Okay, so I know this isn't the most original thought for a story, but I hope that my take on it is just a little different than any other ones you've read. It was kind of fun to watch, and I hope it's as fun for you to read.
This is a three part story, which I have wrote up I just will have to upload them. Oh, and for this story to work, the stuff with George's dad didn't happen, therefore George's dad is still alive in this story. Yay!

P.S. I do not own Grey's Anatomy or Need You Now, I'm sure you already knew that but in case you were unsure I thought I'd tell you anyways.

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Need You Now

Chapter One:

Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor
Reachin' for the phone 'cause I can't fight it anymore
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time

Addison sat alone in the NICU. She usually came here when she needed to think and she definitely needed to think about a lot of things. For one, she really wanted to know why her hormones were going crazy like a teenage girl who had just discovered boys. She had a feeling after she figured that out, the answers to her other questions would become very clear. Except now she was thinking she needed a new place to sit and think, since she had almost kissed her really cute intern in this place, and it was beginning to cloud up her thoughts.

She smiled and the thought of her intern, then she thought of his lines of deliciousness that made her act like a teenager a grimaced, "Stupid boys, stupid interns, stupid lines of deliciousness, and stupid hormones," Addison thought to herself, standing up and reaching for her pager, "One page couldn't hurt, right? I'll just page him up here once, give him a piece of my mind and maybe I'll feel better." But she shook her head, "No, I can't. It's a sign of weakness and Addison Forbes Montgomery is not weak."

She walked around the NICU to check on each of the newborns before walking out of the room. She needed to get him out of her mind, a feat that was much easier said than done. Every time she tried to think of something else her mind always seemed to wander back to him. Everything seemed to remind her of something he'd said or done or a moment they had shared together. So getting him out of her mind? Not so easy. And she always wondered whether he thought of her, which was even harder than trying to forget about him.

But there she sat during most of her free time thinking about him, trying to forget about him, wondering if he's thinking about her, then of course thinking about him again. It was an endless, vicious cycle that she figured would only be broken by the one thing that she didn't want to do. Okay, so she did want to do it, that's not really the point at the moment. She figured though, that out of all the people she could think about constantly, that he was one of the better ones. He is handsome, has nice eyes and nice arms, he is great with babies, and is a pretty decent singer (she had heard him in the NICU singing to a newborn, although that fact was unknown to him); so complaining about seeing that in her head, would be very unnatural.

It was 1:00 in the morning and she was beginning to feel like she should be leaving work. She had worked a very long shift and really needed a drink. So Addison changed her clothes and packed up her bag before walking out of the doors and across the street to Joe's.

At Joe's she sat on a barstool and ordered a drink. Once her drink arrived she took a sip telling herself that it was a good night to wallow in self pity. Joe, the bartender seemed to understand because no sooner had she finished her first drink when he placed another in front of her.

"This one's on the house," Joe said quietly when Addison looked up at him. She smiled and nodded in thanks as she started drinking it.

Addison sat on her barstool thinking about her intern again, telling herself that her semi-obsession with him was not normal, no matter how many lines of deliciousness he had coming off of him. Then she thought about him thinking about her and she had to order another drink. And who should sit on the barstool next to her, just as she received her drink? None other than her intern Alex Karev. She took a big gulp of her drink. Oh yeah, her night just got a whole lot better.

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