Thank you all SO MUCH for your kind reviews!!! It keeps us writing. I know this update is long overdue and I'm very, very sorry for that. Life took a front seat to writing this chapter. And the sad thing is I had half of it written for like a week. I know I know...shame on me. But Kaz busted my butt to get it done and you all definitely helped too. So thank you to ALL OF YOU!!! And Kaz and I really hope you like this chapter:) She also helped me with the beginning so the dream sequence is all hers:)

-Kaz and Jaz

Addison woke with a start gasping for breath.

Jesus not again. When are these dreams going to stop? I don't want to think about HIM like that. He just seems to be everything to me in these dreams.

These little episodes that played out in her head featuring Alex had become a regular thing, but not always in a sexual way. He was always there for her in some form or another, whether it be her friend, her confidant, her protector, or her lover.

Tonight's dream was so vivid though, so real she could almost still feel his hands on her body. Sometimes the 'dream sex' was slow and loving and others, like tonight for instance, was hot, fast, hard, deep, naughty, and honestly just plain dirty. Addison's body involuntarily shivered as she remembered exactly what Alex's hands and tongue were doing in her mind just a few moments ago.

Addison took the pillow next to her and put it over her head and screamed slightly into it, hoping that would vent some of her frustrations, sexual and otherwise. It didn't really help.

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In the guest room down the corridor Alex's, night of sleep wasn't much better. He tossed and turned most of the night caught up in his own sexual fantasies about his hot boss. He was awoken by the sound of his cell phone signalling it was time to get up, shower, and get ready for their day of surgery at Mount Sinai. Alex tried to focus on the day ahead but nothing was working because images from his very own 'porn dream' danced in front of his eyes.

Alex had recently been having reoccurring dreams about Addison. He wished he didn't but you couldn't control your subconscious and his subconscious was telling him Addison was becoming more to him then just his best friend and boss. His subconscious was telling him together they would be nothing short of amazing.

Groaning, Alex took the pillow next to him and put it over his face so he could let out a scream to vent ALL of his frustrations. It didn't help because all he wanted, all he could think about, was ravishing her body with his. Sometimes he thought she would be the kind of woman who would like to 'make love', which was fine with him, but other times he got the feeling just from a few things she said that perhaps, just perhaps, she might like it a little rougher, a little faster, a little harder and could he dare hope a little dirtier than that. Last night's dream was one of pure lust. Hard core, hot, passion filled, dirty sex.

This has got to stop. I have to work with her today. We're operating on a patient. This is exactly the sort of thing that can't be happening when we're trying to repair our professional connection. I can't be thinking about having sex with her. We're both married for Christ's sake. I have to be professional. Damn it now I need a shower.

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Alex got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. He had gotten up early and knew Addison was fast asleep because the house was still quiet. He figured he could hop in the shower quickly before Addison woke up. Alex peeled off his boxers and tank before stepping under the steaming water. It felt so good on his aching muscles and he just let the water run over him for a few minutes before he started to wash himself.

Addison woke up and wanted a shower herself. She kept forgetting that she was sharing her house with another man so she really wasn't paying close attention to what she had on; which happened to be a navy blue silk teddy that came to her mid-thigh. So it wasn't that short. Just covered all the essential places and still left something for the imagination. She padded down the hall because she needed a clean towel and they happened to be in the bathroom Alex was currently occupying. By the time she reached the door, the water had stopped running so she thought he would be in his room by now. She opened the already cracked door and stopped dead in her tracks. There he was getting out of the shower clad in nothing but a towel that was loosely draped around his hips.

Her mouth had fallen slightly open at the sight of his tanned and toned back as he closed the shower door. She couldn't move at all. Her head was telling her to run, but her feet and eyes had other things in mind. As if her brain finally turned on, she suddenly noticed that he was aware of her presence and her attire. She looked down horrified and instantly tried to cover herself with her hands. He saw this and walked over to her, pressing his still damp body against her and took her hands to her sides. She looked down for a split second, wondering what he was doing, and then looked at him again. He half smiled, half smirked at her, thinking how absolutely adorable she looked right now with her flushed cheeks and slightly heavier breathing.

Then suddenly out of nowhere, he grabbed her by the waist and pushed her onto the counter effectively trapping her between his body and the wall. Her mind went into overload.

We shouldn't be doing this. It's wrong. We're both married. Oh God he feels so good against me. I just want to...NO! This is so wrong!

He must have seen her lost look on her face because he opened his mouth to say something, but she decided now would be a good time not to talk. So she covered his mouth with her own and his response came immediately. He clasped his fingers with hers and pushed against her mouth with his own to deepen the kiss. She wrapped her long, bare legs around his waist and pulled him closer. Their hands let go of each other and she slid hers around his neck, then moved them up and down his back. His hands were caught up in her hair, his thumb caressing the side of her cheek.

Alex moaned against her mouth, but that sound made Addison snap back into reality. She pulled back from him and slightly pushed him away from her. He knew that she was feeling the guilt set in and he wanted to tell her it wasn't her fault. He was the one who pushed her against the wall.

"Alex, I...we can't. We're married. We can't be thinking about his when we have surgery in a few hours."

"Fuck Addie. I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. You're my best friend. I shouldn't be acting this way or having these thoughts about you. We need to focus on the surgery. I'm just, um, I'm just going to go and uh, get dressed."

Addison felt like someone had knocked the wind out of her. She was still on the counter next to the sink long after he had retreated to his bedroom. Her breathing had slowly returned to normal, but all she could think about was the way his body felt pressed against hers and the way his lips moved with her.

