Title: Not Done Hurting

Author: Half-Human

Summary: Addison to get over her fears but she is far from who she used to be

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: ok, decided to write another chap. Again, sorry for the long wait. Its a bit short but reviews would be great :P

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The events of the night were enough to send Derek off to his room and not want to interact with Addison again, but he knew he couldn't. Patience was key. He checked the house and called Stabler before heading to bed; he wanted his place checked and under surveillance.

Still lost in his thoughts, Derek heard Addison step out of her room and resisted the urge to go out and talk with her. He had left his door ajar, hoping to give the impression that he was there for her, open for her to come in and talk with him.

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Addison couldn't sleep well. She kept tossing and turning. Her thoughts were filled with concerns and fears; she kept waking up whenever she heard the slightest noise. 'I can use some milk,' she thought, trying to think of something that may sooth her. The hard wood floor felt cold against her bare feet as she sat up and pushed the covers off herself. Walking out her room she noticed the master bedroom door; it was ajar and she knew that Derek was there, probably ready to come out upon her call. As she passed the room she tried not to look inside, she didn't need Derek thinking she needed him. She was a grown woman. 'I don't need anyone,' she thought, walking through the darkness and trying to feel her way carefully to the stairs.

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When she reached the kitchen downstairs she walked to the cupboard, pulled out a glass, and stepped toward the sink. She gazed out the window. The streets were relatively empty for New York City. Every now and then a yellow cab would stroll by slowly, a couple could be seen walking their dog, or groups of teenagers would walk by, fooling around, their laughter breaking the calm of the hums and ticks of the city night. Addison exhaled deeply and noticed the morning newspaper sitting by the sink. It was still neatly folded and bundled together.

'I'm making too big a deal of this,' she thought grimly. All around her, people where going about their daily tasks. She had gone through a rough ordeal, been traumatized, been afraid of the slightest things, and yet her friends still went to work, those back in Seattle were still busy with surgeries, people still walked their dogs, laughed and played, and her morning newspaper was still delivered. 'I have to get over this,' she said, hating that she had to fight herself to grow strong. Addison gave another sigh, opened the fridge door and squinted as the light from the fridge gave the kitchen a soft eerie glow. She picked up the half-filled quart and checked the expiration date. 'I have to pull myself together,' she thought. "You're being silly Addison," she whispered, trying to quell her nerves.

"Silly?" she heard a voice from behind her. Addison jumped.

"Geez Derek," she rolled her eyes, recovering from the scare. "I told you I don't need your help," she spat. Hadn't he gotten the clue? She closed the fridge with a slam and turned to the window, the only source of light in the kitchen. "I can do things on my own," she hissed.

"Derek? Are you cheating on me Addison?"

Addison froze. She felt a chill run through her body as memories flashed in her head.

That voice…it wasn't Derek's. She slowly turned around, but she could only make out a dark figure. "Nah, you wouldn't cheat on me now, would you?"

Addison felt her breathe catch as she backed up against the sink.

"Get away from me," she finally managed to say, her voice quivering. She felt her insides churn and heartbeat quicken. 'It can't be him, it can't be,' she thought frantically. There was a cop at her door, wasn't there? They had locked all the windows, all the doors. 'This isn't happening, this isn't happening' she chanted in her head, feeling the edge of the sink dig into her back. Dressed in long warm pajamas, pants and a shirt, she felt the cold of the hard ceramic floor course up through her. "This can't be happening,' she continued as she saw the dark figure grow closer and finally, come into the light.

It was him.

He wore the same leather jacket and the same grimace. "Get away," Addison warned and grabbed for the nearest thing she could—a flower vase. She shook it menacingly in front of her, trying to muster as much strength as she could. Last time she had fought, fought hard, but now she developed fear. This guy was sick. He was a sick, obsessive murderer, an she knew what he was capable of.

"Ooh, you do excite me," the perp grinned, "but you can't get rid of me. I won't go away Addison, I've missed you." He suddenly took out a long knife from inside his jacket. The blade shimmered as he brought it up. Addison's eyes widened with fear as she tried to stop her shaking and think of what to do.

"Leave me alone," she managed to mutter, the vase in her hand trembling in the darkened kitchen.

"Addison, do behave," he said, in a serious tone. He exhaled loudly, narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Now…lets have fun," he whispered, before sprinting toward Addison.

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A/N: this chaps a bit short, but I wanted to write something. Sorry again for the late update. Reviews, opinions, comments—all would be appreciated :D

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