The season 3 DVD, called "Seriously Extended" is out on September 11! Amazon already has a waiting list. I suggest to everyone to take a look.

Anyway, I'm sort of taking a break from the lovely bantering of Addisex, and taking a look at Addison's relationship with another male. It all ties along with the story, trust me. I think you'll know who I'm talking about by either the title or the quote that follows.

Midlife Crisis

I know, you're a flannel-wearing, wood-chopping fisherman. I GET IT.

―Addison Montgomery

He finally gives up rattling the door in hopes that it might open, and runs back into his car, sagging into the soft leather of the driver's seat in defeat. Sighing, he stares out into the rain, thinking about what had happened.

He and Meredith fought. Again.

She had kicked him out of the house. Again.

He had managed to leave his key in her house and lock himself out of the trailer. Again.

And now, he's faced with two choices: He could either sleep somewhere else for the night, or go back to the house like a kicked puppy, apologize, and beg her to take him back.

Again.

He runs a hand through his hair in frustration, and stares at his reflection in the rearview mirror. Maybe Addison had been right, when she first came to Seattle.

Maybe he is just going through a midlife crisis.

But no, that can't be right. Believing in that means believing he had wasted a year of life in Seattle, being McDreamy and fly-fishing when he could have tried to fix marriage. Believing in that means believing that maybe he had ignored his wife for almost a year for nothing, that he had been wrong to sign the divorce papers.

But most of all, believing that means believing that he had, in fact, not fallen in love with Meredith. And that was something he cannot believe.

He is in love with Meredith. He is.

So why is he sitting in his car?

He's a faithful guy (forget about abandoning Addison during prom, even faithful guys mess up sometimes). Faithful guys are supposed to know when to give their girlfriends space. And being the faithful, wonderful boyfriend he is, he thinks that maybe Meredith needs some space right now.

He'll give her some space, and stay somewhere else for the night, giving them both some breathing space. They'll both take a step back and think about them, and tomorrow, they'll talk.

He'll give her space tonight, and hope that maybe, maybe, things return to normal.

Going to Joe's had not been the plan.

The plan had been to go directly back to down and find a hotel, but somewhere along the long drive back to civilization he decides that, after having his ass kicked by his girlfriend (who happened to be about two feet shorter than him, by the way), he really, really needs his single-malt Scotch tonight.

He isn't surprised to see her there, but he is surprised to be hit with an idea that's… only slightly inappropriate.

But hell, he had just been forced out of the house by a woman twelve years his junior. He could be a bit inappropriate tonight.

Besides, he and Addison are adults. They're even friends, on good days. Friends could live with other for a night, even though they are exes. Right?

For once he decides not to overanalyze, and to act upon his brilliant spur-of-the-moment idea.

Most brilliant ideas aren't spur-of-the-moment. But this one this.

So he makes his way up to the counter, and can't help chuckling at the sight of her contemplating over a bourbon. "Drowning our sorrows in liquor again?" he quips, and then turns to Joe, "The usual, please."

Her only reply was a mumbled "Screw you" and a draining of her glass.

"Ouch," he pretends to wince, and then smiles his McDreamy smile, knowing full well it would irritate her more, and that it could possibly screw up his not-really-that-brilliant-but-who-cares idea, "Thought we were supposed to be mature and civilized in public."

"Four fatalities," she snaps, "Out of five this week. I get to be rude today."

"Point taken," he nods, trying to sound sympathetic but not quite pulling it off and causing her to roll her eyes, "Joe," he calls, changing the subject, "How many has she had?"

"Two."

"Ah," he looks back at her, smiling slightly, "Sober enough to talk, then."

She drains another shot, and glares at him. "Go back to your girlfriend."

"Actually," he pauses, wondering how she would react, "She kicked me out."

To her credit she stays silent, and he's prompted to continue, "We were fighting, and―"

"I don't need to know all the messy little details of your love life," she interrupts, "Just tell me what you want."

"I, uh, left my key at her house," he pauses again, taking a careful sip of his Scotch, "So…I'm locked out of the trailer. And I was wondering if―"

"No," she cuts him off before he can finish, shaking her head in emphasis, "No, no, no, no, no."

"Addison, we're adults," he tries reason to the curls that went flying as she shakes her head, "We can―"

"I'm trying to be an adult here," she says, waving a hand for another shot, "I'm trying to just tell you no, instead of slapping you like a woman should do when her ex-husband wants to room with her!"

"Addie, come on. Just one night. It's not as if we're in a relationship. I'll sleep on the couch—in the bathtub, even!" he hisses in desperation at her resolute expression.

She seems amused by the thought of him sleeping in a bathtub, so he uses the brief hesitation to his full advantage and runs a hand through his hair, hoping that for once his McDreamy antics will work on her. But she scowls at him, so he stops, and uses his eyes instead, a trick he had perfected during their marriage.

And it seems to work. "Tell you what," she suddenly says, eyes gleaming (uh oh, not a good sign), "Get me drunk, and I mean really, really, punched out drunk, and I'll let you stay the night at my place. And―" she adds as he grins widely and raises his glass, "If you promise to be gone by the time I wake up, I'll even let you sleep on the couch."

"Generous of you," he replies sarcastically, but still can't help smiling as he drains his glass and calls Joe for another.

Like it? Hate it? Let me know!

And as for how it ties in with the story…let's just say that Joe's is a big bar, and that anyone could have seen them drinking and leaving together and get the wrong impression. I'm just saying.