This chapter is pretty much all Addek. They needed this chapter.

So you know how last time I suggested that you pee before starting to read. Well I'm taking it a step further and telling you to also make a snack and stockpile some water and remember to stretch every hour.

Also this chapter is a little less PG-13… and but a little I mean quite a bit. But it's not like pointless sexiness. It has a point. It all has a point.

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Addison sat at the dinette and sighed. It was surprisingly easy. She told Geoff that she was tired and that she was turning her ringer off. Then she drove to the trailer. She twirled her linguini around her fork, "We need rules."

Derek put down his fork, "What kind of rules?"

"Well for one thing, nothing can happen at the hospital. Nothing. At all and I mean it. And for another, how can we both find the time to come here without people noticing?"

Derek nodded, "Meredith is on-call every 10th night. And she goes to therapy Tuesday mornings."

"So we have those nights. I can say I am just doing housework and going to bed. But I don't think that Tuesday mornings would work that well."

"If we are on-call the same nights we can fake-page each other."

"I guess it's less suspicious to take the same nights on rather then off."

"We can't spend the night here that often though."

"Only if Meredith is guaranteed gone all night. It complicates things, you living with her," Addison speared a pea, "Afternoons that we both have off we could do, we just can't switch our schedules to much."

"I'll get a gym membership. That will buy us a few hours a couple of times a week."

"I will too. To a different gym. Maybe I could join a book club."

A slow smile spread across Derek's face, "Or we make a book club. That could give us 4 or 5 hours together once a week. We might even have time to actually read a book."

Addison laughed lightly, "Would Meredith believe that you are joining a book club. I was married to you for 11 years and I think I saw you read 2 novels."

Derek smiled and pushed some food around his plate, "I don't think that Meredith will care, as long as I'm around."

"But you won't be, that's the point. You'll be here. With me."

"I'll be there enough so that she feels safe. I'll be there to keep her from…"

"Are you really worried about that Derek?" Addison interrupted, "Or is it just an excuse so you can have both of us?"

He looked at her in surprise, "Is that what you think?"

"Yes," Addison said simply.

Derek took a deep breath, "Meredith is doing great. She's more… self-aware. She's a lot stronger then she was, a lot more conscious of who she is and what she needs. But I'm worried that it won't last. That the first time that we fight or she has a disagreement with Cristina or even if she looses one to many patients, I'm worried that she will just break down and be worse then before."

Addison turned her head and stared out the window.

"God Addison," he threw down his fork, "Do you think I like this? Do you think I feel good about sneaking up here to be with you? I hate his. I feel… horrible. I hate what I'm doing to Meredith, I hate what I am doing to you, and I hate what you're doing to Geoff. I hate all of this."

"Then why are we DOING THIS?"

"BECAUSE WE HAVE TOO!"

Addison turned her attention back to the window, her jaw tense and set, "Is this how you felt when we were married. When you wanted Meredith and couldn't have her? Trapped, like you had no other choice."

"It's different," he insisted.

"No. It's not." Addison wrapped her arms around herself and refused to look at him.

"I feel worse about it, okay," he spat, "I feel so much worse about this then anything that happened with Meredith. I have more to feel worse about," he took a few deep breaths, "But I still feel sure about it."

She didn't reply, just picked up her fork and continued to eat her supper.

"Why are you here?" He asked finally, trying to fill the silence.

"I don't know," she replied honestly, "Because you asked I guess." She continued to stare at her plate, "I really am happy with him. I do love him. I really do. But," she pushed some food around, "I don't know. It's you."

Derek gently placed his fork on the edge of his plate.

Addison glanced at him then stood. She picked up both their plates and put them in the sink. She focused for a moment on filling the sink with water then adding soap before turning to face him again. "I can't do this. Can you? Can we actually do this? Consciously have an affair? This isn't like how it was before with Mark and Meredith. This isn't the heat of the moment. We 've talked about this. We made rules. We discussed what nights and times we could safely be together. But can we actually go through with this?"

Derek stood and leaned against the corner of the table. He could easily reach out and touch her, but he didn't. "I think we already have."

Addison avoided his glance; instead she looked around the trailer. She had arrived before he had that afternoon. She brought groceries. She cleaned up a bit. Put new sheets on the bed and fresh towels in the bathroom, she'd gone shopping and bought them days ago. She plugged in the old coffee maker and aired out the whole trailer. Then she'd started dinner.

