Steele Ties

Part 1

Harry,
Since you are reading this letter, I'm assuming I've gone, I've been sick for awhile, and I knew my time was coming soon. I hope I got a chance to tell you the truth, in person, but if not I will tell you now.
Harry, you are my son, and I hope you will forgive me from keeping it from you for all these years. I was afraid of how you would react, when I learned of all the hatred you had built up against your father. When you picked my pocket that day, I had sensed something about you, but I wasn't sure what it was. I decided to become your mentor, and it was then when I saw how much you looked and acted like my love, Kathryn, your mother.
I had fallen in love with her 15 years earlier, we were planning to marry, but before I cleaned my slate, so to speak, I decided to joint in, on one last heist, but I was caught and sent to prision for two years. I've regreted that mistake for the rest of my life. For when I was in prison, I learned that Kate was having my child. We kept in touch, and she agreed to marry me when I was released, but she died while giving birth to our son, a few months later. Her father, wanted nothing to remind him of me, so he put the child in various foster homes.
By the time, I got out of jail, my son was no where to be found. I went to Kate's father, for some clue as to where he would be, he told me to get out of his house. I pleaded with him to help me, he kicked me out of the house, but not before he threw my son's birth certificate at my face.
It wasn't until then that I learned what Kate had named our son, Harrison Daniel Chalmers.
I searched and searched but I never found you, until that day we meet when you were fourteen years old.

Remington stopped reading, his was voice trembling. Laura grabbed his hand with one hand, and wiped the tears from his cheek with the other hand. Remington handed her the letter.
"You want me to finish it?" Laura asked.
"Please," Remington replied.
Laura took the letter and continued where her husband left off.

You stayed with me for awhile, and then one that day when you cut yourself, you got really sick. I had to take you to the hospital, it was then that I decided to find out for sure if my suspisions were correct. I asked the doctor to test my blood. When the results came in she told me that you were indeed my son.
I wanted to tell you right away, but I kept putting it off, afraid of the way you would react.
I've left you some money in my will, I know it won't make up for all you've been through as a child, but I'm sure it will help, so you won't ever have to live like that again.
I made a horrible mistake, when I left Kate, and I payed. Harry, don't make the same mistake I did. Laura, is a wonderful woman, and she loves you, and I know that you love her, too, it shows in everything you do. Hold on to her, and don't ever let her go.
Take care, my son,
Daniel.
P.S. I've enclosed your birth certificate, so you don't ever forget who you are, again.

Laura wiped her eyes, and turned to Remington, who was staring at the smaller envelope. He slowly opened it, and pulled out the little piece of paper.
"Harrison Daniel Chalmers," he read, "I have a name." Laura smiled lovingly at him. He turned to Laura and kissed her cheek.
"I love you Laura," he paused, "Thanks, for being here with me."
"I love you too, Harry." She pulled him to her, and kissed him passionately.
There was a knock at the door, and Mildred came in, "Mrs.- ohh, sorry."
Remington broke the kiss, "it's okay Mildred, what is it?"
"Mrs. Steele, there's someone here to see you."
"Who is i-" Laura was cut off by the tall, dark haired, young woman that entered behind Mildred.
"Hi Laurie," she said.
"Lizzie!?" Laura exclaimed, she stood up and hugged the young woman. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to visit everyone," she explained.
Remington cleared his throat behind Laura. "Oh, Liz, this is my husband, Remington Steele."
"Dear, this is my little sister, Elizabeth Holt."
"Ah, so I finally get to meet the great detective Remington Steele," she said shaking his hand."
"And I, you Miss Holt," Remington replied.
"Elizabeth, please."
"And this is Mildred Krebbs," Laura continued.
"Yes, we've already met, in the outer office." She smiled at Mildred.
"I'll be at my desk if you need me," Mildred replied, she left closing the door behind her.
"Sorry I couldn't make it to the wedding," Elizabeth apologized, "Mother sent me pictures though, it looked spectacular."
"It was," Remington grinned.
"So where are you staying, Elizabeth?" Laura asked.
"I'm already checked into the Rexford Palms Hotel," Elizabeth replied. Remington and Laura exchanged looks at the name of the hotel.
"Nonsense, you'll stay with us," Laura insisted.
"Oh no, you two are newlyweds, I couldn't impose," she replied.
"Don't be silly," Remington said.
"Guys, no," Elizabeth insisted, "It'll only be a few days, I'll be fine."
"Exactly, how long are you staying in town?" Laura asked suspiciously.
"What, a girl can't come out and visit her family once in a while, with out being asked why?" Elizabeth evaded the question.
Laura just stared at her sister.
"Okay, okay," Elizabeth knew she couldn't fool her sister, "I got the pink slip at work, and so I decided to leave Boston, and start a new life out here," Elizabeth admitted.
"The pink slip? Why?" Laura asked.
"I don't know, there were cut backs, and they needed to lay off a few of the rookies, me."
"What exactly did you do?" Remington asked.
"I was with the police acadamy," Elizabeth informed him, "I was hoping you guys could help me find a place out here."
"Sure, we can start tomorrow," Laura replied.
"Great, well, I think I'll go visit mother and Frances, and tell them my wonderful news," Elizbeth said sarcastically. She gave Laura another hug and shook Remington's hand. "Congratulations, you two, "she said as she closed the door behind herself.
"Boss?" Mildred's voice came over the intercom.
"Yes, Mildred?" Remington asked.
"Mr. Armando is here for his 11 o'clock appointment."
"Thank you Mildred, send him in," Remington replied putting on his jacket.
Mr. Armando walked into the office, he was an average sized man, with black hair and brown eyes, he was dressing in a nice armani suit, and was carrying a leather briefcase.
Remington extended his hand, "Mr. Armando, I'm Remington Steele, and this is my associate, Laura Steele."
Mr. Armando shook both their hands. "Please, have a seat Mr. Armando," Laura pointed to the chair in front of the desk.
"What can we do for you today, Mr. Armando?" Remington asked, sitting down in his chair.
"I own a theater, Mr. Steele, The Armando Theater," he boasted, "and a couple days ago one of our actors was murdered. He was suppose to die in the play, but something went wrong, and now he's really dead."
"Did you go to the police about this?" Laura asked.
"Of course, but they said it was just an accident, but I know it wasn't."
"How do you know?" Remington inquired.
"Well, actually, I'm not sure, but I have this funny feeling that it was no accident," he paused, "will you take the case Mr. Steele?"
Remington glanced at Laura, asking her silent opinion. "Yes, Mr. Armando we will, we'll come down to the theater tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock, please have everyone involved with the play be present."
Mr. Armando stood up, and extended his hand, "thank you Mr. Steele, Mrs. Steele, I'll see you tomorrow." He picked up his briefcase, and left.