected for Millie's farewell dinner at 6:00.

Sighing Billy rose, "Give me couple of minutes sweetheart I'll make some calls. I've got a few connections. We've done some documentaries for several local departments..."

Jeannie looked at her husband, "Documentaries? Billy really..."

Billy Melrose shook his head silently and Jeannie glanced over her shoulder.

BJ stood there jacket in hand, trying to sneak out. "William Melrose JR. you should be in bed!" His mother whirled on him. "Now march! Upstairs! And I am right behind you!"

As she headed for the stairs, she turned to Billy, "Please, make those calls darling."

Billy walked to his study and picked up the phone. "Melrose here, I've got a problem, patch me to Scarecrow."

Lee Stetson was feeling pretty good. He'd just spent a great evening with his stepsons. Now he and Amanda were curled up together on the sofa enjoying a glass of wine. Yes Sir, he reflected, Life was pretty darn good. Dotty was out with her Captain and the boys were asleep. Things couldn't be better. "I don't know why I fought being "normal" for so long" he murmured, "this is wonderful"

Amanda rolled her eyes "Lee Stetson you will never be "normal." That one of reasons I love you."

Teasing Lee tickled her "Only one? What are the others? Hmm? Tell me!"

Amanda giggled and tried to squirm away from him. "NEVER! I will never reveal my secrets!" Gasping for breath she rolled away from Lee, who trapped her on the floor and pinned her to the floor. Straddling her, he planted kisses along her throat.

"So you refuse Mrs. Stetson, well let me warn you I know some very, um, exotic tortures."

Her voice husky with passion Amanda gasped, "In that case, Mr. Secret Agent, I'll NEVER confess." The ring of the phone only slightly distracted them.

Lee urged Amanda to ignore it. She reached out and grabbed the phone. In between kisses she answered in a very breathy whisper, "Hello."

"Amanda?" Billy Melrose queried, "Is Lee there?" Amanda pulled herself awkwardly to a sitting position and replied hastily, "Oh! Yes Sir, uh...just a minute..."

Raising an eyebrow in response to the peculiar sound of Amanda's voice and smiling in spite of his own worries, Billy muttered under his breath, "About time." Turning his attention back to the phone, he said, "Lee, I won't even ask why you are at Amanda's at this hour. I'll just assume its business. Anyway, it saves me a phone call. I want you and Amanda in my office within the hour. Yes, in one hour, I'll fill you in then. Lee, I realize it's late, and the weekend. But man, I need your help." Billy's tone softened, "it's important to me, and Jeannie. Thanks friend." Hanging up he dialed again.

Francine Desmond sat at her table; the remains of take out scattered among piles of paperwork. A burst of laughter pulled her attention away from her work. She got up and stretched walking over to the window. Looking down she watched a young couple strolling up the sidewalk. Wrapping her arms around herself she shivered and tried to ignore the tears sliding down her face. Wheeling around she packed up her briefcase and began turning out the lights.

The phone rang and she lunged for it. "Hello?" she answered hopefully, "Oh, Billy" dejected she sat down, "What's up?" She scribbled notes as she listened to Billy. "No don't apologize. I owe you and Jeannie a lot. It's not problem." She got up and began picking up the clutter. "No Billy, It's okay. Really. I don't have any plans. See you in an hour. Give my love to Jeannie." Replacing the receiver in its cradle, Francine reached for her keys and brief case and headed for the door.

Bumper was moaning as he woke up. He worked his jaw stiffly and with a cracking voice called out, "Krebbie... Mildred?"

"Shh, Bumper, lay down, I'm fine." Mildred soothed him, wiping his face gently with a damp rag. He chose to ignore her order and struggled to sit up. As she helped him sit up, Bumper reached for her face.

"Oh Krebbie, I am sorry, damned sorry."

"Hush Bumper." Mildred kissed his palm, "I'm fine. And believe me, this is not a new experience. And our jailer at least is a gentleman."

Bumper shook his head, "You are one hell of a woman Mildred Krebs, one hell of a woman."

Mildred smiled wanly and then sobered, "Okay Bumper, the truth this time. I think now I HAVE a need to know."

Reluctantly he agreed, "You deserve the truth Mildred. It all started about 20 years ago, I was working for another agency then, out in LA..."

"Jeez Frank, you sure?" Bumper Harrison gazed at his partner "Really sure?"

Frank looked at Bumper "Darn sure. Would I take a crazy risk like this if I weren't? We both know there's a leak. And if it isn't you, me, or your kid Melrose, then it can only be one other person. And we both know who that is."

Bumper watched his partner pace, "For heaven's sake Frank sit down. You make me crazy with that pacing! Okay fine. I'll take the meet. You got a wife and kids to think about."

"NO WAY!" his partner leapt to his feet, "I'm taking this meet. The guy is jumpy enough. One glimpse of the unfamiliar and he'll bolt. I'll be fine. I promise. You just keep Austin out of the way. Melrose can work the listening post."

Looking at the expression on Bumper's face Frank clapped him on the shoulder, "Not to worry old friend. It's a piece of cake. And my last field assignment." Whistling Frank began to lay out his plans.

"But it wasn't the "piece of cake" Frank thought." Bumper finished. "The meet went bad. The informant was a plant. A hired gun sent to eliminate Frank. I had to take him out. I cleaned up best I could. But Frank had to be sanitized. He went into deep cover. Those poor little kids..."

Mildred was shocked "You mean he had to leave his family?!"

Bumper nodded sadly, "Yep, that night he was relocated. Harry wouldn't risk the safety of Frank's family. I resigned, joined the IRS."

"And," inquired Mildred, "this has something to do with that?"

"The man Frank suspected was a mole was never caught. I knew who he was. And finally I have proof. Bi.. My protege is still working for the Agency. I tried to call him. I had to leave a priority message. Krebbie I have a score to settle. I promised Frank."

Mildred was touched by Bumpers devotion to his old partner. "Did you ever seen Frank again?" she asked softly.

"RING, BBBRING..."

Remington Steele cursed and reached towards the offending instrument. "Steele here, do you know what time it is?"

Laura opened one eye and groaned pulling the pillow over her head.

"What the bloody hell! Since when?" Don't you have any..."

Laura was awake now, Steele's tone telling her something was very wrong. She glanced towards the nursery, then turned her attention back to her husband.

"NO, I will not bloody stay put! My wife and I will be on the next available flight!" He slammed down the receiver.

Laura touched his shoulder, "Remington, what's wrong, is it Daniel?"

Steele turned touched by the concern in Laura's voice. "No Luv" he said softly, "Mildred's missing, get packing, we're going to D.C."

The Agency was deserted at this hour of the morning. "OK." Billy looked at Lee, Amanda and Francine, "we have to assume that Bumper may have found our leak. Millie got caught in the flak. The message Bumper left me was an old top priority code. Long since discarded. So our switchboard had no idea that is was Priority One."

Lee shook his head "I've heard plenty of stories about this Bumper. Didn't he help Harry found the Agency?"

Billy nodded, "Yes. It was Bumper who recruited me. He was my mentor. At least until he resigned." As he sat down, he looked to Francine. "What do you have on Mildred?"

They all waited expectantly and finally Amanda poked her, "Francine?"

"Oh, sorry, tired" sputtered Francine, ignoring the look Amanda gave her. "I don't have much on Mrs. Krebs. Born and raised in St. Louis. Went to NYC. Married and divorced one Walter Krebs. No children. She was an IRS agent for several years. LA office 1968 to 1981. Spent several years on the fraud squad. She was dismissed in '81. During an audit of Remington Steele Investigations, she went to Acapulco with Steele and his associate. Spent too much time there. Her superior had her fired. She joined the Steele Agency shortly afterward as an Office Manager. In 1988 obtained her Private Investigators license."

