So this chapter is all Kimber all the time. I'm serious. Kimber, for those that forget, is Addisons friend from New York. They were roommate's in college. And just in case you miss the hints, she is a director of sorts, she is kind of a slut and she never sleeps.

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"Mark Sloan has been calling my cell all night."

"Kimber," Addison smiled, her first smile in days.

"Did I wake you?"

"I was getting up anyway," Addison reached over and flipped the switch on her alarm clock so it wouldn't wake the house when it went off at 5, "Why are you up?"

"It's not even 2 yet. The night is young. Plus I have at least 5 more hours of stress and coffee before I can even think about sleep. And to make my night even better, Mark Sloan called me 14 times before I got curious enough to answer."

"I'm sorry Kim."

"You know how I feel about Mark Sloan."

"I believe your exact words were 'multi-orgasmic'."

"Well I didn't expect you to take that as a recommendation," Kimber shot back.

Addison chuckled in spite of herself.

"So what mess have you gotten yourself into this time?"

"It's a long story."

"Colesnote it for me. Hold on..." Addison smiled as Kimber started yelling at people, "What the hell is that? Get that piece of shit off my stage. How hard is it to find a tree? A goddamn tree. Christ. There are trees everywhere. Something to do with providing oxygen en mass. Those nature freaks are always planting trees. Go cut me a bunch. Don't look at me that way. I know that they will die. Cut it down. Bring it back and recreate it with all those paints and blocks of wood that are cluttering up my backstage. GO!" Addison stifled a laugh as Kimber returned to the line, "I hate thespians."

"You hate people."

"Technicalities." Kimber stated, "So what happened? Post-divorce sex-fest turn sour?"

"In a matter of speaking."

"Do you know what play I am working on right now?" Kimber said thoughtfully, "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest."

Addison laughed, "You are not lobotomizing my husband."

"Ex-husband," Kimber corrected pointedly.

"Right."

"And I could if you wanted. I did research. I'll carve Meredith Grey right out of there."

"It's not really Meredith, Kim."

"No?"

"No," Addison paused, "I told him to go work things out with her..."

"Why the f..." Kimber paused, " Christ, Add," she breathed, "I'll be there by lunch."

Addison sighed, "I love you, but there is no way you can get here by lunch time."

"Please. Give me some credit, I did not sleep to the top of this city for nothing. I must have faked it for someone with a private jet."

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"Addison Shepherd?"

Izzie glanced up. Black. Allot of black, "She's with a patient, she should be down in a moment."

The woman in black nodded, then smirked, "Isobel right? You have that whole," she made a huge sweeping gesture, "Damsel in distress thing happening. I like it. It works. The curls are a nice touch. We should have a chat later, just us."

Izzie furrowed her brow, "Do I know you."

"Not yet."

The two women stared at each other.

Izzie narrowed her eyes suspiciously, "Kimber?"

She smiled, "In the flesh," Kimber adjusted her sunglasses, an interesting choice considering it was raining and they were indoors, "Tell Addison I'll be scooping out the cast."

Izzie stared in confusion as Kimber swept away.

"Who is that?" Meredith questioned, appearing at Izzie's side.

"You don't want to know."

"I think I do, she is staring at me," she paused, "And waving. Am I suppose to know her?"

"No. But I'll bet you anything she knows exactly who you are."

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"So what's the damage?" Kimber sat across from Addison in the hospital cafeteria. She had exchanged the sunglasses for 3 cups of black coffee, and was still being stared at.

"Don't know."

She raised her eyebrow.

"I don't."

"So we are just dealing with basic damage control? Uncertainty with a side of heartbreak and mental instability. Perfect."

Addison smirked, "Usually this is the other way around."

Kimber took a large gulp of coffee and shook her head, "No. I specialize in box-office disasters followed by booze, married men and bouts of depression. The mental instability is inbred and the heartbreak only happens to the wives."

"I'm sorry, my mistake."

"It could happen to anyone." Kimber winked, a sign of affection bestowed on very few, "Now. Could we try clearing up one of your symptoms, my vote being with the uncertainty."

Addison shook her head, "Just you being here has done wonders for my mental instability, Let's just keep working on that."

"You have to deal with the rest eventually Add."

Addison didn't reply.

"Fine. But later we are getting to the bottom of this." Kimber smiled, "So tell me about the 'boys on the side'.

"Gone."