He had been there before work. He unlocked it and left her old key on the dinette table. He turned the heat on to get rid of the chill, made sure that the pipes hadn't frozen and turned the hot water, the electricity and the cable back on. He purposely left the phone unhooked. He reassembled the rocking love seat on the deck and put the fire pit a few feet away, a pile of freshly cut firewood beside it. Then he left to meet Meredith for coffee.

They made dinner together. He walked in the door, removed his jacket then stirred the pasta. He poured them each a glass of wine. She had smiled and continued chopping the vegetables. Neither of them said a word until they sat down to eat and she finally said that they needed rules.

But he was right. The affair had started sometime around when she asked him hypothetically how this would all work.

"8 hours," she said quietly, "No one else, 8 hours before or after. I don't want to be with you right after you have been with her. And..." she paused, still not looking at him, "Even if we just talk, don't go home and make love to her."

Derek nodded, "Then I have a request of my own," he reached forward and took hold of her fingers, "Don't tell yourself that it's just sex. It's not."

Addison stood motionless a moment, then nodded. She took a step forward, not smiling at him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. He pulled her closer, simply holding her tightly.

Their hold on each other gradually softened. His hands rested on her hips, hers sliding across his back to rest on his neck, their kiss becoming slower and more sensual.

His thumbs brushed over her hipbones, pushing her carefully back against the counter; his hips holding her against him; her hands tracing familiarly down his chest until they reached the hem of his shirt. At the first touch of skin on skin a gnawing need for more sparked, hands sliding and gripping and tugging at fabric, demanding contact. Shirts hastily discarded, they locked eyes for an instant before reclaiming each other's lips; their fingers tracing over necks and cheeks, reveling in the familiar feel of one another's skin. Her lips moved with more urgency against his, her hips mimicking her desperation, as his fingers found clasp on her pants pushing them off her hips, his hands following them over her thighs.

Her fingers wrapped possessively around the nape of his neck, holding him close as his hands smoothed slowly over her body calming her feverish intensity and making her skin tingle and burn in anticipation. His palms stilled on the small of her back, fingertips still caressing lightly as he concentrated on kissing her for a moment. He pressed his palms flush against her skin pulling her against him, both of them reveling in the soft sensation of bare skin on bare skin, causing her to sigh gently into his kiss; her nails dragging lightly up and down his back and sides feeling his muscles tense and quiver under her touch.

She kicked away her pants and reached for the zipper on his, but he instantly pushed his hips harder against her, denying her fingers access and causing her to groan into his mouth as she felt him pressed against her. She tugged impatiently at the belt loops of his pants, but he ignored her protests, pulling his mouth away from hers and pressing his lips hard against her neck and shoulder, her breath hot and unsteady in his ear. He ran his hands teasingly over the fabric of her bra, pushing the straps off her shoulders and brushing his lips over her skin; her fingers dug into his sides for a moment but he made no movement to remove her bra completely. Instead his fingers dragged languidly over her breasts and stomach, linking with hers when he found them resting against her hips.

She paused.

He leaned away slightly, attempting to look her in the eye. She stared unseeingly at his chest, her index fingers hooked around the waistband of her panties, but she was frozen in place.

She was hesitating.

He rested his hands on her shoulders, kissing her forehead chastely. He backed away and sat down at the table staring at his hands, "Go home Addison."

"What?" she questioned breathlessly.

"Go home," he sighed, "We didn't do anything, it's not to late. Just… go."

She took a step towards him.

He shook his head, "Don't. It's ok."

She pressed her palm against his cheek, forcing him to look up at her. She kissed him lightly, twice, "Thank you." She reached past him and picked up her still full wine glass and downed it in one long drink, "But I don't want to leave."

She kissed him again, not letting it deepen, simply sucking lightly on his lips and teasing them with her own. She carefully knelt above him on the narrow bench, pressing against him so that his chest rubbed against her stomach. He looked up at her, searching her face a moment as he pushed her hair out of the way. A soft contented moan vibrated through her throat as his fingers passed over her cheek, and his lips pressed gently against that exact spot on her neck before drifting to the hallow at the base and down her breastbone. She entwined her fingers in his hair, gently pulling then massaging his scalp, her hands unable to reach much past his shoulders; his arms tightened around her back as he nipped along the tops of her breasts until she released the clasp of her bra and let him lick, suck and tease as he liked. Her hands moved smoothly to his shoulders and neck, her nails breaking his skin as she arched her back against his mouth, demanding more.

