"I will not have this fight with you again, Callie!"

"Then stop starting this fight, Owen! It is not my fault!"

An abrupt knock on the door stopped the married couple in their tracks. After a moment of staring at each other and breathing hard, Callie finally broke eye contact and stalked over to the door, flinging it open. "What?"

Callie's sister stood on the front porch with a disappointed look on her face. "Give me your children right now or stop fighting."

Callie took a deep breath and glanced back at Owen before asking Aria again, "What?"

"I got a message from your daughter…remember her?...telling me 'Mami and Daddy are fighting in the kitchen.' So either stop scaring my godbaby, or give me your children so I can take them to the park."

"How did Allegra send you a message?"

"You leave your stuff all over the place, Cal. You never change. My guess? She grabbed your phone"

"She's seven, Aria. She doesn't know how to text. Just get out of my house," Owen interjected.

"I'm on the porch, genius, not in your house. And three year olds can text now, Owen. Spend some more time with your own kid and you'd know she can too. Am I taking them or will you two cut it out?"

Just then, a little body came flying down the hallway, "Tia 'Ria! Tia 'Ria!"

"Hey, Lil'Bear!" Aria scooped the girl up into her arms and gave her a big kiss on the cheek. "Ugh, when did you get so big? How old are you know, 25?"

The girl giggled and buried her face in her Aunt's neck.

"27? 29?"

Allegra Hunt shook her head violently.

"Well, I know you're not 30 already."

"I'm seven, Tia 'Ria!"

A shrill beeping broke the tenuous feeling of happiness that had permeated the room as all three adults looked down at their hips.

Owen sighed heavily and glared at his wife's little sister. "Looks like you don't have to kidnap anyone today, Aria. I'm leaving." He turned to Callie, "I'll be back when I can."

"We'll talk later." Callie glanced at her sister and caught her pointed look. "Quietly. And calmly. Go save lives."

"'Bye Munchkin," he called to his daughter as he flew out the door.

Callie let out an exasperated sigh, "I know you don't like him, but do you need to provoke him like that?"

Completely ignoring her sister, Aria spoke to the little girl squirming in her arms, "Where are your brothers, Lil'Bear?"

"They're napping. Babies have to have nap time, but I'm a big girl, so I get to play." She looked shyly over at her mother, "Right, Mami?"

"You're absolutely right, mija. Why don't you go play for a bit and then you can show Tia 'Ria your new toys?"

The little girl squirmed out of her Aunt's grasp and ran off to her room, intent on getting back to her very involved game of Barbie.

Aria and Callie shared a long look before Aria raised a judgmental eyebrow in her sister's direction.

"Just don't, Aria. I don't want to hear it right now."

"Uh-huh."

"We're going to be absorbing Seattle Pres."

"Nice subject change. And bull. Where did you hear that?"

Callie made her way to the kitchen table and sat down with a huff. "Staff meeting with the Chief. It's happening."

Aria rolled her eyes and dropped into the seat across from her sister, burying her head in her hands. "Well, dammit. I don't want to work at Seattle Grace."

"Language! There are small ears around here."

Aria waved her hand in dismissal. "No worse than they hear when you and their father are at each other's throats, I'm sure. I really don't want to come work at Seattle Grace, Cal."

"We're the best hospital in the country. What in the world could you possibly complain about?"

"From everything I hear, it's not fun. Seattle Pres might be #12 in the country right now to your #1, but we're like a family. We have each other's backs, we're in each other's business. We've mostly all slept together. And I'm sorry, but another drawback to Seattle Grace is that you're there, Cal. Frankly, I don't really want to work in the same hospital as you."

"Look, sis, I know it might be intimidating with me being the head of cardio…"

"Intimidating?! Please, pretty please, Cit, tell me you're kidding me. Tell me your head has not gotten that big. Tell me that you are still the same sister I know and love and you don't really think this has anything to do with your beloved position at that place."

Callie was silent for a while before softly breaking the silence. "You haven't called me Cit in ages."

Aria shrugged noncommittally. "Well, we might not be as close as we once were, but we're still Cit Cat. As silly and stupid as those nicknames were. I have fond memories. You're my…my big sister, Cal, and I love you."

"But you don't want to work at the same hospital as me?"

"Do you even need an Ortho Resident?"

