Never before written an Alex/Addison story, but after predicting their couple ever since he was forced onto the "gynie-squad", I can't help but write about these two. Plus, they're pretty damn hot together.

This is meant to be a one-shot, but I'll continue it if someone can persuade me otherwise :)

Chapter One

"Pour me another one." It was a more of a plea than a demand, especially coming from her. Head bowed, she seemed fixated on the many shot glasses sitting in front of her.

He watched her down what seemed to be the sixth shot that night and wondered how drunk she really was. He smiled when he thought about how much she was going to later wish she hadn't taken that last shot. His smile faded however, when he thought about why she was taking that last shot. He hadn't seen her all day instead he was busy running coffee errands for none other than Mark Sloan.

He shook his head, trying to shake off today's tiresome events. His attention was pulled back to her as she repeated it yet again. "Pour me another one Joe." He missed that sultry voice of hers, now however it was somewhat slurred. Nevertheless, he missed it and hearing it now made him realize this now more than ever.

From where he was sitting, he could see Joe sigh heavily and place a hand on hers as he said, "Don't you think you've had enough Addison?" He looked sympathetically at her, and Alex couldn't blame him, Addison was obviously trying to drown her sorrows. The only thing she was going to drown was herself, or want to, the next day when she would wakeup to the hangover from hell.

She pulled her hand out from under his and said in a slurred speech, "I haven't had enough until I've forgotten. Forgotten about the slutty panties and …" She paused as she was unexpectedly overcome by a rush of emotions. She seemed to be fighting not to cry, but it was a losing battle.

The air was filled with an unrecognizable Dave Matthew's Band song, which didn't seem to match Addison's miserable position. Alex watched as Joe patted her hand and turned to help the next customer. Eyes closed, she swayed to the music gently. Alex knew her actions weren't meant to be seductive, but they sure as hell weren't helping him want to rush over there any less. He traced the rim of his beer glass absentmindedly as he continued to watch her, until finally, she stopped as the song ended. Another song came on by a modern artist, one Alex didn't know. He stared at the beer in front of him and downed its remaining contents before suddenly approaching her. He didn't know why, but he felt compelled to be next to her.

Before he knew what he was doing he was asking if he could join her. Without even glancing at him she muttered a "sure." He was somewhat hurt by her lack of a better response, but quickly shrugging it off, he joined her.

Her eyes seemed fixated on one of the many shot glasses in front of her. Alex followed her gaze and asked, "Aren't you going to drink it?" He offered as a way of breaking her out of her trance.

"What's the point?" She asked tiredly. "It doesn't help…"

"What would?"

Addison broke her gaze and finally looked into Alex's eyes for the first time that night. "I don't know." She said truthfully. Her eyes once again fell upon her semi empty glass, but Alex's remained on her. She chuckled lightly and said, "I'm drunk, but not too drunk not to notice you checking me out."

Alex smiled. "You're right. I am checking you out. Is that wrong?"

She looked up at him. "No, as a newly divorced woman it's … it's actually comforting." Her tone seemed to have a sad underlining to it. She cleared her throat as if the moment had gotten too awkward for her and she changed the subject. "So, Karev-"

"It's Alex." He said, cutting her off.

"What?"

"We're not at work, so it's Alex." He said smirking.

She smiled. "Okay … I forgot what I was about to say." She said laughing a little. Alex also laughed and said, "You must be drunk."

"Hey!" She said with a pointed finger, "I can hold my liquor thank you very much."

"The shaky finger disagrees with said statement." He said smugly.

She glared at him in a joking manner. "That may be so." She grew quiet and Alex sensed she was venturing back to her gloomy state.

"Hey." Alex said as he leaned towards her and smiled gently.

"Hey yourself." She said, returning his smile, although hers was more reserved than his had been. She looked up at him and shook her head. "What are you doing here?"

Alex shrugged he sensed that question was coming; fortunately he had an answer ready. "Long day. Plus Sloan was being a jerk again."

"You're telling me." Addison muttered.

He paused, thinking he heard her say something, but she only looked at him and asked, "What'd he do this time?"

"Besides making me his own personal delivery boy? Nothing. And I mean that too, absolutely no surgeries."

"I'm sorry." She said, in a somewhat slurred tongue, she seemed to mean it though.

"It's not your fault he's an ass." He said reassuringly.

"Yeah." She sighed. Alex could sense a bit of disbelief in her tone.

"So as long as we're talking about our days, how was yours?" It seemed unnatural to ask her this, even to him, and he could see that she thought so too by the way she was looking at him. "Really Karev? You honestly care how my day went."

"Yes, I can honestly say I do." He didn't even bother telling her to call him Alex again. In truth, he liked the way his last name rolled off her tongue, no sense changing it now.

She was taken aback, he could tell. Her mouth hung slightly, which Alex found to be quite hot. She smiled, not a fake smile, a genuine smile, but it quickly faded once she answered. "My day … was fine. I mean it was long, but it was alright."

"Seriously?" He asked her sarcastically. "You seriously expect me to buy that crap?"

"What? It was fine. Now, I'm not so sure about." She said smiling at him.

He nodded, "Alright, I'll take that hit. I can leave right now you know." He said as he pretended to get up. Addison placed a hand on his arm to stop him. "No." She said, rather too quickly. "Don't go." Alex stopped and turned around to face her, trying but failing to hide how amused he was by the situation. He sat back down, but her hand remained clasped to his arm, he didn't bother saying anything about it.

Alex didn't know when, but somehow Joe managed to place another shot glass in front of her, one that she was now downing. She slammed the glass on the bar and it made a rough clank against the hard wood. He watched her, mesmerized by her actions. Without even looking at him she said, "You're doing it again."

"What?"

"The staring thing." She said, this time while looking at him.

"I'm just trying to understand why Shepherd and Sloan gave you up. Besides the fact that they're idiots."

She gave a drunken laugh. "Funny Karev … real funny."

Alex shook his head. "No, I mean it. If I had someone half as great as you, I wouldn't give her up without a fight." There was lingering eye contact and he didn't know the exact moment until it happened, but her face was but inches away from his, his eyes looking directly into hers. Her eyes left his, but for only a second as she glanced at his lips. He knew this wasn't the place, but right then, he really couldn't care less. He took his moment as he closed the gap between their lips. Kissing her, he didn't feel a spark like he thought he would. No chills were sent up and down his spine. What he found was comfort, comfort and an insane amount of heat.

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