His arm wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her steady as his fingers followed her hand down her side, their fingers tangled together in the fabric of her panties as they both tried one handed to push them off her hips. Derek abandoned the clumsy endeavor the moment they were inched far enough down her thighs for him to slide his hand between her legs, his fingers immediately finding her clit. Addison gripped at his shoulder as her legs instantly buckled; his arm tightening at her waist preventing her from moving away. She was helplessly trapped against him, at the mercy of his mouth and fingers.

Not ready to give absolutely into the pleasure just yet, she pushed his arm away from her waist and linking her fingers with his, stood. He followed her closely, letting her arms wrap loosely around his neck as she pecked at his lips, her arms then dropping to rest around his waist as she peppered tiny sensual kisses against his chest and shoulders. He murmured his approval at her actions; following the slow gentle pace she was setting, he ran his hand slowly over every part of her bare skin feeling it warm to his touch. His other hand lost in her hair, his fingers intertwining with the strands as he inhaled the familiar scent of her skin; loosing himself in the raw sensuality of the moment.

Addison swallowed hard and inhaled deeply. In the pit of her stomach she hated herself for wanting this, wanting him, so much. But no one could make love to her like he could.

She buried her face against his shoulder for a moment, feeling his heartbeat thumping against her cheek, a wistful smile crossing her lips. She looped her fingers through his belt loops and gave a sharp tug, grinning at him slyly, "Why am I always the first one naked?"

He grinned back, his hair disheveled and his face and chest flushed but relaxed, "Because it suits you." He was so happy, and he hated it. He hated that his stomach turned to ice in the moments when he thought she might leave. The sadness. He hated that he still needed her like this.

She tugged at his belt loops again, pulling him in for a kiss, instantly deepening it so all his focus was on her mouth and not on her fingers, which were little by little undoing his pants, easing them off his hips, down his thighs to pool around his ankles. She dragged her hands up his legs and pressed her entire body against his, his responding moan vibrating against her lips and through her whole body. Her body pulsed with a well-known heat as his familiar contours pressed against her harder; his fingers floating up and down her back, making her quiver and forcing her to fight the urge to let him take her up against the counter.

He groaned as she pulled away, every inch of him protesting the absence of her skin on his. She smiled at him, her eyes dark with need, as she took the few steps to the bed; the magnetic force between them drawing him along right behind her. His arms reached out for her, snaking around her and pulling her back against his body. He heard her gasped and call out in surprise, but immediately surrendering she melted into him, reaching up to hold his head as his lips affixed to her neck and his hands caressed the front of her body. His stomach clenched as she moaned loudly in his ear; her hand covered his urging his fingers between her legs, then stopping herself and pulling back. She turned abruptly in his arms and kissed him hard.

"I need you," she breathed heavily, her knee already resting on the bed, "Now."

Grasping his hips she pulled him towards her, letting him wrap his arm around her and lower her onto her back as she kissed him again. He let her pull his full weight on top of her, marveling at her ability to wrap herself around him so absolutely; her hips fit perfectly against him, her legs hugged him just right, her arms wrapped around his back in a way that made him feel strong and manly and safe and secure all at the same time. They kissed slowly, adjusting their bodies against each other and relaxing against the mattress.

He pecked at her lips, lingering each time, then pulled away gently, "Watch."

Her eyes followed him trustingly as he moved off of her resting all his weight on one arm and his knees. His hand drifted down her body, directing her attention; obediently she spread her legs a bit wider and tilted her hips to him, aligning them perfectly.

She fought the urge to close her eyes at the moment he entered her, biting her lip against the arousal of watching and feeling him inside of her, but not holding back the moan that vibrated from deep in her chest. Derek's brow furrowed in intense concentration as he steadily slid, slowly, slowly, inside of her, then just as slowly pulling back. She watched him through already glassy eyes, trying to catch his eye as he watched her twist and writhe beneath him. She grasped his forearm tugging him towards her, murmuring his name desperately, but only saying it once.

He slid his arms underneath her, holding her body against his, feeling the entire length of her body rub against his with every long slow thrust. His arms tensed and he rested his forehead on her shoulder, forcing himself to concentrating on pumping into her smoothly and rhythmically and not with the abandon that he felt coursing through his body.

"When did you learn this kind of control," she demanded breathlessly. After only a few minutes her body was already tensing as he steadily increased the power behind his movements.

