A/N : Once again, thank you all for your wonderful reviews. So here's the new chapter. Enjoy!
Derek Shepherd, changed out from his scrubs, took yet another look at his watch. It was about time his 'surgery' ended. Not long before, Addison had informed him that she will be staying overnight at the hospital to do paperworks, and go through her patients' charts. Derek didn't mind anyway, in fact, he was relieved. He needed time to think, his mind was still processing, wondering why he had chosen Addison when she gave him a way out after she cheated on Mark, and wondering who can the 'someone else' Meredith is seeing be. He hadn't figured out, but he will, soon. It's just curiosity. He had told himself each time when he wondered why he was so interested in finding out who had won a place in his ex-girlfriend's heart. His ex-girlfriend that shouldn't have been his girlfriend in the first place. Derek stood up from the chair and headed out to the elevator.
Derek tapped his fingers against the metal bar behind him as he waited for it to descend, bringing him down to the first level. The familiar ring of the elevator indicated that he had arrived. The metal doors opened as Derek lifted his gaze off the ground, only to be greeted by the familiar redhead walking towards the elevator with her head buried into the chart.
Darn. he thought, bracing himself as he exited the elevator. As they neared, she looked up, a smile spread across her face as their eyes meet.
"Hey." she said, stopping in front of Derek.
"Hey!" he returned the greeting, shoving a hand through his hair as she stood in front of him, the hospital lab coat still drapped around her shoulders.
"So, how did the surgery go?" she asked, turning to face the same direction as he is and started walking him to the exit.
"It went well." he said.
"Really?" she pushed on. But before Derek could say anything, Addison stood in front of him with a hand on her hip.
"You didn't have surgery in the evening, Derek." she said flatly.
"Are you saying that I'm lying?" he tried to cover up, taking a step aside to try and walk away. But Addison shifted her position, blocking his way again.
"Yes. Your name wasn't on the OR board." she revealed. Derek looked down, knowing that there is nothing he can say to cover up now. It was of no use anyway, after 11 years together, there was nothing he could hide from Addison.
"Why, Derek?" she asked calmly. This time, Derek drew in a deep breathe and turned to his wife. "I..I just need some time alone to think, Addie." he said, then took a step away from her and walked out of the hospital. This time, Addison did not stop him.
"Fine." she said softly, turning around to watch him go. "And you couldn't even tell me the truth."
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From the catwalk, Meredith looked down to the exit and saw her friends leaving, laughing and joking away with each other as they headed toward their cars. She smiled at the sight, then waited a little longer. This time, her resident, Miranda Bailey, walked out of the hospital exit, greeted by her husband and her son. They stood by the exit for awhile, then hand in hand, headed off to the carpark. Alright, the coast is clear. she thought, pushing herself off the railing she was leaning on and headed to the locker room.
Her fellow internmates have witnessed Addison putting her on-call for the night, and Miranda Bailey probably didn't know about it. Meredith wasn't willing to risk bumping into her and having to come up with an explanation because obviously, she isn't on call. Miranda knows everything, she isn't called the Nazi just for the sake of it.
Meredith pushed open the locker room, spotting a few interns still inside, changing out of their scrubs. None of them that she know, but still, she headed towards her locker, opened it and started rammaging through her stuff aimlessly. She pulled out a book that she had left in her locker and shut the locker door, settling down on the bench cross-legged, pretending to read. When the last intern had left, Meredith shut her book and searched the locker room with her eyes, making sure that there is no one else left. Alright. she thought, a smile on her face. It's time.
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Addison had changed out from her scrubs, took a shower and blowed her hair dry, leaving it in gentle waves, the way it is naturally. While she was brushing her hair downwards, her pager beeped. Meredith. she thought with a smile as she checked for the caller. Then, after applying a coat of mascara and lipgloss, Addison headed out towards the interns' locker room.
She kept her expression professional, hoping that those that walked by her wouldn't suspect that she was up to something unusual. Derek had declined her suggestion to a dinner date with a lie, a lie that could be uncovered without even looking at the OR board. The OR board was just an evidence that she was right. And since he refused, Addison had asked Meredith instead, but in an indirect manner. She pushed open the door to the locker room and spot Meredith seated on the bench, still in her baby-blue scrubs.
"Hey!" Meredith grinned, looking up as the door opened. She stood up from the bench and headed straight towards Addison, planting a hot kiss on her lips. But instead of kissing back, Addison pulled away.
"What?" Meredith asked with a frown.
"What are you doing?" Addison hissed.
"Oh." Meredith realised, backing away. "We're not doing it here." she said.
"Of course we're not doing it here." Addison rolled her eyes. "What are you still doing in your scrubs?"
