Morning

Andy was seeing her in front of her. Alive. ''I need you to be strong for me. My darling.''

''I need you.'' Andy repeated desperately. ''Stay with me.''

She was leaving her. Watching her world disappear. ''Come back.''

Come back.

''Andrea you're safe now.''

Startled awake like a jolt, flinching from Miranda's soft stroke on Andy's clammy face. It was only a dream.

Liat's crisp voice. ''Easy Detective here's some water.'' Poured a glass of cold liquid which Andy guzzled down, held for her by Miranda's long tapered hand.

Whatever Andy was only seeing had caused her to be overcome with shaking and tremoring all through the night. She had also been in and out of consciousness.

Maura couldn't determine if it was Ketamine or Benzodiazepine with a mixed hallucinogen, had taken a sample from Andy to test later.

Andy made to get up still dazed. Pushed back to the bed sternly by someone elderly and petite, who Andy would never have thought to be so strong.

''No Sachs you will rest.'' Liat Princhek was no nonsense to Andrea. ''You gave us all quite a fright Detective.'' Liat was inspecting her stitching on Andrea's arm.

Andy swallowed hard. Her voice hoarse asking. ''How long have I been like this?''

''Two days.''

Andy's mouth fell open. Two days. Bedridden.

''Andrea you must rest. Please you need to rest.'' Miranda's voice was laced with concern. Andy met Miranda's blue eyes staring at her. ''I'm fine.'' Andy tone was hardly grateful for nursing her.

''No you're not.'' Miranda stated as if knowing her better. Andrea had only calmed down a few hours ago.

''Very well Detective. Do get up then and your clothes are there.'' Liat Princhek was not about to help her anymore or give into Andrea's stubborn bravado. Crossing her arms seriously at her patient.

Andy was not quite sure how to take Mrs Princhek.

''Mother.'' Miranda gave her parent a piercing look of Andrea could hurt herself. About to offer her hand.

Liat gave a stern look to Miri not to help, Andy Sachs had to do this and see she couldn't.

Andy made to try to get up. Failing to with each attempt and no assistance. Biting out slumping. ''I'll rest.''

Liat Princhek smiled smugly. ''Good you see my point of view. Besides I will be furious if you open your stitches and if you hurt yourself Miri will be beside herself. It's best for yours and our wellbeing if you just obey me by lying back and resting.''

Now Andy knew where Miranda got her 'wonderful' disposition from.

''Miri can help you with eating and later will wash and dress you.'' Indicating Andy's right arm in a sling Liat looped around her and Andy realised whose clothes were these. Dressed in a loose black watch shirt. Was it Stephen's? By the size perhaps. Miranda answered. ''You were sick twice.''

Andy stammered. ''I'll manage myself.''

Liat gave Andy a look of just try it Sachs. Miranda blushed uncomfortably at her mother's words of washing and dressing Andrea, so did Andy's face read the same unease and by the shaking of her head vehemently not an ounce enamoured with the idea of Miranda nearby.

Andrea Sachs was a worse patient then Car and Cass who once had chickenpox twice at the same time. Wasn't hungry, Liat must have been a get away with nothing mother to Miranda.

''Nonsense, you need to build your strength up. To shoot all those criminals you hunt especially the one wanting to harm my daughter.''

''Patricia is she, did she survive?'' Liat liked Detective Sachs she put everyone even a stabbed animal ahead of herself.

''Dr Isles' patient is still wagging her tail.'' Miranda smiled gratefully.

She left Andrea to rest.

Maura had discovered she and Miranda Priestly shared a love for good gourmet coffee not Folgers or Maxwell House instant that Jane blindly swallowed.

To Jane, java was java and a cup of Joe didn't take a bazillion years to roast.

Jane muttered coffeeporn as Maura was deeply impressed by The Jetson style coffeemaker. Practically cooing over it. Maura moaned her approval of her coffee, sipping away.

