AN: I do not own Grey's Anatomy, Private Practice or any of the characters. This is just for fun.

"Pete, remove your eyes from my girlfriend's ass or risk the potential harm to your baby-making-parts."

"Really, Addie? World known neonatal surgeon with board certificates in both OBGYN and Maternal and Fetal Medicine and that's the best you got?"

"Shut up, Coop." Addie smacked her hand gently against Pete's cheek, forcing his line of eye sigh away from the woman's backside.

"Addie, if you don't want me looking - you have to make her stop wearing stuff like that when she's here." The alternative medicine doctor licked his lips, forcing himself to look away. "And to stop bending over to help Dell."

"Or you just need to stop perving on my girlfriend," Addie spat back, her eyes lingering for a moment before she forced herself to look away as well. "Or," she mumbled quietly, "I need to tell my girlfriend to stop wearing that."

Naomi smirked as she walk in, leaning against the counter before looking at the three. "Let me guess, Meredith's choice of clothing.. or lack thereof?"

"What about the lack of Meredith's clothing?" Violet questioned as she made her entrance, her eyes quickly scanning the surrounding areas for said woman. "Oh. Right. Well..."

"See, Addie! It's not just me. Violet's staring now." Pete grinned triumphantly, nudging Coop to look at Violet.

"Violet, sweetie, you may want to close your mouth before a fly drops in." Cooper headed for the door, patting his friend on the shoulder as he passed by her.

"That's it, I'm taking my girlfriend home and away from you vultures!" Addison stomped her foot before hurrying out of the kitchen, quickly finding herself next to the source of all the commotion.

"She's so going home to get some," Pete muttered.

"Oh yeah," Violet agreed before grabbing a water from the fridge. "Lucky bitch."