Title: Not Done Hurting

Author: Half-Human

Summary: What happens when two grown men fight over a woman in the halls of Mt. Sinai hospital? What happens with our beloved Addie? ADDEK.

Disclaimer: Grey's Anatomy and all its wonderful characters belong to the genius Shonda Rhimes and everyone who's helped put this drama together. Law and Order: SVU and all its characters also aren't mine…unfortunately.

Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait. I had my hs grad yesterday and I actually have one more graduation to go…don't ask ;p. slight warning w/ the language. This chap might not be so exciting but plz R/R. :D kk, and the drama continues…

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Derek still had his hands tightly gripped around Mark's neck when Mark suddenly dropped his flowers and stuffed animal and punched Derek in the stomach. Derek loosened his grip and stumbled back. He was about to charge at Mark again but felt someone pull his arms back behind him and slam his body against the nearest wall. It was Detective Elliot Stabler. Derek hadn't even noticed the man. He simply stood there with his face pressed against the wall and saw from the corner of his eye that a brunette had floored Mark. It was Detective Benson and she had her hands pressed firmly against Mark's wrist. The flowers that Mark brought were now stomped upon, its pedals crumpled underneath his body.

"What the hell just happened?" Stabler asked, breathing heavily. Weiss walked back to Savy, who simply stared wide-eyed at the spectacle before her. "Who the hell are you?" Stabler demanded, screaming in Derek's ear, quite pissed that he and Olivia were interrupted while speaking with Addison.

"Who are you?" Derek retorted, still stunned that some strange man just crushed him against the wall.

"Detective Stabler, NYPD. I repeat, who the hell are you?"

"I'm…I'm Addison's husband," Derek said, trying to catch his breathe and calm the fury within him.

"He's nothing, Addison doesn't want him," Mark shot out suddenly from his place on the floor, "He treats her like sh-"

"Shut the fuck up! You stay away from her!" Derek yelled. He tried to escape Stabler's grasp but was met with another slam to the wall.

"Ok, ok. We end this here." Benson stepped in, pulling handcuffs out from behind her and fastening them on Mark's wrists. Stabler did the same with Derek.

"Wait. What are you doing?" Mark asked as Benson pulled him to his feet, Derek wore an expression of fear.

"Well one of you started this and so one of you will be charged with assault…. So, who started it?" Benson asked as she flashed her badge in Mark's face and quickly put it away. Derek noticed Benson's badge as well and suddenly realized the consequences of his actions.

"Oh no…please! I have to see Addison," Derek began, realizing that he would be the one charged with assault; he had struck Mark first. "I hit first, I admit, but…please. I can't leave now, I just got here and I have to see my wife." Benson and Stabler eyed each other. They knew they were in a difficult situation, but they had to stick to the rules.

"Well this man is the one that's going to charge you with assault, we can't do anything," Stabler said flatly, pointing to Mark. Derek suddenly realized that Mark was the one to decide his fate. Mark could either drop the charges, allowing Derek see Addison, or let him get arrested and hauled off to the nearest precinct. Derek closed his eyes and cursed himself.

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"Mark," Derek forced himself to speak. Mark's neck was still red from Derek's grasp and his button-down was ragged and beyond wrinkled. "Mark. I know I've been a complete ass, but you have to understand. I need to see Addison…please." Derek felt as if his begging was futile, but he had to try.

"Do you realize that you just attacked me for no apparent reason? You attacked me in the middle of a hallway at my job without any provocation. You-"

"You slept with my wife!" Derek snapped. His hair was shuffled and his eyes were bloodshot. He had under eye bags, and basically looked like he'd been through hell.

"She isn't your wife Derek, you left her, in so many ways! And I tried to be your friend too, hell I even tried to call you when I found out about Addie," Mark answered back. Derek hated hearing those words because even though Mark did sleep with Addison, Derek knew that he was partly responsible for his wife's infidelity. He sighed and looked at Mark through drowsy-red eyes.

"Mark. I…beg you. Please," Derek paused, thinking through what he'd say next, "Please Mark, drop the charges and I'll…I'll think about mending our friendship…about forgetting the past…anything. I just want to see that Addison is alright…and I'm sure that you want to see her as well." Derek couldn't help it, he was desperate, and his desperation seemed to temporarily dull his hatred of Mark. Despite the twos' differences, they both cared deeply about Addison.