Alex felt the same way as he got dressed and ready for their morning of surgery. This was going to be the longest surgery of their lives.

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They rode to the hospital together in silence, each wondering what they were going to do about this obvious attraction towards one another. They walked into their patient's room and prepped her for surgery. The procedure was supposed to last about 5 hours barring any complications.

Addison left the room and Alex to go into the scrub room so she could have a moment to think by herself.

God he is invading my every thought. I hope we can connect in the O.R. again and this surgery goes well. I don't know what I would do if I lost him as an intern. Oh I can't lie to myself. I don't know what I would do if I lost him period.

She was brought out of her thoughts by the door to the room shutting. Alex stood there just looking at her. She wanted to tell him so many things, but neither of them could let their private matters affect their professional relationship.

"Oh hi" she said.

"Hey." Alex replied flippantly.

After a moment of silence passed between them, Alex was the first to speak again.

"We can't let what happened affect the surgery today. This is our shot to get back into our groove. We can't be thinking about us when we have an open body cavity on the operating table. Okay?"

It came out a little more desperate than he originally intended, but he needed to work with her again. The thought of working with Sloan or Shepard or even Torres was something he didn't want to contemplate. Addison and Alex were a team. They always had been since the moment she arrived. Sure, it took him a while to soften a little when he was around her, but she brought it out in him. Soon, nobody in the hospital spoke about one without mentioning the other.

They had always had the type of relationship where they could comfortably flirt with one another, but knew nothing would come of it. Then this happened and now it was on both their minds about what might possibly happen when they go back to the Brownstone in a few hours.

Addison looked at Alex and knew full well that this couldn't get in the way. She nodded her head in agreement and finished scrubbing in. Alex followed suit and they were now standing in the O.R. about to perform a highly complicated and risky surgery.

Addison looked at her partner over the rim of her mask. Their eyes said it all. Everyone in the room looked at the two doctors and wondered what was running through their heads.

Alex nodded to Addison and she smiled under the mask and confidently said, "Ten blade."

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Halfway through the surgery, Alex handed Addison an instrument and their hands brushed. In that moment, Addison almost dropped the tool into the woman's uterus. Horrified at the almost-incident, Addison asked the anaesthesiologist if she had time to take a minute. He said of course and she quickly exited the room and found the nearest supply closet. Alex looked at everyone, explained that she was fine and that there were some things on her mind she probably needed to clear up before she returned. One of the scrub nurses suggested Alex go and check on her since he knew her the best. Alex excused himself and left the room in search of Addison.

His instincts told him she would find the closest empty closet, so he opened the door to the first one he found, but to his surprise she wasn't inside. Only when he got to the next one did he find her quietly crying with her knees curled into her chest. She looked so broken and he knew it was his fault. He kneeled down beside her, but didn't touch her.

She looked up at him through red, puffy eyes and said, "Alex, this isn't going to work. We're clearly attracted to each other and just by touching your hand I almost killed a patient. This isn't fair to our patients and it's not fair to us as doctors. They rely on us and expect us to be responsible and alert and when I'm around you now all I can think about is that kiss. My mind should be focused on this surgery, not how your lips feel against mine or how your chest looks naked. And right now, Alex, that's all I can think about."

Alex looked visibly upset, but it wasn't with her. It was with himself. He had done this to her. He was the one who had now reduced the once confident, strong, resilient surgeon before him into a pile of tears. He instantly grabbed her hand and she held onto it tightly. As much as she didn't want to hold it, she also didn't want to let go. Not just yet. How they had gone from co-workers to this moment right now was beyond both of them, but they were here and this was happening.

"Addison, we can do this. We're Alex and Addison. I know I've said it before and I'm going to keep saying it until you realize that you and I, we're a team, and teams stay together. We're not going to let one touch or one kiss determine the outcome of this surgery. You and I are going determine the outcome of this surgery. Now we're going to get back in there and save this woman's life. And tonight we can talk about everything else, but for right now we need to finish this. We need to connect again on that level we used to be at. We're good at this. Scratch that, we're great at this. And we're going to come through it successfully and the woman lying on that operating table is going to recover and see her husband and children again because that's what we do best. We reunite families so we can sleep better at night. Our lives may be shitty and we may not know what's going on between us, but damn it Addison, in that O.R. none of it should matter. We're not there for us. We're there for them. So let's get back in there and save that woman's life, okay?"

He hadn't given anyone a speech like that in a long time. In fact, he can't ever remember fighting for something so hard in his whole life. She meant a lot to him and so did their relationship, both personal and professional. She looked at him like she had been berated by her boss. She wondered when their roles had reversed. Addison nodded her head and wiped her nose as he lifted her up. He hugged her close and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"We can do this. We can do this." She kept repeating as they walked back into the scrub room. They received fresh gloves and masks and returned to their patient. All the doctors and nurses in the room wondered what he said to her to make her come back a changed doctor, but it honestly didn't matter as long as she was back and she saved the woman before her. As their surgery came to a close, Addison and Alex went to find their patient's family to tell them she would make a full recovery. As the family hugged them and said their thank-you's, Addison and Alex walked away and looked at each other. They smiled because they knew that they were back. Addison and Alex were finally back.

Well there you have it:) The end of the story...

Yeah we're just kidding:) Good news is Chapter 6 will come a lot sooner than these other chapters because it's almost done already:) So yay! Reviews are always welcome but not a must. Just as long as you enjoy the story:)