She handed Amanda a photo; she glanced at it and passed it to Lee. "The couple in the photo are Remington Steele and his "wife/partner" Laura Holt-Steele. Apparently the child is theirs."

Lee nodded and handed the picture to Billy. "Any family?" he questioned.

"Yes" answered Francine "A sister who lives in Seattle. One nephew, Bernard. Currently living in LA Her parents and brother are deceased."

Lee glanced at Billy, "Have they been notified?"

Billy shook his head, "No. I personally notified Mr. Steele, who unfortunately is on his way, wife and child in tow, I presume."

"Good work Francine. Lee, I want you and Amanda to check out the Steele's. I want a report in one hour." As they left, Billy remembered something, "Oh Amanda, I want you to pick up the Steele's at Dulles. And keep a close eye on them. Especially him. I'm afraid he'll go off on his own."

The chessboard was set up and ready for play. Grinning at Gregory his comrade lit yet another cigarette. "I told you my friend. Melrose would pull his little pets into this operation. All of them. And soon, very soon, I will have won the game."

Gregory grimaced, "Don't be so sure, you've underestimated the Scarecrow before. Remember Stemwinder? And Mrs. King..."

Glaring at him, he partner snarled "Be quiet you idiot, Mrs. King got lucky that's all! And as I recall, you've also underestimated our little housewife."

Gregory smirked, "This is true. So we must proceed with caution. This Mr. Steele has quite a reputation. Have you heard of his run ins with the KGB?" He completely destroyed Finches cell. And then there was the caviar scandal..."

Lee held the door of the Q Bureau open for Amanda. "I tell you, Amanda I'm sure I've met the guy someplace before," he declared.

Amanda confused asked, "So this is a problem? After all he is pretty famous."

"But Amanda, when I knew him, or think I met him, he name wasn't Remington Steele. It was Paul something. I think. Damn his face is familiar!"

Amanda smiled and kissed Lee's cheek "Settle down big guy, I'll do Mrs. Steele's background check. You can solve your mystery yourself."

Lee settled at his desk, and punched up Steele's file on his PC, his mind wandering back 10 or so years.

The party at the Duc de Champiange's townhouse was in full swing, and Lee "Stedman" was doing what he did best, playing the part of the world-weary playboy. It was only a cover. His objective was the Duc's safe and some highly classified papers.

Across the room, a tall thin man was regaling the guests with tales of Monaco and Caanes. His name this trip was Paul Fabrini. He was on retainer with Pastilles Insurance. His job tonight was to retrieve from the Duc's safe a fortune in uncut diamonds, worth millions. The Duc was a man of many talents. At his signal, Paul's partner, a very pretty lass from Messina, would cause a scene. And Paul would slip into the study and open the safe. As soon as he was out, Madeline would recover from her swoon.

Lee couldn't believe his luck; the pretty girl's fainting spell gave him the opening he was looking for. Taking the steps two at a time he sprinted towards the study. As he entered, Paul Fabrini stepped into the shadows quietly.

Lee approached the safe and as he reached for it, he saw a shadow out of the corner of his eye. Drawing his gun, he faced the man holding a candlestick in his hand. "Find what you are looking for pal?" he inquired. "Yes thanks mate." replied the man before dropping the candlestick and leaping out the window.

Lee leaned out and watched as the man nimbly climbed down the trellis. Holstering his gun and turning to the safe, he mused, "Pretty darn good for an amateur."

Remington entered the nursery to find Laura packing for Katie. "Laura what are you doing?"

She looked at him, "Packing." she replied shortly. "But Luv, those are Katie's little things"

"Very good Mr. Steele, I always knew you'd make a great detective." teased his wife.

"But I thought we'd leave Katie with Frances."

"Not this time. Listen buster, if you think I am going to go 2 thousand miles away and leave my baby, you're nuts! If I go, Katie goes. And LUV, I am going!" Laura stood hands on hips and chin out. Her eyes dared Steele to tell her different.

Steele smiled and kissed the top of her head. "Okay Luv you win, let's get going."

Amanda sat in front of Billy's desk and cleared her throat. "Laura Katherine Holt-Steele. Born in LA 1956. Her parents are Franklyn Holt and the former Abigail Garland...." Amanda looked at Billy who has started at the mention of Franklyn Holt.

"Go on Amanda" he said regaining control. Glancing at Lee, Amanda continued.

"Graduated, with honors from Stanford. Apprenticed at Havenhurst Agency, Inc. Left to form her own agency, Laura Holt Investigations, which folded in six months. Joined Steele Agency in 1980. Full partner by 1982. She and Mr. Steele were married in 1987. One child. Katherine, six months old." Pausing Amanda smiled wistfully, and Lee got up to pace. He picked up Amanda's notes.

"The Steele Agency has been involved with some pretty shady things Billy. Including the Kemadov defection with Tony Roselli."

Billy nodded, "Okay what about Mr. Steele?"

Lee looked at Amanda and answered, "Our own files are pretty sketchy Billy. Vague references to government ties, but which government isn't clear. He is Irish born, but apparently had no real base of operations until he met Mrs. Steele. He inherited a castle from the late Earl of Claridge. But he is not a family member. All in all, a man of mystery, real or faked."

"Sir?" queried Amanda.

Billy looked at Amanda. "Yes Amanda?"

"Mrs. Steele has one sister. Her mother owns a resort in Northern California. The odd thing is her father disappeared about 20 years ago. But recently a retired MI6 agent Francis Riley has, um, walked into her life. And her mother's..."

"Yes Amanda, I know all about that." Billy avoided Lee's pointed look. "Okay. Let's get busy. Lee, check out Bumper's office. I'll go through Millie's things, or have Jeannie do it. Amanda, the Steele's will arrive in about 1 1/2 hours, please see to them. Francine is out checking on their last know location."

Francine leaned across the bar. "Come on Phil, you know everything and everyone in the District," said Francine, is trying to pump Phil for information on Mildred and Bumper.

"Don't you bat those baby blues at me Desmond. Phyllis'd kill me for even smiling at you, sweetheart. You know how she gets. Remember the last time?"

Grinning Francine moved in for the kill. "Philly, tell Francine or Francine'll tell Phyllis that we are "more" than pals, hmmmm, come on Philly...."

Phil knew that Francine means business. But his reputation was on the line. The door opened and his means of escape entered. Frank Fontana.

Fontana spied Francine and moved in. "Hey, beautiful how about you and me...."

Francine rolled her eyes, "For pity's sake Fontana, you still using that line? I've told you and told you, no way, no how, when hell freezes..." Turning back to the bar, she moaned, "Where did Phil go?"

Frank settled beside her. "So, Desmond, how are things in the film biz?" he oozed.

Grabbing her coat Francine fled groaning, "I just can't win this week!!!!"

The Steele's sat and waited at Dulles, Mr. Steele none to patiently. As Laura tried to soothe Katherine, Remington paced searching for their escort.

"WHERE is that King woman?" Steele growled "The Fed said she'd be here to pick us up!"

"Remington, will you calm down!" hissed Laura "She's probably stuck in traffic. Gridlock is an art form here."

Whirling around Remington roared "CALM DOWN! Mildred is missing. The bloody Feds called us in the middle of the night! We had to fly coach. And YOU want ME to calm down!"

Laura shook her head as Katherine began to whimper. "Great, just great. First, you cause a scene. Now you've waked the baby. Wonderful. Anything else you need to accomplish Mr. Steele?" Laura snapped sarcastically. Remington grabbed his carry-on and stalked off.

"Where are you going?" cried Laura. She looked down at her daughter and whispered "Katie, your father is the most pigheaded, stubborn, reckless, impulsive, impossible..."

"Mrs. Steele?" a voice inquired.

Turning Laura smiled at the tall brunette holding a car seat. "Yes, um, Mrs. King?"