It was Callie's turn to roll her eyes. "I don't know why you're wasting your time and talent in Orthopedics, Aria. You're so much better than carpentry."

"I swear to god, Cal, do not get into this with me again. You know I hate it when your chief comes out of your mouth. And you were just as interested in Orthopedics as I was until your beloved Chief Webber pushed you into Cardio. My specialty is just as important as yours and just as impressive. I am working with a group of people who are trying to make cartilage from scratch. Scratch, Callie. You can't tell me that's not impressive."

"Exactly. You're trying. What do you have now, soup?"

"I'm going to ignore that."

"I just don't understand why working at a number 12 hospital is a good thing, especially when it sounds more like a frat house than a place of business."

Aria cocked her head to the side and appraised her sister. "You used to be fun. What happened, Cal?"

"I'm a mother now. I know I work a lot and I might not be the best mom, but…"

"Hey! No. I am stopping you right there. You are the most amazing mother. Hell, you practically had to raise me, so I know first-hand. I never, ever want to hear you doubting how amazing you are with those kids."

"I didn't raise you, Cat. You were just a new babydoll for me to play with. Mom and Dad raised you."

"You can keep saying that and pretending it's true, but we both know it's not." Aria narrowed her eyes at her sister. "How are things going with Owen?"

"We're good. You know, I think we're really working past everything that's been going on and…"

"Please, Cal. Don't lie to me."

A flash of panic crossed behind Callie's eyes. "I don't know wha—"

"Come on, this is me. You can talk to me. We're family; I will always be on your side."

Callie let out a harsh breath. "It's hard. It's so, so hard, Ar. I don't know what to do."

Aria looked at her big sister sympathetically. "What is going on?"

Sitting there for moments with her mouth open, Callie finally tried to explain herself to her sister, "I can't get…There's a…Life is hard, Aria. That's just a fact. And you have to barrel through it sometimes even when it's hard."

"You think I don't know that? You think I just floated through life, Cal?" She barreled on before her sister could cut her off, "—No! You always seem to forget that you and I did not have the same childhood, Callie! You are a Torres, and you were raised as a Torres. I am not a Torres. I was a black sheep before I was born. Mom was ashamed of me and Dad didn't want anything to do with me. I know life is hard; don't talk down to me when I'm doing nothing but trying to help you!"

"Keep your voice down, Aria, please. The boys are sleeping." Both women took a deep breath. "You don't know that you're not a Torres, Cat. Those were all rumors and we don't know."

Aria looked away and shook her head. "We know."

"Wha—"

"DNA test. I did it last time I was home visiting."

"And?"

"And I am the bastard child of an affair Mom had with the Italian pool boy. You and our cousins always made fun of me for not having the family's Latin dancing skills." Aria looked thoughtful for a moment. "And I always have had an unhealthy love of chicken piccata."

"This is not funny, Aria! Why didn't you tell me?"

Aria leaned back in her chair and folded her arms over her chest, protectively. "I thought Dad would. I kept expecting you to call and tell me not to come over anymore."

Callie leaned across the table and pulled one of Aria's arms so that she could hold her hand. "Why would I do that?"

"When did you last talk to dad?"

Callie thought for a moment. "I don't remember. A month or two? Maybe? Things have been crazy, between Owen and the kids and work. I've been kind of swamped."

"He cut me off, Cal. He doesn't 'recognize me as a Torres' any longer. He took away my trust fund, which, granted, was given to me very grudgingly in the first place…"

"He can't do that!"

"I'm not his child, Callie. Why can't he?"

The two sisters sat in silence for a moment, just looking at each other. "Aria, we've gone this many years not knowing. Why did you do it? And why did you tell him?"

"I had to know, Callie. It was killing me. I know you don't like to talk about it, so I didn't tell you how it was tearing me up inside. I had to know. And I had to tell dad. I…I don't know why, really, but I thought he should know. I don't know if he's told Mom, I don't know what's going on there. I haven't spoken to them since he cut me off."

Callie took a deep breath and let it out slowly while Aria just looked at her big sister, and ultimate role model, apprehensively.

"Do you want me to leave, Callie? I'll…understand. I can find a job somewhere else; I don't need to be absorbed into Seattle Grace. I'm sorry; I should have told you when I found out. I haven't been lying to you, exactly, but I wanted to keep a part of my family if I could. And you're my sister. Well, half-sister, I guess, but it doesn't matter to me. If it matters to you, I completely understand though, and I'll leave. You know what? I should just go. This was a lot to dump on you and I was supposed to be here to talk about you and make you feel better and…"

"Stop, Cat! Okay, you might not technically be a Torres, but you definitely got the rambling gene. You sound like my daughter when I catch her in a lie."

