A/N : Remember Kate on The Ellen DeGeneres show? Remember the jailhouse? Spooning? Hmm...ok well if you don't you really have to watch it. Anyway, this is a request from Kendel, and I wrote it (because she asked nicely. mwahahah)

March 1990

It was cold. It was freezing. But it was going to be freezing cold in a few moment's time for Derek and Addison.

Not long after, the both of them were led through the whole row of cells and then shut up in the one right at the end, standing there staring after the guards as they exit. The cell was empty. Addison slumped down onto the hard bed and buried her face in her hands while Derek paced around the cell nervously.

"It's all your fault." she mumbled, shaking her head and glared up at her boyfriend.

"I didn't drive the car!" Derek defended himself.

"Well it was your idea that we should come out to Chicago and we did. If we didn't we wouldn't have knocked over that hobo and killed him." Addison pointed out, drawing in a deep breath to stop her voice from shaking. They killed a man. It was bad. Very bad. And they were what, 23? And they killed a man!

Derek didn't respond, instead, he ignored her and continued pacing, not in the mood for an argument. After a moment of silence, Addison's shoulders shook as she sobbed into her hands, the soft sobbings turned louder, catching Derek's attention. He rushed to her side, kneeling down in front of her and tilted her face up to look at her.

"I...I killed a man, Derek. It's...it's all my fault." she cried. Derek shifted his position next to her and embraced her in his arms, rocking her back and forth.

"Hey, hey... shhh..." he coaxed, reaching out to stroke her hair comfortingly. "It's not your fault. He just ran out." he whispered into her ear. "None of us could have seen him. It was an accident, Addie. An accident..."

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Hours have passed and none of the guards came to take them out. They ended up in the bed, lying on their sides curled up against each other. Derek held her hands in his, warming them up by rubbing it continuously.

"Don't they know it's March?" he cursed under his breathe, pulling Addison closed to his body. "You ok?" he asked as she shivered within his embrace. She nodded against his chest, looking up to him with a smile. She licked her dry lips and snuggled in closer, threading her cold fingers through Derek's hair.

Before either of them knew it, their lips were on each other and their hands were all over each other's bodies. Fingers that were cold now were warmed with all the action, slowly, the cold left them and it was replaced by the hot passion they had for each other.

An hour later, they both laid in the mess of clothes around them, arms still around each other as they panted heavily. Derek ran a hand through her hair and lifted her chin up, planting a soft kiss on her lips, almost starting the whole sexcapade once again if not for the loud twisting of the lock at the end of the hallway.

Addison and Derek scrambled to put their clothes on, just in time to be fully cloth when the guards reached their cell. The guard's face scrunched up with disgust when he found the both of them laying in each other's arms, already witnessing them racing to get dressed up from a distance.

"You're free to go. It was marked down as an accident." he said, showing the both of them the way out. "People and their raging hormones." he mumbled under his breathe as they walked pass. Hearing it, Derek turned around and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Well if you could be kind enough to provide a sweater or a thermos for people in here, then maybe you would save your eyes from seeing things you don't want to see."