Staring straight into Mark's blue-grey eyes, Addison tried to think of something to say. She had much to say actually, but whenever she opened her mouth to speak, no words came out. Having Mark stand so close to her made it impossible to speak. She wanted to yell. Hell, she wanted to yell and scream and maybe even hit him. No one messed with Addison Montgomery or her patients, and if it were just a couple years ago, she would have been beating the crap out of him both physically and emotionally. She just couldn't do it though because at the same time she wanted to run into his arms and ask him to never leave her sight again, but she couldn't open up so fast and show the weaker side of her just yet. So what was there to do? Just stand there with a blank look until something logical popped into her mind.

"Surprised?" he finally decided to speak, seeing how Addison couldn't say a single word, a grin pulling from his lips.

For some reason, hearing his voice and seeing the grin on her face triggered something and in an instant she was the old Addison again. "You think? What the hell are you trying to do with my patient Sloan?" hearing nothing come from his mouth, she raised a brow, impatiently. "Stop with that smirk of yours and answer me already."

Seeing how serious she was, Mark couldn't help but chuckle, which a part of Addison actually wanted to laugh with him. It's been so long since she heard that laugh and though she couldn't give in. If he was laughing at anything else it would be a different story but this was a patient which Addison took dead seriously.

"God damn it Mark," she muttered, giving up and starting to walk past him but quickly, he reached out and grabbed her arm and gently brought a free hand to her chin, tilting her face so that they were looking each other in the eyes. "Mark, there's a patient that is in the OR and I need to get there to help her now."

"I don't think so," he told both seriously, yet teasingly at the same time. She didn't know how he managed that. It was one of the many wonders of Mark Sloan. Having him so close, feeling his hot breath on her skin, she had to fight herself to stay professional even though as usual, he lost all sense of it. "Not only is she your patient, but she's mine now too. And I made the decision first; therefore, I'm going in."

"Maybe you did make it here first, and by the way, I'm really wondering how you made it here before considering the fact that you don't live here. Shouldn't you be in Seattle giving self a self conscious woman a new nose or something?" she had to get in her one smart remark and seeing the toothy grin on Mark's face, she almost cracked, but she just managed to keep the look on her face stern and cold as ice. "And you know what? You're right; she is your patient now too. But you want to know the part you're forgetting? She's a carrying a baby and that baby is my patient. Two for one Mark. I'm going up first."

Trying to break free of his grasp, he held on a little tighter. Not enough to hurt her, but he was much stronger than she was. She always seemed to forget that.

"I thought you wanted me here," he looked down at her, into her eyes as though he'd find the answer there but as usual, Addison was trying to suppress herself. "I probably should be in Seattle, but I went in and put in for some time off to be here. I got off the plane and my phone was blowing up with voicemails from the chief asking me to handle this case since I was here. I didn't want to, but then he told me she was your patient and I couldn't possibly say no after that. Meeting up with you like this seemed more fun then just showing up at your door."

"So this is a game to you?"

"Addison, I was kidding. I wanted to help the patient and you weren't here and I was just sitting around, watching her in pain and I needed to do something. I actually didn't know she was your patient until I heard that you entered the building."

The redhead tried to make another attempt to break away from his grasp but failed. "Okay, okay, I believe you Mark."

"Okay, that's good," he held her face in his other hand and it was obvious that Addison wasn't as strong as she used to be around him. She wasn't swatting his hand away and telling him not to touch her. But still, she wasn't saying what he wanted to hear. "Are you happy I'm here?" he asked, whether she was the type to open up like that or not, he wanted an answer.

"Mark," whispered his name softly, bringing her hand up to take his in her own. As she pulled his hand from her face, she smiled at the feeling of his fingers brushing along her skin. "I'm happy you're here. If I didn't want you here I wouldn't have texted you in the first place. I missed being around you. But I swear to god Mark, if you don't let me have that OR now, I'm telling Charlotte and let me tell you, she's a scary woman."

Releasing her arm, Mark shrugged his shoulder. "Oh I'm not scared of her."

She grinned. "Bad mistake there Sloan. You don't know her."

"Oh, Addie."

