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Andy woke up extra early the next morning, pulling herself out of bed after tossing and turning for most of the night. Miranda’s chilly last words had left her feeling like she had a huge hole in her stomach. A hole that made it impossible to eat, which in turn only made her stomach hurt more. Trying to fall asleep had been a torturous affair. One she didn’t want to repeat anytime soon. That combined with the fact that Miranda slept in her own house, in her own bed, on the other side of town instead of in Andy’s arms made the night almost unbearably long.

Andy was glad it was over.

She took a quick shower and picked out her newest acquisition from the Closet. Something she had picked out simply because Miranda had liked the color so much it had made her smile, and dressed. She grabbed her handbag and her cream coat then headed out the door.

When she hit the sidewalk, the chilly October air hit her exposed skin, making her almost wished she had worn something warm and comfy instead. Andy took her phone and texted Charlotte, telling she would pick up Miranda’s coffee herself. Her phone rang almost instantly.

“Why? I was on my way to Starbucks right now.” Charlotte spoke rapidly as if scared that Andy was going to tell her Miranda had fired her.

Andy couldn’t really blame her. She had been the one to put the fear of god, or the devil as was the case, into Charlotte. She had told her that the only reason she would ever need to pick Miranda’s coffee herself was if Miranda fired Charlotte. “Don’t worry Charlotte she didn’t fire you. She kind of likes you.”

“Andy, be serious.”

“Ok, ok, maybe not. But I just need to do this today. Go to the office instead. I should be there soon. If she gets there before me, call me, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Bye,” Andy said before hanging up.

Twenty arduous minutes later, Andy walked out of the subway and walked the last block to the Starbucks closest to Elias-Clarke. She was out of breath. She was way too used to be driven around. She had just walked in when her phone vibrated. It was a text from Roy, ‘Andy she called me early. She’ll be there in five’.

No, no! She hadn’t even put in her order yet. Why the hell would Miranda pick that day of all days to be early? Why on the day that Andy had decided to get the Starbucks herself as a peace offering? She didn’t even have anything to go in early for. The entire schedule had gone out the window and Andy had yet to make a new one. Oh what the hell?

“Please hurry up,” Andy muttered as she tapped her Jimmy Choo’s on the floor impatiently.

Why, why, why, why! Damn it. She was going to be so late. Why!

The suddenly it hit her like a brick to the head. Could Miranda’s decision to come in early be more that a mere coincidence? Could it be that Miranda hadn’t liked the way their phone call had ended either? Had Miranda lost sleep over it too?

No, no way. Silly romantic feelings! Andy hated them. All they ever did was raise her hopes.

If Miranda did lose sleep over it, then Andy needed to extend an olive branch more than she thought. If Miranda lost sleep then, Andy actually hurt her with her stupid ‘Its my job’ comment. Shit!

Andy put in the order when her phone rang. “Hello?”

“Where are you?”

“Charlotte? What is it? Is she there?” She heard Charlotte whimper. “Oh god she is.”

“Andy, she came in like ten minutes ago and she is fuming. She wants to know what’s taking you so long. She’s barking orders left and right, and everyone is taking refuge as best they can and you’re not here. ”

“I’ll be there soon. Ok? Charlotte, you can handle this.”

“No, Andy you don’t understand. She is going to kill someone soon, and I think it’s going to be me. I mean Nigel is hiding!”

Andy sighed. If Nigel was hiding, then they were in real trouble. “Alright. I will be there a.s.a.p.”
Just as she shut the phone the barista pushed the tray towards her. “Thanks,” she shouted and was out in a flash.

Andy found herself practically running across the street, through the lobby, and into the nearest elevator then standing uncomfortably in the small metal box while repeatedly pushing the button for the thirty-six floor.

Nigel met her at the elevator. “Where have you been, Six? We are at Death Con five, the missiles are armed, and the only person with the deactivation codes does an Elvis.”

She stood there for a minute and stared at him. “Nigel, what the hell were you watching all weekend?” Andy asked, laughing.

“My cable was nonexistent. So, I got cozy with my Bond dvd collection.”

Andy slapped Nigel’s hand away as he went for the coffee. “No way, mister! These are for Miranda.”

“What all of them?”

“Well no, one is mine. Just me and Miranda.”

“Like this weekend?” Nigel asked, obviously curious and opened the glass door for Miranda’s outer office.

“Exactly.”

Nigel grabbed Andy’s arm and stepped close to her so only she could hear him. “Whatever you did, Six, and I know you did something so don’t you dare lie to me, fix it because I’m not going under the guillotine for you.”

Andy pulled away. “What happened to the James Bond metaphors?”

“I just remembered it’s never a cold war when Miranda is involved.” He headed for the door then stopped, “By the way, we need a new schedule.”

She frowned at his retreating back. It wasn’t like she didn’t already know that.

Andy dropped her bag and coat on her desk then walked into Miranda’s office. No one noticed her as Miranda berated Alex and Sam from the art departed over picking the wrong shade of pink. She felt sorry for them. Miranda looked up from the apparently offending mock up and stopped mid-sentence. She just stopped and stared at Andy.

Andy swallowed her nerves and stepped forward. The abrupt end to Miranda’s tirade didn’t go unnoticed and soon both Alex and Sam were staring at her as well.

“Morning, Miranda. Sorry to interrupt I just…”

Andy didn’t get any farther. “That’s all.”

Neither Alex nor Sam acknowledged it. They simply stood and stared at Andy like they had just seen the Virgin Mary, which she guessed in their minds she was now for saving them from Miranda’s wrath.

Once they were alone, Andy put the tray on the desk and lean on it a bit so she was looking down at Miranda. “I’m sorry about last night.” Miranda continued to stare at her. “It’s not just because of my job.” Nothing, after Miranda forgave her they were going to have to talk about uncomfortable silences. “This,” she said taking Miranda’s latte and holding out until Miranda took it from her, “is my olive branch.”

When Miranda took a sip, Andy smiled. At least she hadn’t ended up wearing her olive branch. “Ok, I’m going to try to fix the schedule now. Ok?”

Miranda continued to stare at her as if she had just told her aliens had landed in Central Park or worst like if the twins had just ordered the entire Sears catalogue.