Fic: Private Dancer 15/?
TITLE: Private Dancer 15/?
AUTHOR: Sarah
RATING: PG-13
PARINGS: Addison/Izzie
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, none of it mine, unfortunately!
WORD COUNT: 3000
SUMMARY: Izzie is caught doing something she shouldn’t be, Addison is caught somewhere she shouldn’t be, fun ensues.
NOTES: Ok, if you read part 14 (before the time of this posting, I went back and changed a bit - Addison did not ask Izzie to go to the viewing! I have taken that bit out of chapter 14 and you will see why.
Previous chapters here http://agentb81.livejournal.com/18213.html here part 13 and here part 14
Almost a week had gone by and still Izzie was slaving away over the charts before her, although she had worked on several different cases and was assigned to the pit for a couple of days when it had become extraordinarily busy. Today she was back under the supervision of Dr Montgomery, the Clarke’s were back in town and here she found herself chained to Dr Montgomery’s desk complete with charts. Mr Clarke had been a regular at the club she danced at and she remembered him as a particularly distasteful customer, he had on several occasions become rowdy and quite aggressive towards some of the dancers, once with Izzie herself, it was only a matter of time before he was banned from the club. It was for this reason Izzie had wanted, or even needed to avoid this man, the sooner those babies were delivered, the better. The intern was grateful Addison had given her the opportunity to hide away from the complication of her previous cloak and dagger ‘career’.
“Iz,” Addison interrupted her musings with urgency, “You’ve cut your hair?” she asked quickly, not waiting for a response, she continued, “I need you to scrub in, we’re delivering these babies now.” As swiftly as the attending had appeared, she vanished. The blonde jumped up and quickly chased after her superior. Walking briskly down the corridor, mindful of the Hospital’s Health and Safety policies, she kept her wits about her careful not to bump into Mr Clarke.
“Izzie!” She heard her name called from behind. She turned, grimacing, Addison needed her now, yet here was George approaching her.
“George, hi, I’m kinda on my way to surgery.”
“I need to talk to - what are you doing?” Izzie had grabbed a hold of his shoulders and switched their positions, she had spotted the one person in the hospital she was trying her hardest to avoid.
“Feng shui, it’s all off.” She explained waving her hand in the air. “What do you need?”
“Did you cut your hair?” He asked distracted, before answering the blonde’s question, “I need to talk to you.”
“Well, it’s going to have to wait, I have a triplet-ectimy.”
“A triplet-ectimy?”
“Well, technically yes, I’m going to remove three babies from their mother.”
“That’s not even a word!” George said exasperated.
“Ugh, I like the word. It makes things more interesting.”
“You’re losing your mind Izzie.”
“Not really, I’ve never felt so alert and alive and . . .”
“STEVENS!” Izzie cringed at the sound resonating through the halls.
“That’s my cue to leave.”
“A tip, Iz, use medical terminology.”
“Whatever, I’ll catch you later, ok?”
“Ok. Good luck with your CEASERIAN SECTION.” George emphasised to his kooky friend.
“Whatever!” Izzie rolled her eyes as she left her confused friend. He was aware Izzie could be scatty occasionally, but not when it came to her work. He shrugged and continued on his way, not gaining anything from this random conversation.
++
“Great work Stevens, though I wasn’t so sure about your choice of terminology at one stage.” Montgomery said as she de-robed, watching as the scrub nurse left the preparation area.
“Yeah, sorry about that, it just kind of, popped out.”
“Better than anything else popping out.” Addison realised her faux pas as soon as she had said it and turned a shade of beet red. “I err, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean . . .” Izzie placed a hand on the surgeon’s arm.
“It’s ok, kind of amusing actually!” Izzie said.
“I didn’t mean for it to sound like that.”
“I know. For the record, they’ve never ‘popped out’ in public. Just so you know.”
“I didn’t think they would have. I know you have more class than that.” She said with a smile.
“Thanks. And they’re all yours now.” Izzie whispered into the attending’s ear.
