Title: A Sense of Deja Vu 5/?
Fandom: Law and Order: SVU & Grey’s Anatomy - crossover
Pairing: Olivia/Alex & Izzie/Addison
Rating: PG - NC-17 eventually
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.
Summary: Set in NY, two old friends, Alex and Addison, find it difficult to communicate their feelings to their respective crushes. Multi chapter fic.
Spoilers: Starts after season 3 in Grey’s Anatomy and after Alex’s return to SVU during season 10.
“Hey Izzie, what are you doing here?”
“Hi Olivia, I was wondering if you had heard how Bradley was doing?” the doctor asked. Olivia guided her through the doorway and sat her next to her desk.
“He’s doing ok, thanks to you, you really did save him you know.” The detective said genuinely as she took a seat. “Can I get you a coffee or anything?”
“No, I’m good thanks.” Izzie replied, “I’m glad he’s ok. Do you think I’ll be able to see him?”
“Sure, his mother would love to thank you.” Olivia reassured.
“Have you got any leads yet?” the blond asked.
“We have a suspect in custody.”
“He’s here?” Izzie asked nervously.
“Yeah, Izzie, don’t worry, we won’t let him see you.” Olivia smiled and patted the blond’s hand that lay on the desk.
“Thanks.” Izzie beamed a trademark smile.
“Oh Alex, this is Izzie Stevens, she’s our witness.” Olivia offered when she saw the lawyer approach. Izzie turned and saw a tall blond slender woman, dressed in a black skirt suit with a pink blouse, her hair was long, passed her shoulders, her eyes a piercing blue, she hadn’t seen eyes that blue since . . .
“Hi.” Izzie stood and offered a hand.
“Hello.” Alex took the other blond’s hand and shook it firmly.
“Izzie, Alex is our ADA.”
“Arh.” Izzie offered in recognition, nodding her head. She remembered Olivia telling her about the ADA. Alex frowned at the response and turned to look at the detective who smiled at the doctor. She wondered exactly what was shared over lunch the previous day.
“Izzie’s a doctor, she saved Bradley’s life.”
“Really, I guess I should be thanking you for giving the victim the opportunity to identify his attacker.”
“Erm, you’re welcome?” Izzie replied.
“Detective, has the suspect been charged?” Alex asked, her professional bravado not wavering.
“Yeah, Elliot and Finn saw to it.”
“Ok, I guess I’ll just head on back to the office then. Is there anything else you need before I leave.” The lawyer asked, lingering.
“Nope, we’re good. Thanks Alex.”
“I’ll speak to you later?”
“Yeah. I’ll call you.”
“Ok. Bye then.” Alex said, trying to hang around for as long as possible.
“Detective, Ms Stevens.”
“Doctor.” Olivia corrected. Alex rolled her eyes. She turned on her heel and left.
“Sooooo,” Izzie began, “that’s Alex huh?”
“Yeah.” Olivia sighed, “That’s Alex.”
“She’s . . . stern.” Olivia nodded at Izzie’s assessment. “And hot. I can see why you go all goo goo eyed all over her.”
“I do not.”
“You so do, you just did it. And when she walked away, your eyes never left her ass.” Izzie laughed.
“Busted. Now we’ve established that, how’s your search going?”
“It’s not, really, I don’t know where to go next.”
“Maybe I can help, what’s her name?” Olivia offered.
“Oh you don’t have to do that, you’ve already done enough for me.”
“I can’t promise anything but I can do some asking around, I’ve built up a few contacts over the years.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”
“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t sure.” The detective stated.
“Thank you.” Izzie smiled.
“So, are you going to tell me her name?”
“Addison Forbes Montgomery. She’s a neonatal surgeon.” The doctor revealed.
“Addison, why does that sound familiar?” the brunette frowned, deep in thought. “And she’s come from Seattle too?”
“Yeah, she was there a few years, but she’s originally from New York.”
“Huh.” Olivia pondered, “New York.” The detective repeated.
“She err, she followed her husband to Seattle to save her marriage.”
“It didn’t work out.” Olivia stated, the cogs were turning in her head, little pieces of a puzzle were slowly fitting together. She stood up and started pacing. Izzie laughed. “You’re laughing why?”
