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Prologue
Chapter 1
Hey guys, remember me? It’s been awhile, but here’s the next chapter. Forgive the tardiness, but my life has sucked balls lately. I found a little time to write again and release some stress so here we are. Enjoy.
See Chapter 1 for disclaimer.
Addison breezed into the office Monday morning with an aura of happiness. “Good morning everyone! I have fresh fruit, muffins, and smoothies.”
“What the hell is she so happy about?” Violet mumbled into her coffee.
“This is Addison when she’s getting laid on a regular basis.” Sam mumbled under his breath, while reaching for a strawberry banana smoothie.
“Shut up, I heard that.” Addison arranged her goodies on the table, “There is nothing wrong with being in a good mood.”
“A good mood is one thing, you on the other hand look as though you’re about to burst into song,” Cooper stated as he grabbed a blueberry muffin and smoothie. “You’re freakin’ Mary Poppins.”
Addison grabbed the muffin before he could take a bite, with a raise of her eyebrow. “What?” he protested.
“You don’t insult me, and then get to taste my muffins,” she said with a hand on her hip. Pete, who had just walked in, blinked several times and then turned on his heel and left.
Addison sighed and looked back to Cooper, who had an innocent look on his face. “It wasn’t an insult. I, for one, happen to love Mary Poppins. She’s a paradigm of chastity and virtue.” He adopted a boyish grin, “Can I have the muffin back please?”
Addison fixed him with a look, but tossed him the muffin back anyway.
“Alright,” Sam cleared his throat, “if we’re all through discussing Addison’s sex life, maybe we can get down to business.”
Addison stuck her tongue out at him, and then opened her chart to prepare for the day ahead.
A few hours and a delivery later Addison was back in her office. She settled back into her leather executive style chair and glanced towards the picture resting on her desk. It was a picture of her and Kevin taken at the policeman’s ball. We really do make a good couple. She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face at the thought. She was startled out of her reverie by the ringing of her office phone. “Hello? This is Dr. Montogmery.”
“Hey, you,” came the sweet voice from the other end of the line.
Her smile immediately brightened. “Hey. I was just thinking about you.”
“Good thoughts?”
“Always,” she stated, leaning back in her chair and twirling the cord between her fingers.
“So, I was just sitting here thinking about this morning…”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah, it was pretty amazing.”
“Oh, I suppose,” she joked, spinning in her chair.
“You suppose?” he chuckled incredulously. “I guess that’s why my back looks like I was mauled by a cat. Though I guess in a way, I wa-”
“I wouldn’t finish that statement if you ever want a repeat.”
“Shutting up now,” was the quick reply.
Addison laughed, “But if you play your cards right I may be able to arrange something for this evening.”
“That sounds incredible…”
“I sense a ‘but’ coming.”
“But, I was pulled for a stakeout tonight. So, I won’t be home.”
“Oh,” she stopped spinning, and faced forward, “I see.”
“Sorry.”
“Hey, these things happen. Goes with the territory of dating a hot cop.” She tried to hide the disappointment in her voice.
“Believe me, I’d much rather be in bed with you tonight.”
“Yeah.”
There was a muffled conversation on the other end of the line followed by, “Hey, babe, sorry to cut this short, but I gotta go. I’ll call you when I get a chance.”
“Okay. Be careful.”
“I will. Later”
“Bye.” Addison replaced the receiver with much less enthusiasm than she had picked it up with. She sighed and looked at the bright side. At least he called instead of leaving me to wonder where he was or what he was doing. So, I’d say that was an improvement. She glanced at her calendar. But, that still leaves me all alone on a Friday night. She shrugged those thoughts aside for now, and focused on the mountain of files threatening to topple over on her desk.
“Hey,” Naomi greeted, poking her head around her door. “Did you get your invitation yet?”
“What invitation?” Addison asked briefly, glancing up from the paperwork on her desk.
“The one to Dr. Sparrow’s ceremony.”
“What ceremony?”
“Well, that answers that question,” Naomi replied with a roll of her eyes. “Dr. Sparrow is retiring.”
“What? I always thought he’d die first.”
“So did I. But apparently his new wife, his twenty-something new wife, wants to spend more time with him.”
“More likely wants to hurry him along to the grave and get her hands on the insurance money.”
“Wait, what happened? I was just listening to Cooper and Violet complain about how you were all bright-and-shiny earlier.”
“Okay, first never use that phrase to describe me again. EVER. Second, there is nothing wrong with being happy. And third,” her face dropped into a pout, “my boyfriend dumped me to spend the night in a cramped van with a bunch of other sweaty men spying on people.”