“It’s so hard to resist you Isobel Stevens.” Addison admitted as she turned and leaned her back against the sink.
“You too Addison Montgomery.” The blonde removed her scrub cap, revealing her newly cut tresses.
“I love your hair, it suits you.” Addison said, taking a lock between her fingers and smiling.
“Thank you. It was kind of getting in the way.” She explained.
“The length is perfect, it frames your face beautifully.” Izzie blushed at Addison’s compliment, she had never had a partner gush about her hair like this before, it was refreshing. She had decided on the shorter, manageable style, it was a popular choice these days, cut between jaw-line and shoulder. She had desired a change - new relationship, new hair, new beginnings.
“I’ve booked a viewing of the apartment for later, are you free?” Addison said.
“Yeah, what time?”
“Seven, shall I pick you up? We could go for drinks after. I’ve had Izzie withdrawals, the last couple of days.” Addison confessed as she scooted along so Izzie could wash her hands next to her.
“Aw, aren’t you sweet! You can pick me up if you’re sure, you have been my chauffer on a few occasions now.” Izzie pointed out.
“I’ll get a cab, no reason why we can’t both have a drink.”
Izzie smiled, “That’s a great idea, you deserve to relax and unwind.”
Addison sighed, “Yeah it’s been a long, eventful week.”
“Ok, after the viewing, tonight will be all yours.” Izzie cooed, determined to make her girl content.
“You know how to make a girl happy.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet sugar.” Izzie said, putting on a Southern drawl.
Addison laughed softly, “Be ready for 6.45.” she said before signalling for the intern to join her as she approached the door to exit.
++
Izzie was completing a chart at the nurses station, it was nearing clocking off time and she was looking forward to the prospect of spending some quality time with her girlfriend. Their busy schedules in the past week had led to little time spent with one another though the time they had was sacred and cherished. She leant with her elbows on the counter as she read in between writing things down.
“Excuse me doctor?” She heard from behind her.
“Yes?” She said as she turned, her face losing all colour at the appearance of her intruder.
“Oh holy crap, I know you.”
“You do?” Izzie pretended to play dumb.
“You’re, oh my freaking god, this is unbelievable, you’re the really hot blonde dancer.”
“I think you may have me mistaken.”
“No way, I’d recognise that ass anywhere.” Mr Clarke grinned. “You’re a doctor, that is soooo hot.”
“Look, Mr?” Izzie pretended she didn’t know his name. This was already an awkward situation, but it had the potential to be much, much worse.
“Clarke, Peter Clarke, you can call me Clarkie.” He said with overbearing confidence.
“Mr Clarke, I delivered your triplets two hours ago. How is your WIFE?”
“Oh.” Realisation dawned on him. “She err, well, she’s err. Listen you aren’t going to say anything are you? I mean, she doesn’t know and well, you know how it is and well, that would be so uncool.”
“I’m sure we can come to some sort of agreement, if you know what I mean?”
“Are you propositioning me doctor?” he smirked.
Izzie frowned, “Hell no!” she blasted, “I mean, I won’t say anything if you don’t.”
“Oh!” Not the sharpest tool in the box Izzie thought as she rolled her eyes, “Deal.” He agreed. Izzie let out a discreet sigh of relief.
“Now what is it I can help you with?” she offered.
“Oh erm, my wife, she’s a little uncomfortable, can you help her?”
“Sure, lead the way.”
Izzie followed Peter Clarke and attended to his wife, Claire. Having undergone a caesarean section she was in a little discomfort.
“Can you give her something for the pain doc?” Peter asked. Izzie was reading the notes at the end of Claire’s bed.
“Hmmm, you’re already on morphine, I can up the dose slightly, should take the edge off.”
“If you could Doctor, that would be great.” Claire said from her bed. “I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.” she added. Izzie looked up from the chart and smiled.
“Doctor Stevens.”
“Oh you helped Dr Montgomery deliver my babies.”
“Yes ma’am, and what a pleasure it was to deliver such beautiful children.”
“Thank you.” Claire smiled, beaming with pride.