Jane felt staying here was like being in a Downton Abbey episode it was huge and they had servants.

Servants. What Frankie, Tommy and her could have done having servants' do all their chores in their blue collar neighbourhood of Revere, servants doing everything for you beat out wanting a horse named Walter to ride to school on she'd once kidded Maura with.

Looking at Ms Priestly's twins who were sweet and surprisingly unspoiled. They both loved horses, Jane quieted Maura from telling the twins about riding naked at her alma mater BCU equine dressage event in protest of budget cuts.

Jane had already insulted their riding instructor and the housekeeper and caretaker with questioning them intensely, she was sure there were a few more suspects lurking in servant's quarter remaining to be questioned. She wanted to be busy not sitting here on her hands waiting for the killer to strike.

Both Jane and Maura had seen how Miranda had been by Andrea's side for the last two days.

Emily had offered to take over helping Andrea but was declined. Emily hid her surprise thought Miranda couldn't stand Andrea after Paris. Hid a small smile maybe The Ice Queen had defrosted a bit to notice how Andrea felt. Emily hoped her boss had.

Rizzoli was tiptoeing in The Dragon Lady's good books over implying earlier in the morning that Andrea was a presumed suspect. Outraged by Jane's accusation.

Jane winced recalling Miranda Priestley's prickly reaction to the idea that Andrea had any involvement.

Told flatly. ''Andrea is not trying to kill me Dt. Rizzoli. You know that she is upstairs recovering from being attacked by the suspect who wants me dead. A suspect you should do your job by finding.'' Miranda's glacial temper was piqued. Tension etched her face, looking squarely at Rizzoli.

Still reeling from seeing Andrea hurt, bleeding and being able to do nothing for her when whatever she'd been drugged with made her experience hallucinations that were painfully real to her.

Shown what was found around Saffron's neck. Miranda paled. She'd been upset when it had gone missing a year ago. Like she'd lost a last piece of Andrea.

''Where did you find it?'' Miranda asked Detective Rizzoli.

''On Saffron Whitford Franks body.''

''It had Dt. Sach's fingerprint on it. Ms Priestly.'' Jane countered.

''Andrea gave it to me as a gift four years ago. Detective Rizzoli.'' Miranda huffed.

''Is it a crime to exchange gifts at work.'' Maura gave Jane a look of 'I told you so and that there'd be a reason.'

Rizzoli had grumbled at Miranda. '' I'll still confirm with Sachs.''

Jane's long legs strode toward upstairs.

Stopped by Miranda from tiring Andy. ''Dt. Sachs…Andrea is resting.'' Maura read how protective of Sachs, Miranda Priestly was. Maybe they'd worked out the barbed tension between them. She was a fortress to be reckoned with the way she was backing Jane away from bothering Andy.

Lunch

Miranda helped her with tea and feeding her soup, Andy hated being an invalid, and it would have to be her right arm. Andy would never in a million years, ever think The Queen of Fashion would nurse her.

Unbuttoned Stephen's shirt, both of them not too happy, Miranda about giving her a sponge bath and Andy about receiving a sponge bath. She still had blood all over her. Andy wished it was the killer's blood and not hers.

Gave a desperate look at Liat, Andy didn't want Miranda to see her.

Liat had seen the scar down Andrea's limp arm etched of ''Mine.'' Miranda hadn't.

Liat decided. Miri needed to, see them. Left both of them to become better acquainted.

Miranda's eyes were everywhere but on Andy's bare skin. Breathing slowly paying excruciating attention to wringing out a wet wash cloth. She concentrated on Andy's hands, dragging the soapy cloth up her arm avoiding the bandages. Suddenly seeing it. A scar, she traced the raised and silvery ridges. ''Mine.'' Who carved that word on Andrea?

Gasping at another few marks on Andrea. Carved initials of LT and MJ and four deep welts on her shoulder blade, circular like burn marks.

