I feel like we need something , so here is shot at what could happen. For those reading Act of Love I am hoping this has unblocked thing. LOL I really felt like this place needed this more tonight. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

Two months had passed. Two months of Callie walking around Seattle Grace Mercy West like she had lost her best friend. It was appropriate because she had. She was forced to think of Arizona every second she was in that apartment. It was her new paint and decorations. Callie couldn't stand it. She hated it almost as much as she hated Arizona Robbins. So a solution to the problem was simple; she never went there. She had let April move in with her a week after Arizona left. It was help to Callie really. She slept in the on-call room every day and April watered the flowers and checked the mail. Anything that was addressed to Arizona was forward to her parents house.

Daniel Robbins called Callie once to check on something; anything. Callie was pretty sure that Arizona had put him up to the phone call. He was disappointed to hear that Callie wasn't there. He asked April about Callie. She told him Callie was fine. She was upset for a day or two, but had moved on. April hated to lie, because she was sure it was going straight back to Arizona.

Everyone at the hospital had treated Callie with kid gloves since Arizona left. They weren't sure who's side to be on. They all knew that Callie really didn't want to go to Africa. She did it once and she was settled now. She had a good job with great friends that she didn't want to leave. It was a choice Arizona made before Callie and she had no idea how two years down the road, some silly paperwork would turn her life upside down. She wanted Callie to go, it was Callie that made it clear in the last couple of days she didn't want to leave. The chief was teasing her and it was obvious to Arizona, Callie wanted stay. Callie's career was just as important as Arizona's.

That's what lead them to that moment, in a crowded airport, screaming at each other. Both were so hurt by the other, neither would stop long enough to listen to the other. Neither one realizing that it wasn't anger, regret or disappointment that was talking, it was hurt. Hurt caused both of them to come to that fight. Arizona was hurt Callie wasn't happy for her and seemed detracted by bribes from the Chief. Callie was hurt when Arizona told her to be happy. They both said things they didn't mean. They were hurt. Hurt is a funny emotion. Anger you get over, disappointment disappears, regret gives way to life. Hurt is something that stays. In the quiet of the night, it was hurt that lolled Callie and Arizona to sleep at night.

Arizona's days were empty and sad. The once perky doctor rarely smiled. She would give her best fake smile to the tiny humans, but it was just that, fake. She died inside the day she left. She was haunted at night by Callie's hurt look on her face. Arizona had left her and stupidly told her to be happy. That was the other thing that kept Arizona awake at night. Callie happy? Arizona hated the thought of Callie smiling that smile at someone else. Of someone else laying in her bed. Someone else making Callie happy. Arizona Robbins was broken like she never had been before. Arizona was sure that if she went back to Seattle in three years, Callie would have moved on. A lot kept Arizona awake at night. She wished she was back in Seattle. She wished she could say I am sorry. She had called Callie's phone once. She wasn't surprised when her ex-girlfriend didn't answer the phone. Arizona hung up when the voicemail picked up. She wished she was back in Seattle.

Callie's POV

"What's wrong? I did like you asked." The young intern asked.

"It's ok April. Just let me in." I stepped up to the pt's side. "Wow, it's worse than the MRI showed." I talked to the interns as I worked. "It's called a bucket handle tear in her meniscus. No wonder that the pain was so bad. Come over here and look."

April and Jackson stepped up closer. "See how the meniscus is torn and double over."

"Yeah." The said in unison.

"See how it's hung in the knee? It's standing up like a bucket handle." I made the cuts that I needed to in order to release the meniscus. "Alright, we are done."

"Callie?" April said in a whisper.

"Yes?" I said finishing the stitching.

"Callie?" April said again.

I looked up in frustration. "What?"

April's eyes gazed up over my right shoulder. Her head raised up in a nod toward the gallery. Before I could turn around and look, Mark came into the OR. "Torres!"

