Andy escorted a shaken Miranda Priestly to her townhouse.

Rizzoli gave Andy Sachs the eye to ask Ms Priestly. Andy was avoiding it, later after Miranda was less, well less upset. Ease her into it. Miranda had quite a night. She didn't have the heart to show her pictures of dead bodies just now. Not with what she'd opened in the box. The body part left for her. Maybe later when Miranda was more her biting self.

Andy noticed Miranda's long tapered hand was trembling with her house key in the lock. Gripping her wrist to steady. Guiding her steady hand over Miranda's to help open the front door.

Blue orbs sparkling in darkness. ''Miranda.''

Brushing off Andy's concern. ''I am fine.''

Stepping inside, Andy's boots crunched glass shards on the expensive Italian marble. The Foyer light bulb was out, odd must have blown, Andy saw someone in the dark.

''Where are the twins?'' Miranda blinked. ''At David's in Newport.''

Andy saw the intruder, a dark silhouette, glancing at Rizzoli both saw him, drew their Glocks. ''Police.''

Tackled by Rizzoli. Jane felt a smug rush of adrenaline, she would have been a better quarterback in high school than her brothers. Had been a pretty good attacker in field hockey at junior college. The impact slammed him to the ground with a satisfying crunch.

Lights came on.

''Stay down.'' Rizzoli leaned over handcuffing the pinned man.

''I live here.''

Stephen Tomlinson was lying on the Persian rug handcuffed. ''Ask my wife.''

Andy Sachs used to really dislike Stephen. His smug chiselled face, his lack of appreciation at being married to Miranda. His using of every privilege to open doors for himself.

He had irritating habits like whining that the assistants should pick up his dry cleaning as well and tailored monogrammed shirts' at Thomas Pink for him, or that time Andy had to stand in line for concert tickets he wanted for four hours and there was that other time in a blizzard he had wanted one of the lowly assistants - that would be her to run out in the middle of an emergency Runway meeting to go and walk Patricia. Wrapping Birthday gifts for the twins and picking them out because he was too busy with a case.

Reasons to dislike him just kept popping in to Andy's head. The obvious fact he was having an affair. You would have to be blind not to pick up that he was. Embarrassing Miranda that night with Irving Ravitz, faxing divorce papers in Paris and the list went on and on. So many reasons to dislike Stephen Tomlinson.

''My Wife.'' Hearing this tonight, still married, made Andy really despise Stephen and possibly feel like a gullible chump with Miranda. They were still married.

Married? What about the divorce papers in Paris. Andy couldn't keep her eyes off Miranda's wedding ring. Should've noticed. Sachs you're a fool. You really believed you had something with her. That she had feelings for you.

She still wore it. His ring. Wedding band. Gold with diamonds. How could Andy have missed it?

Miranda made her sick. They'd kissed, of course that's why she'd told her that kiss could never happen again. What was it let Andy try her lips out? Was Miranda toying with her? Andy Sachs wasn't a roll under the sheets tryst. She did not do affairs or flings.

Andy looked at Miranda who looked away at anywhere but at her. She was avoiding eye contact. She was Stephen's.

''Miranda Priestly is still your wife.'' Andy asked incredulous.

With hands behind his back, still cuffed, Stephen nodded, still gripped strongly by Rizzoli, who had him by the collar.

''Yes I am still Stephen's wife Andréa.'' Blue eyes meeting Andy's icily. ''I'd appreciate Detectives' if you unhand and uncuff my husband.''

Andy had Rizzoli free Stephen. Unlocking the handcuffs herself. Pushing him towards Miranda. Eyes narrowing you want him Miranda you can have him.

''Well it looks as if you won't be needing me anymore. Mrs Tomlinson.'' Andy coldly left.

Miranda looked at Andrea retreating back, wanted to explain to Andrea why Stephen was here. Swallowed down on the explanation she really wanted to tell her. It's not what you think she wordlessly screamed at Andy's retreating back.

Rizzoli stopped at the door. ''We have some questions and a few photos for you to look at tomorrow morning. Good night.''

Rizzoli followed telling Andy they should call two uniforms who'd be assigned to stay the night guarding The Priestly's, Sachs had already arranged it all.

Watching Sachs curiously who was pacing, agitated. ''Where's the fire Sachs?''

Andy shrugged. ''I'll cover their 4am shift.''

''Like hell you will Sachs, go home get some rest. You look awful. I'll cover the shift.'' Jane was already strolling over to say hello to the police detail.

Andy looked at Jane that was a really good idea. She could use some time away from here, away from Miranda. Saw in the lit townhouse window both of them. Sleep well Miranda.

Maybe tomorrow she'd have her Chief reassign her to another case or see if her papers for transfer had been approved. Needed to get away from Miranda Priestly for good, be free of her. She wanted off this case.

Miranda's Townhouse Bedroom

''So that's Andrea huh.'' Stephen loosened his Brooks Brother's tie, honestly curious to put a face to the name Miranda once said no moaned out her name erotically when she'd been half asleep in bed.

He rubbed his shoulder where wonder-woman cop had landed on him.

Stephen at the time had asked her. ''Who's Andrea?'' He hadn't got an answer and hadn't wanted one.

It had been years ago since he'd heard her call out that name.

That day at Runway, Andrea certainly had been worked fiercely as Miranda recalled she hadn't taken her developing feelings for her second assistant well. She hadn't liked the idea that someone was capable of unfreezing her heart and melting her icy walls with just infectious warmth.

