A/N: Hi everyone, so this is my first fan-fiction in a very long time and it's my very first devil Wears Prada story. I am the kind of person who likes to look at the background characters of a story instead of the main characters and work out what their deal is, so that's what I have done. This story will focus on Jocelyn. Since not much is revealed about her in the book or the movie I have obviously taken some creative liberty. I know she works with accessories and from that and the fact she is obviously fairly important since she is seen in the important moments, ie photo shoot, editors meeting etc I figured there was a high chance she is the Senior Accessories Editor which would make sense. I like to flesh characters out so this is a look into how she came to work at Runway and her relationships with Miranda and other employees. So I hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think!

1- Time is Not of the Essence

Jocelyn Davies ran as fast as her four inch heels would allow her to across the slippery polished tiles of the Elias-Clarke buildings foyer. She really didn't make it a habit to be this ruffled but today did not seem to be her day. Her mind quickly thought back to her disastrous start to the day.

Jocelyn awoke to the sound of her phone ringing obnoxiously through her bedroom, bright sun streaming in through her windows. She glanced to her side towards the bed side table reaching for her phone before realising it wasn't there.

Jocelyn's stomach dropped and she scrambled out of her bed to make a grab for her phone which was instead up on her dresser. But that also refused to go to plan as she became tangled in her sheets and fell flat to the floor and let out a painful groan as her wrist cracked.

Looking up towards her chest of drawers where her phone sat currently out of reach she managed to untangle her legs from the confines of her sheets and finally stood up, though her wrist was still throbbing.

Finally making it to her phone once it stopped ringing she checked the time. 06:00. Blinking her eyes wearily she then spotted the missed call, 'Nigel.' Jocelyn grimaced, a call from Nigel at this time of the morning never meant anything good. But then she did a double take, her alarm generally went off at five am, yet it hadn't, she groaned and noticed her alarm clock flashing, the power had gone out at some point obviously.

She was just about to call Nigel back when her phone started ringing again, his name popped up on the screen again as she answered it immediately.

"What's going on?" She questioned concerned.

"She killed the Autumn jackets and pulled up the Sedono shoot, you need to get here now."

"Shit." She said into the phone even though she knew Nigel had already hung up.

Letting out a small shriek at how behind she now was she quickly began rummaging through her cupboard trying to find an outfit.

Letting slip a few swear words as her now swelling wrist made contact with her cupboard door she stood hopelessly in the middle of her room, she considered calling in sick but knew that that was definite no go, she would not have a job by the end of the day if she followed through with that idea.

Her rush to get ready began again as she slipped on a tanned chiffon blouse and a knee length black pencil skirt. Wrapping a waist belt around her midsection she grabbed a black cardigan and a pair of knee high black boots.

One thing she did have going for her her this morning was her hair. Naturally wild and unruly her red tresses were her favourite feature, and thanks to her nightly routine they were always manageable in the mornings otherwise she would have to add another hour to her morning routine.

That was one less thing had to worry about.

Grabbing her handbag she ducked out of her apartment towards the street to call a cab. She'd do her makeup on the way, it wouldn't take that long.

Jocelyn let out a relieved sigh as she slipped into an elevator in the lobby. The rest of the trip had gone fairly smoothly, minus the part where she had managed to successfully poke herself in the eye with her mascara wand when the taxi hit a pothole.

Tapping her foot impatiently as she watched the numbers of the passing floors flash before her she closed her eyes and composed herself. It had taken her all of 30 minutes to get ready and get to work, all things considered she was proud that she was here as quick as she was. But she was desperately craving a coffee.

Finally the elevator hit the floor for her office and she sighed in relief as she stepped off the elevator, and straight into Nigel, who happened to be carrying two coffee's which then proceeded to cover the entire front of her outfit.

Her blue eyes started to water as she stared helplessly at Nigel who was slightly taken back. She knew he'd been ready to make a smart comment but the look in her eyes stopped him.

"Oh Jossy, let's go get you cleaned up sweetie, Miranda's already left a message for you this morning." Runways Art-Director, and one of her closest friends, Nigel Kippling, said to the flustered Accessories Editor.

Jocelyn groaned, "Why me Nigel?" She moaned examining the damage to her outfit.

Nigel chuckled, "Because sweetie she couldn't do her job without you, or me for that matter, which means she needs to know where we are and what we are doing at all times." He said with a hint of amusement in his voice which earned him an exaggerated eye roll from the red head.

Nigel spun Jocelyn to face the other direction towards the fashion department where they could throw together a new outfit for her before her meetings started. She hissed in pain when he grabbed her wrist.

Nigel looked at the woman in confusion. Jocelyn sighed and held up the injured joint and Nigel grimaced.

"What did you do?" He asked concerned as he inspected her swollen wrist closer.

Jocelyn frowned, "Fell out of bed." She said flatly.

Nigel bit his lip to stop himself from laughing, he could tell she was actually in pain, and he didn't blame her, he was pretty certain she had at least twisted it. "Okay, listen to me. We are going to get you a new outfit, then we will see Miranda, and then we are getting you to a Doctor before the shoot okay? We can't have you crippled." He stated trying to make her laugh.

He was only rewarded with a nervous smile.

Nigel sighed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders instead, "It will be fine. We will both survive this day, Lucia is already in the wardrobe, she's putting the pieces together as we speak, she's got everything under control, there's nothing to worry about." He said reassuringly referring to Lucia Martin, the Fashion Editor of Runway and Jocelyn's best friend.

Jocelyn nodded thankfully "Okay, but the Autumn jackets, really?" She muttered.

Nigel chuckled, "You know how she is." He said with a knowing smirk.

Jocelyn rolled her eyes, "Please let us survive today." She mumbled.

So there we go. This story already has quite a few chapters written. They aren't in chronological order either. In fact this entire chapter was written after the majority of the rest of the story. There will be flashbacks to certain years and appearances by various characters. I hope you enjoyed it and let me know what you think!