A small smile spread across Aria's face.

"You, Cassandra Ariadne Torres, are my sister. I have been your big sister since I was 10 years old and a DNA test is not going to change that. I took care of you. I changed your diapers. I helped you study for Med School. Hell, I'm the reason you got saddled with being called Aria instead of a normal person's name."

Chuckling, Aria took her hand away from her sister's grasp, "Yes. And I'm never going to forgive you for that. Just because you got stuck with Calliope did not mean that you had to insist people go with Ariadne for me. I would have been perfectly happy going through life as Cassie."

"Then we would have been Callie and Cassie."

Thinking for a moment, Aria scrunched up her nose. "Ew. You're right. Aria's way better. So…sisters?"

"Sisters. And nothing will change that."

Aria wiped away a stray tear that had made its way down her cheek. "Good." She took a deep breath. "Then we can move on and talk about you again. You are a pro at changing the subject, Callie Torres. Stop it." She looked across the table with pleading eyes. "Talk to me."

After a full two minutes of silence, Aria spoke up again.

"I will literally sit here, stare at you, and not say a thing until you talk to me, Cit."

Two more minutes went by before Callie finally spoke up. "I can't get the head of Pediatrics off my mind."

Aria shifted in her seat and nodded her head. "Head of Peds, huh?"

"Forget I said anything." Callie got out of her chair like a shot and moved into the kitchen, "Do you want some coffee?"

"Stop changing the subject. Let me think, Head of Peds at Seattle Grace is Robbins, right? Dr. Robbins?"

Callie was looking anywhere but at her sister. "Right. Dr. Robbins."

Aria let a small smirk cross her face. "Are you forgetting that my best friend is a Peds enthusiast, Cal? We are, of course talking about a Dr. ARIZONA Robbins, are we not? Blonde, blue eyed, dimpled, female Head of Peds?"

"Uh, no." Callie let out a small chuckle. "No. Of course not. That's ridiculous. I misspoke."

"Sure you did."

"I did!"

"Of course. So when I said, 'Dr. Robbins?' and you said, 'Right. Dr. Robbins,' that was…what?"

"That was me…misspeaking. I'm working on a case with her. Well, not with her, as such. I took a case from her and she's fighting me on it, so she was on my mind. And I misspoke."

Slowly, Aria got up from her chair and approached her rapidly panicking sister. "Cal, calm down. You wouldn't be the first Torres or…Half-Torres, I guess…to, how should I put this? Test the Sapphic waters."

Callie looked at her sister like she had grown two heads. "What are you talking about? I'm not…! Wait, are you…? Have you…?"

Aria rested a hand on Callie's arm. "I've dated girls. It's not a big deal."

"No big deal?" Callie let out a braying laugh. "I don't want you bringing that around my children, Aria! We are raising them with Faith and I…"

Holding her hands up in a sign of surrender, Aria backed up a few steps. "Whoa! What are you talking about? First of all, I'm not bringing it around your children, Calliope. You just found out about it yourself! And secondly, you are not a homophobe, so why are you talking like one?"

"I don't understand."

"I have dated a girl or two in my time. I fall for someone based on personality, not really by gender. Mostly, I've dated men. But not always."

Callie looked absolutely flabbergasted. "But why didn't you tell me?"

"Cal, when is the last time I talked to you about someone I was dating, male or female? If I meet someone special enough to bring home, I will tell you about them gladly. But I haven't met them yet. And we're supposed to be talking about you!"

"No, this thing with the Head of Peds…"

"Dr. Robbins. You can say her name."

"It's not like that!"

"Callie." Aria grabbed her sister by the shoulders and turned her to face her head on. "You're married."

"No, Aria, the big thing is that she is a woman! And yet…I can't…I can't stop thinking about…"

"Callie. The big thing is not that she's a woman. That doesn't matter. What matters is that you are married. You have kids. I know you won't come out and say it, not to me, not to anyone, but you and Owen are…having troubles. It's not my place to say anything more than that. But know this: your feelings are not bad. They're not evil. But you are married."