Okay, here is the last chapter and quite possibly my favorite ever.



Derek checked his pager. This was definitely the room he was paged too. He also knew that this was a private room reserved for one of Mark's patients, and it was currently empty.


He walked through the door and looked around. The lights were out, the curtains were drawn, but it was the middle of the morning so the room was still bright.

The door closed quietly behind him and he instantly felt a pair of arms encircle his chest and start unbuttoning his shirt.

"Hi," he chuckled.

"Happy Birthday," she whispered, nuzzling her lips against his earlobe.

"Umm, what are you doing?"

"What does it seem like I'm doing?"

"Seems like you are trying to get us in a lot of trouble."

"It's your birthday," she nipped at his neck, rather hard, "We are exempt."

"I'm exempt, you can still get in trouble. " he moved away and turned to look at her, "What are you wearing?"

Addison smiled a struck a pose, "It's your birthday present."

"It's your lab coat."

She narrowed her eyes and lowered her voice, "Well you have to unwrap it."

"Mmm," he leaned against the bed and crossed his arms "Go ahead."

She smiled at him and reached for the first button, undoing it agonizingly slow. Forty-five seconds later she had barely moved on to the second one.

"Ok," he groaned impatient, "Come here." Within seconds he had all the buttons undone, he held her at arms length and admired, "Happy Birthday to me."

"Do you like it?" She placed a hand on her hip, showing off her navy sheer, lacy, barely-there ensemble and her extremely sexy heels.

"Were you wandering around the hospital like that?"

"I had it buttoned up."

"You are going to be fired by the end of the day."

"Then you better make this worth it," she murmured nipping at his lower lip.

"Is that a challenge?" he questioned, letting her push him back further onto the bed.

"Yes," she laughed as he grabbed the back of her legs and dragged her with him, almost causing them both to loose their balanced.

"I like these beds," Derek murmured against her lips, attempting to simultaneously push her lab coat off her shoulders and gather it at her waist.

Addison struggled against the coat, Derek's impatience was just incapacitating her arms, and she was having a hard time balancing on her knees, "We should play with the different settings later," she teased as she finally freed an arm and used it to balance herself against the bed, conveniently already in an upright position.

The door swung open.

Derek and Addison froze, and then glanced guiltily at the door.

Mark stared at them a moment before smirking, "I thought that 40 was golf clubs not redheads, I'm going to have to make some returns," he shook his head and reached for the doorknob, "No, don't get up, I'll just lock this for you," he smirked again, bowing out of the room.


"Happy birthday," Meredith grinned and kissed him softly.

"Thank you," Derek kissed her again and went back to changing.

"So, I was thinking I would take you out to dinner tonight." Meredith suggested coquettishly, picking up the sweater he dropped on the floor. Confusion clouded her features for a moment as she noticed an unfamiliar scent mingled with his cologne.

"Where do you want to go?" Derek spoke quickly, breaking her concentration.

"How about I make reservations and surprise you?" she teased as she folded the sweater and handed it back to him.

"I'm looking forward to it." he smiled at her and brushed some hair out of her face.

"Okay," she grinned, "I'm making early reservations so we can do something special for dessert."

Derek's face lit up at the idea as he watched her back out of the room. Chuckling to himself he finished dressing and crossed over to the door to the women's showers. "Addison?" he called knocking on the door.

"Yeah?" she called back.

He opened the door an inch so she could hear him better. "Don't put on that perfume okay."

She was silent a moment. "Seriously?"

"Come on, Addison. It's either that or I go to the dry cleaner everytime I see you."

"Fine," she gave in dejectedly.

"Thanks," he paused, "Are you mad?"

"No," she turned off the water and wrapped a towel around her before going over to stand on the other side of the door from him, "I just sometimes forget that I'm sharing you. I forget that it's not just us, and then you ask me no to wear perfume and I remember that you aren't really mine."


"Now you've found that persons thats right, But your spouse won't go without a fight?" Izzie sang under her breath.

Meredith and Cristina exchanged looks and smiled, but kept silent.

Izzie continued singing her 50's inspired jingle " Call James Addams, Attorney at Law,

We promise that you won't take the fall. So have your torrid affairs, Without a care."

Cristina burst out laughing. "What are you singing?"