Her eyes were wide with horror, who had hurt her Andrea. Meeting Andy's eyes.

Andy had felt paralyzed, having Miranda's hand on her, touching her arms. She recognised the look in her sapphire eyes. Pity filled them.

''Do they hurt?''

Andy bit out defensive. ''No.'' Flinched as Miranda went to touch the ''Mine'' carving. ''Who did this to you?'' Her voice shook asking.

Andy looked down at the carpet. Seemingly ignoring her question.

''Please tell me? Andrea?'' Met with a wall of silence, Miranda lifted Andy's chin. ''Talk to me.''

Not meeting her blue eyes. Feeling Miranda's fingers on her jaw. ''Was it when you were stabbed before?''

Andy was scared to death of letting anyone least of all Miranda inside. Guarded with Miranda defiantly quiet, closing off. ''Did a suspect do this?'' Ignored Miranda's question rudely.

She whispered 'Leave me alone.' Turning as far from Miranda as she could.

''Fine. I don't know why I try. I thought when I came to see you at your place we might be, in a way friends. Obviously that would be too much to ask of you, wouldn't it? Us. Friends.''

Irritated dropping her soft fingers she'd never know Andrea Sachs. Why did she even bother to show Andrea she cared? She had that younger lover in that picture to worry for her.

Losing patience and raw from memories she'd shelved and relived, Andy grabbed her hand, held it to hers. ''Fine you want to know where each one is from.'' Like a marred map. Her hand guided Mir's fingers along her skin, making Miranda trail a few smaller scars. ''Those are from the Sinaloa when they took me and I almost bled to death. That was three years ago.''

She squeezed Mir's hand, pulling her hand higher to her shoulder blade to the four round marks. '' These are from someone who smoked and he didn't have an ashtray on hand. What can I say I'm a bullet and knife magnet.'' She smiled wryly at her own dry humour. The normal sparkle of her eyes dimming.

Making Miranda's palm touch her shoulder blade trembling brought to the initials. ''These were carved by a special kind of monster and this one by the same monster.'' her fingertips feathering the puckered skin '' Mine.'' on Andy's arm.

''I was seven.'' Andy confessed. Looking at anywhere but at Miranda.

''Who is Jude?''

Andy eyes widened at the name. What the hell had she said outloud. Revealed.

''You cried out Jude many times.'' Presumed Jude was Andy's lover. Miranda didn't like to think of this Jude being with, sharing moments with and loving Andrea with her body. Miranda blushed at that thought. Andrea wasn't hers.

''Is Jude...'' Miranda was trying to ask if Jude was the one in photo she'd found. Miranda Priestly since when do you get tongue tied around anyone least of all Sachs.

Andy blinked. ''Jude's someone very close to me.'' Missed seeing Miranda's reaction to Andy's words and her look of hurt and disappointment.

''Leave us Miri.''

Miranda did.

Liat took Andy's hand for her pulse. ''I see you want my daughter.'' Andy went to say some form of denial. '' I admire Miranda greatly…

''I'm old but not blind Detective Sachs.'' Quirking a smile. ''You do have feelings for Miri as well I see that also.''

Liat began rolling up her sleeve to show her concentration number carved into her arm. Andy saw it. "You and I both have something in common: We are both intimately familiar with evil. Marked by it. It does something to your soul. Latches to you and we would do anything to prevent those we love from seeing the devil we have seen."

Blue eyes weighed Andy. Measuring her. ''Miri. I hope to believe that you'll protect her Detective Sachs.''

Andy's pressed her lips together. Mulling her words carefully. ''Mrs. Princhek, I will meet the killer at the gates of hell before I let any harm befall your daughter or the twins.''

Liat digested Sachs words pleased. ''Then I know you'll protect Miri.'' Miri was her joy.

''One more thing Detective Sachs my daughter doesn't give her heart easily, I would treat it carefully and fragilely with consideration.'' Still holding Andy's eyes.

