1:35am

Andy could kill Marv from Central Park West.

''Okay Marv I think she might know how you feel with Air Supply or Alias.''

Andy grumbled to herself on the air with lonely loquacious Marv from West Side who had been talking to her about how his wife left him suddenly and taking up the air.

''Yes but Dr Jules...I haven't told you about our anniversary I broke my hip, dirty dancing.''

Andy cut him off kindly. '' Here's Alias ''I need you now.'' Dedicated to Gladys your husband Marv is now appreciating you so much after 56 years of marriage, four children and six grandchildren wants you to reconsider the divorce because you think it's time for a change.''

Andy seriously needed no hoped Miranda would call tonight. She needed a sane caller.

Clenching her teeth New Yorkers and love. Cynics. Since 11:15 Andy had been doling out good advice, tips and requests. Waiting for Miranda's call, anticipating her voice and she could hardly wait to talk to her.

Andy chided herself it was Miranda Priestly she was anxiously waiting for. Miranda who she gave flowers to anonymously today, if Miranda knew they were from her, she'd incinerate them. The same person also was once Andy's demanding stuck up unreasonable, unflinching impossible boss who made Andy jump through hoops every day at Runway with numerous errands hourly.

Last night had been an evening of possibilities for Andy. Just talking to The Dragon Lady was something Andy would never have imagined once at Runway ever doing. Having a conversation with Miranda was wonderful last night. Even though Miranda didn't know it was her. A large part of Andy wished she did. It had been wonderful being Miranda's equal.

Get real Sachs, if La Priestly ever knew they were talking Andy's brows furrowed not wanting to think about it, if Miranda put two and two together and recognised her voice.

Just had to be careful and being latent with Miranda was Andy's only option. Only way to approach and tread carefully with caution if The Ice Queen ever knew or discovered who it was listening to her, The Dragon Lady would probably put an end to Andy's existence with Emily holding a shovel and a Hefty bag.

''Hello caller, you're on the air.'' If it was Marv again she was doing call blocking or Pierangelo the stalking Italian stallion who kept requesting Gino Vanelli and Bos Scaggs and asking what size shoes she wore. Podophilia pervert.

''Good evening. Thank you for the flowers I love them.'' Miranda smiled into the phone at a voice she was looking forward to all night to talk to.

''Hi.'' Andy grinned into her microphone. ''You're most welcome. Miriam from Manhattan.''

''Talk to me. Tell me anything Miran-Miriam.'' Andy caught herself. Way to go Sachs almost say her real name.

Miranda didn't notice Andy's almost slip up, enthused. '' Very well you asked for it.''

They talked for more than an hour, try about two hours as Miranda enjoyed their banter. It was honest. Twirling the telephone cord between her long fingers. ''I like this.''

''Me to.''

Andy grinned in agreement, this was better than a first date. Oh shit. Pressing a few more songs to play. Got caught up with Miranda.

Miranda couldn't help but snort as Andy swore outloud. ''How old are you?''

''I'm 24. I'm of legal age to swear.''

Miranda shook her head wryly. ''Since you've given me flowers which I adore, I would like to… only if you want …would you like to meet me for coffee sometime.''

Would Andy? Yes as she gushed trying not to sound so eager on the line, but she was….

''Love to. When?'' Forgetting herself.

''Do you know Java's on East 72nd.''

Yeah Andy knew it, been there to fetch coffee in Miranda's neighbourhood a few times, suggested sometime next week they could possibly meet. Andy explained to Miranda. ''I work two jobs, my schedule can be a bit erratic.''

Miranda surprised Andy with real sympathy over how she must be tired. '' Do you like your other job?''

Andy sighed truthfully. ''I miss my old one.'' Supplied she nods off in the subway between stops.

'' Hey I've never woken up in Coney Island or Jamaica Avenue yet.'' Defending herself.

''Please be careful. NY transit is very unhygienic and unsafe.'' Andy knew Miranda only travelled by chauffeured Mercedes. Her only worry if Roy got a parking ticket or bird droppings on the window.

'' Whenever you would like to meet me, Dr Jules for coffee. I'd like that, very much.'' Miranda meant that as she'd spoken on speaker, changing for bed and brushing her teeth.

Andy tried to protest. ''Miriam I'm not… Dr Jul…''

Whoa there Sachs. Meet. Oh No. What had she almost agreed to?

Cut off by Miranda who was turning down her bed, patting it to let Patricia up.

