The following afternoon, Laura walked into the library just as Remington was hanging up the telephone. He opened his arms to her and she walked over and sat in his lap.

"Are you ready to leave our little Shangri La?" he asked.

"I thought we still had a few more days," she said.

"We do," he answered. "But how would you feel about spending them in London?"

She didn't speak but waited for him to continue.

"I have to see about Daniel's estate," he told her. "And our flight to Los Angeles leaves from Heathrow anyway. We'll just go to London a few days earlier than we planned."

"Then that's exactly what we'll do," she answered, kissing him softly. She began to stand up, but he pulled her back down to him and kissed her with more intensity than their last kiss.

"You're not getting away from me that easily, my love," he teased, placing tiny soft kisses all over her face and neck.

She giggled, breaking away from his grip. "I have to go see Rosaleen. I assume we'll be leaving tomorrow."

"You've been spending an awful lot of time out there in the woods," he said, still holding on to her.

"Why, Mr. Steele," she said, fluttering her eyelashes. "Are you jealous that I've made a friend?"

"Not at all, Mrs. Steele," he answered. "Quite the contrary. But you do have my interest piqued. And you know how I get when I'm aroused. . ." He paused, then added, ". . . with curiosity."

"All in due time," she assured him. "All in due time. Now, let me go so I can go take care of things. When I get back, we can have dinner and pack. Why don't you make us a reservation on the morning train from Dublin?"

This time he allowed her to get up from his lap, but not before pulling her in for another inviting kiss.

"There will be plenty of time for that later," she said with a wink, heading for the door. "And make sure you get a private car."

With that she was gone, and he was left shaking his head. The huge smile that spread across his face lit up the room. He loved how free and spontaneous Laura had been here in Ireland. He loved seeing that side of her and only hoped she'd continue to show it when they were back home in Los Angeles.

"Mrs. Steele," the older woman greeted Laura as she walked into her home. "I wasn't expectin' ya this afternoon."

"I know, Rosaleen," Laura answered. "But it's kind of an emergency. There's been a change in plans. Remington and I are leaving in the morning."

"Leavin' for America?" Rosaleen asked.

"London, actually," Laura answered, "but we'll be going home from there. How close is it to being finished?"

"I think I can finish it up tonight," the woman answered. "But we'll be needin' to do another fittin'. If worst comes to worse, I can finish it up and you can have it altered in America, if ya have to."

"Ah, Rosaleen," Laura said as she smiled warmly at the woman. "You're the best seamstress in the all of Ireland, so I hear. I think once you've worked your magic, I won't need to have any alterations done. Do you have time for that fitting now?"

"For you, your Ladyship," Rosaleen began, causing Laura to blush at the woman's use of the title, "I'll make the time. Head on in to the fittin' room and I'll go fetch your gown."

Later, standing in front of the full length mirror, Laura could picture herself walking down the aisle to meet Remington. Rosaleen had done an amazing job. The gown of off white Irish lace with pearl buttons down the back was more beautiful than Laura had pictured when she described to the woman what she wanted. The fact that Rosaleen was able to create such a masterpiece in only a few short days was nothing short of miraculous.

"It's exquisite," Laura whispered.

"You'll make a lovely bride," the seamstress answered. "I've just got a few more things to do and it will be perfect."

"Thank you so much," Laura said to her. "And you're sure it's not too much trouble?" When the woman shook her head, Laura continued. "Then I'll pick it up in the morning on our way to the train. Oh, Rosaleen, I can't thank you enough," she said, taking one last glance in the mirror.

"You just live a long and happy life with that handsome Lord of yours," Rosaleen told her. "And pass that gown on to your wee ones. That will be thanks enough for me."

Laura laid in Remington's arms, her head resting on his chest. She closed her eyes and pictured the room . . . the big four poster bed . . . the roaring fire. She would miss this place. It would always hold a special place in her heart. It was the place where she and her Remington Steele finally came together and acted on the love they'd felt for so long. Yes, she would definitely miss their Irish castle, but she would miss this room most of all.