''Call me Andy, Mrs. Princhek.''

Liat smiled at Andy. '' Well Andy call me Liat.''

Dryly amused the perfect partner for her daughter, was a cop who hardly cared what she wore on her back.

After Rizzoli queried Andy about the locket being a gift, she was cleared as a suspect. Miranda was working on sketching him.

Miranda's second assistant Beatrice was under police protection back in the city. Rizzoli earlier had recovered Andy's Glock, the syringe in the woods and was snapping photos with her mobile of the bike tire tracks.

Andy was getting fed up with how Nigel kept giving her pitying looks, asking constantly. ''You okay Six?'' Offered to bake her a peach cheesecake Andy declined. His coddling was weirding her out. Stephen asked if Andy needed any help downstairs earlier and it burnt her up especially from him, she was fine and Emily stealing glances at Andy.

Wonderful she'd been weak in front of all of them.

Felt blue eyes lift to her, Miranda watched Andy over the rim of her glasses. Drawing out a man who wanted to kill her who she'd naively been in the same room with. Holding a pencil with a trembling finger smoothing across the paper.

''Andy!'' Cassidy and Caroline, careful with her sling. Quietly pulled into the media room that was the size of Andy's whole apartment.

Called after by their Mom. ''Girls be gentle with Andrea.''

Cass folded her arms. ''Tell us what's going on Andy please.'' Car looked at Andy severely resembling their mother.

''Something's wrong and we want to know what it is? Something important is being kept from us, we know it is. You were badly hurt and Patricia was also hurt.'' Andy hesitated in what to tell them.

''We know Claudia Davenport was murdered please tell us Andy what is it with Mom?'' Both imploring her. ''Mom keeps hugging us for no reason and today, Mom bought us a pair of Arabian Bay fillies' Andy they're $25,000 each.''

Andy jaw dropped, she only got $25 dollar gift cards for presents and an iPod touch once. Seriously she had cheap friends.

''That's a generous gift. Any special reason or occasion?'' Cass shook her head, Andy exhaled it was hard to keep anything from Miranda's offspring, they had her eyes. Grumbling the same eyes she had a hard time turning away from.

Andy realised she had to tell the twins everything. Both of the twins deserved to know. She knew Miranda was protecting them from it. It was time they know the truth. It was safer that they knew.

''Sit down, girls.''

Afternoon

Cass and Car had begged. Andy wasn't about to give in. ''Your mom will kill me.'' Cass conjoled. ''It's teaching us a skill like knitting or baking.'' Andy balked. CQC was not something Martha Stewart covered. Car groaned at Andy's refusal. ''Mom will never know.''

Andy countered. ''Oh she'll know, nothing gets by The Dragon.''

Andy gave in, standing in their gym.

Showing them a few defense moves and vulnerable points of the anatomy not obvious that incapacitate like eyes, wrist, neck and Adam's apple with a bit of Krav Maga and Fairbairn. How to get out of holds. How to strike without breaking your hand which if wielded correctly wielded more impact than a clenched fist.

''It's all about adapting, improvisation use a rock or glass or even a hard object like a magazine.''

''What's going on here? Andrea?''

Miranda could tell immediately her daughters now knew.

''Mom, Andy was showing us self-defense.''

''Was she now. Why?'' Not breaking eye contact with Andy. Who was trying but not succeeding in looking innocent. Squirming under her intense gaze. Honestly how had she lasted undercover with a face that she could read like a book?

Car and Cass faces fell at her tone. Could tell Andy was in trouble. Big trouble.

Andy saw Miranda was icily furious at her. ''I told you specifically I would tell my daughters and you still went behind my back.'' Flung those words at Andrea.

''Miranda they needed to know.'' Miranda narrowed her blue eyes on Sachs. ''You had no right to tell them.'' Roused her temper fully, blazing blue eyes at her.