"All of them?"

"All of them."

"Even Andrew? I liked Andrew. Very Bogart."

Addison shrugged.

"So your telling me that the 'Serotonine Junky' of New York is completely unattached."

"Strictly speaking."

"Then I guess Hell has finally achieved a climate akin to the Arctic." she smirked, "And me without my mittens."

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"Derek Shepherd. I have a bone to pick with you."

"Kimber?"

"How come Addison is allowed to sleep with Mark but I'm not allowed too...:

"Don't even finish that sentence."

"I am just saying Derek. Best friend for best friend..."

"Unless you have a point I am hanging up."

"Of course I have a point. Do you think I am calling you just to lament over my wounded ego, to cry over the fact that you don't find me desirable. Is it long hair? Does it not suit my face?"

"Kimber!"

"What the hell did you do to my Addison? I let you take her to Seattle and you break her. Can't I trust you to take care of my things Derek? I ask you to do one little thing Derek. One thing. Keep her in one piece. That is all I asked you to do. I never should have let you marry her."

"I didn't break her!"

"Well I am looking at her and she is definitely not in the condition that I gave her to you in."

Derek was silent a beat, "Your in Seattle?"

"Yes I am in Seattle. Mark Sloan called me. He risked castration with a rusty spoon to call me and tell me that you broke my prized possession."

"Mark called you?"

"Yes Mark called me. Does that give you an indication as to the severity of the situation?"

"She was fine when I left."

Kimber stared at the phone a moment, then slammed it repeatedly on the nearest table, "She's not fine now."

"I didn't do anything."

"Of course you did Derek. You've always done something."

"Not this time. She's the one that ended it. So..."

"Derek! Does it really matter who's fault it is? I put you in charge of taking care of her and you failed. Fix it, or I am taking her back."

"She's a grown woman..."

"Fix it or I am taking her back. That was the deal, you keep her safe and take care of her, you can keep her. Otherwise, I take her back."

"She is not a thing Kimber, she is a human being."

"Exactly. You would never treat your things like you have treated her. Fix it."

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"Addison, love, what is going on?"

Addison hit delete on the machine and skipped ahead to the next message.

"I'm assuming that you deleted the first message without listening to it so I am going through the whole thing again."

Kimber smirked. Addison grudgingly smiled and joined her friend on the couch to listen to the message.

"I just talked to Kimber and she basically just verbally kicked my ass for not treating you right. And I probably deserved it,"

Addison grinned.

"But babe, I'm worried about you. I don't know what happened, or why you are so sad, but it scares me to death that Kimber's there. I'm terrified that whatever it is that is going on is so bad that Mark called her. I'm scared for you Addy. You have to tell me what is happening. You have to tell me what is wrong so that I can make it right."

Addison stared up at the ceiling, blinking back tears.

"It's killing me Add. I just want to get on a plane and fly back to Seattle. I need to see you, talk to you. I can't... let go. I can't move on. I can't."

Derek paused.

"I need to know why you walked away. It's been eating me alive, and I know it's not what you want. I know it's hurting you too. I know that you must have a reason for... but just give me a chance to prove to you that your reason is rediculous. And maybe the reasong you are... not yourself, has nothing to do with me, or us, but I still want tofic it. Please Addison. Just call me at the hotel. I don't care what the time. I haven't really slept since the last time we talked and you... ended it. I actually..." Derek chuckled, "I never dream, but ..."

BEEP! The machine cut off.

Kimber groaned, "Oh for Christ Sakes, I thought machines only cut off like that in the movies."

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Hello lonely

How you doin' today?

Hello sweet thing

Why don't you walk this way?

So why're you sad?

Don't you know that

It's you that holds my dreams and seems to always come back?

How do I live without you?

How could you walk away from this, just walk away from this again?

How do I live without you?

How could you walk away from this, just walk away from this?

Hello lonely

Now that you're gone I can move on

Goodbye sweet thing

Just know that I've been here all along

So why're you sad?

Don't you know that

It's you who holds my dreams and seems to always come back?

How do I live without you?

How could you walk away from this, just walk away from this again

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I am getting Kimber her own spin off. I am calling Shonda in the morning. She is like... okay, well I like her more then Poppy Cunningham, Astrid and Truman combined. And I think that she is omnipotent. She knows EVERYTHING. Addison has barely said anything to her so far and she just KNOWS.

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