Sorry this took so long. I had a crazy week... of partying. But still. I may have come home slightly intoxicated at one point and tried to write will I was waiting for the drunk to wear off so I could drink more. But I went back and fixed that part. Unless you think that the whole thing sucks, then I was under the influence of drugs, alcohol, cold medicine, pms and alien-mind-probes the entire time.

So this is for Stephy and Kayli. They'll know which parts are meant for them.

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Addison surveyed the kitchen with a practiced eye. Everything looked perfect. The waiters she had hired looked great, arranging trays and filling wine goblets. The chef was putting the finishing touches on dinner, to be served n an hours time.

Addison smiled as she felt an arm slip around her waist.

"Hey gorgeous," a husky voice whispered in her ear before moving closer and kissing her cheek, "Everything looks amazing."

Addison grinned and turned, "Andrew," she rested a hand on his chest, "You made it."

"Wouldn't miss it, I even told my secretary not to contact me unless it was a national emergency. Tonight I am all yours." he surveyed the mounds of food. "So what's good?"

"Everything." Addison replied modestly.

Andrew reached in front of her and picked up an appetizer, "Mmmm, this is fantastic."

"Thank you," Addison grinned, "I made that myself."

"Did you?"

"I did. With my own two hands." Addison bragged cheekilY, "All the appetizers, And," she paused for dramatic effect, "Dessert."

"Dessert?" Andrew questioned, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

Addison ignored the look,"It's a poached asian pear taste sensation. Just wait, you'll love it."

"And she cooks."

"I cook."

"Is there anything you can't do?"

Addison considered this for a moment as she moved past him and to the door, "No."

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"She has a great view doesn't she."

Meredith continued to stare out the windows. She was standing on the landing of Addison stairway. Because Addison had vaulted ceiling throughout her first floor, the landing was more like a balcony, affording Meredith an excellent view not only the the darkened river outside, but also of the party in general.

"She does," Meredith agreed turning to face Izzie.

Izzie's face fell, "Your not having fun." She stated, "You find this awkward. We should have waited for Derek. But I wanted to get here early so that..."

"Izzie," Meredith exclaimed, "Relax. I'm fine. I just didn't realize that Addison and Derek lived so close together. It threw me, but I am over it."

"Derek?"

Meredith turned back to the window and nodded, "See those lights?"

Izzie followed Meredith's gaze until she saw 3 bright lights a little ways down the river, "Thats Dereks's trailer?"

"I think so."

Both girls were silent.

"So you don't see him around here or anything."

"Derek?" Izzie asked in surprise, "No, of course not."

"Not that it... I mean I just," Meredith paused, "They still seem... I was just thinking that maybe they... hung out."

"Well they are friends aren't they? They have to work together so they stayed on friendly terms. But I don't think that they see each other away from the hospital. For one thing Addison has been dating someone." Izzie nodded to Addison who was moving around the living room talking to her guests, Andrew at her side.

"Who's that?" Meredith asked

"Andrew something. He's a financial big shot. He's been taking her out quite a bit. I think she likes him."

"Good evening ladies," Mark appeared behind them, "Are we having fun?"

Izzie smiled as Mark wrapped an arm around her waist, "Did you know that Derek lives right across the river?"

"He does?" Mark said slowly, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" Meredith asked suspiciously.

"Well, I was just thinking that between the two of them they probably own about a mile of waterfront property on either side of the river."

Meredith rolled her eyes. Izzie gave Marl an annoyed look.

"Well," Mark exclaimed, attempting to change the subject, "Isobel, we need to get going."

Izzie smiled and turned to give Meredith a hug, "I'm sure that Derek will show up soon."

Meredith nodded, "Have fun in New York."

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"Your leaving?" Addison pouted slightly.

"I'm sorry, Addison. It's an emergency."

Addison nodded and tilted her head so that Andrew could kiss her good night.

"I'll call you later."

Addison sighed.

"Addison?"

Addison looked up to see Meredith, Cristina Yang and Preston Burke.

"We are going to have to cut the evening short. We all just got paged," Burke explained.

Addison looked around her for her pager, "I didn't..."

"And you probably won't," Burke smiled, "Small fire at a nursing home. They won't be needing you. But everyone else..."

Addison smiled, "My party isn't going to happen is it?"

"Not a chance," Cristina replied bluntly.

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Addison sighed and drained her wine glass. Her dinner party had lasted exactly 35 minutes. And now she was alone again. The caterers had taken off, leaving her with an enormous bill, even more left overs and 12 half empty bottles of wine.

Addison kicked off her heels and padded into the living room, she unzipped her dress and threw it over the back of a chair. As much as she loved her designer clothes, she kinda hated wearing them longer then was necessary.

She collapsed on the couch wearing only her slip. Wine and movies it was.

Ding Dong.

She groaned at the sounds of her doorbell cutting threw her house.

"Damnit Mark," she muttered to herself, not bother to throw anything over her slip "I knew you two would miss that flight."

She flung open the door and froze.

Derek raise an eyebrow, "Add, I know you said it was casual, but... I'm suddenly feeling very over dressed."