Mark wasn't sure he heard Derek correctly. Forgiveness? A renewal of friendship? Mark thought through Derek's words and about the old times he shared with him. 'No, I have to press charges, he deserves this and so much more,' he thought, fuming, but then he recalled having to file a report a couple years ago. He remembered all the paper work and the hours spent at a precinct downtown. If he pressed charges now, yes Derek would be paying for what he did, but the process of filing a report would only prolong his visiting Addison. Mark also couldn't ignore the prospect of ending his feud with Derek. He sighed loudly, and frowned at his old best friend.

"I'm dropping the charges," he suddenly said, his voice barely audible. Derek eyes widened in amazement. Mark had just let Derek off the hook. Derek looked at Mark and seriously wondered how his pleading had been effective. Benson exchanged glances with Elliot and then the two proceeded to release Mark and Derek from their handcuffs.

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The two men rubbed their wrist once the cuffs were taken off and walked up to each other. Weiss and an angry-looking Savy simply stood by bracing themselves for another showdown. The two men were a mere two feet apart when Derek lifted his hand and met Mark's with a firm handshake.

"Mark," Derek whispered, "Thank you." In the last 24 hours Derek had faced blow after blow and he was tired; he was relieved that the fighting was over and that he was almost there, beside his Addie. Derek took a deep breadth and looked Mark in the eye, "All I have to say is that I'm still, legally, Addison's husband." Derek watched the expression of shock on Mark's face; evidently Mark didn't know this. "I ask you, please, respect our marriage. If you truly care for Addison and you want to forget the past between us, please let us be." Derek felt Mark's grip tighten on his hand and began to doubt this newfound stalemate between them, but then Mark responded,

"I just want to see Addison." Derek only nodded and let go of Mark's hand, the two started toward Addison's room, when Savy suddenly stepped in front of them, hands at her waist.

"No," she blurted. Weiss didn't know what she was up to.

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"Savy, what gives?" he asked moving toward her and trying to guide her away from Mark and Derek's path; she stood her ground.

"I've been standing here watching the two of you fight like animals over my best friend," she shook her head from left to right. "I have been with her, I know what she's been through, and I can tell you right now that she does not need this," Savy pointed to Derek and Mark, "she's not a piece of meat you can just make a deal for," she continued, "and she sure as hell doesn't want to see either of you, because no matter-"

"Savy," Weiss tried to interject. Suddenly Benson walked up to Savy.

"Hold on, wait out here," Olivia said, directing her words to Derek and Mark. She motioned Savy toward Addison's room and as she entered Derek and Mark tried to catch a glimpse of their beloved Addie. Stabler blocked their view; he stood protectively in front of the door.

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"What the hell is going on out there?" Addison asked the moment Benson and Savy stepped into her room. Her head was still pounding and seeing both Mark and Derek battling outside didn't help ease the pain. Savy sat beside her.

"They want to see you, Addie, Mark and Derek…

They've actually stopped fighting…for now." Savy's answer was met with silence. Addison simply turned her gaze away from her best friend and looked up at the ceiling. It was one of those moments Addison felt it appropriate to yell, "why me?" but she remained silent and quickly thought through all that had occurred in the last twenty-something hours.

Savy and Benson just stared at the injured redhead and wondered what she was thinking. They watched as Addison's confused expression changed to one of fear then to one of anger.

"No," she suddenly whispered. She turned to Savy and Benson; her swollen face reddened, and shook her head slowly. "I can't see them now…I can't let them see me like this." Savy nodded supportively and put both hands over one of Addison's. "I can't see Mark, he still thinks he can win me over and…the most I'd want with him is friendship…so no. I don't want to see him." Savy couldn't help herself and asked,

"And Derek?" Addison returned her gaze to the ceiling and Savy could see Addie's eyes begin to water. Benson suddenly shifted uncomfortably as she stood near Savy; she felt odd listening to such a personal conversation. Addison narrowed her eyes, and looked to Savy. A tear meandered its way down her face.

"I can't Savy…not now. I said it was over. I mean…it is over. We…he, he hurt me Savy and he…" Addison looked down then asked, "When did he get here?"

"From the looks of it, he flew in not too long ago. He stepped through the elevator with a small duffel bag in hand, then dropped it and ran like a wild man when he saw Mark." Savy explained. Savy had mixed feelings about Addison's situation. It seemed as if Addison should've just told Mark and Derek to go to hell, but at the same time Savy noticed her friend's insecurities when it came to Derek. Did Addison really want to end it with Derek? Savy, sitting there with her troubled friend, now thought it over. 'Addison still has feelings for Derek, and her breakup with him was most likely an act frustration than one of honest liberation from her relationship.' Savy sighed.