"Hi," Amanda chirped, "I'm Amanda, sorry to be late, but I had a terrible time finding Jamie's old car seat, and the traffic, well you can imagine, Jamie's my youngest, but he's fourteen now, and gosh, you must be exhausted, here, let me take that precious baby and we'll just find us a skycap, where is Mr. Steele?"

As the torrent of words trickled to a stop, Laura stood speechless. Her lips silently formed one word, "Frances." Out loud she replied, "Sorry, Mrs. King, I am quite tired. My husband had some business to attend to. Shall we go?"

A quick glance at Laura's face stopped Amanda before she could voice the thought that had just occurred to her. How could Mr. Steele find them, when he had no idea who Amanda even was?

Lee sat in Amanda's bright breakfast nook finishing up a cup of coffee when Dotty strolled into the kitchen.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded. Looking around for her daughter, Dotty continued, "and where are Amanda and the boys?"

Lee turned, a smart answer forming on his lips, but one look at Dotty's disapproving face told him tread softly. "I dropped the boy's off at soccer practice and Amanda is at the airport."

Dotty leaned against the counter and folded her arms across her chest, "Fine, but what are YOU doing here?"

Lee shifted and looked up at Dotty. "Do you disapprove of me Mrs. West?"

"No, Lee. Not you. But the lifestyle you and Amanda seem to live. Well frankly Lee, I don't think you are a good influence on Amanda. Or Jamie and Philip."

Lee nodded, "I will accept the responsibility for the "lifestyle" I got Amanda into. Our hours are not "normal." But as for being a bad influence." he replied "I don't think that is true. I have done my level best to make certain the boys are aware of my respect and admiration for their mother. And for you Mrs. West."

Dotty smiled "Fine. I'll accept that, but just what are your intentions Lee? I don't want Amanda or the boys to loose another man in their lives. It wouldn't be fair."

Lee grimaced; somehow, he knew this was coming. He and Amanda had discussed how to deal with their odd marriage. However, they had yet to come with a satisfactory explanation to their family and friends as to why they didn't get married. "Mrs. West, Dotty" Lee pleaded "I, um, well, I just feel that this a subject that should be discussed with Amanda. All of us. I don't feel comfortable discussing my and Amanda's relationship, uh, well..."

Dotty smiled, "I understand Lee. I just worry. It's a mother's job you know."

Against Gregory's better judgment, his partner had allowed the couple to be unguarded. "Hurry," hissed Mildred, as she looked over her shoulder once again.

Bumper sighed and returned his concentration to the lock. "Listen sweetheart" he snarled, weary of Mildred's exhortations, "If you think you can do better, be my guest!"

Mildred rolled her eyes and grabbed the butter knife from him. "There isn't a lock built that can best Mildred Krebs, I learned from the best."

Bumper raised an unbelieving eyebrow and wisely kept his counsel. Mildred hunkered down and set her mind firmly on the task at hand. Now it was Bumper's turn to glance anxiously over his shoulder.

As his partner sat, contemplating a chessboard, Gregory paced. "I don't like it, I think you are underestimating Mr. Harrison and his companion."

As he stubbed out his cigarette, the partner rose. "Nonsense, my friend. Harrison is an old worn out paper jockey. The lady is nothing more that a glorified secretary." He bent, picked up a chess piece and tossed it to Gregory. "Pawns, my old friend, pawns." He turned and put a cigarette in his holder, as he lit it he reached for another piece. "I am only interested in Melrose. The king as it were. Once I have him checkmated, I will destroy him and all his Agency minions!"

Gregory starred in horror. For the first time, he realized his partner was truly unbalanced.

The lock gave way. "Got it!" whispered Mildred triumphantly. Bumper, suitably impressed helped her up.

"Amazing Krebbie," his kissed her gently, "you are truly amazing."

They moved slowly towards the door certain to find it guarded. To their surprise, there was no guard. As he breathed a sigh of relief, Bumper grabbed Mildred's hand and they moved slowly down the hallway.

"Billy," a drawn and wan Francine stood in the doorway, "have you called Jeannie yet?"

Billy looked up, exhaustion etched on his face. "Why?" he queried. "I have nothing to tell her, there has been no news on Bumper and Mildred."

Francine crossed the room and sat down on the couch. "Billy, there is nothing worse then sitting and waiting for the phone to ring." She grimaced and twisted, trying to find a comfortable position. "I know from bitter experience." she continued. "Call her. Just hearing your voice will make her feel better. I promise."

Billy looked at Francine. His concern for her apparent. "Francine, are you all right?"

Slowly, Francine nodded. "Sure Billy, just tired, who isn't?"

Billy nodded, "Okay, fine, whatever you say." His tone changed as he reached for the phone. "I'm calling Jeannie. But I want you to go up to the infirmary and get a few hours shut eye." At Francine's irritated look, he barked. "That is an order Desmond, not a request!"

The doorbell chimed. "I'll answer that," Dotty jumped up at the sound.

Lee grinned and began picking up the remains of the gourmet breakfast he had fixed for himself and Dotty. He began whistling, and stopped suddenly when Dotty came into the kitchen.

The man with her was tall, wiry, and impossibly good-looking--and familiar, too familiar to Lee.

"Mr. King?" he inquired.

Lee glared, the smooth as silk British accent was grating. "NO. I am Lee Stetson, Mrs. King's, um..."

"Fiancé" interjected Dotty.

Remington Steele grinned and bowed slightly to Dotty. "Sorry, my mistake." He glanced pointedly at the dishes in Lee's hands. Lee hastily dumped them into the sink. "Steele, Remington Steele, I am looking for my wife, Laura Holt-Steele."

Lee rolled his eyes at Steele's James Bondian intonation. "Why would your wife be here?" an enthralled Dotty exclaimed.

Before Remington could answer her, Lee quickly explained. "Amanda and I are doing a documentary about married couples who work together. Mr. and Mrs. Steele are one of the couples."

At Dotty's invitation, Remington settled himself at the table. "I think this will be a fascinating piece of film. Don't you Mrs. West?" Dotty smiled and agreed as Lee gritted his teeth.

Mildred glanced up and down the alleyway. "Okay, fine, we're out, so now do we go to the FBI?"

"God, no!" Bumper yelped, horrified by Mildred's suggestion. "The man who engineered this has power that reaches the White House."

Mildred looked skeptical. "If you say so, but what do we do?"

Bumper thought for a minute and then cheered. "If I could get a message to my old partner, Lancer..."

"How are you going to do that?" Mildred asked.

"There is a drop we used to use in the old days, and just for fun we occasionally use it today."

Mildred grimaced; this was a little to "Hollywoodish" for even her. "A secret message, really Bumper!"

Bumper was chagrined. "Got a better idea?" He looked at a silent Mildred. "I didn't think so, come on."

Amanda glanced at her companion as she maneuvered the Cherokee thorough the city. Something was bothering Mrs. Steele, there was no doubt about that. Laura sat and stared out the window, letting Amanda's chatter flow over her. Her mind wandered, back to the beginning. Murphy had been suspicious from the very first. And the moment "Ben Pierson" appeared at the office, Laura was hooked. The man intrigued her. She never intended to fall in love with him. Never. Poor Murph, he had tried so hard to win her heart. Laura sighed. But she had fallen in love. And it had scared the hell out of her. She remembered how her mother had been consumed by her love for Laura's father. And what had happened when he disappeared. It took years and years for Laura's mother to recover. When Remington proposed, Laura had thought her life was complete. And then the whole mess with Keyes. She had been terrified at the thought of losing him. But since Katherine's birth. Frankly, there were times Laura wished he would go away. Not to far away of course, and not always. Laura sighed deeply.

Amanda's voice dragged Laura back into the present. "Mrs. Steele? We're here." Laura looked up at the white house, with the white picket fence and sighed again. The O'Hansens all over again.