Izzie blushed, "It's in my head," she whined, "It's been like 3 days. It's just so damn catchy."

"That's a real song?" Meredith laughed, "That's horrible."

"It's a commercial. I hate it. Hate it. It's on all the time."

"Really?" Cristina pushed, "I've never heard it. And all I do lately is watch TV. Callie is oddly loud."

"Oddly? I always assumed she'd be a screamer," Meredith chewed the end of her pen pensively.

"No. Not a screamer. More like an animalistic grunter. It's weird. Hence, the TV."

Izzie continued to hum her jingle.

"Sing the torrid affair part again," Meredith requested with a grin, "It's my favorite part."

Izzie laughed, "So have your torrid affairs, Without a care. Just remember : a-d-d-a-m-e-s. We'll get you out without a mess, Call: 2-3-3-2-6-3-7. 2-3-3-2-6-3-7. 2-3-3-2-6-3-7"

Meredith fell silent. 2-3-3… 2-3-3…

" Just remember : a-d-d-a-m-e-s. We'll get you out without a mess."

"Oh my God," Meredith's hand flew up to cover her mouth. Her mind was starting to spin and her stomach felt like it was full of bile and a very heavy rock. "Cris. phone."

Cristina handed Meredith her cell phone and continued to joke around with Izzie.

Meredith stared hard at the keypad. A-2, D-3, D-3, 0-5, R-7, E-3… Addore- 233573. JADDORE 5233573.

She carefully, her hands were shaking violently, dialed Derek's pager number, then the familiar 'wrong number' she had been seeing on his pager for years now.

She closed her eyes and prayed she was wrong.

10 feet away Addison's cell rang and she answered it with a quick glance at the Caller ID and a smile. "Hi. –– No. I didn't… weird. My phone must page you automatically now. –– No. I'm not busy. Want to have lunch? –– No, actual lunch. Food." She glanced around, turning away when she saw Meredith standing nearby. "I've got to go. –– Yup. I'll see you later." She flipped her phone closed and gave Meredith a friendly smile before disappearing down the hall.

"Cristina? I'm going to throw up."


"Okay," Cristina paced back and forth. "We need proof."

Meredith shook her head. "I don't need it. I know." Her head was spinning so fast she didn't even know what she was agreeing too.

"We should go through this locker, follow him. We should ask Alex if he knows anything."

"Alex left already," Izzie said quietly, "With Callie. For that thing," she looked at Cristina earnestly.

Cristina spun the dial on Derek's locker carefully then slowly back and forth until the lock clicked open.

"How did you do that?" Izzie asked in awe.

"My mother used to lock up the liquor," Cristina flung open the door, "Okay. Let's do this."

"Actually," Izzie looked at Meredith apologetically, "I might know something."

"What?'" Cristina demanded.

"Well, for awhile, like a long time ago, I kinda thought that maybe… but then I followed her one day and they just played scrabble so… "

"Why did you think that they were?"

"Well, Callie said something about Meredith and Derek almost catching her and Mark that time, but I had been with Meredith and it was Addison that told me where Mark was so…"

"And you didn't say anything?"

"I didn't know if there was anything to tell, thats why I followed her. And then Meredith was pregnant so it seemed better not to say anything."

"Shit Izzie. That Halloween bullshit was 2 years ago."

"I know!" Izzie exclaimed bouncing around and shaking her hands, "But they played scrabble and then she left for New York for the weekend."

"Did you follow her when she left?"


"Then how do you know she really left and didn't just pop over to the corner store for a giant box of condoms so she could screw Meredith's boyfriend all weekend?"

"I don't know," Izzie continued to move around frantically, walking circles around Meredith who was sitting dumbly on the bench, "I don't know."

Cristina shook her head in frustration, "Okay," she started pulling things out of the locker. "Toiletries, hair stuff, more hair stuff… okay –– did you ever thing he might be gay?"

"Cristina!" Izzie exclaimed.

"Sorry," Cristina tugged a bag out of the bottom of the locker, "Gym stuff, no, tennis stuff. Does McUnfaithful play tennis?"

Meredith shook her head, understanding still slowly filtering from her brain to her heart, "Addison does."