"What?"

"You and me later, we have a lot of catching up to do."

The redhead offered a weak smile, wondering if he was changing the subject as a way to trick her, but then she realized that he was seriously trying to make plans with her. "I live on the beach, we should take a walk around and then I can show you my house," she winked playfully, a chuckle escaping her lips as Mark smiled from ear to ear. "Does that sound good?"

Taking his free hand, he placed it on the small of Addison's back, leaning in closer and instead of going for his lips as he normally did; he pressed his lips to her forehead, smiling against her skin. "That sounds perfect. I can't wait Red."

She looked up at him, grinning as he used his little nickname for her. It never got to her the way it did now. "Neither can I," she knew that he was just as surprised hearing that as she was to actually say it. She wasn't exactly that open with him. If she wanted him, she tried to not give into temptation and aside from a few sexual slips; she's done pretty well over the years. He wanted more a while ago and though she did too, her trust issues stood between them and now she just wished she could go back in time before she left for L.A. so she could possibly bring him with her. She'd never change the fact that she came, but if she could, she'd change that she left him behind.

"Damn Addie," they looked each other in the eyes. "You want me," he flashed a toothy grin.

Unable to deny it, Addison flashed her signature crooked smirk. "We have two lives waiting on us," she told him before breaking away from him and walking in the opposite direction of him. Just to keep his eyes locked on her, she walked the best strut she could manage and Addison Montgomery's strut was enough to get absolutely anyone's attention. Without looking over her shoulder, she called out to him. "You coming Sloan?"

"Yeah," he absentmindedly answered, his eyes scanning her perfect body. Oddly enough, no one appreciated her body as much as Mark Sloan did. He was a complete manwhore but when it came to Addison, she was much more than a girl he could easily lure into his bed. She was the only girl that he's ever really had strong feelings for and even managed to hold his attention since the day they met in med school. "I'm just… following from behind."

"You would."

"Damn straight I would."

"Enjoying the view?"

"Damn straight."

Addison couldn't hide the smile even if her life depended on it. From the moment she started talking to Mark again, she almost felt like a new person. No, she still felt like Addison, but better. The new and improved Addison Montgomery. It was odd to think that Mark of all people made her feel like that, but now that he was here she didn't want him to go back to Seattle. It was so easy for her to be around him and joke around, yet at the very same time be serious.

As she reached the OR, she was about to walk in when Mark once again reached out for her arm. Turning around to face him, she looked up at him, waiting for him to speak. But instead of speaking, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, pulling her into a soft kiss.

Though it caught her off guard, she wrapped her arms around his neck as she felt his hands on her waist and returned the kiss slowly and passionately. It was different from any of their kisses before. Normally they were hot and rough because the only time she'd allow herself to kiss him was when she was about to have sex with him. They were famous for their affairs back in the day when Addison was screwed up in the head from her strained relationship with Derek that was heading into divorce even though then, she was in denial and sleeping with his best friend.

After the divorce she had her occasional slips. She knew that Mark wanted more but again, she didn't trust him enough to give him more so anything they did together was always hot and rough. She never allowed it to be gentle, passionate and meaningful because that would just be asking for her to get her heart broken again by a man that had great potential to do so.

Now here she was wrapped up in his arms, unable to part her lips from his in this sensual, intoxicating kiss that was so new to her and she hoped that it wasn't the last time she'd be experiencing it with him.

"Montgomery. Sloan."

Reluctantly, they both broke from the kiss and looked over in the direction of the voice that carried a thick southern accent.

"I suggest you stop macking it up over there and Montgomery; you get that baby out and stabalize it and Sloan; get the skin off that woman's ass and save her face."

They both watched as she walked away.

"Damn," Mark muttered. "She is scary."

Addison looked up at him, chuckling softly. "Told you so," she told him childishly.

"Go save that baby," he told her before pecking her lips one last time.

Addison wanted to say something, just to make sure it was well known that she had defeated him, but for once she didn't want to be petty. "Of course I will. I'm Addison Montgomery."

But she could be cockly.

Pulling away from him, she winked at him before walking into the OR to get to work.