As he paced the living room, Gregory's companion scowled. "So my friend, you have allowed our bait to slip the hook."

Gregory rose to his full height and glowered down. "Comrade. I allowed no one to escape. You were the one who insisted that our..." he paused and began to pace. "Our guests were to old, infirm and witless. Once more Doctor, your smug superiority has betrayed you.

Gregory's comrade lit a cigarette and shoved it in a pricey tortoise shell holder. He rose slowly, gazing at the painting over the fireplace. "Are you suggesting that I am at fault here?"

Gregory picked up a statuette, glanced at the artist's signature and replaced it on the table. "My dear Doctor, I am not suggesting anything." He allowed his gaze to fall on his companion. "However, it was you who came to us, you who proposed this operation. And ultimately you will either profit or pay for its outcome."

The doctor straightened his Italian suit and glared at Gregory. "You are not to speak to me in that tone sir. I will not tolerate it."

Gregory looked down at the doctor. "You, comrade. Will do whatever I say. This is my operation. Using my people. Perhaps you should have thought about that before you allowed your lavish lifestyle to bring it to this point. You are a very intelligent man. You had to know that one day we would demand more of you. More than petty little secrets. More than which agents presented the greatest threat to the Party." He walked to the door of the handsomely appointed room. "I am returning to my home. Are the listening devices in place?"

His comrade nodded, already lost in the past. He had wanted to be important. To be "somebody." He was a "downstairs" child. Papa was a gardener. A damn fine one. The best. Mama, a nursemaid, also a fine one. Their little boy had been named for the man his parents had worked for at the time of his birth. He played with the children of the rich, shared their tutors, and wore their cast-offs. But he was never really one of them. He learned that lesson at Choate and Harvard. He didn't really belong. So he had learned to hide the pain, to build a wall. The lonely little boy grew into a very lonely young man. But he persevered, and if he made few friends, he did develop many valuable connections among the very rich with whom he lived. He used his connections to join the OSS. But he never really belonged there either. His fellow trainees thought him smug and pretentious. But he knew the right people, attended the right parties. Finally he belonged. He met with Presidents. They came and went. He stayed. He dined with Counts and Kings. He danced and slept with the most beautiful and influential women in Washington. No one was going to bring him down. No one. They would fail, as the others had failed. He was important.

The sunlight streamed through the living room windows. "Isn't she beautiful?" Amanda smiled at Lee. Dotty beamed.

"Uh, yeah, sure, she's cute." stammered Lee. He backed away as if Amanda held an explosive, not a baby.

Remington grinned and held his arms out. Amanda handed him his daughter. As her father rocked her back and forth, Katie cooed. Laura watched her eyes shiny with unshed tears.

Amanda jumped in. "Where are my manners! Mother, Lee. This is Laura Holt-Steele. Laura, this is my mother. Dorothea West. And my...uh, um..."

"Fiancé" interjected Lee. "Lee Stetson. A pleasure to met you Mrs. Steele."

"Mr. Stetson, Mrs. West." nodded Laura. "I see you have already met my wandering husband." Remington glared at Laura.

Amanda tried to cover the tension between Laura and Remington with chatter. She failed miserably. Laura was spoiling for a fight and Remington was sullen. Lee finally suggested they all head for IFF.

The traffic was light this time of day. "Mrs. King. I must apologize for my behavior. I hope your mother wasn't offended."

Amanda turned and looked at Laura. "Don't worry. And please, call me Amanda." She smiled. "Mother is pretty used to married couples fighting. She and my Dad had some doozies. Not to mention Joe and I were known to go at it pretty good."

"Joe?" I thought your fiancé's name was Lee?" Laura tried not to be too obvious in her curiosity.

Amanda grinned. "Joe was my first husband. Sweetest man alive. He just wasn't cut out to be a husband and father."

"Oh! I didn't mean to pry. I'm sorry." Laura avoided Amanda's gaze.

"Yes you did." laughed Amanda. "It's an occupational hazard, I'd expect. Curiosity, I mean. Not divorce." She looked archly at Laura.

"Yes it is. Curiosity. Not divorce. Remington is a sweet guy too," Laura paused, "in his own way." She never opened up to anyone like this, not even Bernice. "It's just that, well..."

Amanda pulled the car over. "You look like you need someone to talk to. How about a drink?"

Laura smiled. "Thanks. That sounds wonderful."

"Great," smiled Amanda, "I know just the place."

Remington Steele gazed out the car window. He shifted slightly in the seat. Frankly, Steele found the Corvette too small, and certainly too flashy. He glanced at his companion.

Lee tried to ignore the man beside him. There was something about the guy that bugged him. He was too smooth, too confident. Not to mention the fact that Lee was positive that he knew him, from somewhere, a long time ago.

Remington tried to ignore Stetson's intent gaze. He looked at the approaching D.C. skyline. It was a sight that stirred most people. The view from the bridge encompassed most of the monuments. But Steele was a thousand miles and many years away. In France. At the party of the year.

Paul Fabrini watched the proceeding with jaded eyes. The Duc's parties were predictable and boring. In fact, this whole scene was beginning to bore Paul. It was time to move on. His gaze landed on Madeline. Pity. She was a spectacular specimen. Lustrous black hair, her heritage from her Spanish father. Deep blue eyes, so blue they were almost black, her mother's contribution. A body that made old man weep, and young men weak at the knees. Remarkable girl. Paul watched as she moved through the crowd. She had completely captivated the Count De le Crois. Poor old fool. Maddie was the product of the Paris streets, a true child of the underworld. She would admit, if pressed, to being descended from the desposed royal family. Paul sighed; yes he would miss Maddie. She was spectacular. He glanced at his wristwatch. Almost time. He caught Maddie's eye and she winked. Lithe as a cat, he moved up the marble staircase. Below he could hear the sound of the party. Paul located the study. He grinned. Daniel was right. An inside source was invaluable. Paul smiled as he thought about the little maid. Yvette. Wonderful girl. Entering the study, he began to ply the only trade he knew. Safecracking. A sound outside the door caused him to scamper behind the draperies. A thin ray of light cut through the darkness and a figure entered. Paul grabbed up a candlestick and moved silently toward his prey.

"Damn! I knew it! You're him aren't you?" Remington jumped and looked at Lee puzzled. Suddenly it became clear. Lee Stetson was the young man in the Duc's study! Remington grinned and nodded. "Pleasure to meet you, again."

Lee wasn't so amused by the irony. "You...are a..." he sputtered. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white. "You are a thief!" Lee spat out.

Remington raised an ironic eyebrow. "And what precisely were YOU doing in that study?"

Lee glared at Steele. "I was there on a matter of National Security!" he bellowed. "I doubt you can claim the same circumstances."

"On the contrary" replied Steele "I was there on the behalf of the L.I.C."

"And just WHAT is the L.I.C.?" inquired Lee. Before Remington could answer, Lee's phone rang. He grabbed it and growled "Scarecrow here." As he listened to Francine, he tried to ignore the amused Mr. Steele.

The bartender handed the ladies their drinks. "Thanks Ned." Amanda graced the proprietor with a smile. He grinned back and moved off.

Laura looked around the room. Even during the early afternoon, Nedlinger's was crowded. What amazed her was the mix of people. It seemed that every nationality was represented.

"So" smiled Amanda "Feeling better?"

Laura smiled sourly. "Not really. I guess I'm not much company for you." She toyed with her drink while Amanda waited patiently. Laura looked up at Amanda's open face. Somehow, Amanda reminded her of Mildred. Laura smiled to herself. They were worlds apart those two. Amanda was a suburban housewife-and government agent. Laura looked at her. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Certainly, but I'll warn you. My answer will depend on just how personal it is." answered Amanda.

"No, Nothing like that. I was just curious." Laura grinned. "I'm always curious. But specifically, how did you end up working for, um the...IFF?"

