Author's Note: once again I say, no characters are mine. This is part of the perspective's series, but it's from Callie's point of view, Enjoy!
I'm so tired, and this is just so, not a good day for tired. Most days I enjoy the feeling of sore muscles because it means I've saved lives, and limbs, and someone's loved one is in better shape because they had me as their doctor. Sure, I'd…well, we'd saved the day again; Hahn, Sloan, and Torres—the dream team. But things should have been smoother. They should have been "first cup of coffee in the morning" smooth. "Jazz in the square" smooth…ahhh…whatever, I'm just so tired.
I pull off my scrub cap, and just stare at Sloan. He hasn't moved a muscle, or spoken a word since we sat down. I don't think he's fairing any better than I am.
It's a little tense in here; I shift in my seat and blow out a big breath. As if on some divine cue, Erica Hahn "heart god" enters the room—because we need more tension.
"I know this is going to sound bizarre…" she says as she sits down, "but…do you people want to get a drink with me?"
Mark scoffs: "and why would we want to do that?"
Mark is such a jerk, and Hahn looks really beat down. "She's saying she needs a friend." Idiot, I add silently. I think what we all need are the drinks.
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It was pretty much the regular crowd at Joe's, and liquor was definitely what we needed. I can almost see the weight lifting of our collective shoulder. Mark's playing both of us, seriously, if he hits on either one of us again I might puke. He's just all full of smiles because he's having drinks with two gorgeous women.
Hahn still looks like she's got the weight of the world on her shoulders; the liquor is definitely doing it's thing now, because I am laughing at every stupid thing Mark says; Hahn smiles occasionally, but just keeps sipping on her wine. I better watch myself of Mark will end up in my pants, because his charm is really starting to glow…kind of like Hahn's hair…pretty.
--Beep—Beep
Everyone glances at their pagers; "It's mine." Hahn states; "I'll, uh…see you guys tomorrow." She's off like a bolt of lightning, must be something big.
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I go out with Erica the next few nights, without Sloan, and you know what, Erica's amazing. It turns out our sense of humor is very similar, and we like a lot of the same things; like food, and liquor, and dancing. Which brings me to today; a day that really should have had a good nights sleep in front of it; but Erica and I never made it home. It was wild—we'd been drinking and dancing; we closed down the club, and then went out for food, and by the time we stopped talking, and realized how late it was the sun was almost up, so we had come to work. Erica had slipped away to try and nap, but I had a surgery scheduled, and couldn't be late so coffee would have to do for me.
"You're hanging out with Dr. Hahn?" Christina's question was just another thing on my already too long list.
"Erica…yeah…we went out last night and it got kinda late with the…" Yang must have been utterly bored with my answer.
"You're hanging out with Hahn?"
Seriously what's the deal? "Erica…yes."
"So you and Hahn are friends?"
I swear, Christina needs a life. "Erica…yeah." I just walked away. I know Erica gives her a hard time but, seriously; sometimes Yang deserves it.