Hey peeps! This has been in my drafts for several years and I decided to polish it and make it presentable. You're probably wondering why Queen's Heart hasn't been updated? Well, my phone broke and I looked back thru the two posted chapters. I decided that it wasn't planned out as well as it should have been. It also seemed kind of rushed (or, was it just me?). It's on a hiatus for right now. Anyway.

As those of you on the DWP Facebook group saw, I posted a cover for a fic titled, Devil's Fury. It should be posted within the next week or so. This will probably be a four part story.

Also, I apologize deeply for failing to post this when I said I would. My grandma had a minor heart surgery and it had us in a tizzy. Devil's Fury is under editing (shout out to my friend Kat - you rock!).

Disclaimer: It's a shame that I don't own a damn thing. If I did, there would've been a 2nd movie and Miranda and Andy would be a couple.

Random Side Notes: Miranda is 42, Andy is 23, the twins and Patricia are 2yrs old. Stephen-Can't keep it in his pants-Tomlinson never happened (so she married once, and had a few suitors here and there- before marrying). Miranda and the twins' father are on decent terms.

Lastly, I wanted to try and write something that's out of my comfort zone. So, my muse decided on a somewhat drama laden story of crime, romance, and a dash of angst (with a happy ending, of course).

To say that I was having a bad day, was an understatement. It started with a less than stellar run-through, followed by an uninspiring showing from an up-and-coming designer, followed by a meeting with the insufferable shit of a CEO named Irv. I thought to myself that the day couldn't possibly get any worse than it already was.

That was until I received a very unsettling phone call.

It had been almost a year since Andrea left me in Paris, and almost six months since I had caught a brief glimpse of the brown eyed girl as she waved to me from the other side of the street. The past year has been rough without my ex-assistant.

I was sat at my desk going over some last minute details of a photoshoot, when my cellphone began to ring.

"This is Miranda."

"Hi, Ms Priestly."

"Who is this and how did you get my number?"

"My name is Dr. Miller, from Presbyterian Hospital. I'm calling about Andrea Sachs."

The feeling of worry coursed through my veins as I said, "What, pray tell, is so important about her that you had to interrupt my very busy day?"

"Well, you're listed as Ms Sachs' emergency contact. She was brought into the hospital after being found unconscious in an alley not far from the Elias-Clarke building."

"Oh? Can you give me any information other than that?"

"Sorry, ma'am. I can't give out info over the phone. I can tell you that she is on the fourth floor... that is if you want to see her?"

"Give me ten minutes. That's all."

As I strode out of my office I demanded, "Emily, coat and bag. Have Roy waiting for me when I get outside. Cancel and rearrange what you can. Also, tell Nigel to call me as soon as possible. That's all."

When I got into the car, Nigel's name flashed across my phone and I answered it without hesitation.

"Mir-"

I cut Nigel off, "Sh- she's in th-the hospital. I'm her emergency contact, I have no idea what's going on ex-"

"Miranda. Take a deep breath and tell me, slowly, what happened and what you know."

I huffed. He was right, I should take a deep breath because whenever I get nervous or anything of the sort, I talk fast and stutter. "I got a call after my meeting with Irv. It was from a doctor at Presbyterian, regarding Andrea. Apparently, she was found unconscious in an alley not too far from Elias-Clarke."

"Oh. OH, SHIT."

"Indeed. I need you to cover for me. If anyone asks, it's a family emergency." I paused before speaking again. "I have to go, I just got to the hospital."

"Call if you need anything."

My only response was a shaky, "That's all."Slipping on my large framed sunglasses, I got out of the car. I said nothing to Roy as I walked into the hospital. He probably figured that he should await my call or text for his instructions. However, none of that mattered at the moment. My one and only priority was to get to the fourth floor and see Andrea.

As soon as I reached the nurses' station, I flatly inquired, "Andrea Sachs?"

A doctor had just rounded the corner and asked, "Ms. Priestly, I'm Doctor Miller. Let me grab Ms. Sachs chart and then you can follow me." Then he turned to the nurses at the nurses' station and said, "If you so much as mention to anyone that Miranda Priestly is here, you will be fired. As with every celebrity that comes in, there is an NDA that you will be required to sign..." Doctor Miller turned and gave me a wry smirk and a wink, "That's all."

As we were walking down the hall towards Andrea's room, I realised that I recognized the doctor. "How do I know you from somewhere..."

"I'm Jackson. James' younger brother. We've only met once or twice."

"Ah. The best man at our wedding, yes?"

Jackson just nodded as we stopped just outside of Andrea's room. "Just a forewarning, Andrea is hooked up to several different machines and is beaten and bloody. I wanted to give you a heads up, just because of the fact that her condition is... on the gruesome side. However, she is in a fairly stable condition, despite her looking terrible."

I took a moment to silently, mentally, prepare for whatever lay just beyond this door. "Okay, I'm ready."

Jackson opened up the door and when I stepped inside, my heart stopped. Normally, Andrea was tall and sturdy- much like an Amazon. Now? Now she looked incredibly weak, small, and rough. I was pulled out of thought as Jackson caught my attention.

"Miranda? You okay?"

"Just a little startled at the sight of her."

"Understandable. She is slightly concussed, but that should heal rather quickly."

"Concussed?" I asked. I knew the word vaguely, but was still kind of confused.

"Ms. Sachs has a slight concussion. In simpler terms, her brain is lightly bruised and her memory could be fuzzy when she wakes up."

"I see. What else happened?"

There was a lull in the conversation, while he looked at her charts.

"The only major issues that we need to worry about, are the gash on her face and the fact that she is malnourished and showing signs of infection."

Being malnourished explains her smaller than average stature. But infection? I wondered what would explain that.

Jackson was replacing an IV bag and must have sensed the questions I had. "The police officer that rode with Andrea in the ambulance, said that she looked like she could have been in some sort of scuffle, prior to being found. Judging by the looks of the cut she sustained, that is most likely the cause of the infection. Once my nurse, Michelle, cleans Andrea up a little more, we should be able to do a more in-depth exam. We will also do more testing and hopefully, we will get more answers."

I took a deep breath trying to center myself and trying to think clearly. I haven't the slightest clue as to what I should be doing about this.

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