DICLAIMER: I don't own any of the Private Practice characters.


"No junk food, no staying out past curfew, no skipping homework, no-"

"Naomi," Sam said, gently pulling his ex wife away from their daughter Maya who appeared suffocated by her mother's embrace. "It's one night. Maya's a big girl and Addison is more than capable of taking care of her."

"Sorry," Naomi said guiltily, standing up straight. She looked at Addison. "I'm not saying you can't look after her. She's just my baby and –"

"Mom!" Maya protested. "I'm nearly fourteen."

"She'll be fine," Addison said with a smile. "Wont you, kiddo?" Maya smiled.

"Yes she will be," Sam said looking at his watch. "If we don't leave now we're gonna miss our flight."

"Okay," Naomi said. She gave Maya a kiss and a hug and hugged Addison. Sam gave Maya a hug.

"Call us if there are any problems," he said as they headed out the door.

"Freedom!" Maya said, throwing her arms up in the air, as her parents got into a waiting taxi headed for the airport where they would board a plane to Boston for a medical conference. It would be a whirlwind trip; they would only spend one night in Boston in between seminars, meetings and meet and greets before heading back to LA the next day to be back in the office by Monday.

"So," Addison said. "It's Saturday. I'm not working, you're not at school. What do you wanna do?"

"Shopping!" Maya said with a grin.

"Sounds good to me," Addison said, grabbing her keys. She had secretly been looking forward to this weekend for a long time. Maya was the closest thing she had to a daughter and she loved her unconditionally.


Three hours later Addison and Maya sat in the food court at the mall, shopping bags surrounding them. Maya finished her burger and pulled out a strappy shirt that she had bought that day.

"I think I'll wear this tonight," she said with a smile. "Before Mom makes me take it back."

"Why would she make you take it back?" Addison asked. Maya pointed at the neckline. "It's not that bad."

"Do you know my mother? Maya asked.

"Valid point," Addison said, conceding.

"Ugh, why cant Mom be more like you?" Maya asked.

"Maya, your mother lo- wait… you said you were gonna wear it tonight. Where are you going?"

"I told you. I'm going out with friends."

"You what?" Addison asked. "You never told me that. I'd planned a girls night in."

"Sorry," Maya said. "But I've really been looking forward to this."

"Do your parents know you're going out?" Addison asked.

"Yeah of course," Maya replied. "It's just to the movies. Can you drive me?" Addison sighed.

"Alright," she replied. "I have an article to write anyway." She looked disappointed.

"What?" Maya asked.

"Nothing," Addison said with a smile. "Let's go home."


At 6:45pm Addison checked her watch.

"Maya!" she called out. "Are you nearly ready? You're gonna miss your movie."

"Coming!" Maya shouted back. Addison yawned, leaning against the wall. They had spent the afternoon experimenting with make up and hair styles and looking through magazines. Addison felt more worn out by the girl talk than she did after a full patient load at work.

"Wow!" Addison said as she saw Maya emerge from the hallway. Her hair had been straightened and she had on make up that made her face glow. She was dressed in dark denim jeans, the red strappy top that she had bought earlier that day and a pair of Addison's red high heals.

"Is it okay if I borrow these?" Maya asked. Addison nodded.

"You look amazing," she said. Addison remembered that she was looking at Naomi's thirteen year old daughter. "Hang on a second," Addison said. She went into her bedroom and pulled a fashionable black jacket from the wardrobe. She took some tissues from her bedside table and headed back out to the hall where Maya was waiting. Addison began removing some of Maya's eye make up with the tissues.

"What are you doing?" Maya asked. "I spent ages on that."

"And it looks great if you're twenty one," Addison said. "I'm just taking a bit off. I don't want you looking older than you are. You're only thirteen." She handed Maya the jacket. Maya looked confused. "And I don't want every boy that sees you to think that you're available."

"I am available," Maya said.

"No, you're not," Addison said. "Put it on." Maya looked at the jacket. "It's Prada," Addison said with a smile, hoping to entice her. This seemed to work. Maya put the jacket on and Addison did all of the buttons up. "Beautiful!" Addison said. "Let's go."


"Do you see your friends?" Addison asked when they reached the movie theatre. Maya scanned the crowd.

