Hello everyone! So, I have decided to continue on from where the "What If" episode left off, primarily focusing on Callie and Arizona's story (with little bits of other couple's developments weaved in). I intend on making this a multiple chapter story, however, I'm not really sure where it is going yet. This first chapter really just sets some foundation for the story to follow so I apologize for the lack of plot. Please let me know your thoughts and enjoy!

Disclaimer: Shonda Rhimes is a storytelling magician. All props to her.

Callie POV

Callie's mind was reeling. For the life of her, she couldn't stop her mind from drifting back to her last interaction with Dr. Robbins. And every time she recalled said conversation, something within her stirred. What that something was, she wasn't exactly sure but it both scared and exhilarated her.

Sometime. That word, and the blond doctor associated with it, had been haunting her consciousness for the past week and Callie was still dumbfounded. Callie didn't do dumbfounded. It was a feeling unheard of by kickass cardio goddesses such as her. Yet, here she was, thinking herself into a migraine for the umpteenth time that week. Despite the many hours spent pondering, and many headaches acquired, the enigmatic woman and the effect she had on her left Callie at a loss. These (now daily) inklings overran Callie's brain as she power walked down the hall.

She may as well have been sleepwalking for all the awareness she currently possessed. A mobile, deep thinking Callie was something of an equivalent to a drunken bicyclist. Rolling along in a numb stupor, much too fast, and liable to crash into something- like a tree or mailbox. Or in this case, an opening door. There were two loud thuds. The first sounded as Callie slammed into the door, in full stride. The second as she hit the floor. The nurse that had opened the door saw who her victim was and immediately became a flurry of helping hands and apologies. Callie, who remained sprawled on the cool, unforgiving hospital floor, let out a strangled yet eloquent "Urghh." After dozens of attempts, she finally managed to wave off the panicked woman, continuing to unabashedly hold her ground. Some small part of her brain was telling her that it was not professional or socially acceptable to lounge spread eagle in the middle of a busy corridor, however, the larger part of her brain was busy experiencing somewhat of an epiphany. Something about Dr. Robbins bamboozled her. Intrigued her. She wanted to find out why- and there was only one way to do that. She was going out for drinks with Dr. Robbins. Bam. How could it have been that easy? It was like that damn door had knocked some sense into her- oh, the irony.

But apparently, fate wasn't done with her yet for the day. As her epiphany came to a close and a small smile began to creep across her face, Callie heard something that made her stomach drop. "Whatcha doin down there?" Oh God. There was only one person that that breezy, cheerful tone could belong to. She'd bet good money that the owner also possessed long blonde hair, blue eyes, and dimples. As if on cue, said bright blue eyes appeared above her, shining with curiosity.

"Uhhh… the door… it opened… wasn't looking…" Callie cringed at her foolish response and resorted to simply pointing at her now bruising forehead.

"Oh! Well let's get you up off that dirty floor so I can take a look at you," Arizona chirped. She lent a dazzling smile and a hand to help Callie up and into the nearest exam room. Despite Callie's objections, she had her sit on the table as she poked and prodded the tender flesh. While her fingers grazed Callie's skin, she felt no pain. Only a slight tingle, which seemed odd. Maybe she was still dazed. "Well, it looks like you'll be fine. Just a bruise," she offered cheerfully. "Make sure to put ice on that and take Tylenol for pain as needed, every six hours- you know the drill." She threw in a wink for good measure and turned to go, but finally, Callie's brain kicked in.

"Dr. Robbins, wait!" Arizona quickly spun back around, a smile still painted on her honest face. "About those drinks… I was thinking sometime could be tonight? If you're free and you're still up for it that is."

Arizona looked truly elated at this proposition, her reply exuding the same. "Of course I'm up for it! Tonight is perfect," she countered. She was bopping out the door in her perky fashion when she stopped to poke her head back in once more. "By the way, you can call me Arizona." And then she was gone. Arizona, Callie repeated to herself. She didn't know why, but saying it just felt right.

Arizona POV

As excited as Arizona was, she knew she had to keep things in perspective. In order to do this, she of course needed alcohol. And so, with a Herculean effort, she kicked it into hyper speed and finished her final post-ops of the day in record time, leaving her a solid half hour to mentally prepare herself for her impending date with Callie- sorry, impending arrangement with Callie. It was not the first time she had made that correction throughout the day, and each time she mentally kicked herself and muttered a "Bad Arizona, bad!"

So there she sat, throwing back a vodka and cranberry, mulling over her current predicament. In about 30 minutes, give or take, Callie Torres would be sitting next to her, talking about her life, job, kids, and God knows whatever else. In about 30 minutes, she would be face to face with the woman that she had admired from afar for so long. And to be honest, she was nervous as hell. Nervous about what to say, how to say it, what she'd think. But mostly, how she'd refrain from losing herself in the beauty that was Calliope Torres. That in itself was the biggest predicament of all. Callie was straight. And married. And had three adorable children! She was the epitome of unavailable, and Arizona knew this fact too well. Despite the apparent magnetism she felt towards her, Arizona had no choice but to get over her little crush.

She heard the door to Joe's open and turned to scope out the newest patron. As her eyes fell upon the subject of her thoughts, she knew that overcoming her predicament would be much easier said than done.

I know, I know. Not much "story" so far. But I PROMISE it will get more interesting. Let me know what you think. Thanks!