Title: All Smiles (1 and 2 out of 4)
Author: Jazz
Rating: The first three parts are PG, maybe PG-13, and part 4 is NC-17. Bahaha.
Fanbase: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Callie/Arizona (Calzone)
Word Count: Part 1-810 words. Part 2-789 words.
Teaser: I decided to write a tiny, tiny one-shot that is basically based on my feelings for Sara Ramirez, only how I think Arizona might take it. If that makes sense. The tiny one-shot turned into a series of tiny one-shots that follow the same storyline I set up. So it's a short story in parts, I suppose.

It's been a week. A week has gone by and Callie Torres and I have not said a word to each other. Am I freaking out? Just a little bit. I'm glad I have my job to keep me busy, because all my spare time is spent thinking about her and why she hasn't talked to me.

Maybe it's because neither of us has caught the other's eye. Maybe we're just missing each other. I saw her—once—in the corridors, but she was talking to Dr. Sloan, and turned away from me, so all I saw was her ass. Not that I minded that at all. But still. I'd like some contact here. Maybe a hello? A simple smile or wink would suffice, thank you very much.

Oh my goodness. She's sitting across the room from me.

I catch her eye. We are in the lunch room. She and I are both sitting alone eating salads and reading the latest issues of Health magazines. What nerds. When she sees that I'm looking, she half-smiles. Oh, yes. Score one for Arizona. I smile back and motion for her to join me at my table. We can we nerds together.

She puts her magazine away and gets up, keeping eye contact with me. She's coming over to sit by me! Ohmigosh! I am Arizona, Queen of the Mother-Fucking World!

She slides into the seat next to me and I try not to look triumphant. I remind myself that she hasn't even said anything yet. She could be sitting here just to tell me she wants to be friends.

Oh gosh. She had better not.

Keep it cool, Arizona. Don't show her that you're freaking out.

I'm lucky I paid attention to drama class in 8th grade and that I watch Lie to Me every Wednesday, or she would see the panic and nervousness alllll over my face.

"Hi," I say, biting my lip. Nervous habit. She smiles in an absolutely adorable lopsided way.

"Hey. Arizona," she says.

"Callie," I reply, full out grinning. She is interested! I can just see it. "What's up?"

"Um, not much. Just…eating lunch," says Callie. I laugh, which makes her smile. Wow. Damn. Her teeth are so white. God, she is gorgeous. I think I pause too long, my eyes lingering on her lips, before I respond.

"Me too." Wow. Smoooooth, Arizona. Can't get much cooler than you. "What'd you get to eat?" A salad, durr. You just saw it. You got the same thing.

"I got a salad," says Callie, glancing down at my own. She leans forward in her seat, closer to me. Her foot barely grazes my leg, and I'm shivering. And it's pretty warm out today. I have no excuse.

Callie seems to know she's doing this to me. Her smile becomes a smirk.

"I finished my salad," she says. "But I'm still hungry. Do you mind if I steal a bit of yours?" She knows I don't. I nod, my eyes wide. God, I am so bad at hiding my emotions. Lie to Me is doing nothing. At least it's entertaining.

Callie picks up my fork…my fork, and slowly drags one leaf of lettuce up to her mouth. As she devours it, she closes her eyes as if it's the tastiest food ever and she's trying to savor every bite. Both she and I know that the salad is anything but the tastiest food—Iceberg lettuce with ranch dressing—but that doesn't matter to either of us. I lick my lips, watching hers.

Arizona, you suck. You suck, you suck, you suck. She's hot, and you're falling for her hard, and she's only playing with you, and she's probably straight, and…she's hot.

My mind is on one track.

I smile a little dreamily at Callie. She grins back at me and brushes my hair out of my face. Everything is happy and dreamy and in a nice, slow motion and then…

Callie's pager goes off, and it's a 911.

Aw, damn, damn. You seriously suck, Arizona. Seriously.

"I have to go," says Callie. "I'll see you later, okay?"

"Definitely," I hear myself say confidently. Where do these sudden bursts of awesome come from? I'm pretty sure that was the one moment throughout all of lunchtime, that I actually sounded in charge of myself. Which, I'm not. Because my body is humming and it tingles where she touched me and my head is clouded with images of her and that damn salad.

Something drops into my lap about the same time she turns around to walk off. It's a piece of paper, folded in half 7 times. I unfold it and read it.

It's Callie's phone number.

She put it in my lap.

She gave it to me!

She likes me!

You rock, Arizona! You are the Queen of the Mother-Fucking World!!

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