“You’re pacing and voicing your thoughts, I thought cops only did that in the movies.” Olivia stopped and frowned at her new friend’s comments.
“It helps me think.” The detective defended.
“Yes, now stop mocking me and tell me more.” Olivia requested light-heartedly.
“No, it didn’t work out.” Izzie sighed, “They got a divorce and I, we, sort of fell into bed together.”
“That was a little more information than I needed.” The brunette smiled. Izzie blushed. “Hey, it’s ok.”
“I’ve not told anyone.” The blond explained sadly.
“Not even my best friend. It’s complicated, the politics inside a hospital can be . . . messy. And everyone knows each other’s business and it’s something that happened a few times and I guess we were both unsure or even scared of our feelings for one another.” Izzie reminisced.
“I can understand that.” Olivia empathised. “Right, so where were we? Addison moves back to New York from Seattle after divorcing her husband.” A light bulb went off in Olivia’s head, they were talking about Alex’s best friend Addie, of all the people in the whole of Manhattan, it was her ADA’s best friend. The detective managed to keep her game face, not giving anything away to the young doctor before her. “I’ll see what I can do Izzie, but I can’t make any promises.” Olivia reiterated.
“I understand. Thank you Olivia.”
A weary Izzie Stevens stepped tentatively through the automatic doors of Bellevue Hospital. She should be used to hospitals by now, she had certainly spent more than her fair share of time in one over the past few years. Only it was different crossing the threshold of an unfamiliar building, one which she had only visited once, when she had arrived with young Bradley Wallis. She headed to the reception desk in a quest to find her intended destination.
She knocked on the door before entering, careful not to disturb the small sleeping form in the hospital bed. A woman sat in the chair beside the bed turned to look at the intruder, she frowned, a questioning look on her face.
“Can I help you?”
“Ma’am, I’m Izzie Stevens, I . . .”
“You saved Bradley’s life.”
“Ma’am,” Izzie started, stepping into the room, “I’m a doctor, I . . .”
“Thank you.” said the mother, she stood from her chair and rushed over to the startled blond who found a pair of arms flung around her in a hug. Izzie took a moment before responding, momentarily hugging the other woman back before carefully pulling away.
“You’re welcome.” Izzie smiled shyly. She had saved many lives before, but not being on duty and in a foreign city made her vulnerable and like a regular citizen, she was on personal time and being a doctor had not figured in her plans. “How’s he doing?”
“He’s good, he’s tired and is sleeping a lot, the knock to the head has caused him some stress but he’s responding well.”
Izzie smiled, “That’s good. How far along are you?” she asked, pointing to the bump on the other woman.
“7 months.” Mrs Wallis replied. She winced and rubbed her stomach.
“Are you ok?”
“I’ve been getting twinges, they’re quite uncomfortable.”
“Would you like me to get someone?” Izzie asked with concern.
“Nooo, I can’t leave Bradley, I’ll be ok.”
“Is your husband around?”
“He works on Wall Street, he has to work.” Mrs Wallis explained. She suddenly doubled over, grabbing the end of Bradley’s bed, sighs of pain escaped the mother to be. Izzie rushed to her side.
“Ma’am, let me help, where are the pains?”
“I, I arrrhhh, I can’t . . .” Mrs Wallis collapsed into the blond doctor’s arms.
“Can I get some help in here please?” Izzie yelled, placing Mrs Wallis in a lying position on the floor. Several nurses rushed in followed by two doctors.
“What happened?” A doctor asked.
“She’s 7 months pregnant, complaining of twinges, she complained of severe pain before collapsing.”
“And you are?”
“Dr Izzie Stevens, I . . .”
“You resuscitated Bradley.” The other doctor stated.
“Let’s get her into the next bed and page gynie.”