Izzie and Cristina exchanged looks. Izzie sat down on the bench beside Meredith and tentatively put her arm around her. Meredith didn't even seem to notice.

Cristina kept rummaging through his locker. She found nothing especially convicting, cologne, some pictures of Meredith, a schedule of who was on call, surgical journals. And a picture of Addison holding a puppy. She held up the picture.

"That could be nothing," Izzie said unconvincingly, "You showed me that picture a few months ago, remember, when you were going through their picture albums? It's a nice picture of her. It probably just got left behind when you were putting things back in the album and he didn't want to loose it."

Meredith stood and walked over to stand in front of Derek's open locker door. "Can you open Addison's locker," she requested dully as she reached for Derek's sweater. She studied it for a moment then brought it to her face and inhaled deeply. "Pass me the perfume on the top shelf." She stared at them both for a moment and then handed them to Cristina, "Is that the same?"

Cristina tentatively sniffed the perfume and then the sweater, "I'm sorry Mer."

"I paged him with that word. J'Addore. He called Addison," her voice broke, "I need to go somewhere and cry."


Addison slipped her scrub top over her head and stood in front of the window for a long moment letting the cold air cool her skin after a long and stressful surgery.

"Hey," Derek walked through the door and sat on the lower bunk, "I was waiting for you to get out of the OR. I want to talk to you."

"Not now, I'm over it," she smiled unconvincingly, "And now I'm going to take a nap and then go over to your place to decorate for your surprise party."

"You suck at surprises."

"I think we have enough surprises in our day to day life without adding parties to that list."

Derek chuckled, "Come here." he reached out for her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his lips lightly to her navel he then looked up at her, "When am I getting my birthday present?"

She chuckled, "I don't know, it's getting kinda late now. I thought I'd be nice and let Meredith have you for the night."

"That's not fair," he grumbled, "Tease."

"Hey, I tried this morning," she leaned down and kissed him, "Your best friend ruined it."

He sighed and tugged at the side of her scrubs so he could see the edge of his birthday panties against her hip.

"Although, we could just do other stuff…"

"Like what?"

" I dunno," she teased sliding down to sit on his knee, "What do you want, birthday boy?"


George backed further into his corner between the printer and a tall stack of files. He wasn't hiding exactly, but he was working with Heron-Sloan on a case and she was in a spectacularly bad mood. He'd heard rumours that she was pregnant, so maybe it was hormones, but he had no intention of running into her between now and when she left for the day, which his watch told him was 10 minutes from now. Plus, her husband was standing just on the other side of a cart of medical supplies and George didn't want him telling his wife where to find him.

"Are you ready to go?"

George heard Sydney's voice and shrank back even more.


"Okay. We just need to grab Addison, she taking a nap."

George heard a door open.

"Oh God. Hi…. Don't worry I'm not looking. In fact, I think I'm blind."

George craned his neck to see, but couldn't see past Sydney standing in the doorway.

"She's going to take her own car," Sydney told Mark moments later, "Once she finishes up in there. I just saw more of Derek then I ever wanted too."

"Did you lock the door? Because I walked in on them this morning, and since we're both leaving they may not be so lucky next time."

"I'm not enabling them today."

"Grumpy," Mark teased, "Let's go."

George sat for a long moment staring blankly straight head.

"Locks are so simple."

George shrank back again as he heard Addison and Derek emerge from the on-call room.

"And yet we always forget them."

"Which is why we have rules about the hospital." There was a slight pause, 'Okay, I'm going to pick up Geoffrey, and I'll see you at your party."

George stood suddenly, but they were gone.

He tried to speak but no sounds came out.



"Meredith," Cristina tightened her grip on Meredith's waist, "Come on. I'm going to take you home. You need to shower."

Meredith trembled, her knee's giving out slightly.

"Where are your key's? Mer, come on people are going to think you're drunk."

"I don't care," Meredith cried, "I wish I was. I can't… why…. he…" She tore herself away from Cristina and marched determinedly across the parking lot, digging through her purse as she went.

"I don't think so," Cristina jogged after her, "You aren't driving. You're a mess."

"I'm fine," Meredith protested slumping against her car.

"You've cried so much you've thrown up. Twice. Give me your purse." Cristina ripped the bag out of Meredith's hand and watched her slump to the ground and rest her head against the tire.

