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She goes through the most amazing emotions right before she gives in. First, there's the sexual tension. Everyone notices, even her sometimes. Then there's a strong emotion, like anger over some perceived wrong, that she is using to get close to you, then the internal battle as the attraction fights the knowledge of wrong. The looking up and down, the muscles tensing, the decision: to go for it or to walk away. Then, if she does give in, it's a predatory look to see who is watching and where the closest on-call room or broom closet or staircase is. If she gets to that stage, you're fucked. Literally.

She used to look at Mark like that, but she'd follow it up with the most painful look of self loathing in her eyes, as she slid out of his bed and back to her husband or later, her empty hotel room. She never loved him; to her it was more like an addiction. He was her illegal substance.

Next came Alex, but he ruined that after the first try. Sex in an on-call room followed by awkward avoidance and she actually attempted to start something. Then he turned her down. I can't believe he actually turned her down. From then on, the only thing she looked at him with was hurt.

And now there's me. I have no idea how she could possibly be attracted to me (I always thought she was straight), but she's starring as I walk by, fingers in her mouth, the whole shebang. She doesn't think I notice, but I don't know if I can take much more without throwing her on the on-call bed and showing her some predatory looks of my own.

I wonder, did she ever look at Derek like this?

Lately, I've been smiling as I pass her, hoping that I'll get one of her surgeries. Today, as Bailey is handing out assignments, she comes up to us.

"Can I take Grey?" she asks, not looking at me.

Bailey gives her a bit of a look before saying "Feel free."

I look back at Christina and made a face as I follow Addison down the hall. I talked to Christina earlier about what I am now calling The Addi Issue.

Addison turns to me and starts outlining the case. I try to concentrate on anything but the way her shirt stretches a bit over her chest, but my eyes are drawn to the curve of the top and the way her glasses sit, dragging it down just a bit further.

"Dr. Grey. I asked you a question." The smooth voice pulls me out of my reverie. "Something on your mind?" I can hear her smile in her voice.

"Um, no, sorry. Just a bit tired. Haven't had my coffee yet, or something." I look down at my shoes.

She smiles wider. "Maybe we should grab some. I sure could use the caffeine." She starts digging in her pocket for her wallet. For a moment, I'm afraid she'll send me to get it like Mark does. "Here, you read up on the case while I run and grab us coffee. What can I get you?"

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Joe's is empty tonight, or at least, empty of hospital staff that I recognize. Which is probably a good thing, since I'm downing beers like I don't have to work tomorrow. I have no idea why I'm here again, except that Derek still won't talk to me and now Addison's looking at me like I'm her next conquest. Oh, and Mark is still trying to seduce me into a true meeting of the "Dirty Mistresses Club".

Oh, shit. Look who just walked through the door. I turn away to try and hide, but the stunning redhead walks straight towards the empty seat next to me and orders a shot of tequila. She's taking them fast, one, two, three. Then she turns to me.

"Well, if it isn't Meredith Grey. Things not working out quite so well with my ex-husband?" Her voice slurs a bit, making me smile inside at how little she's had. She downs her next shot and orders refills for us both.

"Oh, and you're one to talk," I begin, my voice a mixture of anger, alcohol, and need. "Is there a single man at the hospital who hasn't turned you down?"

I can see that my barb hurts more then I meant it to as her eyes fill with unshed tears.

"God, Addi, I'm sorry." At the use of her nickname, she turns to stare at me. It's a confused, drunken stare, an asking stare, as if she could read my feelings from my eyes. And maybe she can, because she puts her hand on my thigh.

"Don't be. You're right. Guys were never my emotional strong suit." Her face betrays a deeper meaning to her words. "I guess they want me in bed, but never as an emotional attachment."

By that point even I am far too drunk to hide my emotions. I move my hand to her cheek and wipe a tear from beneath her eye. "I wouldn't know about the bed part, but I'd happily have you as my emotional attachment."

At that, she looks up at me abruptly, searching my face for any sign that I'm not serious. My hand, now softly caressing her face, feels her jaw muscles tighten and loosen as she fights the urge to kiss me. Then the signature predatory look around to make sure no one inappropriate is watching before she slides her hand around my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. The kiss is soft, exploring, and she tastes like tequila and her favorite raspberry chap stick.