Remington stroked Laura's back as he held her close. He hated to leave this place. He hated to let the real world intrude on their idyllic happiness. He knew they would be happy outside of these walls, but once they let reality in, things were bound to change.

First, he'd wrap up Daniel's affairs; then they'd go back home to Los Angeles and back to work. He knew it might be irrational, but his greatest fear was that his bride would retreat back into her old fears and lose herself in the Agency when they returned to work. He would just have to make sure that didn't happen.

"You're awfully quiet," he said, breaking them both from their reverie.

"Just thinking," she said.

"About?"

She sighed, "Our last night in our Irish Castle. I just want to soak up all its magic so I can take it home with me."

"The magic was already ours," he told her. "We brought it with us and we'll take it wherever we go."

"But this place . . ." she said. "It has such significance for us. It's a shame we can't keep it."

He smiled and sighed. "After the way you've always gotten after me about my spending, you want to keep this white elephant?"

"Call me sentimental," she shrugged, looking up at him.

He couldn't resist leaning in for an inviting kiss. "You're not the only one," he told her. "Mikeline told me that they've decided to turn the place into a hotel. That should help it pay for itself, and it might even bring in some income for the county."

"That's nice," she said.

"But that's not the sentimental part," he went on. "They're not going to rent out this room."

She looked up at him. "They're not?"

"No," he said, shaking his head. "It's ours. And it will be here for us whenever we want."

"That's nice," she said, climbing on top of him. She lay with the length of her body pressed against his and kissed him hungrily. "Now then," she said. "Let's make some memories that will last us until we can make it back."

Remington was quiet and held Laura's hand tightly as they walked into the flat.

"So this is it," she said with some reverence. "This is where you grew up."

"The only home I'd ever known until I met you," he answered. "I think I'd like to keep it."

In his will, Daniel had left various pieces of jewelry and art to friends, but the bulk of his estate had been left to his son, Remington Steele. There was the flat and most of its contents, as well as a sizeable bank account. Surprisingly, there hadn't been much to clear up. Knowing that the end was coming, Daniel had tied up all his loose ends before he'd left for Ashford Castle.

All that Remington really had to do was sign some papers and pack up the apartment. There were a few things that he wanted to take home with him. There was also a bequest in Daniel's will for Laura. What he had left to her, they didn't know. All the will said was for them to locate a pink box. Daniel had kept a few things in a small safe in his bedroom and Remington was fairly sure they would find the pink box in it. The safe was the only thing that had been off limits to him.

After showing Laura around, telling her some stories of his youth, mostly related to items in the apartment that caught her eye, he took her by the hand and led her to the master bedroom. He walked over to the small Monet that hung next to the wardrobe and took it down from the wall. Behind it was a small wall safe. He quickly and nimbly opened it and found two things inside - - a pink box and a black and white photo.

The photo was of a young woman who couldn't have been more than twenty. She had dark hair and eyes that danced with blue flame, even in the black and white photo. Remington picked up the photo with trembling hands. He turned it over and saw that it read simply, "Siobhan, 1952." He turned it back over. He didn't need any clarification to know that he was looking into the face of his mother.

He set the photo down and picked up the small pink box and handed it to Laura. "I believe this is for you," he said quietly, sitting down on the bed and indicating for Laura to join him.

She sat as close as she could and held his hand, not knowing what to say. It would be an understatement to say that she was surprised to be named in Daniel's will. But the detective in her was working in overdrive. She was even more surprised to realize that the box Daniel had left for her had been kept in a safe with a picture of a woman who had to have been Remington's mother.

"I'll leave you alone to open it," Remington said, taking his hand out of hers.

"No," she said, stopping him. "Stay."

"This is something Daniel wanted you to have," he said. "He didn't leave it for me to give to you. He left it to you. Go ahead and open it. I'll be right outside."

He stood to leave, stepped out into the hall and closed the door behind him. It wasn't so much that he didn't want to see what his father had left for his wife, but he was so caught up in the photograph that he needed some time to himself.

