She was beautiful, perfectly endowed with long, velvety red curls, a flawless skin complexion, and depthless cobalt eyes. She had eyes that you could get lost in, beauty that you could drown in. But what am I saying? She's my ex-husband's soon to be ex-wife! Sure, I have a tendency for midnight rendezvous with female strangers but this female; this one was dangerous on all kinds of levels.

"Dr. Grey," Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd said, pulling me from my thoughts of her. "Are you okay? Dr. Grey? Dr. Grey?! Meredith!"

"Hmm, what," I mumbled out, looking up at her through my eye lashes and trying not to show any emotion on my face.

"You were distracted, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Is it hard for you to be around me," Addison asked, looking up at me from her charts. The look that crossed her face was something akin to sorrow and my immediate thought was that her face should never be marred like that again. "I know that Derek and I didn't work out and that still, is it hard for you to be around me?"

"Why did you stick around," I gasped out, not knowing where I got the courage to blurt out my most pressing question.

"Why did I stick around? I don't know, actually. I feel like I should hate it here but I still feel this pull, this strange, inevitable pull that tethers me here. It feels right, and I don't really have anywhere else to go. Why do you stick around?"

"Same thing, I have nowhere else to go."

"I heard that you grew up here."

"Right here, in this hospital."

"In the hospital?"

"My mother was a surgeon here; I spent my childhood waiting for her to finish surgeries. You didn't know?"

"I knew that you were Ellis Grey's daughter I was just choosing to ignore it. It doesn't matter who your parents are, it matters who you are."

"…thank you."

"What for," she said, closing the chart in her hand and walking, motioning for me to follow.

"For treating me like a normal human being, people don't usually do that."

"I understand how you feel; I was married to the country's best neurosurgeon."

We came upon a patient room filled to the brim with people. People were everywhere, moving quickly and talking loudly but it was the strangest thing, the woman in the bed with the ballooned belly was sitting there calmly reading a book, as if she couldn't hear the commotion. The bewildered look on my face must have clued Addison in to my utter confusion.

"She's deaf, no matter how loud they are she won't hear them," she whispered close in my ear, tickling my neck and sending shivers down my spine. She stood up straight, once more taking on her impeccable posture, and went farther into the room, catching the attention of its occupants. "Dr. Grey, would you care to present?"

"Amelia Morrison," I started, watching in awe as a young boy about nine translated to her. "Age 36, 31 weeks pregnant with twins who present with thoragapogos, conjoined twins."

"Very good, Dr. Grey. Now Amelia, we are going to keep those boys in as long as possible and so far it's looking good. Do you have any questions?"

"She wants to know how much longer you think they'll be in there," the boy asked after watching his mother sign something.

"I'm hoping another couple of weeks but it may only be a week before a C-section is necessary. If you have any other questions, anything at all, just have the nurse page me."

"Thanks, Dr. Montgomery."

"This is an impressive case," I said as we walked through the cafeteria line. "How'd you find it?"

"It found me," Addison smiled at me, sitting down next to me at a table. It was weird, I knew that everyone would freak when they saw but I didn't care. She was my boss and we were talking about a case. "I was sitting in my office one day when Amelia marched in and handed me a note, demanding my services. I knew right then and there that I liked her."

"Have you ever seen a case like this?"

"I've seen a few but they hardly ever make it. I hope that I've perfected it because they're good people."

"The likable ones always are…"