“Dr Stevens.” Addison had entered the room, she was standing with her hands on her hips and head cocked to the side in her navy scrubs and hair tied back. “Can I have a word please?”
“Sure.” Izzie stated. She replaced the chart and followed Addison out of the room.
“What are you doing?” Addison said when out of earshot.
“I’m assisting a patient.” The intern replied.
“Don’t get smart with me Stevens, you know what this is about.” Izzie watched as a flash of anger crossed the attending’s blue eyes.
“He came to me for help, I couldn’t say no.”
“What happened?”
“She’s uncomfortable after the surgery . . .”
“No,” Addison said, clearly frustrated, “did he recognise you?”
“Yeah.”
“And?”
“And it was awkward, but we came to an arrangement whereby neither one of us says anything.”
“Thank you! Geez Iz, that was like drawing blood from a stone. Are you ok?”
“I’m fine. He may have mentioned something about my ass.”
“What did he say?” Addison said through gritted teeth, her eyes narrowing.
“He said he’d recognise my ass anywhere.”
“The dirty pervert!” exclaimed the protective attending.
“Addison, he’s not going to say anything.”
“And you can trust him?”
“His wife will be out of here before you know it and we will be back to business as usual.”
“You don’t sound so confident.” Addison pointed out.
“We’ll just have to try not to piss him off, besides, I think he is genuinely scared his wife will find out.” Izzie reasoned.
“Ok, if you’re sure.”
“I am, thank you, I’m sorry I had to drag you into this mess.”
“Hey, you didn’t drag me in, and I’m here to support you in every way I can.”
“That’s a relief.” The blonde admitted.
“I’m your girlfriend, it goes without saying.” Addison smiled and headed back to the Clarke’s room. She left a giddy Izzie behind, replaying Addison’s words in her mind.
++
6.45pm rolled around all too quickly for a rushing, panicking blonde intern. She had only walked through the door half an hour ago and was frantically readying herself for her evening with Addison. She had only had to time to wash and change and now her cell phone was ringing, she checked the display and saw it was Addison, a quick glance through the window indicated her girlfriend had arrived, she answered quickly, “I’m on my way down.” One quick look in the mirror and she was on her way down the stairs to the front door.
“Where are you going?” asked Meredith, hugging a cup of coffee and leaning against a door frame.
“Out.”
“Who with?” Izzie simply glared at her housemate. “Oh, ok. Where are you going?”
“Argh.” Izzie screamed in frustration, “Don’t you have a marriage to go and wreck or a boyfriend to avoid?”
“Touche.” Meredith grimaced and allowed the blonde to exit without another word.
“Hey.” Izzie greeted Addison with a kiss as she entered the cab. “Sorry about that, I was getting the third degree from mother Meredith.” Addison laughed at the blonde’s description of the other intern. The ride was fairly uneventful, Izzie and Addison catching up on the events over the previous days. The cab rolled to a halt outside a classy apartment block just outside of the City. Izzie exited first as Addison paid the cabbie. She observed the street which was peaceful and clean, trees adorned the sidewalks, it was picturesque and felt familiar. She smiled as Addison joined her, they both looked at the building before them, it was modern and contemporary in the urban setting. Addison took a hold of Izzie’s hand and guided her into the building, it was decorated tastefully, marble and wood finished the foyer with style and class, it suited Addison perfectly.
“What do you think so far?” Addison asked apprehensively.
“It’s really great Addie, it is so you.” Izzie beamed.
“Then I shall take you in the elelvator.” Addison said.
“You wish Montgomery, you wish.”
“I’ve done it again, I can’t keep my mouth shut.”
“We wouldn’t want to keep it shut.” Izzie winked as the elevator arrived. Addison smiled and shook her head, following the blonde into the big metal box.
The elevator arrived at the top floor, announcing it’s arrival with a ding. The doors swooshed open and Addison descended, Izzie following in her wake. The blonde had her hands stuffed into her coat pockets and looked around the spacious hallway.
“There’s only two doors.” She observed.
