INTRODUCTION:

The still of night was upon Seattle. A peaceful bed if for only a minute...as a the blaring sound of a pager goes off in. A hand reaches reaches out...grabbing incessantly in a feverish manner, finally grabbing onto the square case to bring it closer for a visual. The numbers on display read out *911

Damn, of all the nights to be on-call Arizona thought...as she was already exhausted..her wife , also a very talented surgeon briefly lifted up, only to be told it was not her being paged to which she fell directly back to bed. Arizona struggled to mentally focus briefly , then as she was already at the edge of the bed reached to manually place her leg on the floor. Her good leg, that is...a surgeon with one leg was assuredly not a first... but the only in employment probably in Seattle at Sloan Grey Memorial. She quickly fitted her partial stump into her prosthetic and rose to grab her scrubs. A quick glance at her Fossil watch on the nightstand let her know that 2:30 am meant she was going to be ridiculously early for her morning shift.

She leaned over to kiss her wife's cheek. By the time she arrived back at the apartment that they shared, Callie Torres would already be in another state on a Orthopedic consult for the NFL regarding her research on artificial cartilage. A part of her wanted Callie to stay...they hadn't had much luck when it came to being apart, even for a little while...no matter how hard they tried , it seemed as if Fate was against them. But she had no time to ponder life's cruel momentum at the moment...

hours later...

Arizona Robbins, head of Pediatrics at Sloan Grey Memorial Hospital... yeah just glancing down at the name tag. Just in case I'm wondering what the hell I'm still doing here. It had already been a long day and technically it wasn't even 8am. Her legs walked in an automated route to the cafeteria. The sound of grinding coffee beans and muted voices were merely white noise to the day's routine in Arizona's head. The sound of a coffee cup hitting the counter briefly registering in her mind, and she reflexively grabs the cup. This was probably her fourth since last night and god knows when she was going to get home. Removing the lid, she begins to pour the almighty sugar granules into the dark liquid. Sugar...yes she definitely needed sugar with her caffeine.

She hears a feminine voice near her ear, saying "I'm Lauren." She turns around , confused, to come face-to-face with a unfamiliar doctor, that much was obvious by their matching white lab coats. Fumbling, she mutters.. "oh, ok...hi", and she turns around and finishes her coffee preparation...that sure was a weird way to introduce yourself, she thought.

This time the woman's voice becomes a little more insistent, "No, I meant as in I'm Lauren, my name is on the side of that coffee cup that you're putting way too much sugar in..." Arizona shifts the cup around and sees that she has in fact grabbed the wrong cup. At that same time, another cup hits the counter with 'Arizona' emblazoned on the side in black sharpie marker.

The new doctor walks up and slightly shoulders her way in front of Arizona.."Oh this is you, huh, well now I guess it's me" and raises the cup to her lips and drinks it. Arizona stares in disbelief...well look at this bitch...Shocking green eyes meet brilliant blue ones, the new doctor allows her eyes to drift over the blonde's face, her lips, with a cocky grin spreading across her face..."Well, I hope I see you around..." And with that, just as quickly as this mystery woman had appeared, she was gone, leaving Arizona staring at the back of her head as she disappeared into the 8am crowd.

Arizona stared after the new blonde doctor in a bit of a daze. She had been on-call for the last 48, but she was pretty sure that she would have remembered a face like that in the halls. Glancing down at her coffee, the name Lauren stared back at her. The exchange had happened so fast, Arizona hadn't had time to glance at her lab coat to see her specialty. But, she hadn't missed how the woman held her gaze just a few seconds longer than normal when she had said hope to see you around and the appreciative smile that played across her mouth. Had that meant something, or was she just tired?

Probably the latter, shaking her head Arizona continued to the elevator to begin her rounds. At the ding of the bell, double doors open and she is faced with the brightly colored halls of the Pediatrics ward. Her dimpled smile stuck out at the murals of the safari animals and balloons. Her tiny humans were what drove her out of bed each morning. Her constant need for perfection and excellence wasn't just for her own ego, but a desire to give these children here at Grey Sloan Memorial the best care current medicine can provide. Lives were held in the balance on her every decision. A parent's dreams and hopes were either shattered or renewed based on at times a 'gut instinct''.

In some cases like today, she was expected to perform miracles. A baby boy was here for a once-in-a-lifetime surgical facial reconstruction. Not only did he have a cleft lip and nose plastics repair, this child's pre-frontal cortex portion of his brain was literally on the outside rather safely encased within the skull. This case was so rare, GSM had contracted a Neurospecialist whiz to assist the head of Peds over the next several days.

Avery had handpicked Dr. Boscoe, or something similar as Arizona had been fading in and out during the grand speech last week about her esteemed colleagues arrival. Her mind was lost in streaming thought as she rounded the corner to the NICU, and into her office. Each day, she felt like she was making some headway into the mountain of files currently residing on her desk, but she's swear it continued to double. After discharging a few lucky patients, and revizing the rest for an alternate plan of care, her brief peace was interrupted by her pager blaring. Jackson Avery was buzzing her into the consult room A.

Jackson was discussing treatment details with the one and only, Lauren Boswell, just as Arizona rounded the corner. Lauren hearing someone entering the room turned to face the door. It was like a shock in Arizona's stomach as her eyes settled on the turning form in front of her.

Time stopped as she watched honey blonde hair cut into a sleek bob bounce to reveal a familiar profile...her coffee mishap was also her new partner?...shock and then pleasant surprise arcs through Lauren's thoughts as she sees its her mystery blonde from this morning. Then it happened again, just like this morning-those eyes so impossibly green and hazel in the center-locked onto hers and that same knowing grin.

"Arizona", Lauren's quick but excited reply came as Avery was just about to do introductions. Arizona flashed a dimpled smile as she stood like a deer caught in headlights for a brief couple of seconds.