A/N: Thanks for your patience Readers! If you don't know anything about the J Peterman Catalogue, you should probably google it, just to understand what I describe in this chaprer.

Derek peered at the scan again, shifting it in the natural sunlight. If he could just find the right angle... Oh, this aneurysm was a tricky bugger. Right in Broca's area too. If anything were to happen, he could see it causing major deficits. But maybe if he approached there, temporally-

His thoughts were interrupted by the onslaught of his wife's lips crashing on his own. "Mmm! Addison!" He exclaimed, almost dropping the scan.

"What?" she asked sweetly, "I can't kiss my husband?"

"No," he sighed, mildly annoyed, "I just...you caught me off guard there." he said. He snapped the scan and held it back up into the mild morning light, where was he again?

Addison sighed, "Der... C'mon, you'll have plenty of time to look at the scan before the surgery. But I won't see you at all today, and I need your opinion on a Christmas Gift for your mother..."

Derek rolled his eyes, "All right, Addy, what?"

"Well, besides the annual cruise we all chip in for, how about this?" She pointed in the J Peterman Catalogue.

He sighed. "A silver plated four piece tea set?" he asked.

"Don't you think it's gorgeous?"

He shrugged. What did he know about tea sets? "Yeah, sure..." he mumbled. Let Addison deal with this stuff.

"Derek... Aren't you a little more excited about the season? I mean this is us. Derek and Addison. We go crazy, buy stuff for the women's shelter, have a big dinner with Mark and all our friends, hang the lights up at the brownstone. Mark gets drunk dressed as Santa and steals the Christmas stockings... We kiss under the mistletoe...?" Addison took his hand and rubbed his palm.

Derek softened, remembering all their crazy Christmases. How many was it now? Almost nine, he reckoned. "We do have a good time, don't we? Except as I recall, last year, Mark kissed you under the Mistletoe..."

Addison blushed. "Oh that was nothing, that was Mark."

"Yeah, okay..." he said. He had nothing to fear, he knew... Mark was sometimes a bit of a flirt.

"Alright, give me that," he pulled the catalogue from Addison's hands. "What should I get you, hmm? Let's see... Oh, Paris De Nuit!" He raised his eyebrows at J Peterman's description of the glorious dress... "I saw you at a Cafe and you were boring.. Now you're all Soutach'ed and Sultry!" he grinned. "It even has ostrich feathers!"

"Oh yeah, you know what I'll get you?" Addison smirked, as she snatched the catalogue out of his hands... "Oh this is good..." she chuckled. "Moleskin Shirt...There was a time when a man would go outside for a few minutes... " She read... "That man would not return for three hours.. What was he doing? Was he in the shed, measuring and cutting things? Pulling dead plants out of the ground? Thinking? Strategizing?" Addison guffawed. "Yes, there was a time when a man didn't need a pullover..."

Derek chuckled. "You know Addy, there is this land called Passive Agressiva..."

She raised an eyebrow, "And I love you Derek, but there is this land called Absentia..."

"Hmm," he said, glancing at the brain scan before he looked out the window of the Ferry to see small specks of snow wafting down...

Addison pecked him on the cheek, but his thoughts returned once again to the doozy of an aneurysm in front of him.

On Ferryboats, sometimes he got a little lost in thought.