Amanda laughed. "Actually Laura, it's a very complicated and lengthy story. The short version is I was in the right place at the wrong time, or the wrong place at the right time." She smiled at the eager look on Laura's face. "I just "fell" into it. Chance meeting." She shook her head. "I don't have time to go into the details now." Billy'll scream if we are any later."

Steele looked at Lee. "Scarecrow?" he smirked "you certainly don't resemble a scarecrow. Perhaps your quaint little nom de plume comes from that charming MGM movie, Judy Garland, Ray Bolger, 1939, The Wizard of Oz?"

Stetson favored Steele with a glare that spoke volumes. Specifically one word, murder. "If my memory serves me correctly, and it usually does, you have a hatful of your own aliases, Mr. Fabrini." Lee growled. Remington shrugged. "Different time. Different life." He glanced over at Lee's tense form. "Listen mate, for Mildred and Bumper's sakes why don't we call a truce?" Remington held out his hand.

Reluctantly Lee grasped Steele's out stretched hand. "For their sakes." he nodded. "But on one condition." Lee looked at Remington. "Don't ever call me mate again!"

Remington smiled. "Agreed. M... Lee?" At Lee's nod Steele continued, "So where do we meet your friend. What do you call him?"

"Her." Lee answered briefly. "Mouse. At a safehouse." He quickly checked his mirrors. "I hope the word she has on your Mildred is good news."

Remington turned his face to the window. "So do I, God, so do I." he murmured.

Billy looked up as Amanda and Laura entered his office accompanied by Francine. "Ladies." he rose and offered Laura his hand. "Mrs. Steele, I'm Billy Melrose."

Laura shook his hand. "Melrose?" she mused as she settled herself beside Amanda on the couch. "As in Mildred's Jeannie?"

Billy nodded. "Yes Mrs. Steele. Jeannie is my wife. And Harrison Bumpers is my friend."

"Laura, please." Laura smiled weakly. "I only met Mr. Bumpers once. Mildred is quite fond of him. I can't believe she'd drag him into a dangerous situation."

"Actually" put in Francine "It looks like Mr. Bumpers may have dragged your Ms. Krebs in the situation." She glanced at Billy. He nodded and Francine continued. "Mr. Bumpers is an IRS supervisor. However, prior to that he was an Agency operative."

Billy glanced at Laura. So this was Frank's little girl. She looked like her mother. Except for her coloring. That was pure Frank. Billy had only seen her once, 20 years ago, on that terrible night. He let his mind wander as Francine briefed Amanda and Laura.

Billy Melrose couldn't believe his ears. The intent of the plans he'd overheard stunned him. He tossed down his earpiece and grabbed the phone. Damn! Bumper was out of range. He stood in the middle of the room. If he left the listening post unmanned, it could mean his career. And if he stayed and did nothing, it could mean Frank's life. Decision made, Billy grabbed his jacket, checked his holster and ran for the car. Racing through the Los Angeles streets, he prayed none of L.A.'s finest spotted him. He tried once more to raise Bumper. Slamming the mike down, he peered ahead. The street was dark and winding. He slowed. Billy picked up the scrap of paper where he'd scrawled Frank's address. God, please, let him still be home, Billy prayed silently. There it was. Billy looked at the neat, tidy yard. A bike leaned against the fence. Streamers hanging from the handlebars. Bright yellow and orange mums grew in the window boxes. Billy sighed. Frank's car was missing. Damn, damn, DAMN! He moved slowly towards the door and rang the doorbell. Someone inside yanked it open. Billy would never forget the woman's face. No matter how long he lived, Abigail Holt's tear streaked face would haunt him. So would the tableau frozen on the stairs. The older girl, head bowed with responsibility, reached down for her little sister. The child's wide tear-filled brown eyes would be etched forever in Billy's mind.

"Mr. Melrose?" Billy jumped and shook his head. Laura looked at him. "Are you okay sir?"

Billy nodded. Her eyes were as big and brown as he remembered. "Yes, Mrs....Laura. Please call me Billy. What was your question?"

Amanda and Francine exchanged glances. It wasn't like Billy to let his mind wander.

"What can I do to help?" asked Laura. "I can't just sit and wring my hands. I need to do something."

Francine rolled her eyes heavenward. "Oh great," she muttered, "Another housewife, that's all I need."

Laura jumped up fist clenched. "Excuse me Ms. Desmond, let me ease your mind. I am a graduate of Stanford, Summa cum laude. I have a Masters in Criminology. I earned my license in two years at Havenhurst Detective Agency. I am a founding partner in the Steele Detective Agency. I have worked with various government agencies on several occasions. Including MI5." Laura stopped and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Billy, Amanda, Ms. Desmond. There was no call for that."

"No, Laura" intervened Amanda "You had every right to be upset." She whirled on Francine "What is wrong with you?" hissed Amanda.

Francine stood stiffly. Cheeks burning she turned to Laura. "Mrs. Steele, I apologize for my ill timed remark." She turned to Billy. "May I be excused sir?"

Billy nodded. Francine stalked out. Amanda glanced at Billy who nodded again. She rose and followed Francine out.

Billy rose and gestured toward the door. "I'll give you quick trip through our computer system Mrs. Steele. You'll understand there are certain files which are classified."

"This could be a problem." Gregory rose from the desk.

The doctor turned off the tape. "Nonsense. For all her degrees, Laura Steele is still nothing more that a housewife."

Gregory shook his head. "You are so arrogant my friend. Have you learned nothing? Once we wrote Mrs. King off as an ordinary housewife. The havoc that woman has wrecked on my people!"

"You are fool!" hissed the doctor. "If Mr. Steele were here, then perhaps I would worry. His record is impressive. However, this is only his wife." He paused and lit yet another cigarette.

Gregory scowled. "You smoke far to many of those comrade." He waved the offending smoke away from his face. "I hope you are correct. But like you Americans like to say, never underestimate the power of a woman."

Mildred shivered. Something about this place gave her the creeps. It was clean enough. Small and functional. One room with a fold down bed and a kitchenette. Bumper said it was safe. After the last 48 hours that was all Mildred wanted. Safe. And to go home.

Laura rose and rubbed her back. She walked over to the window and looked down at the empty street. Across the room, Francine watched her. They had been at it for hours. Reading Bumper's old files, trying to find a connection. Francine was surprised at Laura's quick mind.

Amanda looked up from the computer. "Why don't we take a break? I know I could use one."

Laura agreed. "Is there a phone I can use? I want to check on Katie."

Francine rose. "Use this one. I'm going for some fresh air." She walked stiffly to the door.

Amanda glanced at Laura and grimaced. "I think I need some air too."

The late afternoon sun wasn't quite enough to keep the chill out of the air. Francine sat at the picnic table. She didn't notice the new leaves on the oak, or the flowers beginning to bud. Her thoughts were on a spring day several years ago.

She was nervous, slightly nauseous. Her hands trembled as she tried to clasp the necklace. After all, it wasn't every day a girl got married. Francine smoothed her hair. The reflection in the mirror made her grin. Mark would never have believed this. Her smile faded. She wished her brother could be here. And Daddy. Moving away from the mirror, she glanced at the clock. In less than an hour she would be Mrs. Jonathan Stone. The door burst open and her friends surrounded her. Dressed in lilac and lavender they fussed at Francine. She smiled fondly at them. It was going to be perfect.

Francine put her head on the table. Perfect. Perfectly awful. A gentle hand on her shoulder made her jump. She looked up into Amanda's concerned face.

"Are you all right?" Amanda murmured. Her eyes searched Francine's tear streaked face.

"Oh yeah, great!" snapped Francine. Immediately she regretted her outburst. "Oh, Amanda. I'm sorry. It's not your fault I'm miserable."

Amanda sat down beside her friend. "Want to talk about it?" she asked, offering Francine a tissue.