"Hey," George ran over, stopping short when he saw Meredith sitting on the ground crying, "What's wrong."

"What do you want George?" Cristina continued to search for the keys.

"I just… I saw… heard, something and I ––" he looked at Meredith uncertainly, "Someone walked in on Dr. Montgomery and Derek in an on-call room… doing… you know… "

Meredith instantly started to sob, crumpling into herself and laying completely on the ground.

"Christ," Cristina exclaimed, finally finding the keys, "I just want to key that arrogant assholes car," she stared at Derek's car, parked right next too Meredith's, her grip tightened on the keys.

Meredith began to gasp, her sobs preventing her from breathing. Cristina knelt next to her and carefully lifted her from the ground and leaned against the car with her, her arms around her.

"It's hurts," Meredith sobbed, clutching her chest.

"I know," Cristina soothed as she rubbed her back.

"Meredith? Meredith! What's wrong?" Derek appeared from no where and moved in to lift her into his arms.

Meredith instantly flew into a rage. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" she screamed, pushing him away from her and accidently elbowing Cristina in the eye, "YOU BASTARD! YOU… YOU… " she pushed her self off the ground, "YOU SLEPT WITH HER!" she screamed her voice becoming shrill.

Derek took a step back with the accusation. "What are you talking about?" he asked calmly, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

"I KNOW! I KNOW! I KNOW YOU WERE WITH HER! I HATE YOU! THOSE STUPID PAGES AND THE PERFUME AND…" she grabbed her keys from where they had fallen to the ground, "GEORGE SAW YOU WITH HER!" she screamed.

"Meredith," Derek grabbed her arm, "Let me explain––"

"LET GO OF ME!" Meredith pulled her arm forcefully from his grasp and threw open the door of her car, closing and locking it before anyone had time to stop her. She hit the steering wheel hard with her fists still screaming and crying before finally fitting the key and the ignition.

"MEREDITH!" Derek yelled banging on the windows, "MEREDITH OPEN THE DOOR!"

She threw the car in reverse and barely missed a car parked behind her. Speeding out of the parking lot she jumped the curb turning towards home.

"Shit," Derek exclaimed under his breath. Within seconds he was in his car and chasing after her.


"Do you think we have enough decorations?" Addison tied off the end of a balloon and handed it to Callie who was standing above her on a ladder.

"Alex delegated decorations to Sydney, so now Meredith's living room looks like the inside of a confetti cannon," Callie batted some streamers out of her face, "Hey, is it true that she's pregnant?"

"Uhuh," Addison nodded and handed her another balloon, "3 months."

"Those twins are barely a year old."

"Yeah," Addison smiled as Geoffrey joined them, "I think that breast-feeding as birth control failed the Sloans."

"Well, they look happy," Geoffrey smiled at Sydney and Mark who were setting out the food but mostly helping themselves to samples, "Alex and I are finally done with the streamers."

"What other gossip am I missing," Callie asked.

"Well, if you and Alex would come up for air once in awhile, you'd know." Addison teased as her phone rang.

"It's all we have in common. I don't get why you like him so much." Callie looked towards the window as a car door slammed outside.

"Alex is a great guy," Addison protested, temporarily ignoring the phone in her hand, "I love Alex."

The front door flew open and Meredith burst in flinging her purse across the floor. She turned and blankly took in the people decorating her living room for the surprise party she had planned.

Meredith and Addison's eyes locked.

Addison's phone rang, breaking the silence that had fallen on the room.

"It's Derek," Meredith said coldly, "He's trying to warn you that I know."

Addison took a stunned stepped back.

"What's she talking about?" Geoff asked slowly, already fearing the answer.

Another car door slammed outside and seconds later Derek rushed in the door, "MEREDITH." He stopped short when he saw the people standing in the living room, "Meredith," he tried again.


"MEREDITH," Derek stepped towards her. "Let me explain. I love you. It's not what you think."


"Meredith! Listen to me!" Derek exclaimed again, "It's not," he took a deep breath, "It's not what you think. Meredith, I love you. I love you––"

"Then tell me that it's not true."

Derek hesitated.

"Addison," Geoffrey spoke quietly from behind her, "Is it true?"

