Disclaimer. I do not own Miranda. BBC television and Miranda Hart own all. I just love the show. No copyright infringement is intended not should be inferred.

1. Without

Gary woke later than he had planned. The last couple of weeks had been hectic in the restaurant. He loved his job. It was all he had ever wanted to do but catering for two wedding, a hen night and a Bar mitzvah in the same week had been exhausting. He smiled slightly, knowing he shouldn't complain. Work was important, especially now he was a married man. He smiled slightly. He had finally got his act together and married the woman he had been in love with for a stupid amount of time. Frowning slightly he realised he had no idea where Miranda was. Deciding he had to get up and face the day as well as find out what his new wife was up to he threw the duvet off and got out of bed.

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Stevie put the impossibly large mug in the centre of the display table. She knew it was a running gag, the difference in size between her and her best friend but she really did think the oversized mug would sell. She folded her arms as she appraised the display stand, deciding it was good enough she headed back to her seat behind the counter to read her magazine.

"Hiya." She looked up to see Gary jog down the stairs from Miranda's flat. "No Miranda?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing. Where is she?"

"I." Gary shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno. Thought she was here. I slept in."

"Reeally."

"Stevie."

"Sorry." Stevie blushed. "You really don't know where she is? I mean you are her husband."

"You're her best friend."

"Yes." Stevie nodded. "But I don't live with her. I don't share a bed with her." Stevie held his gaze. He looked at his feet. "You are really worried. Aren't you? Have you had a fight?"

"No." Gary frowned. "She just wasn't there when I woke up. That's not like her."

"Well, did she say anything last night? Is she going to see Penny today?" Stevie bit her lip, picking the desk diary up from the counter. "No, she hasn't written anything in here. If its to do with the shop we right it in here. We did do it on the tablet but then that was broken when she pushed me off the stool."

Gary smirked slightly, knowing that Stevie really didn't mind the sudden reaction from her best friend. Miranda and Stevie were quite the double act. "No. Penny and Miranda's dad are away until tomorrow. A retreat to put the spark back in their marriage apparently." Both shuddered.

"Then I really don't have any idea where she could be. Have you tried calling her?"

"Yeah. Her phone is in the flat." He ran a hand over his face. "I'm going to see Clive, see if she has been in there. No point calling the police. Not until she has been missing over 24 hours."

"We don't actually know for certain that she is missing." Stevie watched as he nodded before leaving the shop. She took a deep breath wondering exactly what Miranda had got involved in this time.

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A/n its a long time since I've written anything for Miranda. Worth going on?