"Not really," sighed Francine. "I'm sure you wouldn't understand. Your life is perfect."

As she took her friend's hand Amanda smiled. "No, Francine. My life is far from perfect. I've one failed marriage. I've made plenty of mistakes and had plenty of heartaches. Try me."

Francine shook her head in denial. She sat in silence looking at her ringless hands.

"Francine, I admire you. I respect you. I consider you my friend. I want to help. I've been told I'm a good listener." Amanda waited for Francine's reply.

"I have been such a fool!" cried Francine. "Jonathan has a wife Amanda. And two children! In France. He's married! Has been, for years. I should have known it!"

"Oh Francine!" Amanda hugged her friend. "When did you find out?"

"Two weeks ago. One of my dear, sweet, considerate Gamma sisters me a copy of Paris Match. It had a lovely article about the beautiful and talented Mrs. Madeline Stone, wife of an American business tycoon. Two adorable children, Jean Pierre and Christina Rochelle." Francine paused. "I should have known. With my training, I should have known he was hiding something. The best part is he married her a few short weeks after leaving me standing at the altar."

"Francine. Look at me" Amanda said sternly. Francine turned her tear-streaked face to her. "You are a highly trained agent. You are also human. I know you loved Jonathan. And for what it's worth, I think he loved you too. There's no way you could have known."

Francine looked at Amanda. "I wanted to be his wife, to have his children." She stood up and began to pace. "I want a life. A family." Francine came to stop in front of Amanda. "Will you help me?"

Amanda was puzzled. "Of course. But how?"

"I'm asking Billy for a transfer." Francine held up her hand. "Hear me out. There's a rumor in the web that the Denver Station Chief is retiring. I want that job. I need to get out of the District. Maybe in Denver I can find my Mr. Right." She smiled at Amanda. "Most of the men here are married, engaged or just not interested in family life." She began to pace again. "I need to make a fresh start. Will you support me?"

Shocked Amanda rushed to her side. "Oh Francine! Are you sure? Really sure?"

"Yes, Amanda, I'm sure." Can I count on your support?" At Amanda's silence Francine pleaded "Please, Amanda. If you are my friend you'll help me."

Amanda signed. "O.K., I'll back you. If this is what you want I'll talk to Billy." She smiled. "But, gosh, I'm going to miss you!"

Francine laughed and hugged Amanda. "Oddly enough. I'll miss you too!" Arm in arm they returned to the Q-Bureau.

At the safehouse, Bumper reached for his gun. He motioned Mildred to move back. The door opened slowly. "Mr. Bumper? Ms. Krebs" Bumper heaved a sigh of relief at the sound of Mouse's voice. The door opened wide to admit Mouse and her companions.

"Boss" Mildred shouted and ran towards Remington arms wide.

Steele grinned in relief as he wrapped his arms around her. "Oh Mildred, thank God you are all right!" He clasped Mildred close.

Lee watched amazed at the depth of feeling apparent on Steele's face. He looked over at Bumper and extended a hand. "Lee Stetson, glad to see you're all right Mr. Bumpers."

Laura burst through the door of the Q-Bureau. "They've found Mildred and Bumper!" Amanda and Francine jumped. "My husband just called. They are both safe and unharmed!"

Amanda smiled as Francine said, "I'm glad your friends are safe Mrs. Steele."

"Laura, please Ms. Desmond. Billy wants us in his office." she moved to the door.

As Francine and Amanda joined her, Francine touched Laura's sleeve. "It's Francine, please Laura." She looked at Laura and offered her hand. "Francine, Francine Desmond."

Laura grinned and took her hand. "Pleasure to meet you Francine, I'm Laura Holt-Steele. Please call me Laura."

"It is necessary to keep Mildred and Bumper under wraps for a few more hours." Billy answered Laura's query. "Until we wrap this thing up. Then you can see Mildred. Let me assure you she is fine. Lee is with her, and so is your husband."

Laura scowled. She didn't much like being told what to do. She got up and began to pace.

"Laura" Francine tried to soothe her "this is SOP. Until the Agency is convinced that Ms. Krebs and Mr. Bumper are safe, they must remain in a safehouse. They also will need to finish debriefing." She turned to Billy. "Is there any proof of Bumper's accusations?"

In the small dining area, Lee was questioning Bumper. "Are you certain that you have will be able to prove this?" He glanced down at his notes. "We've checked your office. Either you are a slob or someone else got there first."

"How dare you!" Mildred stood up and stalked over to Lee. "Bumper risked his neck on an investigation that you should have been doing! He spent the last twenty years compiling the evidence. When you were in diapers he was out there making a difference!" There was fire in her eyes as she stood up to the younger agent.

Lee looked at Steele for support. Remington could only shrug his shoulders. He knew better than to get Mildred's way when she was on a tear.

"Krebbie, please." Bumper took her arm and led her to the couch. "He's doing his job." He turned to Lee. "If someone else was there first then my evidence is gone." Bumper grimaced. "Man, 20 years of work, gone." He looked at Lee and Remington. "I'm not giving up. I made a promise 20 years ago and I mean to keep it!"

Laura looked up as Francine brought in yet another batch of files. She groaned "I don't think I can read one more word!" She looked at Amanda in despair. "Why am I being held hostage?"

Amanda smiled. "Laura you are not being held hostage!" She reached for another file. "This is important too."

"Oh please!" snorted Laura. "If I've learned anything it's that paperwork is the source of all evil! I hate paperwork! I am sick and tired of paperwork and paper trails!" She pushed the files on the floor and began to pace.

"Laura, we were told by Billy, no ordered by Billy to do this..." replied Francine. She bent to gather up the scattered files.

"Sorry, but Billy isn't my superior." interrupted Laura. "I cannot and will not stay cooped up anymore!" She headed to the door. "I want to see my husband, who by the way, is not my superior either! No matter what he thinks!" Bang! The door slammed.

"We better go after her," said Amanda. "Laura, wait!" Amanda and Francine trotted down the hall to the stairs. Mrs. Marston looked up at them and angled her head towards the Georgetown entrance. As they followed in Laura's footsteps, the ever-polite Amanda gasped out a hasty thank you.

"It just might work Scarecrow." Billy nodded. With Lee and Remington, he had retired to Lee's apartment to come up with a plan. A sweep of Billy's office had turned up 2 bugs and Billy wasn't taking anymore chances. This was personal now.

"Billy!" groaned Lee. "How can you trust this, this common thief? And don't not forget we have no concrete proof of Bumper's accusations."

"Just a minute." interjected Remington "I may be many things but I am most certainly not common." He glowered at Lee. "I am virtually unknown to our mark." He gestured to the files on the coffee table. "And I have used this particular cover before." Steele grinned ironically at Lee. "With great success I might add."

"Lee" soothed Billy "Mr. Steele is a professional. With an impressive record and I trust both him and Bump..." His voice trailed off as Amanda and Francine followed Laura into the room.

"Sorry Billy" Francine apologized as Remington pulled his wife aside. "She wouldn't stay put."

"Laura, love" murmured Remington as he kissed his wife. He sighed at Laura's lack of response. "Still angry I see." Steele touched her cheek. "Well, I've missed you at any rate." Billy quietly left the room as Remington was soothing his wife.

Lee motioned to Amanda and Francine to join him. "What did you find out?" As they started to go over their leads, Billy poked his head out of the bedroom door and motioned for Lee.

"Laura, how many times can I say I'm sorry?" Remington was dangerously close to whining. "I know how important your work is to you, but I need to know you're safe. Is that so hard to take?" Laura's answer is cut off by Lee's voice.

"Steele, Laura" Lee called "Billy needs to see you." He pointed towards his bedroom.

