All Izzie could think when she walked into the bar, was that she was making a huge mistake. She wasn't entirely sure why she had agreed to come to Joe's with McSteamy. She knew that it wouldn't be an enjoyable night. Dr. Sloan was far to slick and far to cocky to appeal to Izzie. Sure, he was very good-looking, but he was not a good guy. Izzie was sure of that. Of course, that meant that after tonight, Sloan would never bother her again. Assuming that he kept up his part of the bargain. Plus, it kept him from heading to the roof, since he seemed so interested in what she had been doing there.
As soon as Izzie had heard the thunder, she began to worry about her plan. When the storm finally broke, she had hurried up to the roof, sure that she would find a pissed-off Alex and Dr. Montgomery waiting for her. Instead she had been pleasantly surprised-and a little embarrassed-to find that they were too busy to even notice the rain. And they certainly didn't notice Izzie's presence. So, she had quietly and quickly left, leaving the door propped open behind her. They might be happily preoccupied right now, but eventually the rain and the cold would get to them. There was no way Izzie could leave them up on the roof all night like that. Besides, her plan had worked, so there was no need to keep them up there any longer.
Izzie looked around the place, and saw Sloan standing at the bar, talking with Joe. Joe pointed in her direction and Sloan turned and met her gaze, grinning at her. Izzie took a deep breath and headed over.
"You didn't dress up," Mark observed.
Izzie had decided she wouldn't give the plastic surgeon the satisfaction of getting dressed-up for him. Instead she was wearing a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt. She hadn't bothered with make-up, and her hair was tied back in a simple ponytail.
Izzie glared at Dr. Sloan. She hadn't come her to be insulted. And if this was how he started the night, Izzie was even more doubtful of his claim to be a good guy. With a shake of her head, Izzie turned around and headed back to the door. She wasn't going to put up with this.
She had only gotten a few steps away when Mark caught up with her. He placed a hand on her shoulder to halt her process.
"Dr. Stevens, I was joking. I'm sorry. You actually look fantastic. The casual thing suits you."
Izzie turned to study his face, and despite the smirk, he actually seemed sincere.
"Come on," Mark said, "Let's find a table, and I'll buy you a drink."
Izzie studied him moment longer before nodding in agreement. "Fine," she said. She pointed at a table in the corner, "I'll be over there. Get me a Long Island iced tea."
Without waiting for Mark's response, she headed for the table she had pointed to and sat down.
A few minutes later, Mark appeared with their drinks and slide into the seat across from Izzie.
"Thank you, Dr. Sloan."
"I think as long as we're out having drinks, you can call me Mark."
Izzie wrinkled her nose. She didn't really want to be on familiar terms with him, but she'd play along for now. "Fine. Thank you, Mark. So, where's your proof that you're really a nice guy?"
Mark grinned, "You cut straight to the point, don't you?"
Izzie shrugged, "Well, I'm not here for fun."
Mark sighed dramatically. "You're not going to make this easy on me, are you?"
"I hadn't planned on it."
Mark smiled at her cold tone. He liked a challenge. "So, what kind of proof do you want?"
"You're the one who said you could show me you were a good guy. Didn't you have some sort of plan?"
"Actually, me plan was to win you over with me charm," Mark said with a wicked grin. "But you're not cooperating as much as I had hoped."
Izzie rolled her eyes. "Fine. Just tell me about yourself then. Tell me what it is that makes you a good guy."
"What do you want to know?" Mark asked.
Izzie had a question ready immediately. "What kind of 'good guy' sleeps with his best friend's wife?"
Mark was slightly taken aback by her directness, though he realized that he shouldn't be. Izzie had proved herself to be blunt with him in the past.
"Well, are you going to answer the question, or not?"
Izzie had noticed the smirk on Mark's face falter when she asked the question, and wondered if she was finally going to get something more than superficial out of him.
"If you don't want to answer, that's fine. But I'm going to get up and walk out of here."
"Fine," Mark said when she was about to stand up. He put a hand on hers to get her to stay. "I'll tell you."
Izzie sat back in her chair, pulling her hand away from his, and crossing her arms over her chest.
“Start talking, Mark.”
Mark held up a hand to quiet her. “Now, there is one condition. If I’m going to tell you this, I want to tell you the whole story. Without interruption. No stopping me halfway through to tell me I’m scum. You can comment after I tell you the whole thing.”
“Okay,” Izzie agreed after a moment’s thought.
Mark took a deep breath, and began to tell his story.
"Incredible?" Alex suggested when Addison's voice trailed off.
The two were lying side by side on the blanket, staring up at the sky. Addison's head rested on Alex's outstretched arm. His other arm rested gently on Addison's stomach.
"Yeah," Addison said quietly. "Incredible would probably be the word."
"We should have done this a lot sooner," Alex said with a laugh.
"No," Addison repeated. "I'm glad it happened like this. This was perfect."
They were both soaked to the bone from the brief, but powerful, rainstorm. Addison sat up, shivering slightly. Alex sat up with her, and put his arms around her, trying to warm her up.
"Are you cold?" He asked, concern evident in his voice.
"A little," Addison said, her teeth chattering.
For the first time, Alex noticed a beam of light falling on the roof. His eyes followed it and realized that the door was slightly ajar.
"Hey," he said, pointing. "The doors open."
"When did that happen?" Addison asked, confused.
An idea dawned on Alex, "Izzie. She must have come up when the storm started."
"Oh, god." Addison groaned, "That means she came up while we were..." She trailed off again.
"Yeah," Alex said.
"We should go," Addison said after a moment.
Alex looked at her in disappointment, "Are you sure? I was kind of hoping we could strive for some more perfection."
"Alex," Addison said, his first name still sounding strange on her lips, "I'd love to, but I'm soaked to the skin, and it's cold out here. All I want to do right now is go back to my hotel and take a hot bath." Addison got to her feet.
"Oh. Yeah. That's fine. I understand," Alex said sadly as he watched Addison gather up the remains of their picnic and repack them in one of the bags Izzie had left.
He couldn’t help but be upset. Addison seemed to be in a hurry to get off the roof. And away from him, he thought sadly. He should have known it was too good to be true. She had seen so happy lying by his side just a few moments ago. But now she was hurrying around and barely even looking at him. She must be ashamed that Izzie had seen them. Maybe she only wanted to be with him if no one else knew about it.
Addison stopped in the doorway, and Alex stared at her, mesmerized. She looked so beautiful, framed in the light like some sort of angel. Her red hair caught and reflected the light, gleaming like rubies.
"Well?" Addison asked, looking to where Alex remained seated. "Are you coming or not? You have to be freezing too. My room has a Jacuzzi tub. More than big enough for two."
A slow grin spread across Alex's face as he got to his feet. He quickly followed after Addison and ushered her through the door. They walked down the stairway hand in hand.
Next chapter: Mark tells his story. Alex and Addison indulge themselves, but will the romance be ruined by an ill-timed question?