I have these two stories, and they start out the same, but I like this one much better. I have a clearer idea on where it's going, so basically I think I'm going to stop writing the other one, and focus solely on this. Let me know what you think :)
What Pete needed was a plan, and as he stood on Addison Montgomery's porch, knocking on her door at eleven o'clock at night in the slightly chilly Santa Monica air, he suddenly realized he in fact had no plan. She was Addison freaking Montgomery. She wasn't used to non-committed, Harley Davidson riding, wife hating, quacks showing up on her doorstep at late hours. And so, understandably, when she made her way to the door, looking beautiful, Pete fought the urge to do two things, stare in awe, and run the other direction as fast as he could. He really just wasn't the romantic gestures kind of guy; he wasn't really any type of guy other than the kind who stood up gorgeous women for no apparent reason. And he had no clue how to articulate the realization he had made. He had seen the way Sam had fought for Naomi, and he knew in that second that he wanted that, with her. He was seriously considering just leaving, but the second he saw her greenish blue irises boring straight into him with a slightly annoyed look on her face he was hooked, he had to tell her why he had showed up.
"Pete!" she said half shocked, half angered, "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I, ugh, well I needed to talk to you."
And that's when Pete saw him. It was Kevin, and he had two glasses of wine in his hands. Pete bet he'd just poured them, ready to have a mind-blowing evening with the one woman he hadn't been able to keep out of his thoughts. It wasn't normal, he barely knew her, but there was just… something different, something special, something utterly perfect for him, and it scared the shit out of him.
"Hey, Pete right?" that cop asked, maybe a little smugly, maybe Pete was imagining things.
"Yes, Kaleb right?"
"No Pete, it's Kevin." Addison interjected, "and you still haven't said exactly why you're here."
"It's nothing, it can wait. I'll… I'll just see you at work tomorrow."
Pete walked away from Addison's house feeling a bit deflated, but, hey, at least now he could think of the kind of gesture that would make Addison forget there had ever even been a Hot Cop.
The next morning at work was tough. She looked happy. I had hours of sex last night happy. That really killed him. Plus he still hadn't thought of a way to set his plan in action. He'd gone home the night before fully intending on coming up with a grand scheme. He'd started making a list of things she liked when he realized he didn't know anymore than ten. He knew she liked babies, and coffee, and surgery, and expensive clothes, and well expensive everything, but that was as far as he got. He hardly knew her at all. And that was when it hit him. He needed to become her friend. Someone she could put all of her trust in. Someone she knew would never hurt her. That was the only way she could ever truly open her heart to him he reasoned. So he'd come into work completely confident but now he couldn't keep his eyes off her at the morning meeting. She'd worn a dress that hugged her curves and somehow made her look even more beautiful than he was used to. It was severely distracting. When the meeting was over he casually walked over to her. Or he tried to look casual. It was more of a direct beeline for her.
"Hey Pete," she said warmly.
At least she wasn't yelling.
"Hey Addison, how was your date with Officer Manly last night?"
So much for playing it smooth.
"It was fine, thanks for the interruption, it was greatly appreciated."
Well shit.
"Yea, about that…"
"Pete I need some help on a consult," Sam said from across the hall.
"It's okay Pete. Go, we can talk about whatever it is later."
"Alright Addie, see you later."
He probably shouldn't have let the Addie thing slip. It was bad for his cover.
