Stepping off the elevator and into Oceanside Wellness, Addison saw Violet walking out from her office. She smiled over at her, Violet returning the favor.
"Hey Addison," Violet said as Addison started walking by her side and into the kitchen.
Once they got in there, Addison headed straight for the coffee pot and picking up her mug which was already on the counter. "Hey Vi. You look good," she glanced at her before pouring her coffee.
"So do you," Violet leaned against the table. "Actually there's something different about you," she observed, taking a couple seconds to study her friend. "You had sex."
The redhead shook her head, a grin pulling from her lips. "I did not have sex," she walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out the skim milk.
Violet watched as Addison walked back over to the counter and mixed in her milk. She narrowed her eyes, confused. Usually she could pinpoint anything. "Are you sure? Because you look unusually happy today."
"I'm pretty sure," Addison laughed, turning her body to face Violet, leaning against the counter with a mug of coffee in her hand. "I can't just be unusually happy without having sex?"
"Well you can, this just seems like sex happy," Violet walked over to the refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of whatever before walking back over to the table, sitting on top of it as she looked at Addison. "So you really didn't have sex?" she asked again, still confused.
With a laugh, Addison shook her head. "No I didn't have sex Violet."
"Well then why are you so happy?" Violet twisted the cap off her water bottle before taking a sip.
The redhead shrugged her shoulders, a smile plastered on her face. She wouldn't be able to wipe it off if her life depended on it. "I don't know. I'm just really happy. It's a good morning."
"Oh come on," Violet chuckled softly. "You're going to have to give me more than that. I love details."
"It's nothing really," Addison tried to lie but the smile just wouldn't budge. Looking at Violet, she couldn't help but laugh. She looked like she was about to burst and die of curiosity. Since Naomi left the practice they've gotten a lot closer and normally they'd tell anything to one another but she just didn't know how to go about this.
Opening her mouth to speak, Addison's phone vibrated. Without a word, she grabbed her phone from her bag, flashing a toothy smile when she saw Mark's name flash on the screen.
"I can't believe Addison Montgomery actually wants to see me. No better yet you want to talk to me. I might just fly over to L.A. now before you have time to change your mind."
There was a part of her that wished he would take that plane now, but she couldn't just beg him to come see her.
"I'm not going to change my mind but if you feel it necessary to come here now, be my guest."
Okay, so she could beg a little, but in such a subtle way that she didn't feel like a desperate ass. Not completely at least.
"Look at that smile!" Violet laughed. "There's a guy you're not telling me about!"
Addison truly hated how she couldn't hide things at all. "No there's not a guy," she tried to keep a straight face, but then her phone went off again and she just nodded her head with a laugh. "Okay, there is a guy."
Violet's eyes lit up. "Who is he?" seeing how hesitant Addison was, she placed her water bottle down on the table. "Don't make me force it out of you Addison. Tell me!"
The redhead shook her head, giggling like a high school girl. "No, no, you don't know him."
"So then you really shouldn't have a problem telling me," she pointed out, sitting on the edge of the table, leaning forward. "No way I can judge, not that I would in the first place."
Not knowing how to respond, Addison bit her lip and shook her head. Violet did indeed know Mark Sloan from when they all went to Seattle for Archer. Not just that, but Addison has mentioned him to her briefly though she never got too far into detail. As a psychiatrist, Violet was able to see that he affected her in a way that not many other people can. Actually, no one else could. Not as far as Addison knew.
For a couple seconds, Violet and Addison stayed still, eyes locked in a rather intense stare down. Violet narrowed her eyes, Addison soon doing the same. When it was least expected, Violet jumped up from the table and reached for the phone.
"No!" Addison held it up as high as she could.
Violet stretched her arm as high as she could, but it wasn't enough. She started to jump around. "Addison! Give me the phone!"
"No!" Addison headed around the table for the door.
Quickly, Violet followed, climbing up on one of the chairs. She was right behind Addison and in one quick motion; Violet threw herself onto Addison, legs wrapped around her waist, one arm around her neck to keep her from falling as the other struggled for the phone.
