This story was inspired by a post I saw on tumblr of Will and Addison, just like my other story, the MacKenzie case. This story is the third in a group of stories I'm writing about Will/Addison. It's set after TGW s03e13 and after PPP s05e10. It will likely continue to somewhat continue the TGW story line, but part two of this story will continue before TGW e14 (have you seen the promos? EXCITED). And that's the kind of, have to tell you stuff. At the end of my last story I said I'd put this all up today, but I'm thinking maybe not. I kind of want to stagger it over a while but I'm going away and I wrote this great cliffhanger (spoiler alert). So what do you think? I don't know. Oh well, read away! I really do hope you enjoy it and pretty please tell me what you think! I LOVE to get feedback.

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the disclaimer: I own nothing, absolutely nothing. The characters etc are not mine.

Oh, and the name might (probably, likely, not sure on whether...) change

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"It's a healthy baby boy," Addison smiled as she handed a crying baby, covered in blood and other body fluids, to his exhausted, yet ecstatic, mother's arms.

Her hair was yanked back messily, her scalp itched, the gloves she wore were making her hands sweaty and she was covered in the same body fluids as the little boy she'd just delivered. But she didn't care. She was in her element. She'd just brought live into this world, there wasn't anything more beautiful, despite the somewhat suspect substances and pain that it involved. And there was something about being in a hospital, it a totally sterile environment, where people's lives were being saved, that got her heart pumping.

It was something she could never give up.

She smiled as she exited the room, stripping her gloves from her clammy hands, ripping off the fluid covered plastic she wore to protect the purple scrubs she wore.

"Somebody's happy," Charlotte commented when she saw her.

They both happened to be headed the same way, so walked together.

"Healthy baby boy," Addison smiled, undoing the messy ponytail to let her hair fall down to her shoulders. She would redo it later.

"Lots of blood?"

Addison laughed. Yes, she would be the first to admit that she felt the adrenaline rush when there was a chance the patient could die, when she held life and death in her hands. She wasn't immune to the God-complex that doctors seemed to pick up along their path. But she felt perfectly blissful after naturally delivering a healthy baby. "Nope. But I brought a child into the world."

"You drunk Montgomery?"

Addison just narrowed her eyes humorously.

Leaving Charlotte as the blonde walked off towards her office, Addison practically skipped towards the changing room. She was going to go home, pour herself a big glass of wine and watch stupidly cheesy romantic movies then the next day she would have her consult with Jake to find her a surrogate.

It seemed nothing could go wrong.

She was just pouring herself her well deserved glass off red when their was a knock on the door. She wondered who it could be. Jake, dropping off files for potential surrogates? Violet, wanting to rant about Pete? Pete, wanting to rant about Violet? Sam, she let herself think with a sigh, maybe it was Sam.

When she opened the door she was surprised to see Will standing there.

"Now it's my turn to drop in on you," he said with a smile she didn't believe for a second.

"Déjà vu," she smiled back, pushing open the door so he could follow her in. She let her eyes trail over the business suit he wore, then back up to his face where she saw a mixture of fear and sadness. She pressed her lips together. "I'm going to guess you want something a little stronger than wine."

Walking into the kitchen she pulled a bottle of bourbon out of the corner cupboard. She knew he was more of a scotch man, but he would have to deal with it. Placing down a glass in front of him, Addison poured him a generous two fingers.

"Thanks," he murmured, taking a long sip.

"Where are your bags?"

He shook him head. "In the car."

When she made a move to go get them he stopped her. "Don't, don't bother. I shouldn't have come. I'm sorry."

She could've laughed. "I feel we've had this conversation before. Let me let you in on a little secret. This time I'm on the winning side of the argument."

He looked up into her eyes, filled with warmth and kindness and felt himself warm up just a smidge. He was glad he'd come. "Thank you Addison."

"No problem," she smiled, placing a soft, friendly kiss to his cheek.

He just sat on one of her bar stools and watched as Addison made her way around her kitchen. She looked so natural. Her hair was down, messy and the clothes she wore wrinkled from a day's work.

"Now, just because you're here will not keep me out of my fat pants," she told him.

"I wouldn't dream of it," he almost smiled.

Good, she thought as she made her way upstairs to change. She was already breaking him down. Wasn't going to be long until she had him grinning.

The late day sun was streaming through her long windows to cover her bed with its rays. Any minute it was going to set, sending a spectrum of warm citrus out onto the sky. Addison dared Will not to be awed by it.

Absently, she pulled her hair back off her face, tying it tight behind her head as she made her way back down the stairs to see Will still sitting where he had, eyes sadly searching the distance. He turned when he heard her bare feet make their way across to him.

"I like your hair down," he smiled blankly as he reached behind her to undo the tying she'd just done. Her brushed his fingers through it to put it back in place. Wild and Free. "You look more relaxed."

She smiled, taking one of the hands he'd used to brush her hair to kiss it. She turned it over in her hands and brought her lips down on the centre of her rough palm. They always surprised her, his hands, he was this bigshot lawyer, you'd expect his hands to be soft and gentle, yet they were the hands of a handyman, the kind of hands a woman would imagine ravishing her. Addison looked up to look into his eyes. Will's pupils were wide with desire, but he still looked sad. She kissed his palm once more. "What's wrong with you Will?"

Will sighed and moved his hand up to rub the side of her face, her hands holding on for the ride. He might as well be honest. "I'm scared."

"What about?"

"The judicial bribery claims," he sighed again, closing his eyes to savor the feel of her soft cheek.

She'd never seen him looking so sad, so fearful.

"You didn't do anything," she reassured him, cupping his face with her hands. She dropped her lips to brush over his forehead, then further to brush his rough lips. "It'll all blow over eventually. But as for now," she smiled toothlessly, "You're in LA. It's time to forget all about the investigation into you and relax."

He smiled up at her, though his whole body wasn't behind it, it was a smile.

"And," she paused, undoing the tie he wore loosely. "When I was in New York this guy I know showed me a great way to relax"

"Oh did he?"

Her smile was seductively tempting, teasing. He couldn't help but draw her towards him.

. . .

The sky was grey with early morning when Will woke up. Beside him Addison was curled up in sheets. The comforter was in a pile on the floor. There was something soothing about sleeping with barely anything on you, the windows and doors wide open to the balcony and still being comfortably warm, and not being worried someone would rob you.

He traced his finger over her back and smiled at her soft, sleepy moan.

Standing from the covers of sheets, he walked to the doors to look out at the sea. He pulled up his pants as he made his way across the soft carpet floor.

Outside, the sea was lapping against the grey sand. As much as he loved New York, there was something calming about standing there, watching other early risers walk along the shore, the early morning breeze pushing at his hair.

Seeing the man next-door also, he nodded a greeting before dropping his head back to sigh. Addison was right, he had to relax, had to let it go for a few days before he was forced to return to the big city.

Will heard the soft sounds of Addison waking up and he turned to go kiss her out of her sleep.

. . .

Sam stood staring even after the man was gone. He knew Addison would move on, he'd hoped she would, he had. And yet when he looked back to his messed-up bed, he wished she was lying there where she had. He hadn't wanted another kid, but he certainly hadn't wanted to lose her. They just wanted different things.

Yet it hurt him to thing they'd broken up over differences rather than because they hadn't loved each other. He'd loved her. He still did.

Muttering a curse, Sam wiped his face with his palm.

He had to get over it. He had to move on. He couldn't do this to himself. He couldn't let her rip out his heart every time he saw her.

Sam knew she didn't mean to, Addison had never wanted to hurt him, but he couldn't help it.

He would get changed, eat breakfast, go to work and try to let it go.