TITLE: Private Dancer 1/?
AUTHOR: Sarah
RATING: R
PARINGS: Addison/Izzie
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, none of it mine, unfortunately!
SUMMARY: Izzie is caught doing something she shouldn't be, Addison is caught somewhere she shouldn't be, fun ensues.

NOTES: Just to set the scene, Addison is divorced and there was no Denny (sorry Denny fans!).

The music was thumping, the lights were dim, a spotlight hovered above the dancer at centre of the stage. The intense stare of the redhead focused on the swaying hips before her, oblivious to the whoops and whistles around her. Occasionally she would pick up the tumbler from the table and sip from the rim, the warm amber liquid in the glass sliding over the ice before touching her crimson lips. The smooth fluid heated her throat on its way down. A quick lick of the lips and the glass found its place on the table once again, not once did she relieve her eyes of the beauty before her. The song came to an end, she was disappointed, but knew there was another treat in a matter of seconds, she was right. After fuelling her thirst once again, she settled her drink down and shifted in her seat, taking a quick glance at the audience, an array of different people, not just the drunken single men or bachelor parties you would come to expect to see in a place like this. There was what she would consider a decent mix of people, well, you would hope so in an exclusive pricey place like this. A holiday camp it was not.

The beat slowly started up, the dancer took a central position on the stage, her back to the audience, clad in a black basque, suspenders and stockings, the redhead knew she was in for a classy treat. Blonde curls cascaded over the dancer's shoulders and swayed in time with her hips and the beat of the music as she danced, teasing and tantalising her audience already with mystery and intrigue. The redhead's vision was momentarily skewed as a patron moved in front of her to take a seat, she was disappointed to have missed the dancer embark the shiny chrome pole barely feet from her seat. However, she was less than disappointed by the way the blonde worked the pole, again, absentmindedly she licked her lips before taking another sip from the Scotch on the rocks. It was at that moment their eyes locked.

"Stevens?" she choked.

"Dr Montgomery?" Izzie responded, barely a whisper, but Addison knew exactly what she had said.

Whistles and shouts from the crowd urged the young blonde doctor to continue with her routine. Addison was left suitably flustered having openly ogled one of her interns. She was also concerned having been caught by the blonde in a club of this variety, of course it was a place where discretion was key, nobody would ask questions and nobody would tell lies. She could only hope Izzie would do the same, but then, what is Stevens doing here? She thought to herself. She does work that pole VERY well. Addison shook her head, she couldn't be thinking about her colleague like this, although she had admired that beautiful blonde figure from afar on several occasions. She watched the remainder of Izzie's dance in a daze, there was something hypnotic about the way she moved. Before she knew it the performance was over and a new girl was parading about the stage, she felt a gentle tug at her elbow, urging her to vacate her seat. She reluctantly obliged and turned to see Izzie's brown eyes staring back at her. The blonde motioned for Addison to follow her with her head. There were a few jibes along the way from the odd inebriated male to which the two doctors ignored.

Once at the bar, Izzie ordered herself a beer, the blonde swung her head round to Addison standing slightly behind her.

"Can I get you a drink?"

"Scotch on the rocks, thanks." She stated. Izzie took a swig from her beer and perched herself on a free barstool. Addison took a moment to appraise Izzie's new attire, a simple pair of dark fitted jeans and a strappy pink top, her hair now tied back. The redhead decided to join the blonde and hoisted herself onto the free barstool beside the intern.

"What do you think you are doing Stevens? Do you want to lose your job?" Addison cut to the chase. Izzie's brow furrowed, confused by the attending's abruptness.

"I'm desperate for money Dr Montgomery, I didn't know what else I could do. And anyway, what are you doing here?"

"That," Addison said, letting her eyes wonder over the room, trying to conjure up a plausible excuse, "is none of your business."

Izzie smirked, putting the bottle to her lips, "Whatever." She said taking a sip. Addison was visibly annoyed.

"Stevens whatever I do in my private life is my business."

"You practically had your tongue hanging out when I was dancing, I would say that was my business too." Izzie said. Addison was growing more and more frustrated, she downed her scotch and slammed the glass down on the bar. Izzie jumped at the sudden bang before her.

"I'm not married any more, I'm putting myself out there, trying new things, living my life, I finally have a chance to be me Izzie." She said, Izzie could see the sincerity in Addison's eyes and was surprised when she had called her by her first name.

"Well, I think that's a very honourable and brave thing to do." The blonde stated.

"Brave?"

"Yeah, it must have taken guts to come to a place like this on your own." She explained.

"It did." Addison pondered, "But it's not my first time." She confessed.

"Oh." Izzie said slightly startled, "I haven't seen you here before."

"Is that a pick up line Stevens?" Addison laughed, the alcohol having a visible effect.

The blonde paused, her hand mid air holding the bottle half way to her lips, her mouth open in anticipation of consuming the amber nectar, although now, her mouth was agape in disbelief, unsure of whether her boss was joking. "It's a joke Stevens." Addison said nudging her younger counter part, her tone harbouring slight disappointment at the blonde's lack of response. Izzie half smiled, placing her beer on the surface before her, and turning to face her companion.