“Uh huh.” Addison replied as she made her way to one of the doors. The blonde whistled as she took a look out of the window, the Seattle skyline was breathtaking. “Wait till we get inside.” She said as she turned the key in the lock.
“Aren’t we meeting the realtor?”
“He couldn’t make it, gave me the key, luckily he’s a friend of mine.” And with that the redhead disappeared inside.
Izzie tentatively crossed the treashhold, her boots immediately making a sound on the hardwood floor, she stepped into a large open plan space which was obviously a lounge and dining area. It was unfurnished and ready to move in. Izzie’s eye was drawn to the main feature, floor to ceiling windows and a view of the fabulous skyline of Seattle. She stood in awe, completely lost for words, this was nothing short of spectacular. She slowly wondered over to the window, her eyes blinkered on the view before her. Addison watched the blonde completely taken by what she saw. The redhead had reacted in a similar manner the first time she had visited the property. She decided she wanted to share the experience with her girlfriend and approached her silently, she slipped her arms through Izzie’s and wrapped them tightly around the younger woman’s waist and rested her chin on the blonde’s shoulder.
“What do you think?”
“What do I think? Addie, after you, this is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re bias.” Addison chided. “And so corny.” She laughed.
“It’s stunning, I can see why you want to make an offer.”
“This isn’t just it you know, there’s more.”
“Does there need to be?” Izzie said, still stunned.
“Oh yeah, a bedroom for starters.” Addison laughed.
“That would be good.” The blonde agreed.
Addison guided Izzie around the apartment, although that seemed like an understatement, there should be a new word for a place like this, Izzie had thought. Addison hoped that it wasn’t too extravagant for Izzie and that it would put her off. Addison had money, she was born into it, she could not help her background and upbringing. She was also on a very healthy wage at Seattle Grace Hospital and was sure that one day Izzie would be too. Izzie instantly fell in love with the kitchen, she often baked and was a marvellous cook, something Addison had yet discovered about the young intern. The glee on Izzie’s face had instructed to Addison that she did not seem phased by the enormity of the place.
“There’s one more thing to show you.” Addison said shyly.
“Oh yeah, where is the master bedroom?”
“This way.” Addison said taking Izzie’s hand in her own. She guided the blonde down a small hallway, past the spare bedrooms and bathroom and up a hidden staircase.
“Oooh, exciting.” Izzie smiled.
“Oh stop right there.” Addison said half way up the steps.
“What?” Izzie asked, slightly confused. Addison pulled a familiar object out of her purse. “The scarf, are you kidding me.”
“Please Izzie?” Addison begged. The blonde rolled her eyes and let out a sigh in defeat.
“Ok.” Addison carefully placed the silken scraf over the blonde’s eyes. “This better be worth it.”
“It will.”
“I better not get an attack of vertigo, the consequences were horrendous the last time.” Izzie stated.
“Oh, may be this isn’t such a good idea.” Addison panicked and lifted her hands to remove the obstruction from the intern’s eyes.
“I’m kidding.” Izzie laughed, “I had you though.”
“Don’t do that to me Isobel. You scared me.”
“Serves you right for having a penchant for kinky accessories.”
“Ha, you know nothing Stevens.”
Izzie laughed, “Just get me up these stairs before I topple over.”
“Okay, just be careful.”
“You blindfold me half way up a staircase and tell ME to be careful? Incredible.” Izzie laughed.
“Shut up wise ass and move your butt, you can go before me.”
“Oh, now you’re going to perve over my ass too? I feel so objectified.”
Addison laughed, Izzie made her laugh a lot, she was witty and intelligent and always had her smiling in one way or another. “Just move it sexy.”
“I’m sexy now?”
“You know you are, now less talking, more action.”
“Don’t I wish I was in a different situation hearing you say that!?”
“Iz!”
“I’m going, I’m going.” Izzie said, she continued to the top and stumbled slightly as she reached the summit.
“Ok, hold still a second while I just . . .” Addison trailed off as she untied the knot in the silk scarf. “There, what do you think?”
