Alex Karev frowned----It wasn't the first time and it certainly wouldn't be the last—and threw the contents of a home pregnancy test into the garbage can in his tiny bathroom, along with other garbage that had gathered. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and narrowed his dark brown eyes at himself.

"You must be crazy, fella." He mumbled as he looked down at his naked torso, which accept for dark blue boxers, was bare, and looked at the jagged scratches that Addison had left there the last time they had been together. Just thinking about her made him angry.

He glanced down at the test in the garbage and silently cursed himself for falling for a woman who was having someone else's baby—and not just anyone—Dr. McDreamy himself—the biggest jerk on the planet and certainly not someone who deserved to be having a baby with a goddess like Addison. The guy had no brains whatsoever to throw away a marriage with someone like her for a woman he barely knew.

Okay, so he knew Meredith Grey; He liked her, he worked with her and he knew that she had good points—but to throw away a twelve year marriage for great sex with a blond waif? It just didn't make sense. And Addison was having a baby. A baby. It wasn't like they had bought a dog together—no, that was his and Meredith's thing—it was a friggin kid.

The damn test had been sitting on the sink for at least four weeks and neither he or Addison had bothered to throw it away. Well, it wasn't like she was even in his apartment long enough to do anything but take him to bed. A quick roll in the hay, no cuddling after, no soft spoken words of love. Just hot, passionate sex and then sayonara baby, I got to go.

And he hated it.

Why? Because it was the unspoken thing between them—or more accurately—between her and no one else. They didn't really talk about her pregnancy or anything remotely personal—rather, when he asked, she shut down almost completely and it made him angry.

He grabbed some cleaner from underneath the sink and sank down on his knees to scrub the tub. He sprayed the chemical repeatedly until almost every inch of the old claw foot tub was covered and then proceeded to scrub as hard as he could. Not many people knew that when he was angry or upset he cleaned damn near everything he could get his hands on.

As most men went, he was run of the mill; He drank too much beer, watched more than the occasional adult movie, was afraid of commitment and avoided it at all costs and he kept his inner most feelings to himself—that was until Addison Montgomery Shepherd had taken an interest in him. With her it was different. She was the one who refused to commit, to talk about her personal life outside of sleeping with him. She refused to be bullied into going public with their relationship—if you could even call it that—and it was driving him nuts.

The portable phone rang from on top of the toilet where he had placed it. On the third ring he turned around and grabbed it.

"Ya?" He snarled, not really interested in talking to anyone at that moment. "Whadda want?"

"Alex?" Came a high pitched female voice—not the female voice he wanted to hear.

He sighed and rubbed his hand over his chin. "Ya?" He answered briskly.

"I called you last night."

"I was busy." He lied. "Sorry." Not really remembering who he was talking to. He had a reputation with a lot of women and sometimes they called him weeks later–sometimes days after. He scratched the top of his head in confusion.

He could hear her pout on the line, a short huffy sound. "I waited for you at Joe's."

"Uh—sorry?"

"You—me—the alley behind the bar? Ring any bells?" She asked dryly.

Recognition flowed through his brain. Missy. Tall, blond, stacked. He'd taken her home about two months before and they had a wild night together—on the couch, the bathroom sink, the table in the hallway and finally, the bed. He'd run into her on the street a few days ago and made plans to meet at the bar—He'd never intended to actually show up. He could hardly think about boning anyone else when he'd had the best sex of his life with Addison—and if he'd had it his way he'd never have it with anyone else ever again.

"...and I thought that we might actually go on a date this time..." She was saying.

Wait—he thought, as he listened to Missy babble incessantly on the line—Was it possible that he was ready for something more? Was he, Alex Karev, actually contemplating a real relationship with one woman? She'd never go for it. She didn't even want any one to know that they were sleeping together. Oh hell, she would never listen to what he had to say...or would she? The very thought sent shivers down his spine and sent his stomach into over-drive. Maybe she didn't realize how much he had started to care for her—that he actually envisioned the three of them doing things together like walks in the park or days at the beach----now he knew he was losing it. He didn't fall like that! He would never consider being with someone who had a kid by some other dude...or would he?

"I'm sorry Missy." He apologized as humbly as he could manage. "I got called in. An emergency thing—" he lied. He walked out of the bathroom and into his bedroom as she kept talking—and he kept thinking.

"...aren't you listening to me? I thought we were gonna go out on a real date this time, Alex!"

"I can't." He said, as he grabbed a pair of jeans, and pressing the phone between his ear and shoulder, hauled the jeans over his hips. "I just started seeing someone."

"What?"

"I'm sorry. I'm seeing someone now and I can't take you out."

"Since when?"

"Since—" He shook his head. "Since a while now. What's it matter?" He grabbed a clean t-shirt out of his dresser and tossed it on the bed.

"You're a first class jerk!" Was the last thing she said before disconnecting the call.

"Tell me something I don't already know." He responded to the, now, dead line. He dropped the phone onto the unmade bed and pulled the shirt on over his head.

With that, he grabbed his keys, jammed on a pair of flip-flops and proceeded out the door.

He was going to see Addison.

And this time she was going to listen.