Owen sat in The Captain's office, Susan had told him The Captain wanted to see him before he and Bizzy left for their trip. Owen let out a sigh, he sure was taking his time. The door to the office opened and The Captain strolled in, drink in hand. He sat down behind his desk, opposite Owen.
"Scotch?" The Captain offered.
"Thank you, sir." Owen nodded as The Captain picked up his decanter.
"Cigar?"
"Oh no thank you, sir." Owen sipped his whiskey as The Captain lit his cigar.
"So, Owen." He began.
"I just wanted to make sure you were aware that my rule from our first meeting still stands."
"Of course, sir." Owen assured.
"Are you sure about that Owen?"
"I'm sorry, sir?"
"I saw the two of you getting close earlier today, outside. By the pool."
"Oh, you saw that?"
"I see everything, Owen." The Captain said, a sly grin on his face.
"I wasn't trying to be inappropriate, sir."
"You weren't?"
"She was just pushing my buttons an-"
"Listen, Owen." The Captain cut him off.
"I know my daughter can be infuriating, but you can't be giving her the wrong idea."
"I'm sorry, it won't happen again." Owen said.
"Me leaving for a while doesn't change anything, understood?" The Captain spoke seriously.
"Yes sir."
"If you disobey me in any way, there will be consequences."
"I understand sir." Owen nodded.
"Fantastic. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a plane to catch."
The next morning Owen was rudely awoken to someone banging on his door. He almost fell out of bed, stumbling over to the door.
"I'm coming! Jesus Christ." He cursed.
"What time is it?" He yawned, opening the door to reveal Addison. She was wearing a tight black dress with black Louboutin heels. Her cherry red hair was blow dried to perfection and her signature pearls gleamed around her neck.
"It's eight a.m." She frowned as she looked him up and down.
"Nice outfit." Addison grinned.
Being in a rush to open the door, Owen had failed to realise he was wearing only his boxers.
He immediately moved behind the door, Addison couldn't hold back her laughter. He did have a really nice body.
"What are you doing dressed so early?" He asked.
"I need to go to New York." She said.
"New York? Why?" He rubbed his eyes, still tired.
"Shopping!" She squealed, waving her Chanel purse in the air.
"God help me." Owen sighed.
"Go get ready! I want to shop and I would appreciate it if you accompanied me." Addison said as she sauntered away. He shook his head and smiled. He was pleasantly surprised she didn't demand his presence. Their little talk the day before must have worked.
Addison had accumulated numerous shopping bags as she had shopped on Fifth Avenue and was beginning to struggle.
"Are you okay Addison?" Owen smirked.
"I'm perfectly fine." She forced a smile, wrestling with the bags.
"It seems like you are struggling a little."
"Not at all." The handles started to slip from her fingers.
"Here." He said, taking some bags from her.
"Thanks." She said.
"You know you could have just asked me for help if you were struggling." He chuckled.
"Yes, but you have had enough niceness from me today." She teased him.
"Is that so?"
"Uh huh."
"You're kind of a handful Addison Montgomery."
"So I've been told." She beamed as she made her way into yet another store. Owen sighed, shopping was exhausting.
Later that evening Addison sat at the enormous kitchen island sipping her fourth no, her fifth glass of wine. She was drunk. Not really drunk but, drunk.
"Addison?" Owen's voice echoed through the quiet kitchen.
"Owen! Want a drink?" She grinned, her eyes were glossy and her speech was slower than usual.
"Are you drunk?" He asked.
"Maybe I am, what's it to you Major Hunt?"
"Ex Major." He corrected her.
"Boring." She said as she swayed in her seat, almost spilling her wine.
"I think you've had enough." Owen spoke, moving to grab the bottle of wine.
"I think you should mind your own business." She snatched the bottle away.
"Fine, get wasted. I'm your bodyguard not your babysitter."
"I'm gonna go swimming." She said suddenly.
"You can't go swimming."
"Why?" She pouted.
"Because you're drunk." He stated the obvious.
"So? You're not my babysitter, remember?" She rolled her eyes as she stood up. She felt the room spin a little. Definitely drunk.
She took a wobbly step forward and made her way outside to the pool.
"Addison!" Owen called but she took no notice as she continued walking.
"You can't go swimming, you're gonna hurt yourself!" He shouted.
"Whatever!" She yelled back as she started to move faster. Suddenly, she felt a wave of dizziness. Before she could register what was happening she tripped over, landing on the hard concrete floor outside.
"Ow, shit!" She yelled, her leg was bleeding.
"For God sakes!" Owen cursed, running to help her.
"I told you, you were gonna hurt yourself." He sighed as he crouched down to her.
"My leg hurts." She cried, he looked at her leg to see a pretty nasty cut.
"Can you stand?" She shook her head no.
"Alright, come here." He said as he lifted her, she wrapped her arms around his neck while he carried her back into the house. He sat her on a chair before going to grab a first aid kit.
"This is gonna sting." He warned as he started to clean the scrape.
"Ow! Son of a bitch!" She shouted.
"It's not that bad." He rolled his eyes.
"Screw you." She frowned.
"Okay, it's not too bad. I'm just gonna dress it."
He applied an adhesive dressing to the cut.
"There. Good as new." He smiled up at her, his hand still resting on her leg. He stared into her alluring blue eyes, illuminated by the kitchen light. Unable to drop his gaze, he inched closer to her face. Addison moved forward, until their lips were dangerously close. They were about to kiss when Owen abruptly pulled away. Addison's face fell.
"I'm sorry. I can't do this." Owen said.
"Why not?" Addison whispered.
"I just can't, Addison!" He became frustrated.
Addison didn't take rejection well, she was beginning to lose her temper.
"Are you serious?" She seethed.
"I'm sorry."
"Screw you." She spat, standing up.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"Out." She said dismissively.
"I need to come with you."
"Stay away from me!" She yelled, running for the main doors.
"Addison!" He called after her but she ignored him. He didn't actually believe she would go anywhere. He sat down, resting his head in his hands. It wasn't until he heard a car pull up five minutes later, that he started to panic.
He ran towards the front entrance, flinging the doors open but he was too late, the chauffeur was already driving away with Addison in the backseat.
"Fuck." He breathed, rushing to grab the keys to his Bentley.
