Hey y'all! first Grey's fic here, and i haven't written anything in forever so i don't know how this is. If you hate it blame me:) If you love it, thank McMuffin (i read all of her stuff in one day, she's amazing!) i got a little inspiration from her. I don't have a beta (yet?) so all mistakes are mine. Wrote this off the top of my hea din like 20 minutes, hope you enjoy!

Where the Hell is she? The hospital is not that big, and he has looked everywhere. Well not everywhere, or else he wouldn't be peeking cautiously into the attending's lounge (the last place any sane intern would go). He's looked everywhere, the cafeteria, the on call rooms, the pit, the halls, patient rooms, the looker room, hell, he even checked the bathrooms (maybe he's just a little desperate). She's here, her shiny black BMW hasn't moved since yesterday, but impossible to find.

If it were anyone else, he would have given up hours ago. But he loves her (even if he won't admit it, he does) and he's worried, with no patients she shouldn't be working at four am.

The lounge seems to be empty, couches and chairs devoid of life, but she's there. Asleep in a position that cannot be comfortable, knees to chest, left leg out over the side of the chair, head leaned at an awkward angle. He shifts his gaze to her face, the usually perfect canvas marred with makeup smears and tear tracks, hemmed by a messy waterfall of auburn. He looks around for an explanation, and stops at an empty bottle of Grey Goose on the floor. "Oh, Addie," he sighs, wondering why she has vodka in the hospital at all.

But that's not important. What's important is the fact that in an hour there will be people here. People he knows she won't want seeing her passed out and looking like shit.

He carries over the small trashcan, in case she pukes, throws the bottle in the recycling and then gets tissues and dampens them. The carpets a bit wet, but he kneels anyway (its not like a clear liquid can stain). Running the tissue around her eyes, he tries to remove her mess of make up without waking her.

A sob escapes her lips, a hallow sort of hopeless sound, and tears start to fall.

"Addison," you whisper, as your try to rub away her tears, "you can open your eyes. It's Alex." Another sob, lower with a little squeak that would be adorable if it wasn't so sad. "Hey, hey it's okay."

"No," she moans in a small voice, eyes flying open in a flash of anger, "why are you here?" She pulls her face out of your hands and goes to stand.

"You probably shouldn't do that." But she does anyway, her face going a ghostly shade of green. "I wanted to update you on the Anderson baby, she's fine by the way, made it through the night. I saw your car in the lot, so I figured you were here…" he starts as she looses the better part of a liter of vodka.

"Okay," she won't look at you as she wipes off her mouth, "and thanks."

"No problem Monty," You smile and help her to stand.

"Don't call me Monty."

"Okay."

"Seriously."

"Yes Ma'am"

"Or Ma'am!"

"Wouldn't dream of it."

"Sure, I'm going to go clean up." She still won't look at him.

"Probably a good idea."

"This never happened-"

"Of course."

"- If any of your little intern friends here about this, especially Meredith Grey-"

"Addison," she looks at him now, her face washed out and free of makeup, but still as beautiful ", I would never do that to you."

"Oh, well thank you Karev."

"Of course."

You watch as she walks out, straightening her scrubs and pulling up her hair. It doesn't matter that he's still curious, that he has no idea why she's so upset, as long as she knows any mess she gets into, he'll be there to pick up the pieces.

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