“Oh. My. Addison,” Izzie sighed, “This is just, wow.”
AUTHOR: Sarah
RATING: PG-13
PARINGS: Addison/Izzie
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, none of it mine, unfortunately!
WORD COUNT: 3000
SUMMARY: Izzie is caught doing something she shouldn’t be, Addison is caught somewhere she shouldn’t be, fun ensues.
NOTES: Ok, if you read part 14 (before the time of this posting, I went back and changed a bit - Addison did not ask Izzie to go to the viewing! I have taken that bit out of chapter 14 and you will see why.
Previous chapters here http://agentb81.livejournal.com/18213.html here part 13 and here part 14
Almost a week had gone by and still Izzie was slaving away over the charts before her, although she had worked on several different cases and was assigned to the pit for a couple of days when it had become extraordinarily busy. Today she was back under the supervision of Dr Montgomery, the Clarke’s were back in town and here she found herself chained to Dr Montgomery’s desk complete with charts. Mr Clarke had been a regular at the club she danced at and she remembered him as a particularly distasteful customer, he had on several occasions become rowdy and quite aggressive towards some of the dancers, once with Izzie herself, it was only a matter of time before he was banned from the club. It was for this reason Izzie had wanted, or even needed to avoid this man, the sooner those babies were delivered, the better. The intern was grateful Addison had given her the opportunity to hide away from the complication of her previous cloak and dagger ‘career’.
“Iz,” Addison interrupted her musings with urgency, “You’ve cut your hair?” she asked quickly, not waiting for a response, she continued, “I need you to scrub in, we’re delivering these babies now.” As swiftly as the attending had appeared, she vanished. The blonde jumped up and quickly chased after her superior. Walking briskly down the corridor, mindful of the Hospital’s Health and Safety policies, she kept her wits about her careful not to bump into Mr Clarke.
“Izzie!” She heard her name called from behind. She turned, grimacing, Addison needed her now, yet here was George approaching her.
“George, hi, I’m kinda on my way to surgery.”
“I need to talk to - what are you doing?” Izzie had grabbed a hold of his shoulders and switched their positions, she had spotted the one person in the hospital she was trying her hardest to avoid.
“Feng shui, it’s all off.” She explained waving her hand in the air. “What do you need?”
“Did you cut your hair?” He asked distracted, before answering the blonde’s question, “I need to talk to you.”
“Well, it’s going to have to wait, I have a triplet-ectimy.”
“A triplet-ectimy?”
“Well, technically yes, I’m going to remove three babies from their mother.”
“That’s not even a word!” George said exasperated.
“Ugh, I like the word. It makes things more interesting.”
“You’re losing your mind Izzie.”
“Not really, I’ve never felt so alert and alive and . . .”
“STEVENS!” Izzie cringed at the sound resonating through the halls.
“That’s my cue to leave.”
“A tip, Iz, use medical terminology.”
“Whatever, I’ll catch you later, ok?”
“Ok. Good luck with your CEASERIAN SECTION.” George emphasised to his kooky friend.
“Whatever!” Izzie rolled her eyes as she left her confused friend. He was aware Izzie could be scatty occasionally, but not when it came to her work. He shrugged and continued on his way, not gaining anything from this random conversation.
++
“Great work Stevens, though I wasn’t so sure about your choice of terminology at one stage.” Montgomery said as she de-robed, watching as the scrub nurse left the preparation area.
“Yeah, sorry about that, it just kind of, popped out.”
“Better than anything else popping out.” Addison realised her faux pas as soon as she had said it and turned a shade of beet red. “I err, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean . . .” Izzie placed a hand on the surgeon’s arm.
“It’s ok, kind of amusing actually!” Izzie said.
“I didn’t mean for it to sound like that.”
“I know. For the record, they’ve never ‘popped out’ in public. Just so you know.”
“I didn’t think they would have. I know you have more class than that.” She said with a smile.
“Thanks. And they’re all yours now.” Izzie whispered into the attending’s ear.
“It’s so hard to resist you Isobel Stevens.” Addison admitted as she turned and leaned her back against the sink.
