Addison entered Oceanside Thursday morning on a mission. She needed to find Naomi. She needed to tell her about last night. She'd done it. She'd said yes. She'd taken Pete's advice. She'd actually gone and asked her Cop guy out, and while she was excited about the actual act of asking someone out, she hated to admit she was a little disappointed. It wasn't everything she'd been hoping for. It wasn't that he wasn't a nice guy. He made her smile and the conversation was good. He was actually pretty perfect for her. Someone she saw major potential in. It's just that he wasn't the he that she wanted. She couldn't get that he out of her mind. Lord knows why…

"Nae!" Addison called down the hall to her best friend.

"Addison," she breathed back, looking relieved to see her. "I have to talk to you. Something happened last night! I tried to call you! Where were you? Anyway, it doesn't matter. It's Dell," she lowered her voice to make sure only Addison could hear. "He Kissed me."

"What!" Addison gasped as she marched over to her office door and waved Naomi inside. She pulled the door closed behind her. "Ok, details. Obviously this is so much more important than the unfortunate dating troubles with my Cop."

"You went out on a date with Hot Cop?"

"Yeah, last night I went down to his station, asked him to have a drink with me, he said yes. We drank, talked, he kissed me. . ."

"That's great!" Naomi interrupted, "That's great, right?"

"It should be great. It would be great, if I could just stop thinking about. . . . I just didn't feel it, you know? There was no spark. No chemistry." She stopped there. She wasn't about to tell Naomi that the reason she didn't feel 'it' was because she'd still been thinking about Pete. She had enough to think about without having to hear about what a jerk everyone at Oceanside thought he would be to her. She already knew. He'd stood her up. God, he'd stood her up, and yet she was still thinking about what it felt like when his hands were holding her and when he was kissing her mouth. The way her lips tingled and her heart pounded, the way she went a little weak behind the knees. It almost made her angry that just the thought of feeling his lips on hers again could cloud her mind so much that she almost forgot to breathe. . .

"Addie!" Naomi said, snapping her out of her day dream. "I promise I'll let you know what I think about you and the Hot Cop/Pete triangle you've so obviously gotten yourself into, later, but do you think we can please get back to my dilemma here."

"Of course," She breathed, a little weight had been lifted now that the spotlight had been shifted from her and her oh so obvious man troubles, "Spill."

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It was still early in the day when Addison and Naomi had decided to take a break from the girl talk and Addison had decided she was in serious need of some coffee. As she took a mug from the cupboard and began to pour she heard someone enter the break room behind her.

"So, I came to your house last night," Pete admitted straight out to Addison as he walked into the room and opened the refrigerator. "You weren't home."

"Yeah, I . . . I had a thing," she replied. She knew that admitting to Pete that her relationship, or acquaintance, or whatever it was, with Hot Cop wasn't going to be lasting any longer than their date last night was not a good idea.

"You were with Officer Manly." He stated, knowing that if she'd been anywhere with anyone else she would have told him.

"I was." She admitted truthfully, turning to face him. She noticed a look on Pete's face she'd never seen him make before. Was he? No. He couldn't be. He Was! Pete was jealous. Oh this is good, she thought. She was going to have so much fun with this.

"Well, good, you said yes. I mean, you're getting out there, dating. Good. Well, I've gotta," he motioned toward the door, "I've got a patient."

"Pete," Addison said stopping him just at the frame of the door, "Do you want to have lunch with me today?" She had a plan now.

"Addison. . ." he started, as he smiled his famous Pete grin as he looked down and shook his head a little.

"It's just a lunch invitation," She interrupted, "Between friends. We're doing the friend thing. Friends eat lunch." And then she gave him her Addison Montgomery million dollar smile.

"They do," he agreed. "We could do lunch." He'd caved. Damn it. If this woman can get him to agree to a lunch invitation with a smile, he didn't want to think about what else she could get him to do.

"Ok." She nodded. "Find me when you're done with your patient?"

"Yeah," Pete headed off down the hall back to his office. She wants to have lunch with me? A 'friend' lunch. If she thinks that I'm going to sit there and listen to her ramble on about her wonderful evening with Officer Manly she can forget it, he thought. Wait. No. He took that back. He needed to change. Usually, he would just say to hell with it, try and forget about her, move on. But this wasn't just another notch, this was Addison. Sexy, wonderful, beautiful, amazing Addison who made him smile just thinking about her. The only woman who'd made him feel anything, since his wife had died. She was worth it. Maybe he should be friendly and listen to what she had to say. He had decided to fight for her after all. But he was Pete. He had no idea what in the hell that meant he had to do… He was going to have to do something big, something huge. He hadn't had enough time to think that far ahead, but he figured for the moment he could start by being charming. Even if that did mean he had to listen to her talk about another guy. He did know one thing, though, if Pete Wilder turned on his A game, Officer Manly didn't stand a chance.

As she watched Pete wander away from her down the hall, she felt a smile tug at her lips. She was going to rub Hot Cop in his face until he cracked. She giggled a little to herself. Sure, Kevin was a nice guy. But it was Pete that she wanted, she just needed Pete to realize what he was missing, realize that he wanted her too.

If she only knew.