Pacing the length of the priceless peacock carpet the doctor bellowed, "You idiot! How could this happen!" He scowled as he listened once more to his go between. "No. Never mind. I've a new offer. Some fellow named Murrell, John Murrell. I've checked him out. Well known in Europe." The doctor jammed a cigarette into his holder. "Fine. 2:00 sharp. Caio." As he puffed his cigarette, he replaced the phone in its cradle. Smug and satisfied he murmured "After 20 years, it is finished."

As Laura and Steele entered Lee's bedroom, Billy hung up the phone. He nodded at the couple. "Please sit down." He gestured to the bed. "Mildred and Bumper are fine," he said anticipating the question. "I need to speak to you about an altogether different matter."

Laura reached for her husband's hand. Something about the look on Billy Melrose's face was very familiar. It frightened her a bit.

Billy cleared his throat. "Please hear me out before you ask any questions." Laura and Remington nodded silently, waiting.

"In 1966" began Billy "I was a rookie, fresh out of training. I was assigned to a special task force in California. I can't go into the details for obvious reasons. The team consisted of myself, Harrison Bumpers, Austin Smyth and the local agent, Franklyn Holt." Billy paused briefly, aware of the shock to Laura. "During our assignment it became clear that there was a leak. Frank had a pretty good idea who it was. He must have been right. To make a long and painful story short, Frank's cover was blown. He was forced into deep cover. He wanted to take his family, but the word was given. No. Frank was devastated. To protect those he loved most Franklyn Holt disappeared and backed off his investigation." Billy stopped to give Laura and Steele time to digest this information.

For once, the great detective had nothing to say. Laura sat in silence beside him, her hands clutching his. They waited for Billy to continue.

"The reason I've kept you under wraps is to protect you." Gently Billy touched Laura. "I once made a promise. I intend to keep that promise. I don't want you placed in the line of fire. Do you understand?"

Laura took a deep breath. "Are you telling me my father was a spy?" She couldn't quite believe it.

Billy smiled gently "We prefer the term agent. But yes. That is exactly what I am telling you. With you father's permission of course."

"You've spoken to my father-in-law?" asked Remington. He too was stunned by the revelation.

"Yes. I have." confirmed Billy. "Please, feel free to verify what I've told you." He gestured to the phone.

Remington looked at his wife. Laura was pale, but composed. "Does my mother know?" Laura asked quietly.

Billy shook his head. "No, she does not. And for security reasons I must ask you not to reveal this information."

"I understand sir." Remington rose. "Could you give me a few moments with my wife?" Billy nodded and went out to join the others. Remington knelt in front of his wife. "Laura, love, are you all right?" He took her hands in his.

Laura tried to smile. "Yes, I'm fine. It just too bizarre." She looked at her husband. "He didn't just leave us. I should be thrilled, but I'm not. I don't like having to keep this from Mother or Frances. Its unbelievable."

Steele brushed her hair off her face. "I know sweetheart. But if you're in shock think how Abigail would react. Or Frances." He grinned at the thought of Frances' reaction.

"Oh you!" Laura was disarmed. "You always know how to make me feel better."

"Always" murmured Remington taking Laura in his arms.

Billy entered the living room and looked at Amanda. "I want you keep Mrs. Steele here. Do you understand? glowered Billy.

"What would you like us to do? Tie her to a chair?" asked Francine.

"If necessary." grumbled Billy. "I don't like this any better than you Francine. So don't start with me."

"Ready?" Remington entered the living room. "Lets get this show on the road."

Laura followed slowly and touched his arm. "Remington, please be careful. I need you." she whispered.

Remington put his arms around her. "I will. I promise."

Amanda and Francine moved to Laura's side as the three men left. "He'll be okay" murmured Francine.

Mildred paced back and forth in the safehouse living room. Bumper looked up at her and sighed. "For God's sake Krebbie! Please settle down, you're making me crazy!"

Mildred paused briefly to glare at Bumper and then continued her pacing. "I can't take it anymore!" she said, "I have to get out of here, I'm going nuts." She gestured at the tiny room. "No one should have to live, eat and sleep in one room! It's inhuman."

"Krebbie, sweetie." Bumper rose and walked over to her. "It's only a matter of time and Lancer will tie this up. Try to be patient honey."

"Don't patronize me Harrison Bumpers! I am not some steno pool bimbo!" Mildred shook off Bumper. "If this so called mouse, or mole or whatever is as high up as you and your buddy Lancer think. Well, HONEY, it stands to reason that HE could find us pretty darn easy. Safehouse schmash house. Your security don't mean bupkis!" She grabbed her wrap. "Sorry, but I'm blowing this pop stand!"

Bumper leapt up and rushed to the door. "Krebbie! Wait!" he shouted as her ran down the stoop.

Laura paced the length of Lee's living room as Amanda and Francine watched her warily. Catching the looks on their faces Laura heaved a heavy sigh. "Look you two relax. I promise I won't make a break for it." She resumed pacing.

Amanda looked contrite. But Francine didn't. "Oh please, Laura." she sputtered, "I may not know you very well, but I can read your body language. You can't debrief or interrogate as many suspects and defectors as I have and not become an expert on body language." She ignored Amanda's glare. "You are poised for flight."

Laura looked from one to the other trying to gauge, which was the easier mark. One didn't spend 6 years with the great Remington Steele and not learn to read a mark. She slowed her gait and finally stopped in front of Francine. "Listen, Francine. I bow to your superior skills, but try to see this from my point of view. My husband, the father of my infant daughter, is going out to trap a mole. A mole in your agency. He is putting his life on the line to save your agency's reputation. No one and I mean no one is going to stop me from being at my husband's side. Of course, I'd prefer your cooperation but I'll go one way or the other. So, do me a favor. Decide whether you're a woman or agent first." Laura whirled and headed for the door.

Slowly Francine stood her cheeks ablaze. A stricken Amanda rushed to her side. "Francine, she's under a lot of strain. I don't think she meant that." Francine looked at Amanda. "She's right you know. I have let the Agency consume me." She reached for her purse. "Come on, let's go before Laura gets in trouble."

Lee crouched down behind a stack of boxes. From his vantage point on the fire escape, he could see both north and south views of the alley below. He glanced down at the figure below. He still couldn't believe that Billy trusted that guy. Amanda did too. But she was so naive sometimes. Lee checked the alley again and sighed. He reached down and picked up his walkie-talkie.

Billy jumped at the sound of Lee's voice. He fumbled with his walkie-talkie. "Melrose here."

"Steele's in place." replied Lee "And the area is clear. Any sign of our man?"

Billy peered around the edge of the doorway where he stood. He gazed up and down the empty street. The area was deserted. Exactly what their man wanted. The warehouses and offices were closed at this time of the day. The sun was just beginning its descent. Billy quickly stepped back. A sleek Mercedes crawled down the street. "Lee" he rasped "Our man has arrived."

"Affirmative." answered Lee. He leaned over the railing. "Psst! Hey! Steele!"

Remington Steele tilted his head back. He grinned at Lee leaning over the rail. At Lee's nod he straightened his shoulders and prepared to become John Murrell. It was a subtle transformation. A slightly different stance, a Frenchman's sneer. He leaned up against the building as if he hadn't a care in the world. He glanced back at Lee and grinned.

Francine gripped the dashboard as the Cherokee careened around the corner. "Amanda. Next time I'll drive," she gasped.

Laura pulled herself upright and leaned forward. "Where on earth did you learn to drive?" she inquired. "Indy, with Mario Andretti?"

Amanda grinned at Francine who grimaced. "Well, actually, it was..." She slammed on the brakes to avoid a pedestrian.

"Just be glad it wasn't the demolition derby," groaned Francine as she adjusted her seatbelt glaring at Amanda.

"Bumper," moaned Mildred "don't they have buses or cabs in this blasted town?" She tried to match Bumper's strides. "My puppies are pooped," she wailed.

