A/N: Updates are not as quick as I wish they could be, because I have priorities (such as math class). I do hope, however, that everyone will still enjoy and feel free to throw any suggestions my way.

Teddy dialed the number that had become so familiar to her over the past little while, and waited as the line rang. Once . . . twice . . .

The third ring was severed in half by the sound of Henry's voice, "Good morning," was the cheerful greeting.

"Good afternoon," Teddy returned. It was nearly two o'clock.

Henry laughed, but it was short, "What's up?"

"I was wondering if we could push dinner tonight? Andrew has tickets to a ballet downtown. He asked if I could go. I can drop by your place after for a while, if you don't mind the timing."

Great. It had been over a week since they'd seen each other face to face, and now their preplanned dinner was being pushed even further away. If you would have asked Henry a week ago, if he thought that Teddy and he were on the right track, he would have smiled and answered slyly. Now, he wasn't so sure. Every spare second that she had was spent with Andrew. Andrew who was so amazing. Andrew who Teddy was so happy with. Andrew who had left her broken hearted not that long ago, and was bound to do so again.

Henry knew the type. They never failed to hurt.

"Sounds great," he lied after only a slight pause.

"Alright. See you then."

"Bye."

And the line went dead. There was so much more to be said, but he couldn't say it. Not over the phone. He couldn't say it to her face either, and he knew it. He was a coward and he liked it when things were comfortable; when they were easy. When he didn't have to worry about how she felt because they were friends. Friends, and nothing more.

He was falling in love with a woman who wasn't even his.

No. He was in love with. No falling necessary.

The hours ticked by as he waited for Teddy to show. Henry took the courtesy of finding the time of the ballet from the theatre's website. It ran from seven to nine. Checking his clock, he saw that it was already nearing eleven. A list of "worst possible scenarios" repeated over and over again in his mind.

Had they run off to Vegas to profess their love by eloping?

Had they run out of gas and decided to have sex to pass the time?

Was Andrew holding her handing? Looking into her eyes? Were they reminiscing over old times?

It drove him crazy. The simple fact that Teddy was reluctant to discuss her relationship with Mr. Perkins was enough to drive him over the edge.

Knock, knock, knock.

But what was he going to do about it? Pasting on a smile, Henry opened the door to allow his wife in. "You look great," the words escaped him before the thought could enter his consciousness.

"Thanks," she returned his grin. "Sorry it's so late. We grabbed coffee after the ballet."

It took two hours to drink coffee? "It's no problem. I'm just happy to see you."

"So, the ballet was phenomenal," she started as she entered his apartment and set down her purse, proceeding to take off her jacket.

"That's good," Henry moved to the kitchen. "You want something to drink?"

"Whiskey would be really great right now. Or anything else with alcohol," Teddy laughed. Henry poured them both a glass, and re-entered the living room to find her on the couch.

He handed her the glass.

There were so many things that he had to say. So many things that he wanted to know. And so many reasons why he couldn't. If he had to choose between having Teddy as a friend, or having her as nothing, he would most definitely choose friend. But to be able to touch her, kiss her . . . love her? That would be even better.

Unfortunately, that wasn't an option.

"So, Andrew? Do I get to know the story or am I left in the dark for a while longer?" Henry's tone betrayed how he felt. He was teasing, from Teddy's perspective. But in reality, he was completely serious.

Pulling her knees to her chest, she seemed to examine her husband. Apparently, he looked trustworthy enough, because she started talking, "Andrew was hired at the hospital after the shooting to do psychiatric evaluations on everyone that had been involved. I really didn't like the idea at first, but then I met him. He . . . he listened. He was the first man in a long time to really listen. It didn't matter whether I was talking about a surgery, or the shooting, or how pissed off I could be at Cristina. He just listened. Things started to progress, and we went on a few dates, and I really thought that it was going somewhere."

"And then?"

"Then he left, and I was a mess."

Henry really didn't like Andrew. What did the guy have that Henry didn't? He could listen. He was no psychiatrist, but he could listen. If that was all Andy had going for himself, why hadn't he been a catch a release situation?

Subject change, he decided: "What's gonna happen to us when I don't need your medical insurance?"

Teddy looked taken aback. She took a long drink of her whiskey, "Well, I guess first we'll get a divorce. Hopefully remain friends, and you'll owe me everything since I saved your life." She laughed.

Henry laughed, but didn't mean it. The concept of them getting divorced - the very thought of it, made him feel like he was being stabbed in the heart. Repetitively. "You know, I'm grateful things worked out the way they did. If Madison would have agreed to marry me, I'd be in an awful situation right now."

"I'm happy I could be of help. You mean a lot to me, Henry. I'm not sure what I would be doing right now without you."

Having sex with Andrew, was Henry's thought. He pushed it from his mind and replaced it with another. "Well without you, I'd be dead."

"I guess it worked out well for both of us, then."

He set his glass down on the coffee table in front of them, and in one swift movement, Henry's hand cupped her face and his lips were on hers.

The kiss was quick, but passionate. He pulled away to see her reaction, expecting nothing less than a slap across the face. The look in her eyes was indistinguishable. He couldn't decide whether it was a "what the hell?" look, or an "oh, my God" look.

Making the decision not to care, and knowing that he'd blown it already, he closed his eyes and dove in once again. this time, he knew, Teddy was definitely kissing him back.

Henry slid his tongue along her lower lip, begging for entrance. To his surprise, Teddy's lips parted. When their tongues collided, a sort of whimper escaped her mouth. He deepened the kiss even further. Her fingers found his soft, short hair.

His fingers found the hem of his long sleeved t-shirt, but before he could pull it over his head, she broke the kiss.

"What are we doing, Henry?"

"You're more than just a friend to me."

"This is wrong."

He ran his thumb along her lip, "How can it be wrong when it feels so right?"

She leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on his mouth.

In seconds they were stumbling down the hallway, toward his bedroom. Everything was smiles and laughing. He knew he'd have a hickey on his neck the next morning. She knew she'd never find where he'd tossed her pants.

A/N: I hope it was worth the wait. Please review!