''Please you need to know this, your flowers and these few conversations we've shared mean a great deal to me…try to meet me if you can.''

''I'll try.'' Andy promised. ''Let's meet Monday at noon.'' Miranda noted that she'd have Emily cancel anything in her diary.

Miranda knew it was time to hang up.

Softly as if intimate to Andy. ''Goodnight.'' About to disconnect, slid under the covers. ''Don't nap on the subway.'' Andy stared at her microphone and groaned now what was she supposed to do.

Andy Sachs was the last person Miranda Priestly wanted to have coffee with.

A Week Later

Miranda Priestly had been stood up. She had waited for two hours in Java's. Had a hunch she wasn't coming when the waiter took an extra chair from her table for two. Paid and called Emily for Roy to come immediately to pick her up.

For Miranda it had been a long week. Still waiting for an explanation. Any reason. To make her week, just splendid, kept running into Sachs everywhere.

First encountered her the day of being jilted. Dropped off by Roy, practically flounced from the curb into the building with a brisk gait.

Miranda pondered darkly had she seen her and not liked her enough to come in to Java's. Vainly maybe Dr Jules was a judging…cynical…she didn't know what, since she had not yet met her. Why didn't she show up?

Entering the elevator Miranda stepped inside alone as a hand gripped the closing door.

Andy's hand caught the door. ''Hold the door.''

Stepping in. ''Miranda.''

Golden tinted sunglasses tilted in her direction. Miranda pursed her lips at her former assistant, underling. Inclined her head to enter. Should inform security Andrea was not welcome in Elias Clarke.

What was her little former assistant doing here?

Was the elevator going slower, have to have Emily consult matinence, this speed was unacceptable she'd be on her floor by lunch. She could arrive in Dubai faster.

Observing Andrea's pitiful wardrobe. Learned nothing, working at Runway clearly.

Caught herself being stared at by Andréa. Wrapping her coat closer. How dare Sachs ogle her?

Andy craned her head and saw an edge of legal papers in Miranda's bag. Opening her mouth than closing it again. Watched her from the door reflections.

''Just say it Andréa.'' Pronouncing it in her own way. Always gave Andy a shiver.

''I saw you last week. You were holding roses you looked so… ''

Andy wanted to say she'd look so soft, radiant ever since that night in a luxurious suite in Paris and speaking to Miranda on the air for two nights beneath her frosty exterior if scraped a little by Andy who glimpsed a warm soft female she desperately wanted to get close to.

Looked So what? Miranda wondered prickling. Judging her again like the car in Paris.

''Had any interesting things happen lately? Did you and the twins enjoy Thanksgiving?''

Almost gasped at Andréa's words. What the hell did Sachs mean by having a conversation with her all of a sudden? Such familiarity. Did not like the idea of someone like Andréa thinking they knew her. Andréa Sachs did not know her not at all. She never had.

They were certainly not friends. No Miranda had no secret hankering to learn Ohio backwater customs, swap Stouffers recipes or shop for ugly lumpy sweaters with her once meek second assistant who now was breaking a cardinal Miranda rule by being a gabbing motor mouth elevator rider instead of a silent elevator passenger.

Dragon proof are we Sachs? Miranda appraised Andy with narrowing her eyes of ice crossly at Andy who missed it behind mirrored lens.

Ignored by Miranda indifferently, why was elevator music always so annoying. Her IPhone rang, Andy thanked the phone angels. She could tell not meeting Miranda at Java's had her in a hell of a mood.

Andy had tried was about to enter Java's. She just couldn't. How was she going to explain she was a temporary Dr Jules? Kept reasoning Miranda would be fine about it, maybe they'd laugh about it than seeing her there seated. In the flesh. Hopeful. Waiting for her, Andy lost her nerve. At the door, one diner held the door for Andy to enter. ''Going in?''

Andy shook her head.

Miranda was expecting Dr Jules not her. Smooth talking, calm and caring not clumsy Six.

Walking away, after an hour, Andy decided to tell Miranda the truth. Tell her the reason for leaving her in Paris. How half the time the months before Paris, Andy grumbled didn't know if she should kiss her or arm wrestle her, since Miranda got under Andy's skin as soon as she met her even with her cruel jibes. Lived in her skin and heart.

So much for a quiet as a monastery elevator ride with that ringtone. Miranda tilted her head to Andy to answer the infernal call disturbing her.

Rifling through her leather bag, a manicured hand took it. Before Sachs rummaging in it injured her grievously.