"There," she said pointing.
"Alright, I'll find a park," Addison said. Maya looked as though she was going to argue for a moment but held back. She took her phone and started texting. "You're gonna miss the movie," Addison said as they walked through the car park as Maya sent text messages.

"I'm coming," Maya said, catching up. They reached the small group of kids. "This is Addison," Maya said introducing her to her friends. "My Mom's friend."

"Hi," Addison said with a smile. They looked like a good bunch of kids. "Do you know what time the movie finishes?"

"It finishes around ten thirty," one of the girls said.

"Okay," Addison said, looking at her watch. "Long movie," she said to herself. Maya's curfew was ten. What's half an hour? Addison thought to herself. "I'll be back then. Behave."

"I can take her home," one girl spoke up. "I'm Giselle's sister." Addison looked the tall girl up and down. "Giselle's not allowed to stay out past ten so I have to go too. I live in the same area as Maya's staying."

"How long have you had your license?" Addison asked.

"Two years," the girl replied.

"And have you ever been in an accident?" Maya looked embarrassed.

"No, ma'am." Addison decided that the girl looked responsible enough.

"Okay," Addison said. "That'd be great. Please bring her straight home."


Addison sat in front of her laptop at the dining room table. She was nearly finished her third glass of red wine. She sleepily read over the two thousand words of the six thousand word genetics article to be published in a major national medical journal. Addison yawned and struggled to keep her eyes open. She looked at her watch. It was 10:02pm. She sleepily pushed the laptop further back on the table and rested her head.

Addison was awoken by the sound of someone pounding on the window. She woke with a fright. She checked her laptop screen, hoping that somehow the article had miraculously written itself. The knocking started again.

"Alright!" she said, tired and annoyed. She saw Pete standing at the kitchen window, a smug smile on his face. She walked to the front door and met him there.

"You look… unforgettable," he said, smiling at Addison's messed up hair, puffy eyes, sweat pants and Yankee's T shirt.

"Wipe that smile off your face," Addison mumbled. "Do you want to come in?" she asked yawning. Pete shrugged.

"I was just going for a drive… you know… around… and I saw your light on. Just wanted to make sure that everything was alright."

"Why wouldn't it be?" Addison asked, yawning again.

"I thought you would be in bed by now. Don't you have Maya?"

"I'm working on my article," Addison said. "Did Naomi send you to check up on me?" Pete shook his head. "Maya's at the movies with friends."

"This late?" Pete asked, puzzled. Addison looked confused for a moment. She checked her watch. It was 1:14am.

"Shit!" Addison said. She looked up at Pete. "I fell asleep. She was being brought home at ten thirty."

"Don't panic," Pete said. "Does she have a key?" Addison nodded. "Well maybe she's already home and just didn't want to wake you." He stepped into the house.

"You're right," Addison said, she ran up the stairs and into the guest room. There was no sign of Maya. "Maya!" she shouted out, checking every room upstairs.

"Maya!" Pete called out, checking the rooms downstairs. He picked Addison's cell phone up off the table and checked it for missed calls and text messages. There was nothing.

"She's not here," Addison said, worried, as she descended the staircase quickly. Her cell phone started to ring. "Oh thank God!" she said, relieved.

"It's Naomi," Pete said, watching the incoming call on the screen. Addison looked panicked for a moment. Then she composed herself and took the phone from Pete.

"Hi, Nay," she said.

"Sorry to call so late. We're at this ball. I managed to get away for a moment," Naomi said. "So did you girls have a good day?"

"Yeah," Addison said, trying to hide her concern. "We did. Just the two of us."

"How's Maya?"

"She's good," Addison said. She watched as Pete searched through the list of phone numbers in a notebook that she kept on the kitchen bench. When he found Maya's cell phone number he dialed it from the land line. His face fell and he looked at Addison, concerned. "Nay- I have to go," Addison said, cutting off Naomi, who was telling Addison all about the hotel.

"Why?" Naomi asked. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," Addison answered. "Pete's here."

"Oh," Naomi said, teasing. Addison could tell that she was smiling.

"Bye." Addison hung up the phone.

"Her phone's turned off," Pete said.

"Crap," Addison said, pacing back and forth. "I have to go look for her."

"I'll drive you," Pete said, noticing the open wine bottle on the table. "Let's go."