I saw him looking too. "What the hell is it?" I said as I turned around to look at the gallery. I almost dropped the instruments in my hands when I saw a familiar blonde standing in the gallery. I turned around as she raised her hand to wave. As my back was now to her, I took a deep breathe and tried to gather my thoughts. I looked at the people in front of me. They were all looking from me to her. "People, if you want to see a show, go follow Grey and Yang. If you want to fix this girls knee then stop looking around the room. Jackson?"

"Yeah, doctor Torres."

"Close off that damn gallery!"

Arizona's POV

As I walked into the gallery, I lost my breathe. I was nervous to see Callie. I had a few hellos as I walked down the halls of the hospital. I had never be afraid to step in this room, but today I was. I walked down the two steps and stood in front of the large window. I noticed the double take that April gave in my direction. "Damn it" I whispered as I had been spotted. I then saw Mark Sloan almost run into the OR and say something to Callie.

"Oh God." Escaped my mouth as I noticed she was being told of my presents and she started to turn around. I felt like a kid that was caught with their hand in the cookie jar. I didn't know what to do other than wave.

I watched Callie turn round and the mood in the room suddenly return to normal. Then suddenly the blinds were pulled on the gallery window. I knew immediately just how angry Callie Torres was at me. I sat down in the chair closest to me. I didn't know what to do, what to say, or how I was going to get Callie to talk to me. All I knew was just seeing her, angry or not, made me smile. I stood and walked out of the room. I came here to do a job, not sit in this chair. I needed to find the objected of my sudden happiness.

Callie's POV

As I walked out of the operating room, I leaned against the sink. "Why is she here?" I hit the sink and yelled out "Damn it!" as Mark walked into the room.

"You want some time alone?"

"Why is she here?"

"I don't know. I do know that she was in the chief's office and that if the rumors are true, she got her job back."

I immediately turned my head toward him. "What? Mark, that means…..God….."

"She's back for good is what it means."

"Why?"

Mark patted me on the shoulder as he pulled me into a hug. "I know she didn't come back for any of us. She is here for you."

I let out a deep sigh. "Most days I hate her and now she is in the gallery looking at me."

Mark pulled back and took me by the shoulders. "Listen, the only thing that you two did wrong was you are lousy at talking. You should have told her you didn't want to go instead of her coming to that conclusion on her own. She was hurt and then she hurt you."

"I'm not ready to talk to her."

"Then don't. You two need to make sure you are ready to talk before you try again. Make sure you aren't going to yell. You need to talk. Now come on. You can't hide in here."

I walked to my locker looking around every corner making sure I didn't see her. I walked in the locker room and let out a sign thanking God I had made it. As I walked to the locker I saw a note typed to the inside of the locker. I pulled the note down and read it.

Callie,

I love you.

-Arizona

I held that note for what seemed like forever. After I crumbled it and threw it into my locker and walked toward my new apartment; the on-call room.

Arizona's POV

I saw him coming toward me out of the corner of my eye as I was charting. "What is it Mark?" I said without raising my head.

"How was Africa?"

I took a deep breathe, put my pen down and turned my attention to him. "It was good. There is a lot of work to be done there. A lot of children that need pediatric surgeons."

"So way is the best one standing here?"

I knew that Mark saw the tears that were now burning my eyes. "Do you know it's an eighteen hour flight to Africa?"

"No."

"Eighteen hours Mark of sitting there looking at the empty seat beside you. Of thinking what an idiot I was to do that. Two months of crying myself to sleep at night. I love her. More than me or medication or even the tiny humans. I love her more than anything."

"So you came back for Torres?"

"I want the better part of my life back. I have to get her back. I will do whatever it takes. How ever long it takes. I WILL get her back."

"Ok, then. I am with you."

Callie's POV

I finally made it to the on-call room without being spotted. I laid in that bed for three hours staring at the ceiling. I was interrupted by my phone. I had a new text message. I clicked the button to view the message.

Torres, you gotta talk to her.

I dropped the phone on my chest as I continued to lay there. I laid my arm across my eyes and just tried to think. It was no use my mind was running in a million different directions. I heard the door open and didn't even look. I knew it was Mark.

