Title: One Hell Of A Racket

Authors: Sara And Lizzie

Rating: T for language, mild sex

Disclaimer: we don't own grey's anatomy, or any anatomies but our own at that.

Summary: Sequel to Sound And Fury. Mark and Addison come back to Seattle, and chaos ensues. Forget the internship- there's sex, lies, jealousy and procreation to deal with it.

Author's Note: We couldn't let go of Sound, so we decided to write a sequel. Review.

"Addison?" Cristina asked incredulously. "Addison, as in Montgomery Shepherd? And Mark as in Mark Sloan? Coming here? And you're helping them?"

Meredith nodded. "Yes, on all counts. I feel like this is bad idea."

"Because it is. She's McBitch, Mer. You don't just help her."

"I did sleep with her husband. While she was paralyzed."

"That indiscretion aside, it's just not natural. This is definitely a bad idea."

Meredith sighed and picked up her cup of coffee and toward the locker room door.

"Where are you going?" Cristina asked, looking horrified.

Meredith shrugged. "I told Addison I'd talk to Webber." She pushed open the door and disappeared through the other side.

"That's great!" Cristina yelled after her. "Maybe next you and Addison can paint each other's toe nails and talk about boys."

George and Izzie appeared in the doorway Meredith had just left through. "What's going on?" Izzie asked.

"Yea, where'd Meredith go?" George piped up. "Cause, um, we have rounds."

Cristina stretched, and grinned at them. "Meredith's bringing Satan to Seattle."


Meredith knocked on the door of the chief's office, carrying her own coffee and another cup. "Dr. Webber, do you have a minute?" she asked, sticking her head inside the door.

"Sit down, Dr. Grey."

She smiled and offered him the fresh full cup. "Coffee?"

He eyed her suspiciously, but took the cup anyway. "Do I even want to know?" he asked her, taking a sip.

She smiled again. "You may remember a time when I had a large lapse in judgment."

The Chief closed his eyes. "Tell me you are not pregnant Grey."

Meredith coughed, and choked on her coffee. "No!" she practically shouted. "Nothing like that. But I do sort of owe someone, Addison, a favor."

Dr. Webber raised his eyebrows, and Meredith took a deep breath. "If you look in the metro section of the New York Times, you'll see that Mark Sloan is facing medical malpractice. And if he can't work in New York, Addison doesn't want to work in New York."

She shot a pointed look at Dr. Webber. "Wouldn't it be great to have that spectacular neo natal clinic again?"

"I'm supposed to hire both of them? After a malpractice suit?"

"Addison is the best." Meredith stated. "And put Mark in plastics. How much damage could he do?" She asked with a weak smile. "Just say you'll think about it. And say you'll meet with Addison the day after tomorrow."

The chief nodded. "You're lucky I like you, Grey."

Meredith shrugged. "Thank you, Dr. Webber. Thank you."


She practically smacked into Derek on the way out of his office. "Hey you." He said, kissing her cheek.

She smiled at him. "I talked to Webber."

Derek shook his head. "I'm trying not to think about it." He took one of Meredith's hands and they strolled down the corridor. "What I was trying to say last night, before the uh, phone calls-" Meredith cut him off.

"Hold on." She said winking at him. "Last night is bringing back some fond memories."

He grinned at her. "I was thinking that we should think about something. Like moving…" he trailed off. "Why are you smiling like that?"

Meredith's eyes darted to the supply closet behind them. She raised her eyebrows and leaned in toward Derek. "I dare you." She whispered. He grinned again, pulling her towards the door.


"Yang, there's a trauma patient you can help me with, Stevens, go see Dr. Burke, O'Malley and Karev, you're in the pit. Grey, you're going to…" Bailey stopped talking and looked around. "Where the hell is Grey?"

"She went to talk to the Chief." Cristina supplied helpfully.

Bailey rolled her eyes. "Yang, wait here for me. The rest of you, this is not gossip hour. Get to work." She started down the hall toward the chief's office and was just passing Burke when something caught her eye.

She rolled her eyes at Dr. Burke and swung the door open. "Dr. Shepherd." She barked. "Please remove your hand from under my intern's shirt. Grey, anytime you'd like to untangle yourself from the chief of neuro surgery, be my guest. And maybe when you two kids are done making out in the closet, you can save some lives. Grey, rounds. Now."

"Actually, I need her for a surgery today." Derek said. Bailey turned and looked at him.

"I'll bet you do. Grey, why do I see you standing here?" Meredith scurried out the door, and Derek shook his head at Bailey.