"Well then they won't be let in," Benson suddenly spoke. "I'll let them know." The tall brunette left the room.

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"Detective," Weiss said as Benson stepped out from Addison's room. The men all stared at her, awaiting her verdict.

"Sorry, Mark, Derek, Addison doesn't want to see you. She's not up for it, and we would really appreciate it if you would leave this vicinity and respect her wishes."

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Derek and Mark stood frozen and Weiss just looked down at the floor. Stabler suddenly pulled Derek a couple of feet away from the group.

"We are still investigating Addison's case. We're running a rape kit and once we get the results we'll have more of lead to go on," Stabler looked as the man before him, seemingly somewhere else, lost in thought, nodded. Regardless of Derek's marital problems, Derek, as Addison's husband, had the right to know about his wife's case. "We are working really-" Stabler's cell phone suddenly rang. "Stabler," he said once he opened his flip phone. "Yeah…" Stabler walked away from Derek, who was still dumbfounded. Derek had lost Addison, who he realized too late, was the love of his life. She had left and he let her go, he drove her away and she got hurt. She refused to see him. The thought that he had driven his wife away pained him so much. He stood by himself unable to shake his thoughts away from failure and loss. All he wanted was to be with Addison, see that she was ok, and hold her tightly in his arms. 'I would never let her leave again…I would never let her hurt again,' he thought, dreaming of a day when he and Addison would return to the couple they once were.

"We've got to go," Stabler announced seriously to his partner. Olivia nodded.

"We have to go now but we trust you'll abide Addison's request," Benson said to Derek and Mark. At that moment Mark walked away, he headed in the direction he came from, presumably toward his locker room. "I think you should head off too," Benson told Derek, "unless you have good ties with Addison's family. We had difficulty contacting them but they are on their way now." Derek thought about an encounter with Addison's parents and shuddered at the thought. They loved him, or at least they used to, and he was pretty sure they wouldn't want to see him now. Derek was also well aware of Mr. Montgomery's temper and he didn't want to get beat down by the tall man; Addie got her height and her attitude from her father.

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Derek, feeling defeated, simply walked up to Benson and Stabler and pleaded,

"Please find the bastard who hurt Addison, please. I want him to pay, I want him to suffer…" Derek couldn't help it anymore, his eyes watered and he didn't care who saw him. He also ignored the irony of his statement; he too had hurt Addison. 'But I'm already suffering,' he thought miserably.

"We will get this perp," Stabler answered with a degree of certainty. He gave Derek a weak smile and squeezed his shoulder. Benson and Stabler headed to the elevator and Weiss just repeated what Stabler told him,

"Derek… man, I think you should go. I don't know what you were thinking, but you don't come in a hospital kicking, shouting, and swinging. If you want, you can crash at my place for tonight, but chances are that Addie may want to stay with us, and in that case, you'll have to go." Weiss tossed Derek a pair of keys and Derek, still lost in thought, let the keys hit his chest and fall to the ground. He slowly picked them up and headed off to the elevator at the end of the hall.

"Take care of her," Derek said, his words a hoarse whisper. He headed to the elevator and noticed that Weiss had already reentered Addison's room. As Derek picked up his abandoned duffle bag he thought about how every step was taking him further away from his love. 'Why is this happening,' he thought, his eyes now threatening to close on him because of exhaustion. 'Haven't I've suffered enough? I need to see her.' Derek continued to think of his Addie, beaten and broken, and his desperation suddenly rose. 'I've come too far,' he thought as he stood in front of the elevator. The elevator suddenly opened, and Derek stepped aside to let a couple of nurses out. 'No,' he thought sternly and watched silently as the doors closed before him.

"I'm not leaving," he finally voiced. He was going to see Addison, he was going to see his wife and perhaps speak with her, communicate how much he loved her, how much he needed her and how much he wanted to be there for her. Sure she didn't want to see him, but Derek truly believed that he could make her listen, change her mind, make her at least realize how sorry he was for…for everything. Derek didn't give a damn about the repercussions, he was going to see wife; he was going to be with his Addie. Derek turned and began to retrace his steps, his destination: room 324, Addison's room.

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What do you think? Sorry about the late post, I've been pretty busy lately and I had a bit of writer's block with this chap. If you have questions, advice, or simply want to comment- plz review. :p I would really appreciate it.

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GO TEAM ADDIE! Woot woot!

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