“You too Addison Montgomery.” The blonde removed her scrub cap, revealing her newly cut tresses.
“I love your hair, it suits you.” Addison said, taking a lock between her fingers and smiling.
“Thank you. It was kind of getting in the way.” She explained.
“The length is perfect, it frames your face beautifully.” Izzie blushed at Addison’s compliment, she had never had a partner gush about her hair like this before, it was refreshing. She had decided on the shorter, manageable style, it was a popular choice these days, cut between jaw-line and shoulder. She had desired a change - new relationship, new hair, new beginnings.
“I’ve booked a viewing of the apartment for later, are you free?” Addison said.
“Yeah, what time?”
“Seven, shall I pick you up? We could go for drinks after. I’ve had Izzie withdrawals, the last couple of days.” Addison confessed as she scooted along so Izzie could wash her hands next to her.
“Aw, aren’t you sweet! You can pick me up if you’re sure, you have been my chauffer on a few occasions now.” Izzie pointed out.
“I’ll get a cab, no reason why we can’t both have a drink.”
Izzie smiled, “That’s a great idea, you deserve to relax and unwind.”
Addison sighed, “Yeah it’s been a long, eventful week.”
“Ok, after the viewing, tonight will be all yours.” Izzie cooed, determined to make her girl content.
“You know how to make a girl happy.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet sugar.” Izzie said, putting on a Southern drawl.
Addison laughed softly, “Be ready for 6.45.” she said before signalling for the intern to join her as she approached the door to exit.
++
Izzie was completing a chart at the nurses station, it was nearing clocking off time and she was looking forward to the prospect of spending some quality time with her girlfriend. Their busy schedules in the past week had led to little time spent with one another though the time they had was sacred and cherished. She leant with her elbows on the counter as she read in between writing things down.
“Excuse me doctor?” She heard from behind her.
“Yes?” She said as she turned, her face losing all colour at the appearance of her intruder.
“Oh holy crap, I know you.”
“You do?” Izzie pretended to play dumb.
“You’re, oh my freaking god, this is unbelievable, you’re the really hot blonde dancer.”
“I think you may have me mistaken.”
“No way, I’d recognise that ass anywhere.” Mr Clarke grinned. “You’re a doctor, that is soooo hot.”
“Look, Mr?” Izzie pretended she didn’t know his name. This was already an awkward situation, but it had the potential to be much, much worse.
“Clarke, Peter Clarke, you can call me Clarkie.” He said with overbearing confidence.
“Mr Clarke, I delivered your triplets two hours ago. How is your WIFE?”
“Oh.” Realisation dawned on him. “She err, well, she’s err. Listen you aren’t going to say anything are you? I mean, she doesn’t know and well, you know how it is and well, that would be so uncool.”
“I’m sure we can come to some sort of agreement, if you know what I mean?”
“Are you propositioning me doctor?” he smirked.
Izzie frowned, “Hell no!” she blasted, “I mean, I won’t say anything if you don’t.”
“Oh!” Not the sharpest tool in the box Izzie thought as she rolled her eyes, “Deal.” He agreed. Izzie let out a discreet sigh of relief.
“Now what is it I can help you with?” she offered.
“Oh erm, my wife, she’s a little uncomfortable, can you help her?”
“Sure, lead the way.”
Izzie followed Peter Clarke and attended to his wife, Claire. Having undergone a caesarean section she was in a little discomfort.
“Can you give her something for the pain doc?” Peter asked. Izzie was reading the notes at the end of Claire’s bed.
“Hmmm, you’re already on morphine, I can up the dose slightly, should take the edge off.”
“If you could Doctor, that would be great.” Claire said from her bed. “I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.” she added. Izzie looked up from the chart and smiled.
“Doctor Stevens.”
“Oh you helped Dr Montgomery deliver my babies.”
“Yes ma’am, and what a pleasure it was to deliver such beautiful children.”
“Thank you.” Claire smiled, beaming with pride.