"Look, Mark, I will when I feel like it."

"You aren't sleep in our apartment anymore?"

I quickly sat up and looked at Arizona. "Go away."

"You…you cut your hair?"

"Go away." I laid back down.

"You are sleeping here now?"

"It's the on-call room. God just go away."

"No. Not until you say something to me other than go away."

I stood and grabbed my lab coat as I walked to the door. I stopped just in front of her. "Ok, you want something different? Stay the fuck out of my way Robbins." With that, I left the room.

I walked as fast as I could. Down the hallway, down the stair case, through the front lobby and out the front door. I walked down the sidewalk until I could no longer breathe. I stopped and doubled over crying. Damn her. Damn you, Arizona.

Arizona's POV

"Stay the fuck out of my way Robbins." I watched Callie walk out of the room. I was ripped to the ground by one sentences. As hard as I tried the tears started. Damn you. Damn you, Callie.

Chapter 2

The next two weeks was a job for Callie. She spent more time avoiding Arizona than she did in surgery. Everywhere she knew Arizona she was; Callie wasn't. If she noticed her in the cafeteria, she ate later. People didn't mention her name to Callie. If Callie had issues in the peds unit she dealt with Alex.

She went to sleep every night by the taste of alcohol and the thought of Arizona Robbins. Callie was sure that she could deal with almost anything, but the hurt she had no control over. It just wouldn't stop. What she didn't know was across town there was a blonde going to bed the same way. Living the pain with every breathe just like her.

Arizona's POV

I had a very busy day today. It is never good when the pediatric unit is full. Sick, tiny humans are heartbreaking. I would just add that to my list of heartaches these days. As I walked down the hall, something caught my eye in one of the labs. I stopped and looked into the widow to see a woman looking through a microscope only breaking away to chart the progress she made. I took a deep breathe and walked into the room unannounced.

Callie looked up at me with a stern look and returned to the microscope. "I have nothing to say to you, Doctor Robbins."

Every time she called me Doctor Robbins or Robbins, it turned the dagger a little more. "Ok" I said holding back the emotion that wanted so desperately to make it's way out. "You don't have to talk to me. I will talk."

"I am busy."

"As am I. The peds unit is full, so yeah, I'm busy too." Callie never looked up, so I continued. "I want to explain something to you. I knew that you didn't want to go. I knew the whole time. How could I not. Callie, I was hurt. I wanted you to go with me. I wanted you to be proud of me, for me."

"I was." Callie looked up in disbelief. "I was proud of you."

"You had a funny way of showing it."

"I am busy here." She returned to her work.

"All day you were angry. You were mad that Mark took a freaking waffle maker. You thought the gifts that those sick little children made for me was a joke. They are children, Callie. You say you want one? Their parents were just like us. Two people that loved each other and woke up one day and their child was sick. Those children needed me, so yeah I loved the macaroni glued to every paper plate."

"Are you about done?" Callie anger was showing again.

"No, no I am not. Your best friend decorated the doctors lounge and bought awful cupcakes with Halloween sparkles and it was the sweetest thing, and you were mad. You and the Chief were playing this cat and mouse game and you were taking the bait. You didn't want to go. I wanted this for me. I did this before you, but it was for me."

"I begged you to let me go. I BEGGED you. The person you loved begged you and you walked away like it was nothing. Like I was some chic you met in a bar the night before. You looked at me and told me to take care of myself like I meant nothing to you."

"Is that what you think? I spent an eighteen hour flight crying my eyes out looking at the empty seat next to me. I did what I thought was best for you too. I understand that…."

Callie stood and walked toward me. "You understand what? How I felt? Let me tell you how I felt. George came home one night and I found out he was falling in love with someone else. Even that didn't compare. You know what I felt like? I felt like I was standing in front of Seattle Grace Hospital again watching the woman that is suppose to care about me walk away."

"Are you comparing me to Hahn?"

