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Chapter 7-Paranoid?

The elevator door slid open and they walked out. The ride up to the 15th floor had been long and silent, as both of them contemplated what was going to happen next. Alex looked down the hall; it was the longest he had ever seen in his life. He guessed that their room, being 1599, was the last one at the other end. He started walking, with Addison at his side.

Half-way through to their room, they ran into Callie, who seemed in a hurry to leave. She hadn't even noticed them as she was dashing through the hall. Addison grabbed her arm to stop her.

'Callie, what's going on?' she asked, somewhat concerned due to her weird behavior.

'Oh hey! Hadn't even seen you there! Everyone's decided to take a nap before meeting downstairs for dinner,' she stated.

'Ok, so where then, are you going off to in such a hurry?' she said slowly.

'Stevens hates me. And I'm not going to be in a room with her any longer that I have to. I'm heading to the bar. I'm in serious need of alcohol right now. Care to join me?'

'Um, thanks for the offer, but I think I'm going to try and sleep a little too,' she smiled slightly. 'Take an easy on the drinks okay?' she added softly.

'Oh don't worry. I just need to relax a bit. See you at diner?' she smiled back.

'Yeah, sure.'

Callie ran the remainder of the hall into the elevator and disappeared behind the doors. Addison and Alex exchanged amused glances. They finally made to their room, which seemed to be at the other end of the universe, and put in the key. Alex opened the door and bowed slightly inviting her in.

'Ladies first.' It made her smile, which in turn made him smile.

She walked in the room, Alex closely behind. She gasped softly at the sight. It was beautiful…not to mention enormous. In the left corner was a little kitchen area with a tiny stove and a little fridge. On their right side, right at the entrance, was the door to a huge bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub big enough to fit five. Everything, from the taps to the toilet, was golden. There was a small living area with two comfortable looking chairs and a pink loveseat. But the main attraction of the room was a very large heart-shaped bed, covered in smaller heart-shaped pillows. This was without a doubt, the Honeymoon Suite.

Addison smiled a little but soon felt her eyes prickle with tears. She tried to hold them back but only half succeeded. One tear rolled down her cheek solemnly. She tried to turn away a little from Alex so he wouldn't see. She didn't want to ruin this trip by being all sentimental. Alex noticed however, and his face immediately grew worried.

'Addison, what's wrong?' he asked concerned. She laughed bitterly and the rest of her tears fell.

'Nothing, it's really nothing. Only, it's something. It's a little something but it's really big to me and I hate that it's something to me because really it should be nothing.' She was rambling and Alex looked increasingly confused.

'Addison. Breathe. What is it?' he asked gently placing himself right in front of her. She was avoiding his eyes.

Addison let out a shaky breath and finally built up the courage to look up. She laughed again, which only worried Alex more.

'I'm not crazy. Don't worry. It's just…This room. It's perfect. It's beautiful. It…it looks a lot like the room Derek and I shared on our honeymoon. It just brings back memories and I don't know…it just…hurts.' She finished and looked down again because the tenderness in Alex's eyes scared her.

'Addison. It's okay. I can go down and ask them for another room and-'

'No,' she said quickly, 'I mean, thank you. But it's fine. I'm just emotional I guess. Women, you know.' She smiled forcefully.

'It's okay to be emotional.'

'Thank you.'

Alex looked at her and couldn't help noticing how much she looked like a lost child at this very moment. Her cheeks were a light rosy color from crying and Alex wanted to take it all away. Take away the pain, the tears, the emptiness. He slowly wrapped his arms around her shoulders and held her tightly. She seemed shocked for a second but then wrapped her arms around his waist, melting into him. He sighed while smelling her shampoo again. She let go a minute later and he wanted nothing more than to hold her back. He wanted to have her stay in his arms forever. He let go reluctantly knowing that this was more of a friendly hug as opposed to a romantic one.

Addison sniffled a little a looked up at him smiling. She had felt horrible about breaking down in front of Alex a second before but as soon as he had wrapped his arms around her, she had forgotten everything except his touch. The warmth that had spread through her body was almost too much. She felt an overwhelming sensation in her heart but knew she had to let go. He had hugged her to comfort her. That was it. Or at least that's what she told herself. It was easier that way than to think he had done it for other reasons. Because if she started to think about other reasons, she would get her hopes up, and she didn't want to get her hopes up until she had concrete proof that there could be something between them.

'Thanks. I…needed that,' she said quietly. He simply nodded.

With that, they turned away in opposite directions, trying to cut the tension that was in the air. Alex went to the bathroom. He stayed longer than he regularly would have, distracted by the beauty of it all. He had never been in such a glorious bathroom. He hadn't been a rich kid and he wasn't a rich adult. He stayed in a little apartment that had only the necessary. This was insane. This bathroom was the bigger than his kitchen. Suddenly, he realized that Addison would probably be wondering what on earth was taking him so long in the bathroom.