We break apart slowly, and I lick my lips to try and savor the taste, partially afraid I'll never get to taste it again. When she sees that, she digs out a couple bills from her pockets and grabs my hand.

"Your place or mine?" she asks as she calls a cab.

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"Good morning, sleepyhead." The beautiful redhead in my bed wakes me with a kiss and a smile. "Sleep well last night?"

I smile in return as memories of the previous night fill my mind. "If I remember correctly, you really didn't let me get much sleep." I smile in return as I check the clock. "And as much as I'd like an encore performance, the two of us need to be at work soon, and it might look suspicious if we were both late."

She laughs as I grab her hand, pulling her off the bed. "I'm so glad I keep a spare outfit in my car." She says as she kisses me again. "So, can I use your shower?"

Her Cheshire Cat grin sends my blood pooling downward quickly. It's then that I realize exactly how little clothing we have on and how amazingly lucky I am to finally have her. As I feel my face stretch into a matching grin, she grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom.

In hindsight, I'm very glad none of my roommates were in the vicinity to see us walk between my room and the bathroom naked, but I'm not sure what did happen was much better. After one amazing shower, she headed back to my room to grab her clothes clad in one of my towels. I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth when I heard her yelp in surprise. Alex had come out of his room in his boxers, obviously headed to the bathroom and almost ran into her. When I rushed out to see what was going on, he had the best look of confusion on his face. Only once I ran over to forestall any arguments did it hit him exactly why Addison was in this house. He grinned as he walked to the bathroom.

Addi and I looked at each other as he walked away. She still had a bit of that residual hurt in her eyes, but she hid it well behind the smile and we couldn't help but burst out laughing. We laughed the whole way back to my room and only stopped laughing when I pressed my lips to hers one more time.

Izzy is sitting at the kitchen table when I come down. She is reading a magazine, but shoots me her not again look as I pour two cups of coffee. When I smile back at her, she looks slightly surprised, as I usually felt only regret the morning after. My smile grows wider as I look past her, and she turns to see who exactly made me smile like that. She probably expected that I had gotten Derek back, or maybe gave in to Mark, but the last person she expected was the Armani wearing redhead that smiled back at me from the hall.

"Hello Isobel." Addi says as she grabs the coffee and gives me a kiss on the cheek. When I turn away blushing, a slight hurt look flashes quickly though her eyes, followed by understanding. She steps away slightly and sips her coffee.

"Umm… Dr. Montgomery. How… nice to see you here." Izzy is smiling awkwardly and gathering her things. "I'm going to head out. See you… all… at work"

After she leaves, we turn to each other. I smile sheepishly. "Sorry," Unsure exactly what to say, I busy myself with putting our cups in the dishwasher.

Her hand on my arm stops my nervous fidgeting. "There's nothing to be sorry for. We're moving very fast for two people who were barely even friends. If you want, I'd love to give this, us, a try, but we can move at your pace."

My mouth drops open and I know I look like an idiot, but I just can't believe Addison Montgomery wants me, Meredith Grey, as her girlfriend.

"Yes, I do. Stop double guessing my words." She reads the disbelieving look that flashes through my eyes. "I will always say what I mean, and I will never give you reason to doubt. If I learned anything from the past, it was that."

Her reassuring smile makes me believe every word she says.

We decide to see where dating takes us, but for now our relationship isn't "out" yet. On the ride to work, we discover that neither of us like Derek's taste in music when she notices one of his favorite CD's in my CD holder. We put on some pop station and talk about favorite actors.

"Have you seen that show NCIS? It totally kicks CSI's butt. And that Ziva is totally hot!" Addi's carefree smile is infectious as she sways to the beat of whichever song is on.

"Actually I always had a thing for Jenny. It's the red hair." We laugh as I look over at her perfect long red hair. "I guess I have a type."

"Mmm… I don't mind." She leans back into my hand and smiles wider.

We pull into the hospital parking lot and I make sure nobody's nearby as I drop her by her car. "See you in there." I say, as she slides back into the professional persona I love to see.

The next time I see her is when I bump into her on my way to lunch. She grabs my hand and pulls me into the conveniently placed on-call room. "Hello," she says as she chastely kisses my lips. "I'd ask you to lunch, but we might cause a few heart attacks in a quite a few doctors." Our laughter filled the room.