Neither really knew how it happened but one minute they were adults and talking about sex and the next they were fighting over a phone like children. As Addison fought to keep the phone in her possession, Violet fought to get it just to see a name. Never did they fight out their problems like this though. It was childish, it was funny. They were both laughing as Addison tried to shake Violet off her back, Violet refusing to get down.
"Get off me!" Addison managed through a fit of giggles.
Flailing her free hand, trying to snatch the phone, Violet was practically crying, she was laughing so hard. "Just tell me his name!"
"Whose name?" a voice called out.
Both Addison and Violet fell silent, watching as Sam walked in, his eyes fixed on a chart. Finally, he looked up to find Violet on Addison's back.
"Umm on second thought, I don't want to know," he stared at them both for a couple seconds, eyes narrowing.
"Sam its fine," Addison called out quickly. "We were just umm… just… it's okay Sam, you can come in."
He shook his head. "I don't think I want to."
"Really it's fine."
"Everything would be perfect though if Addison would just give it to me," Violet cut in, not even realizing how that came out.
"Yeah, I'm leaving," Sam turned around and walked out without looking back.
Finally, Violet caught on. "Oh get your head out of the sewer Sam!" she called out before looking down at Addison. "Can I please know now?"
Looking up at Violet, Addison couldn't help but smirk. "Will it get you off my back?" when her friend nodded her head, she let out a sigh. "I'm talking to Mark."
"Wow," falling off of the redhead's back, Violet watched as Addison turned to face her. "Mark, as in Mark Sloan? So what are you two a thing now?"
She shook her head. "No not exactly. We just started talking again last night and he's been making it very clear that he wants to try to work things out."
"What do you want?" Violet asked, her voice no longer loud and obnoxious, but calm and more professional, though she wasn't there completely as a psychiatrist, but as Addison's friend.
She knew what she wanted, but it was so much harder to say it out loud. Just before she could even say anything, Charlotte came bursting through the door.
"Montgomery you're needed at St. Ambrose," not seeing an immediate reaction from Addison, Charlotte let out a sigh. "Now."
"Elaborate Charlotte," Addison picked her purse up from the floor, not even remembering when she dropped it.
"A patient of yours, Lauren Black was taken into the ER just a few minutes ago, I just got the call. She was in a car accident and went right through the windshield. Her face is messed up pretty good but we have someone working on that. You need to get there now and deliver her baby. It's a miracle it even has a heart beat seeing what it went through, so if this baby has any chance, you're going to need to get there now," Charlotte told her with her stern, southern accent.
"Vi, cancel my patients," Addison managed as she threw her belongings in her purse, then running off to her office.
"I'm coming with you," Charlotte called out.
"Okay we're leaving now," Addison came back in with her scrub cap. She motioned for Charlotte, waving quickly to Violet before heading for the elevator.
With the traffic it took about twenty minutes to get there. Once they pulled in, they both rushed inside. Charlotte went one way and Addison went another to change into her scrubs. Once changed, she headed off to the ER to find her patient.
Just a couple doors away, she watched as nurses rushed in and out. "Get an OR ready now and prep her for surgery," she called out before one of the nurses stopped her.
"We already got an OR and we're bringing her there now to prep her for surgery."
"Excellent. Make sure there is another OR open, I'm going to need it available for her baby. This baby is seven weeks premature and I can only imagine that it is in critical condition."
"Oh we're not prepping for the c-section," the young nurse shook her head. "We're prepping for the skin graft."
The redhead raised a brow. "You're prepping for plastic surgery when she has a baby that needs to be delivered? This can't happen," just as she was about to continue, a couple nurses rolled out Lauren, her face so distorted that she couldn't even tell it was her. Biting her lip, she watched as they passed, rushing her into the OR. "I know it looks bad but we need to get the baby out first."
The girl shrugged her shoulders nervously. "We were ordered to do this first."
"And whose orders were these?" the redhead asked, her voice low and threatening. She looked the nurse straight in the eyes, practically smelling the fear.
"Mine."
Hearing an all too familiar voice, Addison looked in the direction of it, gasping speechlessly as from just a few yards away stood Mark Sloan.