Part 2: Run

Violet didn't return after her fake lunch break. She didn't want to go back to that building and run into Charlotte again. Instead she left a message back at the practice and canceled her single appointment for that afternoon.

She returned the next day, hopeful that Charlotte had forgotten the whole thing.

"You have messages," Dell said as she walked through the lobby. Addison, Sam and Pete were standing by the reception desk, presumably checking their messages too. She took the pink slips and flipped through the messages. It was going to be another relatively slow day; she only had two patients today.

"Did you say something to Charlotte yesterday," Dell asked.

"Maybe."

This caught the attention of Addison, Sam and Pete.

"She's seemed a little…upset," Dell said carefully. Charlotte was a little more then upset when she yelled after Violet yesterday.

"Is that why she was so crabby yesterday," Addison mused. "She seemed a little more intense than usual."

"Charlotte yelled at her," Dell told them. He turned back to Violet. "What did you say to her?"

"Nothing. She was just being Charlotte King and…" Violet was at a loss for words. She picked up her messages and moved past the group, but Addison followed her with Naomi, who had just came out from her office, hot on their heels.

"Something wrong," Naomi asked.

"Violet got into a fight with Charlotte," Addison supplied. "Apparently Charlotte's pissed."

Naomi's eyebrows shot up. "Wow, Vi what did you do to her?"

"Did you hit her," Addison asked.

Violet shot her a look.

Addison shrugged. "What? It's no secret that Charlotte's not your favorite person and you've been walking around these past few days like there's a storm cloud over your head."

"I don't have any storm clouds," Violet grumbled. "Can we just drop this?"

Addison and Naomi exchanged a look, but otherwise said nothing else.

The day passed pleasantly enough and there was only minor teasing about Violet's fight with Charlotte and by the time she came back from lunch she was starting to feel good. The practice, well beside herself, was busy and full of noise when she reentered.

She settled down on her office couch, reviewing some notes on a patient, who was expected to arrive soon. She didn't lift her head up when she heard the click clack of heels enter the room.

"Have a seat. I'll be with you in a moment." She made one last note, closed the file and looked up to see Charlotte King, standing with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face.

Violet stood up quickly. She was not expecting confrontation with Charlotte, at least not so soon and not here.

"Violet Turner." She said these words with malice.

Violet panicked. Her first instinct was to remove herself from the situation, but she couldn't help giving a quick look in Charlotte's direction. What she saw made her prolong her look. The petite blonde was wearing a low cut clingy red shirt. Her eyes darted to Charlotte's chest quickly and almost curiously. She had nice breasts Violet decided, but this really wasn't the time for admiring.

Charlotte followed her eye movement and caught on to what Violet was looking at. "Are you looking at -."

She didn't hear the rest of that question; she fled the room instead with her face flaming. She heard the click clack of heels and cursed silently. Charlotte was following her. This was stupid. Really, where was she going to go? A few people from the lobby glanced in their direction, Dell included.

She slipped into Addison's office and closed the door behind her.

"Is that Charlotte out there," Addison asked from her desk.

"Yes. Make her go away."

"Violet just talk to her. She's not going to leave until you do." At that point Charlotte started to knock on the door.

Violet's prospects weren't bright. There was an angry little blonde out there who was going to rip her apart and she was just going to have to let that happen.

"Maybe I can make a run for it."

Addison sighed, "Do you really not want to talk to her?"

"Yes!"

"Fine, I'll make her go away."