Andy held her left hand up in mock surrender. ''Sorry La Priestly a thousand humble scraping apologies for actually telling your kids what's going on instead of buying them horses to distract them with. Maybe if you just talked to them.'' Smirking at Miranda' mouth gaping.

''Andrea do not be derisive to me or tell me how to raise my daughters.'' Andy couldn't help it, it was because Miranda looked so damn cute cutting eyes at her. Laughter bursting out of her mouth before she could stop herself, fully forgetting how sensitive her dragon was.

Rigid and bristling with ramrod straight regal posture turning her back on Andy.

Andy shouldn't have laughed at her.

''Miri it is good Andy did so. They had to know. They cannot be sheltered from the danger.'' Miranda whipped around at her mother's voice. Liat shared a sympathetic understanding smile at Andy. Putting up with Miranda.

Hissing at Andy with the last word. ''I wanted to tell my daughters. It wasn't your place. It was mine.'' Leaving her mother and Andrea.

Andy knew she'd permanently pissed off The Dragon Lady for telling Cassidy and Caroline, hardly looking at by her.

Rizzoli shook Miranda up by showing the photo of the Jane Doe with severed hand.

''Agnew.''

''Do you know her Miranda?'' Andy asked, watching her reaction. Could tell Miranda recognized her right away. Who was she?

''Yes she was roommate of mine in Paris when I first started working at Chic. I haven't seen her in years.''

Miranda was visibly shaking, crossing to a mantle full of framed photos, finding it.

''Here it is, see it is her.'' Shown a photo Andy agreed the resemblance was uncanny to the victim.

Andy studied the photograph curiously of a much younger carefree Miranda next to a Parisian landmark with Agnew. Miranda was far prettier to Andy. Had a flair and cascading red hair with a huge smile was a bit of a surprise to Andy who'd only seen Miranda as silvery haired and The Ice Queen persona. Andy grinned at the intimate glimpse of a younger Miranda.

Miranda smiled wistfully. ''We didn't speak a word of french fluently. When I started at Chic my pay was terrible we survived on brie and croissants, croque monsieur's and éclairs the first month and I taught art lessons. Agnew was a hand model for jewellery. ''

Miranda shivered. ''I can't believe Agnew's dead. He killed her so savagely. Her hands she loved her hands.' She sank down in a floral chintz chair looking blindly at the picture. ''Why is someone targeting me like this? Killing people I know, Agnew I knew years ago we lost track hadn't spoken in years. Saffron I barely knew her, only as her boss….. Andy sooner or later he is going to kill someone…..else closer to me.''

Miranda didn't come for dinner. Andy was worried. Agnew's death had upset her greatly, Andy could tell. Discovering someone she knew well once was murdered and she hadn't realised it was her severed hand sent to her was more than enough to upset anyone.

Andy with Rizzoli checked the security system tonight and Andy made her way alone upstairs to make amends.

Jane was avoiding Maura's DVD choices poor twins enduring Merchant & Ivory.

The twins, Emily and Nigel and Stephen were in the media room. Cassidy and Caroline were amazed at Maura's lack of pop culture knowledge.

Rapping her knuckles on the door.

Opening the door, Miranda stood with folding arms at Andrea. ''I'm sorry... I should've let you tell them. I apologise for that.'' Responded with a terse. ''Accepted.''

Turning away from Andy. ''Please just go away Andrea.'' Miranda haughtily sniffed. ''I don't want you around me right now.''

Andy spied the two bottles of Australian red and an empty wine glass on Miranda's nightstand.

''Have you been drinking?''

A haughty ivory face turned, slurred. ''Maybe.'' Andy saw now one of the bottles was empty and the other almost empty. In all the time Andy worked for Miranda she hardly drank she'd nurse a champagne flute at a Gala.

''Miranda.''

''Yes I have but apparently not enough.'' Miranda scowled.

Andy brows furrowed, gentling her tone to Miranda. ''It's going to be okay.''