"Then what did you put me 'on-call' for?" Meredith asked, pulling her scrubs off to reveal a red, longsleeved top with a v-neck collar.
"I'm taking you out. Get changed." she instructed.
"But I stink." Meredith scrunched up her nose to emphasize. Addison shot her a look, only receiving a pout in response. She sighed, giving in.
"Alright, you know where the 'Flying Fish' is?" Addison asked, already have a bar picked out before hand.
Yea. Why?"
"Meet me there." Addison instructed, starting to head out of the locker room.
"Izzie took my car." Meredith revealed. Cursing mentally, Addison took a glance at the clock on the wall.
"Alright, you have twenty minutes. I'll be in my car." she said, then headed out of the locker room.
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Half an hour later, there was a knock on the window by the passenger seat. Addison looked up, greeted by a smiling blonde intern. She reached over, unlocking the door. Meredith pulled it open and slided in, shutting the door with a tight click.
"Nice." Meredith commented, running her fingers over the soft leather surface of the car's seat.
"You're late." Addison said, pretending to be annoyed.
"I bet you take more than an hour." Meredith said. Addison glance up to the review mirror and started backing her car out of the space. "Yea, I do." she admitted with a laugh.
"Do we have to go somewhere that far?" Meredith asked, pulling the seatbelt over her body. "You know the hospital staff only goes to Joe's"
"It's better not to take any risks, you know, just in case. Besides, I hear 'Flying Fish' is good. Picked it out from a magazine."
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The first thing both Meredith and Addison did as they entered the bar was to scan the entire area to check for people they know from the hospital. When they were confirmed that the coast is clear of hospital staff, they headed towards an empty table, settling down on the chairs.
"Nice. Very Manhattan." Meredith said with a grin. In return, Addison only laughed. She had seen a preview picture of the bar in the magazine and thought the same. It was a bar on on side of the restaurant while on the other, customers can choose to sit down and have a proper meal. A waitress came by, settling two menu booklets in front of them before walking away briefly.
"Order whatever you want, my treat." Addison offered. Meredith looked up from her menu and raised an eyebrow at the older woman. "Seriously?" she asked.
"Yep!" Addison confirmed with a smile.
Not long after, the same waitress came back.
"Are you ready to order?" she asked, and the both of them looked up at each other.
"Yea." they said in unison.
"Uhmm...a Grilled chicken fillet, with pasta salad." Meredith ordered. The waitress took down the order and tilted her head towards Addison.
"Lemon battered fish fillet with mixed greens." she said, then shutting her menu and handed it towards the waitress. The waitress repeated their orders to reconfirmed then looked up at the both of them. "Any drinks for you?"
"Martini." Addison said without hesitation.
Meredith took a moment to think before looking up at the waitress. "Same for me."
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"So, how's the chicken?" Addison asked, a knife slicing into her food, poking her fork through the tender piece of white flesh then brought it up into her mouth. Meredith nodded her head. "It's good, really good. How's the fish?"
"Better than I thought it would be." Addison admitted. "You know, I never thought they'd actually give such a large portion." she added, taking a sip from her drink as she chewed down the food.
"Funny. Me neither." she said, looking up to Addison. "You know what we could do?"
"What?"
"Exchange." she said, a grin spread across her face. Addison looked down at her half-eaten plate of food and then to Meredith's. "Seriously?"
"Yea, seriously. That way we wouldn't get bored of having the same taste over and over again until the food is finished." she said, picking up her glass for a sip. Addison leaned back, taking another sip from the martini.
"You know, if we're going to switch plates, it would look slightly weird, and not to mention, unglamourous." Addison pointed out, but Meredith only rolled her eyes.
"Oh c'mon! It's Seattle, Addison. Not New York! I've seen people do things like that in a place that looked even fancier than this."
Addison leaned back forward, placing her glass down and took a brief second to consider.
"Ok." she agreed, then they swapped plates.
They each took a bite into each other's food, chewing it thoughtfully, deciding whose choice was better.
"You lose." Addison said.
"I know." Meredith said. "Can I have the chicken back?"
"Too late." Addison chuckled, cutting another cube of chicken off the fillet. "It was your idea to exchanging." she reminded her.
"Fine." Meredith said, then pointed down to the plate in front of her with the fork in her hand. "Just so you know, this is healthier."
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"What time is it?" Addison asked as they left the bar. Meredith took one glance at her watch under the street lights.
"Nine." she reported. "Why? You want to go back to the hospital?" Meredith asked.
Addison shook her head. "We're stuck here." she realised, stopping in her tracks then turning to Meredith. "I can't go back home. I told Derek I'd be staying over at the hospital." And I'm still pissed at him for lying. she added silently. Meredith nodded in agreement. "I can't go back home either. They heard you putting me on-call for the night." They stood in the middle of the street in silence for a moment. Addison's eyes wandered around to the buildings nearby, then spotted a hotel not far away.
