AN: Hello everyone! I'm back with another chapter story. IDK what came over me, but I was just typing away the other night and this is what came of it. I still don't know where I'm going with it, but I'm posting the first two chapters so you can all give me your thoughts. :) Thanks for reading and feedback's highly appreciated.

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The cold Seattle wind hit Addison's face as she exited the hospital. It was unusually cold for January, colder than what would be expected in Seattle, but it comforted her because it reminded her of Manhattan. The cold made her feel right at home. At least, she thought, it was real cold and not just the icy demeanor Derek had been showing her these past days.

She came to Seattle three months ago, hoping to work things out with Derek. She'd made a mistake, yes. But she was more than paying for it now. Derek was in love with an intern, he'd told her so at Christmas. And although she was working hard to keep her marriage intact, she couldn't help but wonder why she subjected herself to that sort of punishment. She knew she deserved it somewhat, but was it too hard to ask your husband to care?

"Addison!" The voice was urgent, with a tinge of hostility.

She stopped in her tracks, turning around and coming face to face with Derek. He was panting, his lips shivering slightly at cold night air as they stood in the parking lot. "Is something wrong?" she questioned, her breath baited as she hoped to hear that tone of care in his voice.

Derek shook his head, but lifted his hand up to tell her he needed a moment to catch his breath. "I wanted to talk to you before you left," he said. "About that case we were working on together," he added quickly.

"Oh." Her face dropped ever so slightly in disappointment, but masked it expertly with professional concern. She had mastered keeping her emotions at check and facial expressions at bay. "What about her? The Jansens, right?"

Derek nodded. "The Jansens, yes. Elaina Jansen is severely anemic."

"I know that."

"It complicates her surgery. She'll need a transfusion if we want her to survive."

Addison sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose to prevent herself from feeling every other emotion she knew she was going to. "What do you suggest then?"

"I don't know maybe--- Addison?" he questioned, noticing that she wasn't paying attention.

"What? No, go on. Maybe what?"

"Are you okay? Why don't you take a seat and—"

"I'm fine Derek," she half snapped, her eyes locking with his. "I was on my way back to the trailer anyway."

Derek nodded, resting his hand on the small of her back. "Why don't I drive you home just in case?"

"I'm fine Derek," she said again, harsher than she had intended to.

Derek's jaw firmed, and his eyes blazed with confused anger. "Why won't you let me help you? You come here to Seattle, begging me to care. And now that I do, you push me away. God Addison. What do you want me to do?"

Addison's face fell before she clenched her jaw, suppressing her anger. "I want you to care in the right places, Derek. I want you to care that you don't go home too often, or that I don't see you for more than five minutes everyday, or that you're hurting me by loving your intern. I want you to care that I've had more conversations with your voicemail than with you, or that you don't seem to be getting anywhere closer to forgiving me for Mark. Not when I say I'm fine, or when I'm not even feeling the slightest headache. I'm just tired, and all I want to do is get to bed," she huffed.

"Fine, then. From now on, Addison, you're not getting a single ounce of care for me. I'm here, trying to be the good guy and looking out for you. But you're too stubborn for your own damn good." He turned away sharply and walked briskly away from her, his thoughts running a thousand miles per minute.

Addison shook her head and turned back, fully intending on getting to her car. But all of a sudden, a huge van came to a screeching halt beside her, and man in black jumped out, pulling her by the waist and dragging her to the van.

"What the--?" Addison questioned, and then realized what was happening. Panic started to surge through her as the man forcefully grabbed her, placing his hand on her mouth. Her heart started beating triple time, her eyes searching frantically for someone to help her.

"Scream and you die," he whispered venomously, his voice dangerously low.

Addison struggled hard, managing to bite the man's hand, forcing him to retract. "Help!" she screamed, her eyes filling with tears. "Help!"

Derek was midway through the parking lot when he heard her blood-curling scream. Something inside of him snapped, and he knew right there and then that Addison was in trouble. Although he didn't know exactly what was happening, he wasted no time in bolting towards the sound of her voice, panic filling him as he saw Addison struggling against a man by a van.

"Addison!" he screamed, running hastily and fully ready to attack. A thousand thoughts were running in his head at seeing her struggle against a man twice her size. He was about a yard away from Addison when another man jumped from the van and hit him square on the jaw, causing him to fall backwards. He struggled to regain his balance, but the man hit him again, punching him on the stomach.

"Take them both!" a voice from inside the van said, his tone hard and hurried.

The two men nodded, pulling Derek from the ground and throwing him into the van. The other man hit Addison on the head with his elbow, causing her to black out. They pulled her into the van as well and sped off into the night, leaving everyon at Seattle Grace clueless.

Thanks for reading. Tell me what you think! :)