What did Sachs carry in here? Her entire squalid apt. Every worldly possession.

Watched in apt wonder and revulsion how Sachs took a message, using a Sharpie on her hand.

Held the bag like it was contaminated. The 8th floor pinged.

Someone was being fired today Miranda vowed. First her settlement with Stephen and now here with her. Runway was in for a day…

Rolled her eyes as the elevator made it to the 9th floor. Nine more floors to go.

She would have to dial Emily and inform she'd arrive sometime in December. New Year's maybe.

Pressing end. Andy turned sheepish and nonplussed. ''Sorry Miranda.'' Took back her bag. Which Miranda was holding dangling between two fingers.

Clenched pearly teeth. Miranda's phone pinged. Clutching it. ''Yes.''

Pinching her patrician nose bridge with two fingers. Not now with Sachs here. Of all people. Why had she answered?

''Yes I will have to call you back. I am in an elevator. No Stephen you do not need your vision checked that is all you get from our memorable marriage. Yes. Those missing zeros are for damages to me. Maybe if you hadn't faxed me divorce papers in Paris and oh before that decided to play find little Stephen with your entire secretary pool.''

Andy had heard the waspish vipery tone many times. Surprised the Fahrenheit didn't drop to 40 below and Andy didn't suddenly have frostbite. Andy definitely heard a word that rhymed with heartless witch yelled no hollered at Miranda from the smart phone in Mir's hand.

'' Stephen you're breaking up. Roy's under a bridge. Good bye.''

Hung up on.

Under a bridge in an elevator. Andy bit her cheek not to laugh.

Miranda squeezed her eyes shut tiredly. Would this elevator reach her floor? In this millennium. 11th floor. Before ringing in 2015.

Andy saw it trickle down her sharp cheekbone. A tear, like a raindrop. Didn't even have a tissue. She had a sleeve.

Felt it. What just brushed her face? A part of Andréa had. Snapped her eyes open.

Sachs had touched her face. From what backwoods lack of manners upbringing did Andréa think it permissible to just touch her? That was a rule. Pursing her lips to a thin line, a rule Sachs no longer was required to follow or obey.

''What are you doing Sachs?''

Concerned eyes of Andréa's was staring at her like that? Why?

Doe eyed imbecile.

Caught her hand to hers. Brushing. Miranda's palm was warm. Traced the veins. ''Sorry I…just sorry.''

Andrea sputtered, her collarbone constricting. Dropped her hand.

Miranda gave a crocodile smile. ''You know Sachs I never did receive a proper apology over Paris.''

Sachs should grovel yes that would make her feel better. Much better.

Still close to one another. Nostrils flaring.

''Miranda I...I know me leaving was very …a…umm'' Trying to find the words of I couldn't continue, it was becoming impossible, I loved you too much to see you deliberately trying to hurt others….She couldn't get anything coherent out of her mouth.

''Unprofessional. Discourteous. Childish. Churlish. Irresponsible. Petulant. Disrespectful to me. '' Miranda added helpfully.

Andy nodded, had no excuses. Looking at her shoes. 14th Floor lit.

''Why did you give me that recommendation?'' She asked her softly.

Miranda froze. Sachs wasn't supposed to know. ''I have no idea what you're talking about.''

Looking away from Andy. Examining her phone, glanced at her jewelled watch.

'' You don't even like me.'' Andy added confused. Met with silence. ''Why help me?''

Miranda turned to her. ''True, I don't like you Sachs not one iota. I don't like how you waltzed into my magazine and expecting everything handed to you because of two measly write-ups and a high and mighty speech about your so called work ethic, what you pulled in Paris could have cost me and Runway millions. ''

16th Floor lit as inside tension escalated.

''True, maybe it is that I just don't like you very much and I never will. I simply find you impossible to like. You are difficult to tolerate. '' Miranda supplied acidly.

''Me.'' Andy said dejected. Difficult? She was likable. Since kindergarten. Why give her a reference than? Miranda got along just fine when she didn't know she was talking to her. No, the difficult person in this elevator was a certain prickly Miranda.

Opening onto the 17th floor. Miranda stepped off bristling.

''Nah. You like me Priestly I know you do.'' Grinning as the elevator door closed. Before Miranda could harshly reply or even retort a response.

Author's Note: Thank you to all the incredible reviews. For one review recently who liked my amazing dynamic between Mirandy. There's more unbetaed chemistry. Gasp. Go on...give it a try. Why not?