Happy.

Author: AbbyGibbs

Fandom: Remington Steele.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Remington Steele and everything that goes with it belongs to MTM, Robert Butler and Michael Gleason.

Pairing: None.

Rating: T

Summary: Laura Holt does some thinking. I know stupid summary. Sorry about that.

Warning: Un-beta'd

A/N: Don't ask me where this comes from, I don't know. I just hope you'll enjoy this little piece.

I would also like to thank, Mr. Pierce Brosnan, Stephanie Zimbalist, Doris Roberts and all the rest of the actors involved in the make of the show and make it such a delight to watch.

Feedbacks: well, I'd love them, of course – who wouldn't? But please, only if you respect my work because it takes a lot of time and energy to get a story together. I love writing; I wouldn't allow anyone to discourage me from doing so, never. I don't have any problems at all with readers who choose not to go for this, but I decidedly do with those who write disrespectful mails just because they didn't get the ending they would have wanted. If you want to tell me what I might have done better within the story I made up, you're always very welcome to let me know. But if your only concern is to rant about it, then please, do it in private, okay? Thank you.

I created a character of fiction to be able to perform a job — a job that according to common believe a woman can't do. So, imagine my surprise the day that my creation waltzed into my office. The man was everything I hoped he would be, blue eyes, dark hair, tall. What else could a woman want more?

Nothing.

Before I knew it, the man assumed Remington Steele identity. He had breathed him into life. One would think, I couldn't be happier.

But that just it, I am happy, thanks to him, very happy.

A feeling I'm not used to.