Tears burned in the corners of her eyes. "I'm sorry."

"I HATE YOU!" Meredith screamed, her fists pounding on Derek's chest as he tried to reason with her.

"Geoffrey," Addison reached out to grab his arm, "I'm sorry. I never meant to––"

"Was our baby mine?"

The room fell silent again. Derek and Meredith turned towards them in surprise.

"You didn't even use PROTECTION?" Meredith yelled, hitting him again.

"Geoffrey," tears began trailing down Addison's cheeks, "Don't do this. Not right now."

Geoffrey squared his jaw and reached for her purse, "I'm leaving."

"Geoffrey, no," Addison grabbed at her purse and tried to pull it out of his grasp, "Don't do this. Don't," she pleaded tugging on his arm desperately, "Don't leave me. Geoffrey. Please. I love you. I do. It wasn't my idea. Geoffrey. It was going to be our baby. It didn't matter."

He grabbed hold of her arm, tight, "I just want to know if that baby was mine or if you lied about that too."

"I didn't know," Addison cried, "I didn't know. And then I lost… I wasn't…"

"WAS IT MINE?" he demanded again, shaking her arm hard enough that it shook her whole body. "ANSWER ME."

"Hey," Alex stepped in front of Addison, shielding her from Geoff, "Let her go. You're hurting her. She didn't know."

Geoff released his hold but never took his eyes off her, "Do you know now?" he spoken evenly.

She looked away, "I did a paternity test," she admitted.

"Was it mine?"

She took a deep breath. "No."

Geoffrey's jaw twitched with anger and he turned away. Crossing the room he punched Derek hard in the gut, then walked out the front door.

Addison's eyes barely flickered to Derek, doubled over on the floor. She stepped over him and followed Geoffrey out of the house.

"Geoff," she ran after him across the lawn, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. But Meredith makes it sound worse then it is."

Geoff tossed her purse to the ground and crossed to the drivers side door, "If you slept with him, even once while we were together, then it's as bad as it sounds."

"Geoff," Addison cried, throwing her hands up and giving up. She turned away as Geoff drove away. She could still hear Meredith screaming in the house. She picked up her purse and collapsed shakily on the curb, "Oh, God," she whispered staring up at the sky, "Just kill me. Please. Please, just let me die."


"Meredith?" Derek sat on the floor outside their bedroom, "Please." He rested his cheek on the door and listened for movement on the other side, "Mer?"

"Maybe you should go," George suggested from down the hall where he was standing with Cristina and Izzie.

Derek shook his head.

"She's not going to come out if you're sitting right outside the door," Cristina pointed out, "She doesn't want to see you."

Derek considered this, pressing his palm against the wood door. Finally he nodded and heaved himself off the floor, retreating to what had been Julie's nursery.

He sat down in the rocking chair, one of the few assembled pieces of furniture in the room and stared out the window. He rocked and he rocked, a picture of Meredith and Julie staring at him from the windowsill.

"She won't unlock the door until you are out of the house," Cristina spoke from the doorway, "Just go so we can make sure she's all right."

"I'll just come back tomorrow."

"Fine," Cristina exclaimed in exasperation, "I don't care about tomorrow. I care about what my heartbroken self-destructive friend is up to right now."

Derek stood, "I'm coming back tomorrow."


If Addison could only choose one word to describe how she felt as she stepped over

the threshold of the home she shared with Geoffrey it would be trepidation.

She was nervous, nauseous and riddled with guilt; but above all she was overcome by the knowledge that her world was about to change.

And she didn't want it to.

The house was eerily silent. She glanced at her watch and realized that it was just past 2 in the afternoon. –– the girls were still at school.

She gripped the bannister tightly, her knuckles turning white, as she climbed the stairs. The weight in the pit of her stomach grew with each step down the long hall. The door to the bedroom stood open.

"I'm sorry." She spoke willing her voice to sound steadier then she felt.

Geoffrey didn't move. He was sitting on her side of the bed, his back to her, his hand resting on her pillow as he studied her things on the nightstand –– her reading glasses, a book, a few magazines, earrings and a glass of water.

She walked around the bed and stood in front of him.

He looked up at her, his face contorted with pain and misery. He made no effort to hide his tears.