He chuckled shakily, his face still against her neck. He groaned as he felt her whole body arch against him and shudder, crying out. He forced himself to slow down, focusing his attention on the skin just below her ear, kissing and sucking at it.

She breathed deeply gripping his shoulders. Neither of them were lasting very long, the distance that they had forced between themselves since their divorce, it seemed, was catching up with them. She slid her hands down his back, damp from the heat of their bodies.

"That was fast," he whispered against her lips.

"You're not doing that much better." Gripping his sides just below his hips she urged him to move faster, tilting her hips to increase the sensations.

Their hips moved needily against each other, indulging in each other as they completely experienced each torturously sensual movement. It seemed like mere moments before they were both panting and trembling against each other, the force of Addison's second orgasm lifting her back and hips far off the mattress with a strangled cry, and forcing Derek to give in to his own. Release and satisfaction immediately washed over each of them.

They lay wrapped in each other, devoid of strength; Bodies, it seemed, throbbing and pulsing for far longer then it took them to reach that level of excitement. Reluctantly Derek pulled away from the arms that gently massaged his back. He rolled to her side and glanced at her. She stared at the ceiling, her mouth forming the 'O' that meant she was deep in thought.

She rolled over onto her stomach facing away from him, her arms tucked protectively under her. Derek watched her, allowing her the time she needed to collect her thoughts.

Finally, 10 minutes later, she turned her head and looked at him, her eyes wide.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded, "How do you feel?" she whispered, her hand tucked under her chin.

"I don't know," he admitted, "How do you feel?"

She was silent, "Confused." He sat up and she followed his movements with her eyes.

"I don't regret it."

"I don't either," she confessed, "That's why I'm confused."

He watched her reflection in the window. She was watching him as he sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her.

"I promised myself that I'd never do this again."

"Spend the night in the trailer?" he joked, trying to lighten the mood as he picked up a blanket off the floor.

"No," she rolled to her side and lifted her arm to let him tuck the blanket around her, "Cheat on someone I love."

He didn't know how to respond to this, "Can you stay the night?"

"Ya," she assured him, "I'm staying." She rolled on to her back and turned out the lights, "I don't know how to do this Derek," she said into the darkness, "And I don't know if its so wrong that it's never going to seem right; or so right that it will never seem wrong."

"We can figure it out tomorrow," he promised, trying to pick out her features in the grey shadows as he slipped under the blanket with her, "And it's not wrong, it's just morally questionable."

She rolled her eyes then closed them, tucking her hand back under her chin.

Seconds later his lips lightly pressed against her cheek, gently kissing her before moving down to her lips. She responded immediately her fingers gently touching his jaw and running through his hair. He tugged at the blanket draping it over her shoulders before pulling her against his chest and cuddling her close. "I said that too," he whispered.

"What?" She stretched agilely along his side, like a cat, then curled back into Derek's arms

"That I would never cheat on someone I loved again," He tightened his arm around her shoulders and traced the line of her jaw with his fingers.

She seemed on the verge on responding, but then yawned instead, "We should have rules about cuddling," she whispered sleepily.

He moved his fingers up to her cheek bone and closed his eyes, "We can discuss it tomorrow," he yawned, "I'll wake you up at 6."

She groaned, "I don't have to work until noon."

He smiled and pulled her closer, "We'll think of something to do."

The last thing he heard before falling asleep was her laugh.

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Derek awoke to the strange sensation of being watched.

"Stop staring at me," he grumbled and rolled onto his side. He could feel her hair under his cheek from where it fanned out over the pillow.

"Are you awake?"

"No," he shut his eyes tighter and tried to go back to sleep. Finally he dragged them open. He was right, she was staring at him.

"Are you awake now?"

"Yes," he took in her features, her eyes were wide and searching his face, "Are you okay?"

"Ya."

"You sure?"

She nodded.

"You didn't sleep at all did you?"

"Not really."

He stretched sleepily, "I should have gotten you drunk first."

"Derek," she slapped him on the arm, but chuckled.

"You're right, you snore when you're drunk. And you suck in bed."

She glared at him playfully, "I'm not talking to you," she proclaimed, rolling over away from him.

Derek smiled at her back and relaxed comfortably into the bed. Picking up the wrist that rested against her waist he gently massaged her pulse until her breathing deepened she started drifting off to sleep. He pulled up the comforter, wondering when Addison had gone through the effort of actually getting the duvet from the closet and covering them with it. He glanced over at her, probably around the time she found that shirt she was wearing.

