Disclaimer: Shonda still hasn't given them to me even though it's clearly in her best interest.

I know. I suck.

Many of you have told me.

I know. I know.

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"We have a problem," Meredith said, dropping a file on the counter.

"We do?" Derek asked in confusion.

"Not us we," Meredith narrowed her eyes, "Why do you immediately think that it's us that has the problem."

"I don't," Derek replied, "That's just how you made it sound."

"I meant the patient," Meredith continued to look at him suspiciously.

"Then what's the problem with the patient?"

Meredith pushed the chart down the counter to rest in front of him, "Everything."

Derek flipped open the chart, "She's pregnant."

"Yup."

"And she never mentioned this before?"

"No."

"How pregnant is she exactly."

Meredith shrugged, "Pregnant enough that you can tell."

Derek shook his head in frustration, "She was just in here for a consult."

"A month ago," Meredith reminded him, "You probably couldn't tell then."

Derek clenched his fist, "Go find Karev and tell him he is off the case. He should see Dr.Sloan for a new assignment."

"Seriously?" Meredith spat in disbelief.

"Seriously."

"It has been 3 months, Derek. He slept with her three months ago."

Derek didn't reply.

"You never care when I have to work with people that I've slept with," she muttered under her breath.

Derek didn't even look up, "Then I guess you want off this case too."

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Addison laughed and tilted her head back, "I haven't spent this much time making out in a car since high school," she leaned further over the center consol of the SUV, "We should climb into the back seat," she teased.

"Or you could spend the night at my place," he replied softly, running his thumb over her lower lip where her lipstick had smudged.

She tilted her head against his hand and gazed at him pensively, "Maybe."

"Maybe," he grinned at her, "That's the closest that I have gotten to a yes so far."

"Well," she leaned forward, indicating that he should take the opportunity to kiss her, smiling when he took the hint, "I don't want you to think I'm easy."

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Addison groaned and pulled away.

She pulled out her pager and chuckled as she read the page, AVMKU-DS.

"Sorry," she apologized, pouting slightly.

He stared at her pager, "What does it mean?"

"Literal translation? It's from Derek Shepherd," she pointed to the DS at the end of the message, "And he is telling me that his AVM patient is knocked up."

"So you have to go?" He asked, already starting the car.

"Geoffrey," she said in a low voice, leaning in to kiss him, "Give me an hour. I have a change of clothes in my locker."

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"Pull you away from a date?"

"Yes, actually," Addison pulled the cap of her pen of with her teeth and pushed it on to the other end, "I was just about to get laid."

"Geoff?" Derek said the name as if it left a bad taste in his mouth.

"Mmm," Addison replied absently as she turned and walked into the patient's room.

Twenty minutes later she emerged from the room and leaned over the counter, making eye contact with Derek who was ignoring Meredith who now stood nearby.

"So?" Derek questioned.

"Don't know," Addison replied simply, staring at the notes that she made on her chart.

"You…"

"No," Addison shook her head, "Can't…"

"Well…"

"No"

"If I…"

Addison shrugged, "Except..."

"But if I…"

"I know."

Derek leaned back.

They locked eyes.

"Okay," Addison nodded and closed the chart.

"Okay," Derek agreed and scrawled something across the page.

Addison nodded again, "Alright. Night."

"Night."

"What was that?" Meredith demanded as soon as Addison disappeared.

"What?" Derek continued to peruse the chart.

"That thing that you guys just did."

"What?" Derek looked up, "We have to operate eventually. Do you want back on the case?"

"Who's operating?"

"Me and Addison. We don't see another way."

Meredith's face wrinkled in confusion," When did you decide that."

Derek gave her a funny look, "Just now. You were standing right there." Derek tapped his pen on the chart, "She's to early to deliver, and she's Mormon and won't consider aborting. If we operate they both could die, if we don't, she strokes and they both could die," he shrugged, "So we are operating."

"That's what you were talking about?"

Derek nodded, his attention already on something else.

"So to work on this case, do I have to learn your married people code or will you translate for me?"

Derek looked up her. She looked away, more sad then mad.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, "Habits," he smiled the smile she couldn't help but return, "Bad habits."

