A little while later, they both lie panting on the desk. Derek's shirt is off and his hair is all messed up, while Meredith's scrubs lie in a messy pile on the floor, leaving her in nothing but her bra and underwear. As they both try and catch their breath, Meredith giggles imagining what they must look like, sprawled out on the desk. All of a sudden, they hear a knock on the door, followed by the sound of the doorknob turning.
MER: looks at him in alarm You didn't lock the door?
DER: Apparently not!
MER: Crap!!
Meredith looks for somewhere to go, and coming up with nothing, she jumps under the desk. Derek flies down into chair, suppressing the urge to laugh as he quickly pulls his shirt on, running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to tidy it. Meredith manages to hastily stick her arm out, pulling her scrubs under the desk, just as the door opens to reveal….
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She can't see anything aside from Derek's legs from her position on the floor, so Meredith waits for who ever entered to speak. Unfortunately, she doesn't need to hear the person's voice, as she recognizes the all too familiar sound of expensive heels as they step briskly into the room.
DER: sighing Addison, what do you want?
Addison's eyes trail suspiciously over Derek, taking in his disheveled appearance.
ADDI: Oh, come on, that's no way to treat your ex-wife, now is it?
DER: exhausted Addison, please, just go.
At his harsh tone, her face falls, and her eyes start to water.
ADDI: sadly Derek…when did we become like this? Eleven years of history, and this is what we've been reduced to?
Oh here we go. Derek thought, preparing himself. She'd always known how to manipulate him just right, putting on the guilt trip and playing the victim.
Meredith really didn't want to be here to hear this. She tried to focus on an imperfection in the wood, attempting to block out the conversation that was going on around her. But the second Addison began speaking again, Meredith couldn't help but listen in.
ADDI: looking down sadly, laying it on thick I just came to see if you wanted to have lunch, there are still some matters that need to be discussed….the beach house in the Hamptons…I was hoping we could work through it all without the Lawyers…
DER: tone softening a little Look, now isn't a good time.
Addison puts her head down dejectedly and out of the corner of her eye she sees a small hand poking out from below his desk. Immediately she puts two and two together; Derek's disheveled appearance and what is most likely Meredith Grey, hiding under his desk. She closes her eyes for a second, and clenches her teeth. She's suddenly struck with an idea, and tries her best not to smile.
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Meredith shifts uncomfortably under the desk, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole, if only to remove her from this situation. She prayed Addison would leave, but her prayers went unanswered. She hears Addison moving closer and closer to the desk.
Addison, ignoring Derek's second attempt to get her to leave, walks further into the room, and sits down at the chair in front of his desk. Her eyes travel slowly over the bare surface of the wood, and she sees the papers and stationary scattered around the floor. Her stomach lurches and she feels sick at the thought of what she must have just interrupted. It hadn't even been more than four days since she'd signed the papers, and already the rumors about Derek and Meredith's heated relationship were spreading through the hospital like wild fire. She hated admitting to herself how much it hurt her; how easily he had moved on. Deep down, she knew it wasn't Meredith's fault. But still, she couldn't help feeling bitter, resenting Meredith for pleasing Derek in ways she couldn't. For making him truly happy, something she hadn't done since long before Mark ever came into the picture.
DER: Addison. I said this wasn't a good time, if it's that important you can come back later.
She leans forward on the desk, and looks sorrowfully into his eyes, trying to play him.
ADDI: So this is it then? We can't even hold a civilized conversation? You're going to throw away eleven good years just like that?
DER: You know perfectly well that they were hardly eleven good years Addison…Now please just –
She feels a tear roll down her cheek, and watches as his expression softens a little more.
ADDI: Derek it wasn't all that bad, was it?
She looks thoughtfully at the ceiling and pauses for effect before continuing.
ADDI: I remember the day you proposed to me as though it was yesterday. looks down, then back up We were on holiday in the Hamptons. I remember every obscure detail of that day, right down to the way we made love on the sand. That day you said you wanted to buy a beach house out there, a place we could escape to together any time we felt the urge. We held each other under the sun, and you told me you'd love me forever.
Meredith cringed under the desk. Well, this is fun! She thought sarcastically.
Derek looked sympathetically towards Addison, she really did seem genuinely upset. But then he felt Meredith's body flinch at his legs. This has gone on long enough. He thought angrily.
DER: Addison, what do you want from me?
ADDI: I just want to know what went so wrong Derek? We were in counseling, we were making it work. Then Code Black happened, and next thing I know you're shoving divorce papers in my face, and running back to your dirty little nistress?
Derek starts to react but Addison raises her voice.
Here goes nothing, Addison thinks spitefully, hearing the lie tumble out of her mouth without a second thought.