A cell phone rang at the other end of the trailer.

"I hope that's yours," Addison sighed, already sitting up.

"My ring tone isn't that girly." He watched her walk down the center of the trailer tugging in vain at the loose wife-beater that barely reached her hips, leaving her naked from the waist down. Derek chuckled as she hunted for her phone; no matter how hard she tugged that shirt wasn't going to cover anything.

"I hate that my Caller ID doesn't work up here" she proclaimed, sitting at the table and crossing her legs, "Hello?" She rolled her eyes and stood up, "Richard, it's not even 7." She crawled back into bed and pulled the blankets up over her legs, "Yes. You are interrupting. Goodbye."

Derek pulled up the hem of her shirt and kissed her side, running his hand across her stomach he gripped her hip and held her close.

She swatted his hand away, "Richard," she almost whined into the phone, "I'll be in by noon." She groaned in exasperation and Derek began pressing kisses around her navel, sliding further down the bed. She placed her hand on the back of his head, politely requesting that he not go any further while she was on the phone, "I'll be there at 8. Okay?" Derek continued to kiss her stomach, her fingers running through his hair. "I realize that I only live 10 minutes from the hospital, but I'm suppose to have the morning off and I'm busy for at least the next 45 minutes." Addison sighed and flipped her phone closed.

Derek rolled onto his side and rested his cheek against her thigh, "You have to go in?"

Addison nodded and dropped her head back against the pillow, "Which isn't going to work because I said I'd be there in an hour, and we are 45 minutes away. And I really need to shower.

"Oh," Derek lifted his head and ran his fingers up the underside of her thigh, "I wanted to talk to you about something." He continued to tease the skin of her thigh, "I want to discuss another rule.

She raised her eyebrow. "Quit that," She pulled her leg out of the way

Derek seized the opportunity and moved closer, now resting against her far thigh he rolled onto his back, rearranged her other leg so it draped across his torso and clasped his hands around her knee, "Okay. Comfortable?"

She laughed and ran her fingers though his hair.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," he exclaimed, "I'm going to need you to laugh more.

"Laugh more." She repeated.

"So I know you're happy."

She chuckled and dropped her head back against the pillows.

"I'm serious. You need to laugh and joke and flirt and smile and be happy."

"Flirt."

"Yes. I want you to flirt with me. And giggle," He gave her a mischievous grin.

She shook with laughter, "Why?"

"I don't know. I like you like that. What is it that my grandmother used to call you? Frisky?"

Addison wheezed slightly as she convulsed with laughter, "Feisty!" she exclaimed, "Frisky was her cat."

Derek shrugged, "I like you feisty," he paused thoughtfully, "And frisky."

"I like you frisky and feisty too," she teased.

"Deal?" he held out a hand.

She reached out and shook it, "Deal."

"Great," Derek moved her leg away, rolled over onto his stomach and wrapped his arms around her hips.

"What are you doing?" Addison asked lazily, perfectly aware of what he was doing and already shifting her weight getting comfortable.

Derek grinned and nuzzled the inside of her thigh, "Something that makes you frisky and feisty. And happy and smiley."

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Derek leaned against the bathroom sink, his toothbrush hanging loosely from the corner of his mouth. He had never before realized what a great view into the shower this exact spot in the trailer had. He watched Addison rinse the last of the shampoo from her hair and make a last pass over her body before shutting off the water. She stepped out of the shower and reached for her towel, glancing at him as she wrapped it around her.

A smile tugged at her lips as she look in his current state, standing in just his boxers watching her, "You liked that?" she teased moving into the bedroom and digging through her bag for something to wear.

Derek turned away and focused his attention back to his pursuits of oral hygiene. Occasionally, he glanced at her in the mirror, but she wasn't showing him anything. He jumped when he felt her hand on his back. He moved to the side and let her run her own toothbrush under the water.

She stood close to him and watched him through her lashes.

He leaned away slightly and looked her up and down; she had only put on her bra and panties and a pair of black stilettos. He could have sworn she was trying not to grin as she continued to brush her teeth.

She leaned past him and spit out the toothpaste in her mouth, then placed her toothbrush on the counter without bothering to rinse it off. She stood in front of him a moment, maintaining eye contact, the pads of her fingers resting on his hipbones.

He watched her with intrigue, "What are you…"

She just raised an eyebrow and gave him a sultry grin as she sank down to her knees.

