So it's Wednesday. And I promised that I would try to have something up for Wednesday because it is Lauren's birthday. Plus I haven't been updating much, and I have school work, and starting tomorrow a 5 year old. Ugh. I'm old. If I didn't dye my hair I would probably have grays. Oh, Brie-Baby. But Lauren is turning 18, and that is an important one. She can drink in Quebec now... or maybe that was only exciting for me. Oh, 18. Have I mentioned that I am old.

Anyway, this is kinda short, but I kept having hot flashes.

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"How's the case?" Addison questioned leaning against the door to the exam room.

"Hmm?" Derek glanced up, "Oh. Fine." he paused going back to his films, "Complex."

"Do you have time for lunch today?"

"Maybe," he replied slowly, clearly distracted.

Addison stared silently at the wall for a moment, "I have to meet Richard in 20 minutes. He has some hotshot tailing me."

"Well have fun," he absently ran his fingers through his hair and squinted at the films, "Do you see that?"

Addison walked over and took a look, "What is it?"

"I don't know," Derek leaned closer.

"Derek?"

"Ya babe?" Derek looked up at her expectantly.

She smiled, happy that he was at least looking at her, "Lunch?"

"I'll try," he smiled at her, "Where's James?" he asked, noticing for the first time that there was no sign of her.

"We got the housekeeper with the nanny experience for a reason."

"She's at home?" Derek asked in surprise, "You should have brought her in, I wanted to see her."

Addison sighed an headed for the door, "Then try coming home once in awhile."

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"There are no words." Cristina's chin rested in the palm of her hand as she stared.

Meredith mirrored her pose, "We need a thesaurus."

"It wouldn't help. There are no words."

"Mc...Mc..." Meredith tried, then trailed off.

"There are no words," Cristina repeated.

George stared at them in utter disgust, "Mer, you have some McDrool. Right there, on the corner of your mouth."

"Who is working on his case?"

"My new best friend," Cristina muttered, "God he is beautiful. What I would do, to do..."

"I accept bribes," George muttered under his breath.

Both girls turned to look at him.

"It's you."

"You have to switch with me Georgie."

"No!...I... you..." Meredith stuttered,"... no rent next month! Two months!"

"I'll..." Cristina racked her brain, then set her jaw and looked George straight in the eye, "I will have sex with you."

"No!" Meredith protested, "I'll have sexwith you."

Cristina glared briefly at Meredith, then upped the ante, "I'll have sex with you and not cry."

"Hey," Meredith glared back, then smirked, "George," she smiled and raised an eyebrow suggestively "What if we both have sex with you. At the same time."

Cristina stared at Meredith for a moment, then back at the object of their desire, "He'd be so worth it."

"You two," George moved his finger back and forth between them, "Scare me."

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"Kimber!" Addison exclaimed into her phone as she rounded the corner, "I'm trying. Asking me to be okay with it is one thing on Christmas Eve, but quite another thing in February when it's to icy for me to wear my favorite Manolos."

"And nothing makes you grumpier then when weather interferes with fashion," Kimber sighed on the other end of the line, "So what? How long is this going to take? 'Cause if you are going to whine well into next winter I am going to have to order our dresses with sleeves. And change the whole colour scheme. And reprint the invitations. Change the menu..."

"Don't guilt me on this."

"I'm not. Yet. But I am getting married in September and you are going to be standing up there with me, happily, if I have to hold you down and force feed you spoonfuls of love and happiness."

"I have 7 months to get used to it then, and 4 of those months are excellent shoe weather. So..." She dropped the phone away from her mouth, "Who is that?"

"Your shadow," Bailey murmured. Even she was mesmerized, "Remind me why..."

"Your married," Addison mumbled, completely forgetting the phone in her hand.

"Right," Bailey sighed, "But..."

Addison tilted her head, "Would it be wrong to..."

"Yes..." Bailey replied, a tad uncertainly.

"Maybe he is less gorgeous when you're up close..."

"He's from Italy..."

"Oh," Addison sighed with a small smile, "He has an accent..."

George approached, "Dr. Shepherd."

"O'Malley..." Both Addison and Miranda motioned for George to move out of the way.

"Not you two too," George shifted uncomfortably, "Your married, and you're..."

"Not..." Addison finally remembered the phone in her hand, "Kimber I have to... go... do... bye..." She sighed, "I can't work with him... he's to..."

"Mmmm hmmmm,"

"And he's going to be here, all week... watching me..."

"Mmmm hmmmm,"

"Miranda," Addison clasped her hands in front of her mouth, "Have I ever mentioned my weakness for really attractive men? Because I sometimes loose the ability to make wise decision and that man is..." She sighed, "I haven't finished a sentence since... I... saw...him..." she trailed off.

"If you don't want him..."

"No!" Addison exclaimed, quickly stepping to the other side of the desk. She had taken 2 steps before she stopped and tore off her glasses, "God. Glasses." she muttered to herself. She turned and grabbed a small mirror off the desk. Frantically she smoothed her hair and checked her make-up. Flawless. She ripped off her lab coat and smoothed down her silky trench dress, "How do I look?"

"Desperate," George muttered under his breath, clearly irritated.

"But desperate-hot?"

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He's a God sent original,

the man of my dreams.

Whatta Man,

Whatta man,

Whatta man,

Whatta mighty good man!

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"No, you have to roll your 'R''s. Rrrrrrr."

Addison's face contorted into a smile, "Rrrr." she wrinkled her nose, almost giggling, "Like that?" she laughed.

"Eh. You will get better."

She blushed, trying not to fiddle with her fork, "I don't even want to try your last name."

He smiled at her, he had perfect teeth. He had perfect everything, "No one uses last name. Just Marcello," he rolled the 'r', laying his Italian accent on thick.

"Dr. Marcello?"

"Si, Dr Shepherd. It makes people feel we are friends."

"Addison. Call me Addison."

"Dr. Addison." He grinned, "You see. Now we are friends."

"Ya," she ducked her head and smiled shyly, "Now we are friends."

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If you are having a medical problem, do not come to Seattle Grace. The female staff in distracted.

Oh. There he is.

With Dr,Shepherd.

I really need to become better friends with her.

I wonder what his plans are for Valentines Day...

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There are those hot flashes again...

So here is the thing about Marcello. He is sex. Like. He is PERFECT. He has even reduced Bailey to mush. He isn't human. He is a fantasy. He is a sex god. He is... he makes McSteamy look like Urkel. Plus he is kind, and generous, and charming, and funny and apparently also SAVES BABIES.

I don't even think I can explain Marcello in words. Basically I have trouble writing him because I can't stop swooning. I'm serious. And I am not a swooner. I am bitter and cynical. But... it's Marcello.

Derek should have just taken her to lunch.

Review. I'll give you a Marcello.