"Where is the difference. Oh yeah, the difference is I loved you. Nothing compared to that moment. You walked away like it meant nothing to you. That me standing there crying was nothing to you."

"It was something to me."

"Now you are the one that has a funny way of showing things. I told you we were through if you left and you told me we already were. When was that Arizona? When did that happen because I didn't see it." Callie walked around me out of the room.

For the first time since I came home I wondered if this was hopeless.

Callie's POV

I could never have imagined wanting to get away from Arizona. I just had to get out of that room. I walked into the Doctor's lounge to find Cristina waiting on Owen.

"Have I told you I love that hair cut?"

"Well I hope the hell so, it's your fault."

"You put the idea in my head. You know I am looking for a new field."

"God, are you still on that?"

"Don't judge me. Where's little bo peep."

"Who? She is out there somewhere. Waiting around corners and finding me while I am trying to be rock star."

"She talked to me this morning."

"She did?"

"Yes. You know we really were an ass that day."

"What the hell? She left me standing in an airport. How is this my fault?"

"I didn't say it was. I am just saying that you both caused that moment. Roller girl wasn't the only one."

"I liked you better when you were just walking the halls staring like a zombie." I said as I left yet another room.

Arizona's POV

I was still sitting where Callie left me when I heard the door open. "You hiding too?'

"No Mark."

"Kinda looks like it." He said as he pulled a stool up beside me. "You wanna talk?"

I would have never seen me spilling my guts to Mark Sloan, but after the past couple of months before Africa, I had really come to like Mark. "She won't even talk to me. How do I have a chance in hell if she won't even talk to me?"

"Callie's been through a lot Arizona."

"I know and so have I. The past couple of months have not been easy for me either, Mark. I love her. I was over there just trying to survive."

"I am not talking about this, Robbins. Callie has been through a lot. Look at George and Erica. People leave her broken and alone. Her family turned their backs on her because she is gay. They just left her like it was nothing to them while she was crushed."

"I remember I was the one holding her hand."

"And I was the one holding it through Erica and when you left. She was a wreck after the George fiasco. She opened up and let Erica in and she left her. Just standing like she was nothing. Then she wanted to try again and she let you in and you left her like it was nothing. People leave her like she never meant anything to them. Like she was nothing."

"She was everything."

"LIKE SHE WAS NOTHING." Mark said firmly "You are never going to fix this until you realize what was going through her head and she can't see what you went through until she will listen. It's up to you make her listen."

"How do I do that? She won't even be in the same room with me."

"She doesn't trust you. You broke her trust in the love you two had. You have to figure out how to fix it. You have to mend that trust. How does she know that she isn't going to let you back in and then come home one day and you gone again. Someone she loves has left her again. Once you get her to trust that you aren't going to leave her again, then you have a chance in hell."

I reached over and kissed Mark on the cheek "You are brilliant."

"I am?"

"You are. I gotta make Callie realize she can trust me." With that I was out the door to make Callie trust me again.

Callie's POV

I was so thankful to finally have the lab back to myself. I was now making huge progress on my work. It had been hours since I had seen Arizona. Rumor had it that she had left the hospital. I didn't care as long as I didn't have to look at her or hear her. I was making huge progress. I am a rock star.

I was making huge progress until the door opened again. I looked up to see the same face as before. I dropped my pen and sighed.

"I know, I know. You aren't talking to me and that's ok." Arizona walked over to the table and stood just in front of me. "We don't have to talk. I just want you to know that will never leave you behind again. I can only try and make you believe that. So this is my best effort. I wanted to give you a souvenir." Arizona pulled something from her lab coat. She placed the box on the table. I looked at it. "Open it."

When I opened the box I tried not to lose my breathe. In the box was the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. I couldn't speak.

"You don't have to talk to me now, Callie. I love you and will never leave you again. So when you are ready to open that beautiful mouth and talk to me again. I will listen. Until then I will wait."

With that, she was gone as quick as she had came in.