"This is the most I've laughed since… since the whole Derek thing." I say. Then I realize who I just said that to. "Sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" Her lips on mine stop my babbling apologies. As the kiss deepens, we hear the doorknob turn.

We jump apart just in time. Mark Sloane, who has on more than one occasion been in this room with this woman, walks in completely unaware of what he just interrupted. "I'm sorry." He walks towards the other end of the room, his eyes on the floor. "I hope I didn't interrupt anything too important." The look he gives me is an open invitation, and he completely avoids looking at Addison. The look makes my face heat up as Addi glares at him and stalks out of the room. I hurry to follow, wanting to make plans to see her later.

"Hey," I say as I catch up to her, "Wanna do dinner later? Meet at my place at 7?"

"I would love to," she replies, smiling as she gets on the crowded elevator. "Can't wait"

The rest of the day dragged on and on. I was on scut, so it was all paperwork and coffee and thinking about later. I have never been good at relationships, so I have to admit that I'm scared. This is moving so fast, and that only helps to scare me more. After Derek, I didn't let anyone in and I thought I never would. But with Addi, it seems like we've known each other forever. This time, I don't want to mess things up.

I finally get out of the hospital around five. Racing home, I decide to take a quick shower and figure out where I'm taking her to dinner. Getting in the shower, I am reminded of this morning's activities, and I thank my lucky stars one more time for this chance.

Searching through my closet, I pull out my tight black pants and my favorite red v-neck blouse. Knowing I can't actually compete with Addison in the clothing department, and even less in shoes, I settle on a pair of black closed-toed flats that are both cute and comfy.

"Oh, shit!" I exclaim, checking my watch. Its 6:45 and I need to call around to see where we can get seats this late. Racing downstairs, I almost crash into Alex and Izzy, who are talking over their dinner. They must have gotten home after I got in the shower.

"Isn't someone all dressed up? Got a hot date tonight?" Alex teases and they both giggle at the thought of who my date is with.

"Guys, leave it. We're just going out, so leave it alone." I flip through the phone book to get the name of the cute little restaurant that I've been meaning to try. I book a table for two at 7:30. Just as I hang up the phone, I hear a confident knock on the front door.

The stunning vision that greets me at the door halts my nervous mind. Her black scoop-neck blouse shows just the right amount of skin, and her tan Armani pants hug every curve. And her black Jimmy Choo With a Twist stiletto sandals…

"I always wanted those shoes" I say, after a few minutes of absorbing the perfect view.

"Thanks. They were a splurge, my bad habit." She returns the look, and smiles when she notices my flats. She steps towards me and slides her hand loosely around my neck. As she leans down for a kiss, my hands find her hips and there we stand until the sound of Alex clearing his throat snaps us back to reality. Addison slides her hand in mine and walks into the kitchen.

"Alex, Isobel, how are you?" She smiles sweetly at my roommates.

"Dr. Montgomery" Izzy begins

"Please, call me Addison." She replies

"Addi, we should go." I say, tugging at her hand. "I made reservations for seven thirty and we don't want to be late." She waves goodbye to Izzy and Alex, and leads me out the door.

"Where are we going?" She asks as we hop in my car.

"Just a little place, downtown. I hope you like it." I slide into the driver's seat and pull out. I'm not sure what I should say, so I say "So… do you wanna listen to some music? Or something?"

She grins at me and starts looking through my CD collection. "This is a pretty big variety." She picks one and puts it in. "Do you like one kind the most, or are you one of those any kind women?"

"Oh, I'm extremely flexible." I reply, flashing her a grin of my own. I like this easy banter between us. Its something I've never had on a first date.

We get to the restaurant just in time. It's an upscale place, but not too much. I wanted her to be comfortable, but to feel special too. We sit down and I order a bottle of wine, her favorite Pink Zin, and continue chatting comfortably.

"So, did you see Tuesday's episode of NCIS? I can't believe Tony and Jeanne are moving in together. And he's become so expressive with his feelings." We get into an animated discussion on how realistic some TV characters can be. We transition from there into a discussion on music and Hollywood, our favorite actors and movies and singers. By the time we finish debating our favorite screw-the-world songs our dinner has arrived.