Derek stared at her in amazement for a moment before his eyes rolled back in his head and he stared up at the ceiling, swallowing hard at the toothpaste in his mouth, not even noticing the burn as it ran down his throat. He was a lost cause since the moment he spotted her in the shower. She moaned long and low, vibrating all around him. Derek groaned loudly and she did it again.

He resisted the urge to grab the back of her head and urge her faster, her instincts with this were often better then his; instead he threaded his fingers through her hair and twisted a damp strand loosely through his fingers. His head was swimming; she was using her nails to trace patterns on the back of his knees. He gripped the sink hard with one hand, his knuckles turning white as he forced himself to remain standing.

He dragged his eyes open. He stared unseeingly for a moment, then allowed his eyes to focus on the heels of her black stilettos. A sudden image flooded his vision, Addison on her knees, her legs too long for the cramped bathroom forcing her feet to rest in the hall. He pictured the view from the kitchen. Her stiletto-ed feet and perfect calves peeking out from the bathroom, the sounds of her pleasuring his bouncing off the walls.

Derek groaned loudly, gripping Addison's shoulder with one hand as gratification coursed though him.

He breathed deeply and shakily, watching her sink back on her heels, then stand, wiping the corner of her mouth daintily with a cheeky smile before continuing to brush her teeth.

Derek tossed his toothbrush down on the counter in defeat, "You know a little of that every time we brushed our teeth might have saved our marriage."

She gave him an amused smile, checked her teeth and patted his chest, "Then I guess there really was no saving it."

Derek narrowed his eyes slightly, still leaning heavily on the counter.

She smiled, laughing a bit, "You asked for frisky and feisty."

"Not when I'm seeing my girlfriend in less then an hour."

"Mmm," Addison considered this, kissing his collarbone then drifting up his neck again, "Then you should shower. You smell like me." She kissed him slowly, longing to linger there, "Luckily for you, I used all the hot water."

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Her cell phone started to ring the second she pulled on to the main road leading away from the trailer.

She held the phone in her hand a moment, not really wanting to talk to anyone, but thinking that it might be Derek calling to say she had forgotten something.

"Hello?"

"I missed you last night."

"Geoffrey," she sighed.

"How was your night without me?"

"Good," her face didn't betray any emotion, in even in the privacy of her car, "Just what I needed."

"Good. But tonight you are mine."

"All yours," she agreed.

"Are you busy now? We could go out for breakfast."

"Actually, I'm in the car in my way to the hospital. Richard wants to talk to me."

Geoffrey was silent, "I hate when you talk as you drive."

"Sorry," she smiled slightly at the concern in his voice.

"I'll let you go then. Be careful."

"I will."

"I love you."

She hesitated, "Love you too."

She snapped her phone shut and slowed to a stop as she approached a red light.

Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, "UGH," she exclaimed in frustration as she rested her forehead against the wheel.

What was she thinking?

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"Where is Richard?" Addison demanded looking around his office in annoyance, her mood fowl.

"He's in a conference until noon," Patricia replied, "You're late."

"I got held up," Addison snapped.

"Well I'll tell him to come find you when he gets out."

"I'm not even suppose to be here,' Addison spat, turning on her heel and marching down the hall, muttering to herself on the evils of bosses and their intrusion on personal lives and the few hours that she gets off without being called in and abandoned.

She tossed her jacket over the back of a chair and collapsed heavily in it. She rested her arms on the table, her chin on her arms and pouted, her brow furrowing. She glared at the nurses trying to work around her; she did not appreciate their annoyed looks.

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Derek about to enter a patients room. She felt his eyes on her for a moment, and then he casually started walking towards her, smiling.

She looked away, but immediately felt her cheeks begin to colour.

"Good Morning," he greeted her, his smile growing.

"Good…" her voice caught in her throat, "Good morning."

She looked at him and couldn't help but grin and had to quickly look away. Her smile now refused to disappear.

They continued to sneak looks at each other, hearts beating wildly with the knowledge of the secret they were keeping.

"How was your meeting with Richard?" he asked finally.

"I missed it, "Addison replied with a sly smirk, "I was caught up in other things this morning."

Derek cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing, Addison laughing merrily.

"Shepherd!" Richard stepped around the corner. Surgical gowns and gloves already in hand, "Blunt force trauma to the head, choppering-in in 10."