Bumper slowed his pace. "Buck up kid. We're almost there." He glanced up at the sign. "Baker's Imports" he looked down at the grubby piece of paper. "This is the place Millie."

Mildred looked up at the semi-deserted building. "This" she said, "is where spies choose to meet?" She looked at Bumper in disbelief. "There goes my image of spies. You're no James Bond."

"Are you sure this is the right place?" hissed Laura as she crept down the alley with Amanda. Amanda stopped and knelt beside a Dumpster. "This is the first alley east of Q Street." she answered. She looked up and down the alley. It certainly looked deserted to her too. She wished Francine had come with them. But Francine had felt they would be less obvious if they separated.

A Mercedes? Francine stopped short. That was as out of place in this neighborhood as a Yugo was in Chevy Chase. She reached into her bag and crept behind the car. She looked around for a diversion. There wasn't much lying around. Of all the times for the city to decide to clean up its act. It seemed today was the day for direct action. She moved around the side of the vehicle and yanked open the door. "Gregory!" she gasped as she leveled her gun at the man behind the wheel. Recovering quickly, she motioned with her gun. "Out of the car comrade."

Gregory swung his long legs out. He bowed to Francine and then raised his arms in surrender. "Ms. Desmond, a delight. And may I add you're looking radiant today." Every the gentleman. Gregory surrendered his sidearm and held out his wrists.

"Gregory, Gregory, you make it so hard to take you seriously." Francine murmured as she snapped cuffs on the lanky Russian. "But that's your ace isn't it? You seen to polite and well-mannered to be an agent." She smiled up at him. "Forget it buster, I know your game."

Lee tensed as a figure appeared at the end of the alley. From this distance, it was impossible to see the face, but Lee recognized the person. The arrogant posture, the cigarette holder. Billy was right. Not that Lee had really doubted Billy. But you had to admit it was a way out theory. He looked down at Steele and moved further back into the shadows.

Remington spotted the figure at the same time Lee did. A he stepped out into the alley he was startled as the emotional response he had to this person. The suffering this man had caused. Laura, Abigail and Frances. The years he and Laura had lost together. The anger bubbled up in him. Steele took a deep breath. Calm, icy calm, he reminded himself.

From a second story window, Bumper and Mildred watched the tableau below. Mildred clenched and unclenched her hands. What was the Boss doing messed up in all this? And what was Laura doing skulking in the doorway across the alley?

Remington began to walk towards his mark. The man moved slowly towards him. Lee watched from the fire escape holding his breath. He wasn't at all sure that Steele could carry this off, despite Billy's faith in the guy. Despite Amanda's protests that he was being closed minded. Lee only trusted a handful of people and it took him years to learn to trust them, except Amanda. He had trusted Amanda from the very first moment.

Billy stood in the doorway. He could see Steele and the mole moving toward each other. He also could see Amanda and Mrs. Steele trying to stay out of sight across the way. He shook his and smiled ruefully. Amanda would probably never learn to follow orders, but that was part of her charm, and her effectiveness as an agent. The sound of a car horn brought him up short.

Francine stood and looked horrified as Gregory brought his hands down on the Mercedes horn. She realized immediately that the sound would alert the mole and put Mr. Steele's life in danger, but there was nothing she could do, nothing.

Lee heard the car horn and the gunshot almost at the same moment, then a blur of action. As he leapt off the fire escape, he saw Billy take off in pursuit of the mole. And then realized that Amanda was rushing out of a doorway.

Laura heard the gunshot and saw Remington fall to the pavement. She pushed aside Amanda's restraining hands and ran to her husband's side. She fell to her knees and grasped his hand. "Remington!" she pleaded "Remington, answer me!" She brushed his hair back and was rewarded with a wink and grin. "Damn you!" she hissed letting his head drop on the dusty pavement. "Don't you ever do that to me again!" Laura embraced her husband. "Ever, do you hear me?" Remington wiped Laura's tears away. "I promise darling." he whispered.

Billy stepped out of the shadows. It was almost dark now. "Hold it right there my friend." he bellowed.

The man stopped in his track and turned around slowly. "Do you think you've won my friend?" he sneered. "I don't think so."

"Think again." answered Billy. He gestured to Lee at the other end of the alley. "Check. And mate. The end game. Give it up." He leveled his weapon at the man.

The man never flinched. "You don't have the stuff to kill me in cold blood. And it would be murder. There is no D-1 out for me. No one even knows of your investigation. You and your band of merry men have no proof," he sneered.

Billy's eyes turned to ice. "Don't bet on it old man. My not being able to kill you. I'd claim you'd gone rogue. Gone over. Attacked a civilian. No proof, well, you just gave me the best reason to terminate you. I have witnesses. Scarecrow, Mrs. King, the Steele's. And I've got Gregory. To save his skin, he'll sell you out in a minute. But don't underestimate me. I would kill you Austin Smyth, for Frank Holt's sake alone, I would gladly kill you."

Austin Smyth stood rooted to the spot. He knew in that instant that William Melrose meant every word he said. He raised his hands as Billy reached for his weapon. Lee joined him and looked at Smyth. "I believe you know your rights Mister," he snarled as he cuffed the doctor.

Phil stood beside the table of merry makers. "Another round folks?" he inquired. Phil's wasn't crowded tonight. And Murphy had asked him to keep Steele here until after FYI filmed.

Amanda smiled up at the rotund proprietor. "I don't think so Phil." she answered "It's about time for us to head home." She turned to Lee with a grin. "Some us need our rest."

Billy yawned and nodded in agreement. "I could use 60 winks myself."

His wife looked at him and purred "Don't count on it old man."

Bumper joined in the laughter. "Well, maybe one more for the road." He turned to Mildred. "What say Krebbie?"

Laura sat with her head on her husband's shoulder. "No, really." she said, "We have to go collect our daughter." She stood up and held her hand out to her husband.

"Wonderful place you have here Phil." Remington said, "Reminds me of the pubs in London." He draped his arm over Laura's shoulder.

"Boss?" asked Mildred "I'm curious, who is watching Katie?" She accepted Bumper's arm.

Lee helped Amanda on with her coat. "Yes, how did you find a baby-sitter on such short notice?" he questioned. "I thought Mrs. West was busy."

Remington grinned. "Oh, we found a wonderful young lady who is very good with children." He held the door for the ladies.

"Someone Mother recommended?" asked Amanda as they stood by the car.

Laura exchanged an amused look with her husband. "Quit teasing Remington. It's not nice."

"You seem to like it Luv." he whispered as he turned to Amanda. "Your friend, Ms. Desmond offered to baby-sit."

"FRANCINE! You left your child with Francine!" Lee's voice rose an octave. "I'm going with you, this I gotta see."

As the two couples walked to the Presidential Suite, Lee was still voicing his amazement. Remington opened the door and gestured to Lee. Lee entered the darkened room and stopped short. Francine sat in a rocker before the fireplace with Katherine fast asleep in her arms. She looked up and smiled at the quartet as they entered the living room.

"I can't believe it," whispered Lee "I would have never figured you for the domestic type, Francine." He just couldn't resist teasing Francine.

Francine grinned and slowly stood up. Walking toward Lee, she gently placed Katie in his arms. Remington grinned at the panic on Lee's face.

"Laura, Mrs. King, shall we see Ms. Desmond home?" he inquired offering Amanda his arm.

"Certainly Mr. Steele," giggled Amanda as she followed Laura and Francine out the door.

"Wait, Amanda! Francine. Steele! What do I do if she wakes up! Hey you guys! Don't leave me here alone!" Lee looked down as Katie opened her eyes and cooed at him. "Hi kiddo," he grinned. He looked at the closed door. "Guess what? The joke's on them." He moved to the rocker. "Oh yeah, and I will get my revenge. Yes I will. I certainly will Katie sweetheart." He crooned as he rocked back and forth.