''Oh Andrea do you think. Maybe I could drink enough to forget someone's trying to murder me…how they're probably going to kill me soon and this…'' Pouring another glass. '' maybe this can take away how afraid I am yes surprise The Ice Queen is completely terrified and maybe just maybe tonight forget you exist.''

Ouch and youch that stung a lot to Andy.

''Yes. You.'' Pointing at Andrea viciously.

Bitter laughter from Miranda. ''No that would be impossible to forget how you make me feel. Because you're always near me you and your damn eyes.'' Turning away from Andy.

Miranda was tipsy. Gosh she could burp or hiccup and it would be adorable to Andy.

Andy placed her left hand onto Miranda's small of her back turning her to her. Satin rippling under her touch.

Met sparkling wet eyes. Wiping them with her long fingertips. '' Most of all other than dying, I'm afraid of you.'' Andy blinked her surprise. ''Me.''

'Yes. You, wanting you, having feelings for you.''

Andy's brown eyes were hard to read for Miranda. Croaking out. ''I crave you Andrea.''

''Miranda I…'' Andy knew Miranda had had too much to drink this evening, the wine was making her Andy's for tonight. Coming closer to Andy without hesitation.

''So serious.'' Teasing Andy lightly. Trailing a manicured fingertip along Andy's lips. Right now she wasn't the Miranda, Andy knew. Another woman in front of her, a more sensual Miranda.

Protesting at Miranda. ''Miranda you've had way too much to drink.''

Mocking dancing lit eyes at Andy. ''Have I?''

''I want to, I need to, I must kiss you.''

Miranda's mouth was inches from hers, grabbing the back of her neck pulling Andy to her, Miranda pressed her mouth to Andy's lips.

Nibbling her slickened lower lip, nipped it between her mouth, Miranda eyes darkening, first Andy was shocked then began responding to Miri's urging mouth's slickened libations.

Maneuvering Miranda who was returning each kiss of Andy's with gusto and carnal vim moving with her across the room. Groaning, Andy and Miranda were up against the wall.

Geez a long time ago Andy would've like to have seen Miranda free of her uptight rigidness, to uncoil all her pent up prim tension, release her. Just once. Now she was against Andy.

By the set of her straight shoulders hung a black satin nightgown with lace trim, did Miranda even inebriated ever wrinkle, even her coiffed mane not a hair was out of place. Yearned to muss that perfect silvery mane a bit, feel it between her fingers. Stroking her hair and returning each kiss.

Bruising Miri's lips, Miranda felt Andy's fingers slowly trail her satin nightgown grasping it up her leg.

Pressed to Andrea's pelvis, peppering her face with soft kisses, along her chin, Andy's bandage arm hung limp, cradling her with her good arm.

Andy searched her face, Miranda's eyes softened as their mouths were learning each other's taste, her one hand caressing Miri's hips through slippery fabric. Miranda was caressing Andrea making to have her drawn closer to her.

Gentling as she moaned to Andy's touch, soft was the way Miri felt to Andy whose teeth raked her ivory shoulder, moist lips brushed across her collarbone fumbling with one of her ties, letting the nightgown slip off, pooling around her ankles. Tugged by the hand to the bed.

Tasting wine on her tongue, Andy wanted to feel Miranda. Not like this. Andy swallowed hard. Had to do this.

Stopping their kiss. ''Miranda…Miri we can't…not like this. Stephen is downstairs.'' Andy gently peeled Miranda's arms from around her neck. Miranda mumbled against her cheek ''Stephen won't care.''

Miranda's eyes looked like lit blue tipped flames at Andy, her face annoyed at ceasing their kiss. ''Andrea in case you've missed it, I'm throwing myself at you.''

Andy knew that, but wanted anything between them soberly. Making to kiss Andrea's throat, ran her mouth down Andy's quivering breastbone through her shirt. Stopping.