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I'm havin' me a party

(I don't think I can come)

Ah... This ain't just any kind of party

(Nah, I think I'll stay at home)

Ah, oh no... It's gonna be really, really hot

(It's startin' to sound good)

I'm gonna put you on the spot

(Baby, maybe I should)

And there'll be lots of one on one

(I guess I could be there)

Come on and join the fun

(What should I wear?)

I'll tell you that it,

It doesn't matter what you wear,

'Cause it's only gonna be you and me there

I'm havin' a party

A party for two

I ain't inviting nobody

Nobody but you

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"So..."

"So..." Addison echoed as they wandered back into the living room after the tour of the house.

"Where is he?"

Addison stared at him in confusion for a moment, but then laughed, "He's sleeping. Come on." She led him to the back of the house and opened the door to the laundry room.

Derek stared as she flipped on the light, "That's McDreamy?"

Addison smiled, "That's him."

Derek examined the pig for a moment. Truman let out a loud snore but continued sleeping. "He's... cute."

Addison laughed and left the room, Derek close behind her,

"So, I can't help but notice that there is something missing at this dinner party.."

"The dinner? The party?"

"Exactly," Derek teased, "Where were you planning of feeding all these people?"

Addison grinned, "That's the best part." She took his hand and led him to the living room, "Okay, close your eyes."

Derek obediently closed his his eyes and stood in darkness trying to figure out what Addison was doing as she moved around him.

"Keep them closed," she instructed, moving behind him and putting her hands on his waist, urging him to take a few steps forward, "Okay, open your eyes."

Derek slowly opened his eyes and looked around him in awe. Addison had dimmed all the lights inside and opened the three sets of french doors that opened onto the stone deck. White drapes were hung around a table set for 16, giving it the feeling of being inside, but still allowing for an amazing view of the water. Derek stepped through the doors and approached the candle lit table. Everything was white and silver with the exception of dozens of deep purple flowers, the exact same colour as the slip Addison was now wearing and presumably the dress she had been wearing earlier.

"It's perfect Add." Derek told her as she joined him at his side. He leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"Thank you," she smiled, leaning towards him as his arm snaked around her waist.

Addison looked over at him, not at all surprised to see him watching her. Neither was really sure who leaned in first, but it didn't matter. The moment that Addison wrapped her arms around Derek's neck and he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, it didn't matter that they shouldn't be kissing each other, again, and it seemed unimportant that neither of them cared to stop.

Addison pulled him tightly towards her as she smoothly eased herself on to the table top.

"Add," Derek pulled away slightly and ran his hand over her shoulder, pushing the straps of the slip out of the way, "How attached are you to these plates,"

Addison turned and stared at the place settings, "They are rented. It's terribly expensive if they get broken." she cocked an eyebrow.

Derek did some mental calculating, "I'll split the damage with you, 50/50."

Addison smiled, "70/30."

Derek grinned and pushed away the plates in their immediate vicinity, ""Deal."

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Addison fell back, breathing heavily, and stared at the sky. Her chest still heaving she turned to look at Derek laying beside her. He was also staring at the sky through the with drapes, but for a moment a small smile drifted across his face and he chuckled.

"What?" Addison questioned, still breathless.

"Nothing," Derek grinned.

"Tell me."

Derek laughed, "I was just wondering if you would make me a sandwich.

Addison tilted her head back and laughed.

"I haven't eaten yet," Derek protested.

Addison sat up and squirmed towards the edge of the table and hoped off.

"Where are you going?"

Addison readjusted her slip, "Kitchen."

Derek sat up and stared, "Your actually going to make me a sandwich."

She laughed, "God no," she disappeared into the house, "You just reminded me I'm hungry."

Derek chuckled as he sat up and straighten the disheveled table top and picked up a couple pieces of clothing. He grinned as he entered the kitchen, she was preparing two plates.

"That was good."

Addison didn't look up, "You haven't tried anything yet."

"I wasn't talking about the food."

Addison smiled, "Good, 'cause that was the last time."

"Stop saying that Add."

"I mean it this time."

"Stop," Derek took a plate and stole an extra appetizer from hers.

"Derek," she protested, sitting next to him on a stool at the counter.

"No, Addison," Derek finished chewing and swallowed, "Every time you say 'it's a mistake' and that 'it's the last time'."

"Well..."

"If anything is going to stop it's you saying that this has to stop."

"But..."

"We've been having sex, allot. I am tired of pretending that every time is just an accident." he turned to face her, "It's getting kind of ridiculous."

"Fine."

"That is the last time you are going to say 'it's the last time'?"

"Yes," She smiled and leaned over to peck him softly on the lips, "It was getting kinda redundant."

'Thank you," Derek stabbed aggressively at a carrot.

Addison nodded. "Now give me back my cream puff."

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Well that was cute...

So I am not above extorting reviews. It's my birthday and no one ever reviews anymore. It makes me sad. And depressed. And I can't write when I am sad or depressed.

So in case you missed that, I'll summerize: It's my birthday, please review.

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