She didn't return his smile. "When you two were sneaking around, at least I didn't have to see it." She started out of the room. "And wipe that grin off of your face Shepherd. I'm not your fraternity brother."

Derek ambled out after her, and rolled his own eyes at an amused looking Burke. "Like you've never done it." He muttered.

Burke smiled. "I've never gotten caught."


Addison sat next to Mark on the flight from one coast to the other. "You're aware that we're actually moving to Seattle?" Mark asked Addison, looking for confirmation. "You're having our stuff shipped? And you're selling the brownstone?"

Addison nodded. "I'm aware."

"And this has nothing to do with Derek and doe eyes?"

"Doe eyes?"

"McIntern?" he suggested.

Addison groaned. "Jesus, I'm going need a drink." Mark raised his eyebrows at her. She rolled her eyes. "It has nothing to do with Derek. We're divorced, remember?"

"So you're not jealous?"

"Of what?"

"That's he's wearing flannel in the trailer you hated having sex with the lusty intern."

Addison leaned over and kissed Mark on the cheek. "No more than he's jealous that we're moving into a high rise pent house, with Egyptian cotton sheets to have sex on."

"So we're really moving? To Seattle."

"Yes." She confirmed. "To Seattle. And Mark? If you ever say McAnything again, we're done."

"Fair enough. But you know she called you McBitch."

Addison bit her lip and realized what she was doing. Mark, Meredith, herself and Derek. She looked around for a flight attendant. She really needed that drink.


"Burke said you and McDreamy got caught doing it in a closet today." Cristina said as Meredith sat down on a barstool at Joe's.

"We were kissing." Meredith said indignantly. "And Burke did not say doing it." She caught Joe's eye. "Tequilla." She said. "And lots of it."

"Whoa." Izzie said. "You haven't said that in a long time."

Meredith didn't respond until Joe placed a shot in front of her and she downed it. "T minus two hours and twenty minutes until Mark and Addison pull up to the Fairmont Olympia."

"A hotel? So this isn't permanent?" George asked.

Meredith smiled tightly. "That hotel is only temporary until their apartment is finished, decorated and furnished."

Alex slid into a seat next to Izzie and winced. "Ouch."

Meredith took another shot and looked at her friends. "They wanted to get away from New York to avoid a big media induced, malpractice fall out."

Cristina cleared her throat. "I propose a good luck toast to Meredith. And I'm putting fifty on the odds that McSteamy puts the moves on her."

Meredith was about to retort, but her pager beeped. "Derek." She said, checking it. "I wonder what fresh hell this is." She slid off the seat, threw money on the bar and slipped on her coat. "See you tomorrow. D-Day." She said to her friends, walking away.

George checked his watch. "T minus two hours and fourteen minutes." He called after her.


Meredith walked across the street and back into Seattle Grace. She met Derek in front of the operating board. "What's going on?" she asked him.

He pointed to the board. "Every OR is currently filled."

"You paged me to tell me that?" she asked playfully.

He eyed her. "There's no space for me to be in surgery for at least an hour."

She nodded knowingly and smiled. "You know I live really close by."

He wound his fingers through hers. "I realized that."

She grabbed his arm and tugged her towards the nearest exits. She threw her head back and laughed. "You know we're going to have to be really, really quiet." She told him, winking.


Addison and Mark walked out of the hotel looking like professional, chic, doctors. "Well." Addison said. "Our flight was early, the car was on time and the hotel room is perfect."

"Are you almost nervous that this is going so well?" Mark asked.

Addison nodded. "Let's go wake up Dr. Grey. I want to know how it went with Richard."

Mark opened the door of the rented BMW for her. "Your wish is my command, Addie." Addison directed him to Meredith's house, and smiled when Izzie Stevens answered the door.

"Dr. Stevens." She said. "Pleasant surprise."

Izzie smiled back. "Hi, Dr. Shepherd." She said. "Oh. Dr. Montgomery. And Dr. Sloan."

She stepped aside to let them in. "We're really anxious to find out how it went when Meredith talked to the chief." Addison explained, breaking the awkward silence.

"Um, she's upstairs." Izzie volunteered. Addison looked around for some sign of Derek being with her. Coat, shoes, discarded jeans lying on the stairs.

"I think Dr. Shepherd is on call tonight." Izzie supplied helpfully.

Addison smiled at her again. "I always liked you Stevens."

Izzie beamed. "Second door on your left."

The former New York hot shots climbed the stairs.