AN: Hey everyone. This is my first attempt at Calzona... so be kind. Disclaimer: None of the characters are my own and I take some scenes directly from the show. Sometimes you just can't beat Shonda.

Rated M starting in Chapter 7

As always, feel free to leave criticism, recommendations, questions, testimonials... ;) You know the drill.

Chapter 1: The Nightmare

"George! Don't walk away from this!"

"Why!? Why, Callie?! You're not done yelling yet!? Well I'm sure as hell done hearing it!"

That froze the Latina to her place and she could only let the blaze within her roar as she watched her husband, not for the first time, walk out the door, slamming it to add his own punctuation to the conclusion of yet another argument. Her hand reached to her head, grabbing her raven hair in frustration as she started pacing around their bedroom, spitting Spanish into the empty space. How could he just make a decision that big without even talking to her? He just walked right up to the recruitment office and enlisted! Enlisted! Who does that?! No one just does that. Not when they have a wife and a 2 month old daughter!

As if on cue, a cry tore through the house from the nursery. Callie sat down on the edge of her bed, willing the anger and the fighting to just stop. She had been so happy when she found out she was pregnant. She really hoped that it would finally bring their rushed and broken marriage together. They shared something now, but more and more she had began to realize her husband's disdain for their daughter. It was the only thing holding them to each other and he hated her for it. Another scream broke her from her thoughts and she got up to go attend to her little girl; she needed at least one parent.

"Shhh, shhh, my baby. Sofia, shh. Mami's here." The infant curled into her mother's embrace and started to calm. Callie started to hum to her, nothing in particular just the song on her heart. She swayed to the music and danced slowly around the room, basking in the peace surrounding her. This was the only solace she found recently. Where her husband hated her daughter, she could only love her more. Her perfect brown patches of hair, her beautifully dark blue eyes... They were starting to show the dark brown she was sure was to be the final color, just like her Mami. But her favorite was the smile that would form as she fell back asleep in her arms. "You know, baby girl..." she kissed her forehead sweetly."They say babies don't dream. But I think they're wrong. I think that was a nightmare." She sat down in the rocking chair and closed her eyes to the gentle motion. "But you're okay. I've got you." She leaned down to kiss her again and startled when she realized how warm her baby's forehead was. A quick panic started to sneak into her gut and she lifted her hand to check the baby's head. Hot. She was definitely hot; too hot.

She checked Sofia's temperature every fifteen minutes for three hours, and tried every method in the baby books to bring her fever down but all Sofia wanted to do was sleep and that worried her. She was usually a very active baby, even at 2 months. And as soon as she would break contact, a strangled cry would erupt from the tiny baby. Something was wrong, something was definitely wrong.

She raced into the hospital after a very grueling drive of going the speed limit, not letting her panic get both of them in trouble. "BAILEY! Page peds! Now!" She yelled. The short woman turned on her heel with wide eyes to see the panicked Ortho surgeon racing towards her. "Something!..." she broke and tears were falling down her face. Bailey ran up to her, placing a hand on her back. "Callie? Callie breathe. What's wrong?" She motioned to the nurse at the nurse's station to page peds. "Tell them we're on our way up." The nurse nodded and started dialing.

"Something's wrong with Sofia and I tried everything but Bailey... something's wrong!" Tears were streaming down her face as Bailey led her towards the pediatrics wing.

"Okay. Okay, calm down. We've got the best here. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about." Callie didn't look convinced. "If it is, you did the right thing. They'll take care of her."

With that, she nodded and as they entered the pediatrics wing a very happy and bubbly blonde woman with short curls came rolling... wait. Did she just roll? Her shoes... they roll? Peds really was a different world altogether. "Dr. Torres! Come on in! Let's take a look at your little girl and see what's going on." She nodded and followed the blonde into the first room through the door. Bailey leaned in, "Robbins, you got this? I have a liver patient..." the blonde nodded. "Go ahead. I've got this." Callie looked up, fear bleeding through her attempted smile. Bailey smiled back and patted the door frame as she went back towards her own patients.

"Okay! Let's get a look!" The peds surgeon picked up Sofia with practiced hands and laid her on the examination table. She immediately started crying and Callie reached for her instinctively, but drew back when the blonde leaned over and started talking to her, soothing the baby in a way no one but Callie had ever been able to. She reached her arms around her torso, holding herself as she watched her baby girl's examination.

After what seemed an eternity, the blonde turned around, holding the infant out to her mother. Callie took her and held her, swaying as the doctor talked. "You did the right thing, Dr. Torres. I'm going to order some scans just to be sure, but I think she has an infection in her bowel. She's strong though and the fever is good. The fever means her body is fighting and after we help a bit, she will be absolutely fine."

Relief washed over the Latina as the day's events finally crushed her. She started sobbing as she thought of how awful the day had been. Needing someone to be there for her, but knowing the only one who could, refused to stand by her. No one had been there for her and no one ever would. She had been so scared... she tried to steady herself against the table and strong arms found their way around her. She immediately sunk into the embrace she needed so badly, careful not to squish Sofia. She hid her eyes into the space where the blonde's neck met her shoulder and cried as circles were traced on her back and whispers of comfort reached her ears. After a tear had been shed for every emotion she had locked away since, well, since she could remember, she pulled away realizing the awkward position she had put the other woman in. A nervous laugh erupted from her and she wiped her tears away. The blonde was still holding on to her, and she gripped her arms quickly in reassurance before dropping her arms.

"Sorry about that..."

"No, don't apologize, Calliope." Gorgeous, brilliant, blue eyes met hers and a cautious but brief smile flitted across her mouth. No one ever called her Calliope besides her father. She hated her name, so much so that she never introduced herself that way, only ever as Callie or Dr. Torres. But the way this doctor said it... she made it sing. It caught her off guard how her heart skipped a beat at the sound. It had been a long time since someone had made her heart skip that way… if she was really honest with herself, this was the first real time.

"I'll go order those scans. Do you want some water?" she paused, taking in the appearance of the Latina. "Coffee maybe?"

The stress of the day landed on her and suddenly she was exhausted. "Coffee. Coffee would be wonderful. Thank you..." her voice trailed off when she realized she didn't know the doctor's first name. She had known her own full first name, how could she not know her's?

"Arizona." She finished with a smile.

Not just any smile though. God that really was a beautiful smile; dimples and all. She couldn't help but smile back.

"Arizona. Thank you." Arizona nodded and grabbed the door frame.

"One coffee and one picture of a particularly cute tiny human's insides coming right up!" She smiled even wider and pushed off of the door frame, gliding towards the nurse's station leaving one calm and happy Callie holding her baby girl with a very, very big smile.