Izzie sat in the cafeteria, pondering over half a cup of lukewarm coffee. She took a sip and scrunched her nose at the tepid liquid. She set it aside and continued to stare aimlessly at the table before her. Her head was bowed, tears stung her eyes, she suddenly felt very alone and a long way from home. The truth is, she was, two and a half thousand miles in fact. She sighed. Addison Forbes Montgomery. The young doctor had dropped everything to come to New York to find her. The few days she had searching for her had been fruitless. She knew where Addison wasn’t, but in a city like Manhattan, that meant little. Since then she had little luck in even searching for the woman she had strong feelings for. It had taken Addison to leave Seattle for Izzie to realise she had genuine feelings for the woman, whether Addison felt the same remained to be seen. The several occasions that the doctors had spent together were incredible, electrifying even. It had been purely physical, or so she had thought. The more time Addison spent learning Izzie’s body and the way it reacted to her touch, the more Izzie thought about the redhead. A colleague had become a fuck buddy, and even that had begun to mean something, she was harbouring genuine feelings for the neonatal surgeon, even though she had fought hard to resist. She had fought so hard and made herself so unhappy, by the time she realised what she wanted, it was too late. Addison had left.
Izzie glanced at the clock on the cafeteria wall, she had been sat there almost an hour. She decided to wonder back up to the ward to see how Mrs Wallis and Bradley were doing. She would also be saying goodbye as she had decided she would be leaving the very next day, if Olivia and ADA Cabot allowed her to. She had spent enough time in New York not doing what she had intended to do and her budget was running short. She stood and collected the cup from the table, she walked slowly over to the nearest trash can, quickly downed the cool liquid before tossing the empty cup into the garbage.
Izzie skulked passed the nurses station, her sight set on the open door before her, she entered the room silently and saw Bradley Wallis lying sound asleep in the bed. There was no one else in the room. The visiting doctor took the opportunity to check the patients chart. It was her prerogative, she had after all saved the boys life, so everyone kept telling her. She rolled her eyes at the thought, wondering what she would do should she hear one more person tell her exactly what she already knew. Once satisfied with what she had read, she placed the chart back where it belonged and decided to search for someone who could explain what had happened to Mrs Wallis, she hoped the young mother was ok and nothing too serious had occurred.
Approaching the nurses station she was preoccupied with her own thoughts, she didn’t see the doctor before her who had turned to move away from the desk when they collided. Charts fell to the floor and Izzie was brought out of her reverie. She jumped down to help the doctor pick up the paperwork.
“I’m so sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going.” When the blond received no response and the hands in front of her stopped moving she looked up. “Ohmygod.” She whispered.
“Izzie.” Came the final reply, also in a hushed disbelieving tone.
“Addison.” Izzie said, barely believing her own eyes. Tears were formulating in her eyes, threatening to spill over, she fought them back and stood, trying to regain her composure. Addison followed suit, straightening herself and placing the disarrayed charts on the counter. She patted down her scrubs before looking into those brilliant brown eyes.
“What are you doing here?” Addison asked, still slightly dazed, the woman who had occupied her thoughts since leaving Seattle was now stood right in front of her in a New York hospital.
“Here here? Or, here here?” the blond blurted. Addison smiled, she had missed the sometimes dizzy blond, “I mean, here as in Bellevue, or here as in Manhattan?” Izzie said after realising her faux pas.
“Both I guess. Of all the people in all the world, I did not expect you to literally come crashing into me.”
“I’m in the hospital visiting the Wallis’ which is a long story. I’m in Manhattan because I wanted to find you.”
“Why?” Addison couldn’t work out why Izzie would have flown so far without knowing where to find Addison after they had become estranged.
“Do you not want me here Addison? Because I could quite easily turn around and go back to Seattle, I’m leaving tomorrow anyway.” Izzie’s defensive stubborn streak sprung into action and she began to back away from the attending.
“No Izzie wait.” Addison grabbed a hold of her arm. “Don’t go, not yet, I think we need to talk.” She reasoned.
“Addison, you left without a word, you’re the one who’s going to do the talking.”
“And you’re the one who was literally ignoring me, you didn’t make my decision hard Izzie.” Addison responded defensively.
Izzie raised her hands, “Ok, ok, we’ll talk, amicably.”
“I’m not due to finish yet. Here,” Addison took some paper and began writing on it, “take my number and call me at 7. I’ll meet you then.” She handed the scrap of paper to the blond, their fingers touching as the paper passed over, their eyes locked, so many feelings shared without a spoken word. Izzie looked away first, for fear tears may appear, but also afraid she could lose herself in the bright blue eyes of the surgeon. She loved Addison in her navy scrubs, it made her eyes look even more brilliant and blue.
“I, I’ll call you.” Izzie said as she stuffed the paper into her jeans pocket and rushed down the corridor.
TBC . . .