Naomi’s brow crinkled in confusion, “What?”
“He’s on a stakeout.”
“Oh.”
“Well, in that case, I guess you’re free for dinner?”
“Sure.” Addison moved her completed files and found a letter. “Oh, here’s the invite.”
“You know, you’re normally much more organized than this.”
“I know, I’ve just been,” she blushed, “busy, recently.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed.”
“There’s nothing wrong with enjoying life.”
“No there isn’t. It’s just that it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you like this.”
“Like what? Sexually satisfied?”
“Eww, no!” Nae shrieked, tossing a throw pillow at her. “I was going to say happy, you pervert.” Addison smiled as she reached for another file. “I mean, seriously, the last time you were this high in the clouds was with…” Naomi let her voice trail off, as Addison jerked her head up to meet her eyes. She watched as the shadow fell over her friend’s eyes as it always whenever her ex-husband entered the conversation.
“Yeah, well,” Addison cleared her throat and looked back down at her chart. “Let’s just hope this relationship doesn’t end the same way that one did.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that,” Naomi grinned in an attempt to lighten the mood, “I’ve seen Kevin’s best friend, he’s not your type.”
Naomi’s laugh was cut short with a pillow to her face.
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Derek sighed as he pulled up in front of the house, their plane left in three hours and he had just spent the last five in an OR picking skull fragments out of his patient’s brain. She was going to live, but her quality of life most likely just took a drastic nose dive. Domestic violence was something he never understood. If someone was unhappy, why didn’t they just leave? He ignored the small voice calling him a hypocrite as he trudged up the stairs to the master bedroom.
“Hey Mer, you ready?” he called. “Hello, we gotta get a move on so we don’t miss the plane.” Getting no answer, he opened the bedroom door to find Meredith comforting a rather distraught Izzie.
Meredith motioned him out and he retreated to the hall, anxiously checking his watch until she appeared a few minutes later. “What happened?” he inquired.
“I don’t know. I’ve just got her calmed down enough to speak. I’ve been calling Alex and Cristina, no one is answering,” she sighed.
“You know our flight leaves in a few hours.”
“I know, but I can’t just leave her like this.”
“So…what do you want to do?”
“I don’t know. Let me try calling them again.”
Forty-five minutes later, she still hadn’t reached anyone, and Derek was pacing by the front door glancing at his watch nervously. “Meredith,” he called up the stairs.
She came down as a car pulled in front of the house, “Oh, great, Alex is here.” She ushered him up the stairs, murmuring quietly to him the details that she had gleaned from Izzie in between the tears.
Annoyed, Derek glanced again at his watch, realizing that they probably had just enough time to make it to the plane, barring any traffic on the freeway. He debated whether he should just go and tell her to catch the next flight. This was the last one out that would get him there in time for the ceremony and he would be damned if he missed the chance to see Addie, er, say goodbye to Dr. Sparrow.
Just as he was about to take off he heard her footsteps on the stairs. “Okay, I’m ready just let me grab my bag.” As she slid the strap over her arm they both heard the tell-tale beeping of her pager. She read the message quickly and sighed. “911. Let me just see what’s going on.” Derek groaned as she left to grab the kitchen phone.
After a brief conversation, she walked back to Derek with regret in her eyes. The patient I admitted last night needs emergency surgery. Another resident is offering to take it, but this is the kind of thing that could help me become chief resident.” She bit her lip. “Why don’t you call and book us on a later flight?”
“I can’t this is the last flight out before the ceremony.”
“Well is it really such a big deal if we miss the ceremony? I mean, we can still have our time together.”
“Mer, I’m supposed to make a speech. Remember?”
“So, blow it off. I don’t even think I’ve ever heard you mention this guy in the last three years.”
Derek sighed, he’d mentioned him, she probably just wasn’t listening. “We’ve kept in touch over the years, he’s been a great mentor.”
“Well, I can’t just leave my patient. Would you be to upset if I didn’t go?”
He shook his head, “No, I understand. You need to do what you have to do.” He brushed her hair back behind her ear. “It’s okay.”
She walked forward and hugged him, burying her face in his chest. “I hope you won’t be too lonely,” she said, her voice slightly muffled by his jacket.
“Oh,” He gazed over her head, his mind already miles away, “I’m sure I’ll find something to do.”
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So there ya go. I know, it only took me like forever and a day, right? Well, I hope someone is still reading this story. I already have the next chapter written and ready to go, so you guys show me love with reviews and I’ll post it with in the week. Deal?