"Are you . . ." she began.

"Am I what?" Addison had guessed what the blonde was asking but wanted her to say it.

"Bi, gay? What?"

"Does it matter?"

"I guess not. You enjoyed my performance though." Izzie smirked.

Addison blushed and looked down slightly, "I can't deny that."

"I mean, you must come here to watch the dancers because there's nothing else here."

"Busted." Addison said, slightly embarrassed.

"It's ok, I mean, it doesn't bother me."

"Thanks."

"It doesn't bother me that my boss was drooling all over me in a basque and stockings." Izzie laughed.

"Hey." Addison said, elbowing Izzie in the ribs.

"Ouch, don't bruise me, this body is worth a lot of money." The blonde teased.

"Why do you objectify yourself like this?" Addison asked turning serious.

"I told you I need the money."

"Izzie," She said, picking up the younger woman's hand, "you can't do this, if any one finds out, you could lose your job."

Izzie looked at Addison's hand in hers. "What am I supposed to do?"

"I'll help you, if you'll let me." Addison offered. "You have a great talent Izzie, don't let it go to waste."

Izzie sighed, she knew Addison was right, and she had thought of everything possible to not dance, but in the end, it was quick, easy money, she was good at it and she actually enjoyed it. For a couple of nights a week she wasn't Dr Isobel Stevens, she could be free in a place no one knew who she was or what she did, until now.

"I know you're right Dr Montgomery, and I'll quit, I will, but I have to do one more show, I'm contracted to it."

"Ok." Addison conceded. "So, this, you know, this will be our little secret?"

"Hell yeah." Izzie said enthusiastically, "Like you said, the whole job thing. Besides, we can't have the hospital thinking I like to lap dance for you in our spare time." Izzie paused and realised what she had just said, "Not that it would be a bad thing because I did dance for you and I enjoyed it." She paused again, "I should just shut up."

Addison smiled, Izzie was cute when she rambled. She hadn't realised, but she was still holding the blonde's hand, she let it go albeit begrudgingly.

"I think we should go about business as usual." The redhead announced. "At work." She added, unsure of what that exactly meant. She knew her relationship with Izzie had shifted, it wasn't everyday you saw a work colleague strutting her stuff scantily clad on a stage. She was attracted to Izzie, she couldn't deny that, the blonde was simply stunning, and tonight she had seen a whole new side to her. She hoped she would be able to keep her fantasies in check now she knew what was beneath those dowdy scrubs.

"Dr Montgomery?"

"Addison, please."

"Ok, Addison," Izzie smiled, she liked saying out loud to the redhead's face, "will you come for my last dance?"

Addison's eyes almost popped out of her head, Izzie frowned before realising exactly what she had said and instantly turned a shade of crimson. The attending laughed at the blonde's faux pas.

"Put on a good enough show and I just might." Addison teased with a wink.

"I can guarantee you won't be disappointed." Izzie retorted.

Addison smirked, this was bordering dangerous territory and she had no idea what Izzie felt toward her or the female kind in general.

"If you want me to be present for your last dance, I will be." Addison said, having chosen her words carefully.

"Thank you."

"You won't be put off with me being there?"

"I don't think so, I think it will put me at ease."

"You feel uncomfortable here?"

"No, no, I actually enjoy the dancing, but knowing you have my best interests at heart is kind of endearing." She admitted shyly.

"Really?" Addison asked surprised.

"Yeah, really." Izzie replied, a wide grin on her face.

"I think I should get going, I got work in the morning." Addison said standing to leave.

"Me too, you need a ride?"

"Yeah, if it's not out of your way, thanks."

"Of course not. Come on." She said, downing her beer and jumping off her stool.

Izzie stood in line while Meredith Grey was presenting the last of the patients during rounds. She yawned, trying to conceal it from her supervisor but failed miserably. Once the interns were gathered at the nurses station, Bailey began her usual commands.

"Are we keeping you awake Stevens?"

"I'm sorry Dr Bailey, I didn't sleep very well."

"I don't care Stevens. You're with Dr Montgomery today," Bailey turned to look at Addison and caught her mid yawn, she rolled her eyes in typical Miranda Bailey fashion, "seems like you'll be in good company." The resident sighed. Izzie smirked and caught Addison's eye, there was a glint of amusement in the blue orbs. The blonde continued to gaze, she could get lost on those eyes she thought.

"Dr Stevens," Addison addressed as they began walking down the hall side by side, "I didn't recognise you with your clothes on."

"Hey! What happened to business as usual?" exclaimed Izzie.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist that one." Addison laughed.

"Haha, very funny." The blonde grinned.

"A private joke or can anyone join in?" Alex had sneaked up behind them.

"Private." Addison said immediately.

"Very private." Izzie concluded, "So go away Alex." She smiled. Alex frowned before disappearing down another corridor.

"Ok, let's go deliver some babies and save some lives." Addison beamed.

"I love my job." Izzie sighed as she followed the attending into a patient's room.