Tears poured down her face as she sank to the floor. She buried her face against his lap and sobbed, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Her hands gripped his thighs, squeezing the tense muscles against her palms.

Long minutes elapsed before he reacted. His body curled around hers, his tears sliding down her neck as his arms wrapped possessively around her torso.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed again, her words becoming increasingly incoherent as her grip on him tightened.

"I love you," he spoke hoarsely; his words were an accusation void of any tenderness. "I love you so much."

"I'm sorry." Her hands slid up to his waist and attempted to wrap around him, "I love you too. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She pressed her face further into his lap, her head throbbing from the force of her sobbing.

His hands tangled in her hair as he pulled away from her. He gripped her jaw firmly and tilted her face until their eyes met. He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off.

"Please, Geoffrey."

His eyes flashed intensely. His lips on hers were so hard she could feel her skin bruising. Her lips pressed together against the vicious kiss, but seconds later she relented; her lips parted slowly and he gripped the back of her neck and dragged her to her feet and pressed her against the wall.

She let him kiss her how he wanted, she let him touch her how he wanted. She didn't say anything when he bit her neck a little to hard, or grabbed her breast a little to firmly. Her skin was flushed and her heart racing as he swept her up and tossed her on the bed –– knocking over everything on her nightstand in their wake. Her eye's widened in surprise; she knew he was strong, but he had lifted her as if she was nothing, and she had never seen him display that sort of power towards her.

She suddenly realized that if he wanted to hurt her he could.

He stood by the bed tugging at his belt, his actions jerky and futile, his tears still stung his eyes. She reached out to help him but he turned away stubbornly, leaving her to bite her lip and slink out of her pants on her own. He knelt on the edge of the bed and pulled her towards him by her hips. She met his eyes for a second as she spread her legs and rested her feet on the bed beside his knees. His grip tightened on her hips as he dropped one hand down to push his pants and boxers out of the way and pull her panties to the side. She shifted uncomfortably as he pushed into her.

Less then 2 minutes had passed since he had pulled her off the floor.

He thrust into her hard, his face furrowed in concentration. Her eyes closed and with every thrust a moan was forced from her belly and caught in her throat. His thrusting became more forceful and more erratic with each passing second; he braced himself against her knees as he moved inside her, but otherwise there was no contact between them. The skin all over her body burned; but she felt like she was falling without his touch to anchor her.

"Geoffrey," she murmured. He stopped abruptly and stared at her. Her eyes flicked open and she studied him for a moment.

"I think you need to go." He pulled out and instantly turned away from her.

Addison sat up slowly, her blood still tingling in her veins. She slid to the edge of the bed and reached out to touch him, but he pulled away as he sensed her movement.

"I'm just," Geoffrey walked past her, not wanting to look at her and loose his nerve, "I'm going to go pick up Daisy from school. I need to explain to her," he paused, "Why you aren't here anymore."

"Don't do this, Geoff," she pleaded, her voice catching in her throat as her tears started again. "Please. Geoffrey, I'm sorry. Don't… "

"Don't? You did this Addison."

"I know. I know, but it didn't mean anything. I love you. I do, I love you. He convinced me that I needed him, he didn't give me a choice. But that's not what I want. I want you. I need you. I love you."

"I need you to be gone when I get back," his voice was eerily calm as he stared at the door frame. He finally turned to look her in the eye, "I'd understand if you went back to him."

"I want to be with you." She stared at her hands, her engagement ring sparkling, her eyes spilling over with tears, "Please, Geoffrey."

"I can't," he shook his head, "I can't be with you now."


Derek stepped out of the trailer at the sound of a door slamming. He crossed the deck and reached out to help her clumsily drag an over-stuffed suitcase across the grass.

Her eyes were red and her skin blotchy as she turned and looked at him. She sighed, her chest heaving, "I need a place to stay."


So there you go.

Now. I know that some of you have a problem with the Addison/Geoff thing right at the end. And I wasn't even sure if I was going to leave it in cause I knew people would get the wrong idea. I mean it's not the happiest of things, but… okay, if you can't get past it PM me or comment or whatever and we can discuss it. But I think it was an important scene for them so I didn't want to leave it out.

So, please comment, it's my favorite chapter and I really want to know what everyone thinks.