She smiled back, "When is the surgery?"

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Addison hung back half a pace, taking in the front steps and porch of Geoffrey's home. She'd been there before, but spending the night was a huge step.

"Second thoughts?" he asked, dropping her hand to run his own over her arm and rest against her neck.

She leaned into his touch and smiled, "I thought one of us should have some."

"Not me."

"No?"

"No," he assured her.

She pursed her lips together and grinned, "Okay then."

"Daddy!"

Addison and Geoffrey turned towards the front door.

"Hey sweetie," Geoffrey greeted the little girl standing at the screen door, "I missed you."

She watched Addison until her father picked her up and kissed her cheek.

"Has Addison seen the picture you coloured for her yet?"

"No," she shook her head, messy curls bobbing around her head, "Ali hid it."

"That wasn't nice."

"No," she agreed solemnly.

"Maybe you and Addy can make another one."

"Okay," she agreed, her eyes flickering over to Addison a moment, then resting on her father again "But you can't help."

"Okay," he laughed putting her back on the ground, and picking up Addison's overnight bag, "What did you and Ali do this afternoon?" he asked as they followed her in to the house.

"Played Go-Fish. I was winning. But then a boy called and we had to stop."

Addison chuckled under her breath.

"I bet Addison will play with you before bed," he bent down to whisper loudly in her ear, "If you let her win she might even read you your bedtime story."

Addison nodded in agreement.

"Okay!" her blue eyes sparkled and she bounced into the family room to find the cards.

Geoffrey turned back to Addison, "See, that wasn't hard."

"Yeah," Addison patted his chest and walked towards the family room and the promised round of Go-Fish, "But Daisy is the one that likes me."

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"Does Meredith know that you are doing this?" Mark asked as he turned the water valve back on, restoring water to the whole house.

"I started giving her rent and a half and she stopped asking questions," Callie replied, flushing the toilet that they had just installed, "It works."

"Thank god," Mark slid on to the couch and turned on the TV.

Callie handed him a beer and sat down beside him and put her feet up on the coffee table.

"When's hubby getting home?"

Callie shrugged, "Sometime before Dancing with the Stars," she downed half the bottle, "He and Izzie are fans of…" she paused, "a former child star or something maybe? I stopped caring."

Mark stopped on a college football game, "Are we almost done with this little project of yours?" He looked to the semi-completed bathroom.

Callie looked too, "Tubs coming Thursday while they are at work. And what do you know about all matters electrical?"

"Everything," Mark replied humbly, "How are you going to get a tub in there?"

"I'm leaving that up to you."

Mark raised an eyebrow, and turned back to the TV, "I'm glad we haven't put walls up yet."

"Want pizza?" she asked reaching for the phone.

Mark considered it as he finished his beer, "Actually I'm going to go before your co-habitators get home."

"I hate when you leave me with them."

He shrugged and got to his feet, "They hate me."

"I hate you."

"But you hate me because you really want to sleep with me."

"No I hate you because you are leaving me alone with the people that hate you because you want to sleep with me, or hate you because you slept with their wives, or they hate you because you stare at their breasts not their faces."

"I don't stare."

"Mark, I could have 3 eye's for all you know."

Mark dropped his empty bottle in the trash and started down the stairs of the attic, "See ya tomorrow Cal."

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Addison sat crossed legged in the middle of the bed. She was pretending to watch the news. Really she was waiting to see if a 13-year-old girl who hated her was okay with her spending the night.

Addison raised her eyebrow and glanced at the door as music started blaring from the other end of the hallway.

The door opened and Geoffrey entered the room.

"Sounds like that went well," Addison remarked, fighting the butterflies that suddenly filled her stomach. She really didn't want him to tell her that Ali was uncomfortable and that maybe she should leave.

"She might ignore you for a few days," He replied easily, "But she'll come around." He smiled happily, and took the remote from her hand and stretched out his arm so she could cuddle against him, "Leno or Letterman?"

Addison smiled, "Leno."

"'Attta girl."

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I kinda have a crush on Geoffrey. I'm my head he is kinda like George Clooney when he was on ER. But blonder… and not really looking like George Clooney…

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