''I remember her. The one who came upstairs.'' Stephen said with dawning recollection, taking off his wingtips. Throwing his socks over his shoulder, Miranda gathered them up. Stephen never picked up after himself.

No he'd never had an answer till now Andréa.

Smirking Andy was the one with the look of pure terror interrupting their argument. Suspected someone close to Miranda but never actually said aloud. His wife was attracted to an ex-employee, once her assistant. What a dilemma. Wait a minute was Andrea the one in Paris who walked away. One of kind alright.

''Was Andrea the taken for granted walking out assistant in Paris?''

Miranda's eyes narrowed. Not in the mood to discuss Andrea with of all people Stephen. Her paper spouse.

Returning from Paris, Stephen had offered to reconsider the divorce, a reconciliation. No bad press, stay married. Live separate lives. Win, win.

Had been for the twins mainly. David her first husband, DA had presented Miranda with papers for full custody. Stability was the only way she was going to keep them.

Stephen knew now he was a better friend and attorney to Miranda then a husband. Their marriage made Hindenburg look less of a disaster. On top of that, Miranda had Irv Ravitz attempt at ousting her from Runway during Paris Fashion Week.

He had to stay and help Miranda. Stephen openly admitted they were horrible as a couple but he adored the twins and Miranda had grown on him.

Irony him with a wife, it looked good to his very stuffy traditional law firm. Stephen went dry joining Bill W and begged his boyfriend for a second chance.

''So Andrea's a cop. She's seems to be the protective, strong silent type, big brown eyes…''

''Don't Stephen.'' Stephen knew Miranda well enough not to cross that line.

''So are you going to explain the whole why are the cops in my house, is it because of that student's murder?'' Stephen was waiting for answers. His arms crossed sitting on her bed. ''If there is a threat I need to know about?'' He would be happy to pack up the kids and leave Manhattan.

Miranda couldn't help it, her façade slipping it was all too much. Realisation hitting her on what she had seen, a hand left for her, a death threat…What kind of monster was after her? The words echoing through her frightened mind all life unravels like thread, her's is ending soon. How soon and why? What had she done to deserve this sicko?

Stephen listened eyes widening as he heard what was left for Miranda at the office. Holding her crying form against him, rubbing her back. ''I could stay here with you. If you need me Miranda.''

She smiled a watery smile, kissing his cheek lightly. Wiping her eyes with her fingertips. ''I'm fine now, Stephen please let's go to bed.''

Miranda with Patricia at her heels, backed Stephen towards the door. ''Darling, your bed is not here with me.''

Stephen nodded heading for his room across the hall. ''You just call out if you need me. Try to sleep Miranda. Good night''

''Good night.'' she closed the door, hiding how affected she still was. She was going to be awake all night. Couldn't sleep tonight even if she tried. How did Andrea sleep? After seeing such nightmares.

That box of horrors, wished she hadn't opened it. Andrea had just been numb and detached calling it in. What had Andrea seen to be so fine about it?

She could still feel being held to Andréa and told to look at her, into her eyes only.

Nausea passed as a soft whine and weighing down of her bed caught her attention. The dog wagging its tail tentatively. Her big paws already on the comforter ''Alright Patricia but just for tonight as I know you're afraid of the dark.''

Deep bloodshot eyes looked at her. Letting out a small whine. ''You miss the girls, I do too.'' Whispered into the canine's neck. Her daughters would be home Monday. Wanted to keep this from her babies. Somehow.

A soft knock. Opening to Stephen in a faded Yale T-shirt and boxers. ''Hey why don't I take the week off and when the girls get back Monday you do the same take some much needed time off at Runway and we'll drive to my place in Conyers Farm.''

Miranda leaned her head against the doorframe. ''Did Nigel put you up to this?''

Caught.

Stephen shook his head vigorously. ''Nigel had absolutely nothing to do with this.'' Sort of. Told to vehemently deny by Nigel five minutes ago on the phone.

Miranda knew Nigel had suggested this, Stephen was a better man because of Nigel.. ''Maybe Stephen I'll have to arrange...''

''Yes or No Miranda. Come on sleeping in, scrabble, water and the twins get their doting and baking Godmother (Nigel stress baked) and their Mom 24/7.''

''Very well yes. Thank you and tell Nigel who had nothing to do with this, thank you as well.''

Declining a late night snack. Shutting her door.

Miranda undid her blouse, slipping it off her shoulders along with her charcoal grey slit skirt, walking into her walk in closet that was the size of a another bedroom, strange hadn't left her vanity drawer open. Shutting it. Pulling on a nightgown over her head.

Miranda poured over the rest of the Runway Issues. Had to find it. Promised Andrea her help. Running a hand through her silvery hair.

Think Miranda you've seen that image before.

Swallowing down fear that someone wanted her dead. A killer was hunting her.

Andrea presumed she was a cloud nine married spouse to Stephen now. Earlier had been so stung and hurt by Andrea's words of not wanting to be near her. Why she left in Paris was being near her. Exactly what she'd thought Andréa hated her. Ran off.

Found her.

Then they'd shared a kiss together before everything…lips meeting had been lovely, tasting Andrea. For the first time and no doubt last time. Hugging Patricia closer. ''Oh Andréa.''

A Wi-Fi cam feed watched Miranda Priestly cuddle Patricia. Pausing her. The Artist watched her. Zooming in, on her flawless beauty.

Read her lips. Andréa.

How he enjoyed watching his prey. The Artist frowned with disappointment as Miranda slipped on the satin blue nightie. He would have preferred the white with the lace. Hanging at the back of her closet.