"Richard!" Addison called after him, but he had disappeared already. She shrugged and leaned back in her seat, meeting Derek's eye and making a bit of a show out of crossing her legs.

He grinned and leaned across the counter, "If this case is surgical you should come watch."

"Ya?" she raised an eyebrow, "You looking to show off?"

"Only if it makes you frisky and feisty."

"You know it does."

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He liked having her at his surgeries. It was the one thing between them that had never change. They had grown and changed and drifted, but their respect for each other as doctors had only strengthened. It was probably why they lasted so long. It's easy to forgive the long hours and distractions when you see the talent and the passion behind it.

He glanced up at the gallery. Her eyes were intense as they watched him, full of pride and desire.

He suspected that they had started something destructive. In fact he was sure of it. There was no way this could end without someone getting hurt. More then likely everyone would be destroyed by it.

But surprisingly he didn't feel guilty. Not anymore. Remorsefully, yes. But in the pit of his stomach it seemed inevitable that he and Addison would end up like this.

He looked to her again.

He had these moments. Sometimes just a second or two where he caught a glimpse of how they used to be. He craved those moments, rare as they were. He knew she had them too, knew that that was why she avoided him when she could. It was too painful for her to experience.

He gazed up at her again, this time holding her eye.

It was selfish of him making her live what she was trying to avoid so that he would feel content. He felt guilty that he was taking advantage of her weakness.

But he was a selfish man.

And he wanted her.

He winked at her, his eyes smiling up at her.

"Derek," Meredith leaned over in concern, "Is there something in your eye?"

Derek blinked quickly, "Ya. But it's gone now. Thank you."

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"Heron?" Addison raised and eyebrow, "The psycho doc…"

Richard gave her a look.

"…Who is always so happy and enthusiastic," she smiled, nothing could ruin her good mood.

"She's doing a stint in Zimbabwe with Doctors Without borders," Richard explained, reaching for a pile of papers, "She sent these for you to take a look at."

Addison glanced at the top page, ultrasound images that were grainy at best, "Twins," she stated matter-of-factly.

Richard nodded, wordlessly telling her to look again, "Conjoined twins, Addison." His eyes sparkled, "Conjoined twins."

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Derek spun pensively in his chair. He was starting to hear rumours and they were making him anxious.

He had to talk to Addison.

He tapped his pager rapidly on the desk and stared at the clock on the wall trying to decide how best to approach her. His tapping slowed as an idea gradually formed.

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Two floors up and in another wing Addison glanced down at her pager and frowned. 233673.

"Problem?" Bailey asked, holding an X-Ray up to the light.

"Wrong number," Addison replied.

A minute later her pager sounded again, 233673, and a moment later again, 233673.

"Persistent," Bailey mused.

"Mmm," Addison agreed, positive that it was Derek trying to contact her, "Will you excuse me? I could use a coffee."

She wandered down to the ICU section where Derek spent most of his time. She had no idea what she would say if someone asked why she was there. He must have heard her heels as she approached because he was watching for her as she rounded the corner. She gave him a covert look of confusion and followed him as he walked down an empty hall and ducked into a small alcove containing a broken vending machine and a payphone.

He looked at her expectantly.

"You heard?" She questioned softly.

"It's true?"

She nodded, "I should only be gone a few weeks at the most."

Derek stared down at his feet.

"Hey," she teased, "I'm the one being banished from civilization. I could be eaten by a lion."

Derek chuckled.

"I'll bring you back a safari hat," she promised.

"You're coming back thought right?"

"You think I'd stay in Zimbabwe?"

"Coming back to me."

Addison tilted her head slightly and looked at him through her lashes, "I said I didn't regret it Derek. Being apart for 2 weeks is not going to change that."

He smiled, pleased with her response. He touched her elbow and pushed her towards the corner out of sight, and leaned out the door to see if anyone was close by. "I'm probably not going to get you alone again before you leave," he explained in a whisper, resting his hands on her hips and leaning in to kiss her.

She rested her hands on his chest a moment, then gave in completely and looped her arms around his neck and let the weight of his body push her gently against the wall. Finally she sighed and pushed him away, "We have rules about stuff like this happening in the hospital," she reminded him.

"Ya," he sighed, taking a step away, "Can I at least buy you lunch?"

"I don't pass up free food," Addison grinned, stepping out into the hallway ahead of him, "What was that page suppose to mean, by the way."

He grinned, "You have two weeks in Zimbabwe to figure it out."

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