A/N : Another fic that was made in my absence. These people rock, I tell you. :P I come home to many many squees. It's heaven. This is by Michelle (MichelleR)!
Derek looked around the slightly busy hallway, having nothing to do for another hour until he had to get ready for surgery that included his wife. He knew that it was going to be complicated, so he expected to be lazy for the next hour and hope that his anticipation wouldn't get too high.
The beeping sound from his pager took him from his people watching, and he grabbed the little device.
ONE MINUTE. GALLERY.
As if his wife was shouting at him, Derek looked around and then calmly started down the hallway, before reaching the stairs and going to a full sprint. He took the steps three or four at a time, and made it up to the operating room floor in less than twenty seconds. He made a new version of power walking over to the operating room where the surgery was going to take place, then headed up to the gallery door, noticing the 'Gallery Closed Until Surgery' sign placed neatly on the wood. He just about ripped the door as he opened it, seeing Addison sitting down and looking into the operating room.
"I think you have a new record there, Derek," She said casually, still looking at the room before standing up and meeting his gaze.
He smirked, stepping towards her. "What if I didn't meet the challenge?" He asked as he stopped right in front of her, placing both of his hands on her hips.
"Then," Her smirk matched his. "You'd have to wait. But since you made it here..." She pushed him down onto a chair, moving between his legs and straddling him, making her skirt hike up.
"Dear God," He groaned at the contact, taking her lips into his as she undid the drawstring on his scrubs and pulled the pants down. "You came prepared."
"I'm the chief, sweetheart."