“Dr Stevens.” Addison had entered the room, she was standing with her hands on her hips and head cocked to the side in her navy scrubs and hair tied back. “Can I have a word please?”
“Sure.” Izzie stated. She replaced the chart and followed Addison out of the room.
“What are you doing?” Addison said when out of earshot.
“I’m assisting a patient.” The intern replied.
“Don’t get smart with me Stevens, you know what this is about.” Izzie watched as a flash of anger crossed the attending’s blue eyes.
“He came to me for help, I couldn’t say no.”
“What happened?”
“She’s uncomfortable after the surgery . . .”
“No,” Addison said, clearly frustrated, “did he recognise you?”
“Yeah.”
“And?”
“And it was awkward, but we came to an arrangement whereby neither one of us says anything.”
“Thank you! Geez Iz, that was like drawing blood from a stone. Are you ok?”
“I’m fine. He may have mentioned something about my ass.”
“What did he say?” Addison said through gritted teeth, her eyes narrowing.
“He said he’d recognise my ass anywhere.”
“The dirty pervert!” exclaimed the protective attending.
“Addison, he’s not going to say anything.”
“And you can trust him?”
“His wife will be out of here before you know it and we will be back to business as usual.”
“You don’t sound so confident.” Addison pointed out.
“We’ll just have to try not to piss him off, besides, I think he is genuinely scared his wife will find out.” Izzie reasoned.
“Ok, if you’re sure.”
“I am, thank you, I’m sorry I had to drag you into this mess.”
“Hey, you didn’t drag me in, and I’m here to support you in every way I can.”
“That’s a relief.” The blonde admitted.
“I’m your girlfriend, it goes without saying.” Addison smiled and headed back to the Clarke’s room. She left a giddy Izzie behind, replaying Addison’s words in her mind.
++
6.45pm rolled around all too quickly for a rushing, panicking blonde intern. She had only walked through the door half an hour ago and was frantically readying herself for her evening with Addison. She had only had to time to wash and change and now her cell phone was ringing, she checked the display and saw it was Addison, a quick glance through the window indicated her girlfriend had arrived, she answered quickly, “I’m on my way down.” One quick look in the mirror and she was on her way down the stairs to the front door.
“Where are you going?” asked Meredith, hugging a cup of coffee and leaning against a door frame.
“Out.”
“Who with?” Izzie simply glared at her housemate. “Oh, ok. Where are you going?”
“Argh.” Izzie screamed in frustration, “Don’t you have a marriage to go and wreck or a boyfriend to avoid?”
“Touche.” Meredith grimaced and allowed the blonde to exit without another word.
“Hey.” Izzie greeted Addison with a kiss as she entered the cab. “Sorry about that, I was getting the third degree from mother Meredith.” Addison laughed at the blonde’s description of the other intern. The ride was fairly uneventful, Izzie and Addison catching up on the events over the previous days. The cab rolled to a halt outside a classy apartment block just outside of the City. Izzie exited first as Addison paid the cabbie. She observed the street which was peaceful and clean, trees adorned the sidewalks, it was picturesque and felt familiar. She smiled as Addison joined her, they both looked at the building before them, it was modern and contemporary in the urban setting. Addison took a hold of Izzie’s hand and guided her into the building, it was decorated tastefully, marble and wood finished the foyer with style and class, it suited Addison perfectly.
“What do you think so far?” Addison asked apprehensively.
“It’s really great Addie, it is so you.” Izzie beamed.
“Then I shall take you in the elelvator.” Addison said.
“You wish Montgomery, you wish.”
“I’ve done it again, I can’t keep my mouth shut.”
“We wouldn’t want to keep it shut.” Izzie winked as the elevator arrived. Addison smiled and shook her head, following the blonde into the big metal box.
The elevator arrived at the top floor, announcing it’s arrival with a ding. The doors swooshed open and Addison descended, Izzie following in her wake. The blonde had her hands stuffed into her coat pockets and looked around the spacious hallway.
“There’s only two doors.” She observed.
