This story is intended for amusement purposes only. This story is not meant to infringe on the names of Remington Steele, Laura Holt or anything that would cause MTM productions or anybody else to sue me. This story is the property of Lisa Watson ã 2001.
Felecia was sipping her tea and reading the social column with interest when her husband came in and kissed her on the cheek.
"Hello Feline, what mischief are you up to now?" Rene asked his wife. Felecia scrunched her nose at him. He always called her feline instead of Felecia when he thought she was up to something.
"Me? From the looks of Madame DuBois' column this morning I think you should ask Remington that question," Felecia said handing the paper to her husband.
Rene scanned the column and chuckled lightly as he handed it back to his wife.
"It would appear Monsieur Steele is once again in the news and with another beauty. If he keeps this up he will break my record by the end of the week no?"
"Hah! If I recall, when we met you were in mourning for your dearly departed Monique," Felecia said dryly.
"It's not my fault you mistook Monique for my wife," Rene said in his defense.
Felecia gasped and threw the nearest object she could find at her husband. It turned out to be a pillow from her chaise lounge that he easily deflected.
"You cad! You knew bloody well I thought Monique was your wife! It was your housekeeper Yvonne that finally told me Monique was your french poodle. And to think I offered you my shoulder to cry on,"
Rene was at the chaise lounge in two strides. He knelt in front of his wife and brought her hand to his lips. He kissed her palm softly and ran her hand over his cheek.
"And what a lovely shoulder it was," Rene said deeply.
"You rogue," Felecia said softly as she pulled her husband down on the lounge.
Some time later Felecia was sitting at her vanity repairing her makeup when the newspaper she'd read earlier caught her eye. She flipped it over and saw Remington smiling down at the voluptuous Anjuli Bouvais. Felecia traveled in the same social circle so she was familiar with the dark haired beauty. Her looks could halt traffic on a busy street and she was, at the moment between husbands. Felecia decided to have a chat with Remington to see which way the tide was flowing. With a determined stride she headed for her guest house.
Remington was swimming laps in the pool when he sensed he wasn't alone. He figured the children had tracked him down...again. He was surprised that he wasn't put out by their latching on to him. He didn't know many children but he seemed to enjoy the ones he did know. He finished the lap he was on before he looked up.
"Felecia." Remington said with surprise. "I thought you were the activity committee coming to give me today's intinerary."
"Remington if they're bothering you let me know and I'll deal with them. It wasn't my intention to have them monopolizing all your time while you're here," Felecia apologized.
"Nonsense. I'm quite fond of the little tikes and I enjoy their company. Remington said as he hoisted himself out of the pool.
Felecia handed him his towel and sat on a stone bench while he toweled off. There was a time when seeing him in this fashion would have caused her to throw him on the nearest hard surface and ravage him. She smiled as she thought how far they'd come. Their torrid affair would have left most people bitter and unable to maintain a friendship, but then neither one of them were most people.
"What are you thinking about? You've got a far off look about you," Remington observed.
"About how lucky we are to have sustained our friendship throughout the years. Who would've ever thought we could still be close after our ardent affair." Felecia smiled warmly.
Remington sat beside her and put her hand in his. He looked at her and smiled.
"I'm glad we were able to Felecia. You mean the world to me," Remington said seriously.
"As do you darling...so how about telling me why you're really here," Felecia said softly.
Pain etched Remington's features and though it was gone in seconds Felecia had still seen it. Remington ran a hand through his wet hair and gazed in the now still water.
"I needed to put some distance between me and Los Angeles that's all." Remington said evasively.
"Really. Well L.A. is a big place, I can see how coming to Europe would have been your only option." Felecia replied.
"Leave be Felecia. I'm just here to get a change of scenery and some much needed relaxation."
"I would think a change of scenery would be a redhead or a blonde not a brunette, and Anjuli Bouvais is hardly what I'd call relaxation. For that matter neither is Cecille Davenport or Sabrina Ali or..." Felecia said looking at his profile.
"Enough Felecia. I didn't come to Monte Carlo to get the third degree. I came here to have a good time and that's what I plan on doing." Remington said defensively.
Remington stood up and walked around the pool. Felecia noted his tense shoulders and defensive stance.