He reentered the room expecting to see her unpacking but instead, he saw that she had fallen asleep on the heart-shaped bed. He smiled to himself as he admired her beauty. Wow. This was really happening. He was sharing a room with Addison Montgomery. He slowly took off her heels. How she walked in those things all day, he couldn't imagine. He found an extra blanket in the enormous walk-in-closet and gently placed it upon her so she wouldn't be cold. He lay down next to her, but not too close. He didn't want her to wake up and freak out. Like that time he fell asleep drunk in college at a party, and woke up with a girl very close to him. He had panicked thinking they had slept together only to find out that she too had passed out next to him. His mind wandered back to his college days as he slowly fell asleep next to the redheaded beauty.

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A few doors down the hall, Cristina and George were already bickering about something. Thank God the walls had been well insulated; otherwise, others would have heard the insane things the two were yelling at each other. George thought that maybe it wasn't such a good thing that they couldn't be heard, because if Cristina was to murder him right now, no one would hear his screams.

'I want this bed!' she yelled pointing to the on the left.

'Why do you get to pick first?' he yelled back with the same force.

'Fine. You want to be a baby George? Be a baby! Pick!' she said in a baby voice, pouting a little to reinforce her point.

'Thank you! I want the one on the right,' he said strongly. Cristina almost looked like her head was going to pop.

'Why were you arguing with me then!? You didn't even want the bed I chose!' she was furious. The anger in her eyes was evident.

'To prove a point!' he answered, faltering under her piercing glare.

'You know what? I'm not even going to say anything. Try not to make noise while I sleep.' She turned around and collapsed on her bed.

George was seething. He could have strangled her. He was suddenly glad that the walls were thick, because if someone was going to be murdered, it would be her. He whipped around and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him to make noise. He stomped his way down the hall trying to calm down. He disappeared behind the elevator doors.

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Izzie awoke at the sound of stomping. She jumped up and ran to the door, opening it. She looked up and down the hall for the source of the racket but it was gone. She was about to return to her room when she heard another door opening a few feet away. She turned her head to see none other than Mark Sloan in the same position as her, trying to locate what had produced to infernal noise he had heard minutes before.

'What was that?' he asked seeming in a daze. Izzie could tell it had woken him also because his hair was ruffled and his eyes were bloodshot. He didn't look quite so polished anymore.

'I don't know,' she replied truthfully. 'It woke me up thought.'

'Yeah, me too. But not Derek. The guy can sleep through earthquakes,' he said smiling a little.

'Yeah,' she laughed a little, 'Anyways, I think I'll go enjoy my time alone before dinner.'

'Wait, where's Callie?' he asked curiously and she could she a glint in his eye.

'She's gone somewhere else. I don't know where…It's not like I care,' she said indifferently.

'So you're all alone in that room with no one to keep you company?' he asked grinning devilishly.

'No. I seduced one of the hotel guys. He's waiting for me in the tub. I have to go. I don't want to keep him waiting.' She gave him her own grin and turned back into her room swinging her hips seductively. He laughed and shook his head, but then he stopped. What if she was serious? No, she couldn't be serious. Could she? He turned back into his room wondering how Izzie Stevens had gotten him all worked up.

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Callie took another sip of her drink. Earlier this morning, she had thought that this trip was a pretty good idea and that it was good that they were going to sort of things between each other. Now however, she would rather have all her bones broken, and doing what she did, she knew how much it hurt being, than have to sort things out with Isobel Stevens. She was just about to go looking for George when he came up behind her muttering incoherently.

'George, what's wrong?' she asked concerned about her husband.

'Cristina is a pain in the ass!' he yelled the last part making her jump a little.

'Stevens hates me,' she said as a response to his exclamation. They looked at each other understandingly. George beckoned the waiter to come over and he ordered another drink for Callie and one for himself.

'This sucks,' he mumbled.

'Yeah.'

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Addison opened her eyes quickly. She had been having a horrible nightmare in which her and her coworkers were on a trip to the Bahamas to work out their differ-wait. That was really happening. She turned over to her other side only to come face to face with Alex. She was confused. She didn't remember them going to sleep together. No. She had fallen asleep on the bed while he was in the bathroom. She looked down at herself and saw the blanket that covered her perfectly. She smiled at how sweet it was of him to have thought of her. He had even removed her shoes. They had been killing her all day. Why she had brought them here, she didn't know. She looked at her watch. 5:45. They were meeting downstairs for supper in fifteen minutes. She decided to touch up her makeup. Or maybe start over. She was pretty sure the crying had left her looking horrible.

Alex awoke a few minutes later at the sound of the toilet flushing. He looked around at the clock on the bedside table. They would have to get going soon to meet everyone for dinner.

Addison walked out of the bathroom and saw Alex standing there, looking lost. She smiled at him and he reciprocated.

'Ready to go?' she asked still smiling.

'Why wouldn't I be?' he responded lightly.

'I don't know why, but I get the feeling that Richard has something planned…I might just be paranoid. We'll see!' she said to which he nodded.

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Alex took the keys and Addison grabbed her purse. They left the hotel room and started walking towards the elevator. They had no idea that Addison was not being paranoid at all. Richard had indeed planned something.