"You know," she said, looking back down to Meredith. "We could always spend the night there." she suggested, pointing a finger to the tall hotel building not far away from where they are standing. Meredith's eyes followed the direction of Addison's fingers, then gave a nod in agreement.
"Alright. Wait here." she said, then tracing her steps back to the bar. After five minutes, Meredith came walking back with a paper bag in her hands, waving it up in front of Addison. The red head tilted her head with a frown. "What did you get?" she asked, turning her body towards the direction to the hotel when Meredith fall into pace with her.
"Tequila." she responded with a grin.
"How much?" Addison asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Two bottles." she said with a laugh.
"I take that we're partying tonight." Addison said, then taking a turn into a tibit store.
Moments later, Addison walked out with a bloated paper bag in her hands. "Chips." she announced with a grin, then laughing, they made their way to the hotel.
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"CSI?" Meredith asked, a remote aimed at the television in front of her. Addison walked out of the bathroom in the similar white bathrobe that Meredith had on, a white towel wrapped around her wet, redhair.
"Why not?" she asked, bringing the chilled tequila bottles out from the mini fridge. "We can brush up on our skills in performing autopsies." she joked, grabbing the bag of chips with another hand as she slided into bed beside Meredith. Addison handed a bottle of tequila to Meredith as she placed her own one by the bedside stand. "Do you need a glass?" she asked, turning to Meredith briefly. The blonde shook her head, popping open the bottle and took a gulp down.
"Alcoholic." Addison said, popping open her own bottle of tequila. Meredith turned to her with a frown, watching as Addison took a sip from the bottle.
"Pot calling the kettle black." she retorted. Addison shook her head and tore open the bag of chips, placing it between herself and Meredith.
"I'm only drinking from the bottle because I'm too lazy to get a glass." she said, reaching into the bag for a chip.
"Oh?" Meredith asked, leaving the bottle by the bedside stand on her side and reached in for a chip. "And you would get me a glass if I wanted one?" she teased. Crunching on her chip, Addison shook her head.
"Nope. I'd ask you to get it yourself."
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Hours later, the both of them sat on the carpetted floor, two empty bottles of tequila lay on the floor. Beside them each was another bottle, almost half-full. Meredith had went down to the hotel lobby to purchase another two bottles after their first had finished. The television was turned off, there was nothing good on tv. And a messy stack of poker cards was placed between them.
"Alright." Addison said, the towel now sprawled out on the bed and her red hair around her shoulders. She ran her fingers over the top of her cards as she kept an eye on Meredith's reaction. There was a sly grin on the intern's face as her fingers gripped onto a chosen card.
"Ready?" Meredith asked, the grin spreading wider. Addison looked at her cards one last time and nodded.
"Yea. Ok." she said, looking up to Meredith. "On the count of three."
"One...Two... Three!" they both shouted, then threw out the cards that they have chosen. Eyes shifted back and forth on both cards before Meredith let out a yelp.
"I win!" she shouted, punching her fists in the air. Addison rolled her eyes and grabbed the bottle of tequila by the neck and swallowed a gulp of it.
"Not for long." she promised, licking her lips. Meredith's eyes scanned her cards again, stopping briefly to steal a glance at Addison. The redhead's cheeks were flushed, but her expression remained serious.
"You're drunk." Meredith giggled. Addison looked up from her cards and raised an eyebrow at Meredith. "No I'm not. You are." she said calmly, her mind obviously clearer than the younger woman. Meredith let out a laugh, her fingers placed on the chosen card again.
"You're so drunk." Addison said, having chosen her card. "Ready?"
Meredith nodded, then counting to three once again, they both thrust out the cards in their hands. This time, Addison gave a shout of joy.
"Oh shut up." Meredith said, placing her bottle down on the ground beside her after taking a gulp, her eyes running through the cards spread out in her hands again. "I'm still winning."
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The numbers on the digital clock jumped, it was now three in the morning. The lights of the hotel room had not been switched off. Leftover chips scattered over the floor had been placed into the bin, the four bottles of tequila were tied tightly in a plastic bag and shoved into the same tiny bin. Two of the bottles were empty, the other two with about a quarter of the alcohol left. Meredith was sprawled out on the messy bed that the two had sat on while watching tv, her blonde hair covering half her face, her body facing downwards. Addison had managed to slap Meredith awake long enough for her to get onto thebed, then went about cleaning the mess before stumbling down on the cleaner bed herself. She had pulled open the covers and slid under, but passed out before she could reach for the control to turn off the lights.
A/N : What can I say? Meredith is sooo drunk. lol