AN: It's a short update, but let's be honest people... I'm a sucky updater so any update is awesome. lol. Hope you like it and please review.

Over the next few weeks Addison and Callie put into action Mission Hell. The sole purpose: to make George and Izzie's lives a living hell for as long as possible before Mark was actually forced to intervene. On Addison's first day back she and Callie made sure that at least one of them was in the room with Izzie at all times. This caused the younger woman to erupt into nervous fidgeting that ended with her screwing up in a surgery. Addison screamed at her for twenty minutes straight in front of her own interns before sending her away with a look of disgust on her face. This continued for two weeks before Izzie finally broke down and went to Mark. George, however, had every piece of clothing he owned thrown out the hotel window. This, coupled with the physical and psychological intimidation he received, caused him to flinch every time he saw Addison and flinch every time Callie's name was even mentioned.

Three weeks after Mission Hell had gone into affect, Mark called both Addison and Callie into his office. He tried to hide his amused grin but failed miserably.

"Look, I know that the little bastard deserves it," Mark said as Addison and Callie lounged on his leather couches, "but I can't allow this revenge plot to continue any longer."

"He came begging for clemency, didn't he?" Callie asked, rubbing her hands together gleefully. "I knew he'd break. That little turd."

"Actually, Alex forced him to come," Mark told her. "Apparently Karev caught him having a panic attack in one of the supply closets and, although he told me he was extremely amused, felt that it was not in the best interest of our patients for this type of behavior to continue. I agree with him."

"But-"

Mark put up a hand to silence Callie. "Within the grounds of this hospital I cannot permit the physical or mental intimidation of any of my staff. It's unprofessional and dangerous. However, I only have jurisdiction on hospital property. Whatever you do in your free time is up to you. Is that understood?"

Addison glanced at Callie and nodded. "Sure is."

"Good," Mark said as he leaned back in his chair.

"Is there anything else?" Callie asked, and moved to stand.

"There is one more thing." Mark clicked his tongue. "The hospital benefit is coming up and I need both of you to head up the committee. I know it's just added stress but I honestly have no idea what the hell I'm doing."

"So you want us to plan and execute the entire event?" Addison asked. "When is it?"

Mark bit his lip and chuckled nervously. "Well... You see-"

"Mark..." Addison warned.

"Two weeks," Mark told her. "But, I have talked to the Archfield and reserved the ballroom so we've got the venue already."

Callie blinked. "So we only have another three thousand things to do?"

"Nice Mark," Addison said, rolling her eyes just as Callie muttered, "I need a drink."

"What can I get for my favorite Mommy-to-be?" Joe asked as Addison, Callie, and Mark took a seat at the bar.

"Shirley Temple," Addison answered with a grin. "Straight up."

"One Shirley Temple coming up." Joe smiled at her and looked at Mark and Callie. "Double Scotch and a margarita? Hold the mix?"

"Oh Joe," Callie said as Joe placed her drink in front of her a few minutes later. She wiggled happily in her chair. "You know that I love you, right?"

"Never doubted it for a second," Joe told her and wandered to the other side of the bar to tend to some customers.

For the next hour or so the three of them sat around the bar talking about plans for the benefit. It was just after Addison and Callie had agreed that the color scheme would black and silver that their favorite group of residents. Callie grinned as George jumped and Izzie hid behind Meredith at the sight of her.

"So I was thinking," Callie said slowly as she turned back to Addison and Mark. "Now that you're pregnant and happy with our Chief here, I should go after Karev."

"What?" Addison asked, nearly choking on her Shirley Temple.

"Who better to piss off George?" Callie said simply.

"I don't think-"

"You wouldn't be jealous," Mark said, eyeing the mother of his son. "Would you?"

Addison pursed her lips and then shook her head. "Nope, not at all. I don't need to have eye sex with an inter... Er, resident anymore. I've moved on to bigger and better things."

"You don't have to stop having eye sex with him," Callie told her and patted her shoulder. "I'd be okay with that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Wait, what?" Mark asked and threw his arms up in the air. "No. No eye sex with the residents."

"Fine," Addison said and dropped her head on Mark's shoulder. She waived Callie in Alex's general direction. "Now go talk to him."

Five minutes later Callie waltzed back up to them, grabbed her coat, and said, "So we're going back to my place for a night cap. George nearly feinted."

Addison's jaw dropped. "Nice job."

"So did Callie do the dirty-dirty with Karev last night?" Mark asked as he and Addison drove to the hospital the next morning.

"No," Addison told him as she looked away from the window. "But I guess they decided to fo to the benefit together."

"Yeah?" Mark raised his eyebrows. "She moved on fast."

"She hasn't moved on," Addison said. "She's just trying to prove that she doesn't need George to live her life."

"Is she trying to prove that to George or to herself?" Mark asked.

"My, aren't we insightful this morning," Addison asked, grinning. She chuckled and resumed staring out the window. After a few moments she frowned. "Mark, you missed the turn."

"No I didn't," Mark said.

Addison eyed him suspiciously. "Mark, what are you up to?"

"Nothing," he said innocently and flashed her a smile. "Nothing at all."

"Where are we going?" Addison asked as they left the city.

"Addison, sit back and relax. We'll be there in ten minutes."

Addison shrugged and sat back in her seat. Ten minutes later they pulled into a small coldesac surrounded by a deep forest of trees and turned right onto a long driveway. Addison's eyes grew wide as a large log cabin came into view. She looked at Mark, questioningly. "Mark?"

"I don't want our child growing up in a hotel," Mark said. He cocked his head thoughtfully. "Although I would have been all over that when I was a kid." Shaking his head, he continued, "So I thought he could grow up here instead. Welcome home Ad."

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