Laura opened the box and found an envelope with her name scrawled across the front. There was a long velvet box and a small photo album underneath it. She opened the envelope and took out a letter.

My Dearest Laura,


I know we haven't seen eye to eye, but the one thing we've always agreed on is that we both love my son, very much. By now Harry… Remington… knows that I am his father. I hope that I had the chance to explain and give him the answers that he needs.

I know I'm leaving him in good hands. I've always known that, my dear. I think that's why I always fought you so hard. You're the only person who could ever take him away from me. But that's a good thing, because you're also the only person who has ever loved him as much as I do. I've known it since the first time we met and we danced in Harry's dining room. You are a perfect match for him, Laura.

Inside the box you'll find the only things I have that link my son to his mother. The necklace belonged to her. It was her most prized possession. I want you to wear it. The "S" on the locket is for Siobhan. Siobhan O'Reilly. But when you wear it, people will assume it stands for "Steele."


You'll also find a photo album. There are photos from Siobhan's childhood as well as from the summer we spent together. Inside the photo album are the letters she wrote to me in prison. Give them to him when he's ready.


Take care of him, Laura, and love him well.


Always, Daniel

Tears were streaming down Laura's face when she set down the letter. She took out the velvet box and opened it to find a beautiful pearl choker with a heart shaped locket hanging from the front. The locket was silver and engraved with the letter "S," just as Daniel's letter had said. She immediately thought that it would look perfect with Rosaleen's dress. She decided she would show Remington the necklace, but she would wait to tell him about the letters and photographs. Like Daniel had said, she'd give them to him when he was ready.

She slipped the necklace into her pocket and then placed the velvet box into the pink one and closed the lid. Then she left the room and went to find her husband. She found him sitting on the bed in a room she now knew to be his. She quietly stuck her head in the doorway, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts.

Remington smiled when he saw her and beckoned for her to join him. "Hey," he said quietly.

"Hey," she repeated. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

She took the necklace out of her pocket and handed it to him.

"It's beautiful," he said. "I've never seen it."

"It belonged to your mother," she said, almost in a whisper.

He looked at her with wide eyes and she could almost see the ragged little boy alone on the streets of London.

She nodded as if to confirm what she'd just said and then she continued. "Daniel said he wanted me to wear it." She took his left hand in hers as his right one held on to the necklace. "I thought I would wear it in the wedding."


He slipped his hand from hers and covered his mouth as he closed his eyes. He took in a long breath and then sighed before he looked at her.

"Thank you," was all that he said.

They spent a few days in London, where Remington met with the solicitors and signed all the papers. After hiring someone to look in on the flat from time to time, he and Laura packed up the things he wanted to take back home with him.

When his various errands were completed, he remembered something Laura had said the last time they were in London together. It was when Scotland Yard had confiscated his passports and he was literally a man without a country. He had asked Laura if she liked London and she said she hadn't hit the usual tourist spots. He knew he'd have to remedy that fact.

On their last day in London, they were caught up in a whirlwind of tourist activities. Big Ben. The Tower of London. Piccadilly Circus. Abbey Road. He took her to all the big spots and to some little known ones, as well. She wanted to see some of his old haunts and he took her to the places he felt were safe for both of them. Just like their days in Dublin, they held hands, they kissed and they laughed. They were the very picture of a young couple on their honeymoon. They took enough pictures to make even Gladys Lynch a believer.

They spent the flight from London alternately sleeping and talking about wedding plans. Laura smiled when she thought of it. Of course, they'd had their fairy tale honeymoon before their fairy tale wedding. But then, neither she nor Remington had ever been traditional.

That thought made her happy. Their life would never be predictable. It would never be boring. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was exactly where she was supposed to be and she said a silent prayer of thanks that all those years ago, a sexy, blue-eyed con man had walked into her life and turned it upside down. He had become everything she dreamed of when she had created Remington Steele.

Laura couldn't wait to spend the rest of her life loving him. She was sure that even though their life together wouldn't always be easy, it would always be interesting.

The End