“Uh huh.” Addison replied as she made her way to one of the doors. The blonde whistled as she took a look out of the window, the Seattle skyline was breathtaking. “Wait till we get inside.” She said as she turned the key in the lock.
“Aren’t we meeting the realtor?”
“He couldn’t make it, gave me the key, luckily he’s a friend of mine.” And with that the redhead disappeared inside.
Izzie tentatively crossed the treashhold, her boots immediately making a sound on the hardwood floor, she stepped into a large open plan space which was obviously a lounge and dining area. It was unfurnished and ready to move in. Izzie’s eye was drawn to the main feature, floor to ceiling windows and a view of the fabulous skyline of Seattle. She stood in awe, completely lost for words, this was nothing short of spectacular. She slowly wondered over to the window, her eyes blinkered on the view before her. Addison watched the blonde completely taken by what she saw. The redhead had reacted in a similar manner the first time she had visited the property. She decided she wanted to share the experience with her girlfriend and approached her silently, she slipped her arms through Izzie’s and wrapped them tightly around the younger woman’s waist and rested her chin on the blonde’s shoulder.
“What do you think?”
“What do I think? Addie, after you, this is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re bias.” Addison chided. “And so corny.” She laughed.
“It’s stunning, I can see why you want to make an offer.”
“This isn’t just it you know, there’s more.”
“Does there need to be?” Izzie said, still stunned.
“Oh yeah, a bedroom for starters.” Addison laughed.
“That would be good.” The blonde agreed.
Addison guided Izzie around the apartment, although that seemed like an understatement, there should be a new word for a place like this, Izzie had thought. Addison hoped that it wasn’t too extravagant for Izzie and that it would put her off. Addison had money, she was born into it, she could not help her background and upbringing. She was also on a very healthy wage at Seattle Grace Hospital and was sure that one day Izzie would be too. Izzie instantly fell in love with the kitchen, she often baked and was a marvellous cook, something Addison had yet discovered about the young intern. The glee on Izzie’s face had instructed to Addison that she did not seem phased by the enormity of the place.
“There’s one more thing to show you.” Addison said shyly.
“Oh yeah, where is the master bedroom?”
“This way.” Addison said taking Izzie’s hand in her own. She guided the blonde down a small hallway, past the spare bedrooms and bathroom and up a hidden staircase.
“Oooh, exciting.” Izzie smiled.
“Oh stop right there.” Addison said half way up the steps.
“What?” Izzie asked, slightly confused. Addison pulled a familiar object out of her purse. “The scarf, are you kidding me.”
“Please Izzie?” Addison begged. The blonde rolled her eyes and let out a sigh in defeat.
“Ok.” Addison carefully placed the silken scraf over the blonde’s eyes. “This better be worth it.”
“It will.”
“I better not get an attack of vertigo, the consequences were horrendous the last time.” Izzie stated.
“Oh, may be this isn’t such a good idea.” Addison panicked and lifted her hands to remove the obstruction from the intern’s eyes.
“I’m kidding.” Izzie laughed, “I had you though.”
“Don’t do that to me Isobel. You scared me.”
“Serves you right for having a penchant for kinky accessories.”
“Ha, you know nothing Stevens.”
Izzie laughed, “Just get me up these stairs before I topple over.”
“Okay, just be careful.”
“You blindfold me half way up a staircase and tell ME to be careful? Incredible.” Izzie laughed.
“Shut up wise ass and move your butt, you can go before me.”
“Oh, now you’re going to perve over my ass too? I feel so objectified.”
Addison laughed, Izzie made her laugh a lot, she was witty and intelligent and always had her smiling in one way or another. “Just move it sexy.”
“I’m sexy now?”
“You know you are, now less talking, more action.”
“Don’t I wish I was in a different situation hearing you say that!?”
“Iz!”
“I’m going, I’m going.” Izzie said, she continued to the top and stumbled slightly as she reached the summit.
“Ok, hold still a second while I just . . .” Addison trailed off as she untied the knot in the silk scarf. “There, what do you think?”
“Oh. My. Addison,” Izzie sighed, “This is just, wow.”