Reading Andy's silence wrong, ''I see…despite my full participation this is not mutual.'' Feeling mortified, no beyond humiliated and rejected. Like cold water thrown, Andrea didn't want her. Handed her nightgown pulling it on rushing away from Andrea to the bathroom.

Hearing the click of the lock as Andy tried the door handle. ''Miranda.'' Trying it again, resting her head on the door. ''Let's talk. If you'd just come out and listen to me. Please.'' Didn't hear Andrea's muffled. ''I do want you just not…like this.''

Miranda didn't come out.

The Next Morning

Maura Isles noticed a total shift in Miranda Priestly towards Detective Sachs. Fendi sunglasses perched on her face and the spastic anger of a decaffeinated Chihuahua and frosty body language. Standing with packed bags in the foyer, they were returning to the city earlier.

If Dr Isles was confused so was Rizzoli, actually told to give this to Andy Sachs as if she wasn't in the room. Andy was right beside them.

Andy was looking at him. The person who wanted to kill Miranda Priestly.

Problem was he looked like anybody. Studying the sketch Miranda had drawn from memory, she was a really good artist. Captured him very lifelike on paper.

''Miranda.'' Ignored deliberately as Roy was hauling a luggage set into the town car. Andy tried again. ''Miranda we need to talk.''

Stiffly turning her back on Andrea. Bristling in body language. ''There is nothing to talk about. Andréa. I'd appreciate it if you stay out of my way.''

''About last night.'' Roy heard Andy's words, pretending not to. Miranda looked at her with her sunglasses hiding her eyes. ''I couldn't be with you like that. It's not what you think…if you'd just let me explain to you Miranda.''

Met with cool silence. Andy was getting nowhere with her Ex-Boss. ''Excuse me for being decent and not giving you a sympathy coition on command. I may have been your assistant once but I don't downshift to perks in bed just because I'm protecting you. Besides your married.''

Whirling around at Andrea. ''Yes I'm aware of my matrimonial status and when this case is over I look forward to having nothing to do with you again Andrea Sachs. Roy. Door.''

Andy Sachs Precinct

Cutter was on the case. Her case. Andy Sachs couldn't believe it. Cutter the world's biggest tush kisser. Smug at Andy.

''Came from City Hall requested a change from the DA and Mrs. Priestly.'' Cutter face gave a look of mock shock. ''Sachs you pissed someone off yet again. Wow. That's a big surprise.'' Andy glared at Cutter.

Suggested full cooperation with Cutter or Andy could have unpaid leave. Andy grumbled. ''Fine.''

Maura Isles tried to be gracious to Cutter who kept looking at her décolletage and Rizzoli's grip made it clear she was no nonsense and more decorated then he'd ever be as a cop.

Andy couldn't believe Miranda Priestly was doing this. Demoted and relegated to answer to Cutter.

Cutter's incompetence was going to get Miranda killed.

Runway Offices

Nigel was wiping his horn rimmed eyeglasses in an Irish linen pocket square, listening to his Editor's rant about Andy. Six had an unusual knack no talented proficiency of pissing The Dragon Lady off.

''Six isn't that bad Miranda, only a few days ago you were Florence Nightingale to little Sixie.''

Miranda's mouth firmed, she'd made a fool of herself with Andrea, last night. Threw herself at Andrea and she hadn't wanted her.

Shouldn't have called David to arrange a few changes on Andrea but it was done. He'd promised they'd talk more tonight over dinner. Miranda wanted as little if any contact with Andrea ever again.

''I'm sorry Miranda Priestly is in a meeting with…'' Beatrice's voice was heard.

''No she's not anymore.''

Beatrice voice became closer, following the interloper at breakneck speed in heels. ''Excuse me you are not allowed to go back there. Emily call security.''

Miranda groaned. Knew who it was.

''Miranda.'' Andy Sachs was standing in Nigel's office doorway looking mad. ''Nigel I need a word with Miranda here alone. Just you and me now.''