Title: It Started with a Dream
Pairing: Miranda/Andy eventually
Rating: M eventually
Disclaimer: Nope they aren't mine and I promise to put everything back after i've played with them. I nicked some dialogue from the film it's not mine!
Summary: The unstoppable team of Andy and Miranda begin to plot Stephens downfall

Writing is making me happy so hopefully I'll get three chapters up tonight don't want to deal with RL :)

Andy approached Miranda’s town house at 7:45am and rolled her eyes as her cell phone signalled a text.

“Bring Starbucks. M”

Andy laughed as she took the steps to the town house two at a time careful not to spill the two scorching hot cups of coffee she had picked up from Starbucks on her way. She highly suspected Miranda would have come face to face with a broken coffee maker this morning and with that in mind she even managed to arrange for two deliveries to be sent to the town house later that day. Being nice to staff did have benefits occasionally. A rather harassed Miranda Priestly opened the door and simply raised her eyebrow questioningly as she stood aside to let Andy in.

"Fifteen minutes early and she brings coffee” Andy smiled and handed her a cup.

“Really Miranda, Do you think that little of me?”

"I'll admit I'm not used to people anticipating my needs as successfully as you seem to be able to.... After all I highly doubt you knew my coffee machine was broken..." Andrea struggled to hide her smile as she followed Miranda into the study.

"As much as being psychic would help I just had a feeling a searing hot starbucks might do a better job of preparing us for the day ahead"

Miranda took a leisurely sip of her coffee all the while her eyes never leaving the dark brown orbs of her young assistant.
"Be careful Andrea or you might just find me relying on these gut feelings of yours"

Andrea simply smiled as she seemed to have lost the ability to speak. The look in Miranda’s eyes made Andy’s mouth go dry with anticipation. Everything about the moment seemed to scream that Miranda wanted something to happen and the more Andy thought about that the more lightheaded she became. Andy had never been great at hiding her emotions and right now she hated to think how easy it must be for Miranda to know exactly what she was feeling. Coming back to herself Andy gestured to the mountain of documents, "I can see were going to be busy" Andy put the fact that Miranda seemed to be blushing down to her over active imagination, nothing to do with the fact they may have just shared a moment.
Miranda simply sighed, "Especially seeing as I have no idea what were looking for."

"Receipts from Tiffany, restaurants you know he hasn't taken you to, large regular payments to someone else’s account, rooms in hotels that expenses should have covered if he had been working away..." Andy trailed off as Miranda began to look at her as if she were speaking a foreign language.

“Well... that might not be what you want to look for at all... I mean I’m just basing that on what I saw on TV. When I was student I watched far too much garbage, I mean really... I could probably piece together a pretty mean article on the rules of a soap opera romances but right now... I should probably do my job and stop talking.” Andy closed her eyes and groaned but was shocked when she heard a wonderful peel of laughter. When she opened her eyes Miranda was sitting at her desk, her blue eyes sparkling as she attempted to stop laughing, Andy was simply mesmerised.
“Please Andrea have a seat, I’m sure we can put your... research to some use”
Andy felt her cheeks start to redden slightly as realised she was staring at Miranda Priestly, who instead of mentioning her tendency to ramble, had laughed and made a joke. Her blush skyrocketed into the realms of red faced embarrassment when she sat down on the sofa and managed to reach for same pile of papers and brushed hands with her boss. Andy had to remind herself that now would not be the moment to say that the older woman had the ability to take her breath away with a single accidental touch. Acting quickly to remove any images of less accidental touches from her mind Andy began to focus on the bank statement in front of her.

The next ten minutes passed in total silence until Miranda all but threw her pile of paper down on the desk, stood up and left the room. Andy sat there slightly stunned having no idea what on earth has caused the other woman to leave the room in such haste. Andy’s question was answered a minute later as Miranda entered with an iPod and speakers.
“I can’t concentrate in silence... I find it unsettling” Miranda said as she sat down and began to connect the device. Andy simply nodded as she didn’t trust herself to speak out loud, and that was how Andy Sachs began the most surreal day of her life.

Chapter 10