"I can see you're upset about something and I'd bet one of my diamond brooches, the larger ones I might add, that it has something to do with Lisa,"
Remington looked at her and shook his head. Felecia shrugged her shoulders and smiled. She read his expression and knew that he was about to berate her for her misnomer.
"What can I say, old habits die hard. Now tell me what's going on between you and Laura." Felecia said pointedly.
"Nothing Felecia now leave it at that ok?" Remington said tersly.
"Is it nothing or NOTHING?" Felecia asked.
At the look Remington gave her she threw up her hands in surrender.
"Alright I won't press you any farther. Since you aren't willing to disclose what happened I will leave you alone about it," Felecia said as she stood up and waved goodbye.
"Thank you," Remington said as he watched her leave.
"Of course that doesn't mean I won't employ other means to find out what I want to know." Felecia whispered as she headed back to her house.
Once in the house Felecia went straight to her office and closed the door. Sitting at her desk she opened her address book and scanned the names. Smiling she picked up the phone and dialed the number. After a few rings the line was answered.
"Daniel. How are you darling. Are you working on anything right now?" Felecia said skipping the pleasantries.
"Heavens no. Why, do you have something interesting in mind?" Daniel said eagerly.
"Actually I have a house guest that I think would interest you. I was hoping you could come up for a visit,"
"Really? And old heiress that's ripe for the picking?" Daniel chuckled.
"Are you mad? Not after what you pulled with Rene's great aunt Sophie," Felecia huffed.
"Now Felecia you can't still be holding that against me. How did I know she was married? So tell me my girl the suspense is killing me. Who do you have ensconced at the Chateau of great fortune. Or was it great beauty?" Daniel said jokingly.
"Actually darling it's your son," Felecia informed him.
"What? Harry's here in Europe? In Monte Carlo?" Daniel sputtered in shock.
"That's right. He is here on holiday,"
"Really? That must mean Linda is somewhere close by nipping at his heels," Daniel said dryly.
"Not even close Daniel. He came alone and it took me by surprise as well,"
"Alone you say? Extraordinary! How in the devil did the great Remington Steele get out of L.A. without Linda in tow?" Daniel said in disbelief.
"Apparantly he flew. Look there is something afoot. Lisa's not here, Remington's lips are glued shut and he's been cutting quite the rug with Anjuli Bouvais," Felecia informed him.
"You don't say. She's between husbands? Good Lord how did I let that bit of information get passed me," Daniel said in dismay.
"Oh will you be serious!" Felecia snapped.
"I was I assure you," Daniel said offended.
"DANIEL!" Felecia said with irritation.
"Oh alright I'm on my way." Daniel said in resignation.
"Fabulous. I'll have a car waiting at the airport. Call me when you've made arrangements and don't dawdle."
Felecia hung up the telephone and sat back in her chair. She knew Remington would lob her head off for interfering but she wasn't concerned about his reaction or her welfare. If she could be certain that Remington wasn't in love with his partner she would have left well enough alone, but something deep down told her that he did love her and still did. When she'd finally met her it had taken moments for Felecia to conclude that Laura was in love with him. She wondered why the girl was too dense to realize it. Remington too for that matter.
"Those two couldn't find there way to each other with a well lit runway in front of them," Felecia said in disgust.
Felecia stood up and walked to her window. She looked over her gardens and sighed in blissful happiness.
"Well you two I don't have a flare gun laying around but I think I can come up with something much better,"
Just then the door opened and a small face peered around the opening. Felecia smiled warmly as she saw her oldest daughter grinning at her. Giselle ran to her mother and hugged her. Felecia sank down to her daughter's eye level and smoothed her windblown curls.
"Hello my love. What brings you in here?" Felecia asked her daughter.
"Papa told me to find you because you were plowing," Giselle informed her.
"Plowing? Are you sure that's what your Papa said?" Felecia replied.
"Oui Mama. Papa said you were up to something and for me to come in and keep you from plowing,"
Felecia looked at her daughter for a few seconds and then recognition sparked a peel of laughter. She picked her daughter up and kissed her.
"Actually sweetheart the correct word is plotting. Now, let's go see your papa and he can explain to you who Monique is," Felecia said sweetly.