Title: Reese's Peanut Butter Cups

Pairing: Callie/Arizona… with a light side of some others.

Rating: T - M

Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy or any of the characters in it. All rights belong to ABC, the producers of Grey's Anatomy and Shonda Rhimes. I do not own any rights to Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.

Made for entertainment purposes only.

Chapter 1

Arizona's POV

Oh God… oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god… no… no, no, no, no! NO!

"Ally! Ally!"

I cannot have lost her on the first day! NO!

"Sweetie! Ally! Where are you!?" I scream like a mad woman pushing past the horde of parents and children and babies and unicorns for all I care.

She was here a second ago! I swear she was! Oh God! I'm never going to find her!

Shut up Robbins, you're the world's best Pediatric Surgeon for God's sake! You heal tiny humans; you can easily hunt down ONE child!

I knew I should have said no! What the hell was I thinking!? But Teddy brought out those "You know you owe me one" eyes and I couldn't say no… bet she'd love to know her precious little niece is probably lying in a ditch somewhere, or kidnapped by a psycho, or – or eaten by the Cookie Monster for all I know! No, no negative thoughts Robbins.

Oh god, so many kids! I knew I hated Pre-school for a damn good reason, second only to – high school.

Stupid Back to School party… I could be at the hospital right now – being the hot, shiny, amazingly awesome surgeon that I am, instead of foxhunting a frickin' ninja child in the – I'm sure – most crowded school on the planet.

My eyes erratically move around their sockets as they scan the playground for the little blonde girl.

She was wearing a… umm… a – dammit! A it – I know it! A blue… or was it red? No, no… green! Positive, positive, positive, a green hoodie - affirmative…

Maybe it was pink…

Fuck, I'm screwed.

It is hot, sunny, scorching… I'm sweating like a pig, hair matted to my forehead… a disgusting, disgusting mess – apparently I found that one day out of the century where the clouds part in Seattle to lose a tiny human… lucky, lucky me.

She better be safe, Oh God, isn't this how that maniacal kidnapper takes kids? He – he, or was it a she? They find their prey in busy schools with irresponsible parents. I feel my heart rate begin to escalate.

And just like that, every newspaper clipping on hurt children begins to race through my mind – hold it together woman! Stop panicking… deep breaths. That's right… inhale… exhale.

Just as I'm about to pull out my phone and call the S.W.A.T team down here, my eyes catch a little girl clad in a deep purple Dora: The Explorer sweatshirt deep in conversation with one of the cutest little brunettes in the sandbox – I knew she was wearing purple…

My lungs involuntarily push out the biggest breath of relief as I fasten my gait and practically jog to the sandy rectangle.

"Allison Victoria Eckhart!" my voice slips into that tone you never want to hear from your parents – the 'full name' tone.

"Ally!" I yell when I get no response from the girl.

"Yeah…?" she says off-handedly, barely turning around to meet my gaze, never once leaving her apparently new best friend's conversation.

"Allison, get out here right now!" I pant slash yell. The girl knows better than to question me now, so she readily obliges as she jumps out of the thumb-deep sand and wraps herself around my knees – uh-uh, the cute-lil'-girl thing is not going to work right now…

"Aunty Zona! Look! I made a new friend! Allegra is –"she begins that adorable little drawl but I'm in adult mode right now.

"Ally –"I interrupt sternly "- what did we say about not letting go of my hand." It's hardly a question.

She drops her innocent little gaze and sticks out her bottom lip to form the most dangerously adorable pout known to man.

"Sweetie…" my tone immediately softens and the girl's expression changes in a flash as she clings on to my legs again – wha-? Did she just play me? Evil…

Before I have a chance to respond, she starts talking,

"Look! Allegra! She's new and – and I – look!" she pulls a bright orange wrapper out of her little pocket and shoves it in my hand, "Reese's Peanut butter cups! She gave me!" Ally shrieks in a pitch only comprehensible to dogs, eyes shining like Christmas morning.

"Oooh… kay'" I don't really know how to respond. As my pulse returns to normal, I'm suddenly aware of my surroundings and… my rudeness…

I gently pull Ally away from my embrace as I step towards the sandbox and kneel down so I'm sitting on my knees.

"Hey…" I run my hand through my blonde hair and stick the other one out as an invite for a handshake to the uh-dorable little brunette watching me with the most curious gaze. I pull out my best 'Dr. Arizona Robbins – best – damn - tiny human doctor – ever' dimpled smile.

The girl takes my hand in her's and reflects my expression.

"I'm Allegra! I'm 5 years old –"she says spreading her fingers in a high-five stance "- you're really pretty! What's your name?" she sings in the cutest voice all in one breath.

"Well that is very sweet Allegra… a very pretty name for a very pretty girl –" I smile, " – I'm Arizona."

The girl's polite, seasoned smile turns into the most innocent chuckle, "Arrrii –zona…" she enunciates, "- that's really funny!"

My smile turns wider as I shake my head in affirmation, "It is, isn't it?"

"Allegra! That is not how we speak with people. Say sorry to Arizona." My entire body for some reason responds to that voice in the strangest way as my eyes subconsciously search to where it came from.

My gaze moves from the – now sulking little girl - to the side to where my gape seems to have latched on to.

Clad in jet black, red soled Jimmy Choo's are a pair of I think the most beautiful legs to ever roam this Earth – or galaxy. My eyes scan the figure, literally from toe to – dammit – I can't see, I raise my head and squint but the sun is blinding. The owner of those unreal legs merges into the supernova-esque rays of the sun. All I can make out is the bottom of a black pencil skirt tapering off at her knees.

I stand up so I'm face-to-face with the said owner of the said legs.

Oh. My. God.

"I'm so sorry about that…" the – I don't know what she is yet – says with a sheepish smile, "… I think Arizona's a beautiful name…"

Speak Robbins speak! Words – make words… anything!

"You too…" what!?

I'm met with an amused look as she raises her eyebrows– yup she thinks I'm a lunatic… I think so too…

"I – "I shake my head, "- what I meant is –" I laugh - what!? Why are you laughing you moron!?

I take a deep breath in and start again, "What I meant was… It's perfectly fine… she's adorable." Yeah, real genius…

The – wet dream, goddess, sex in heels what is she!? – sticks out her hand and smiles…

That smile… okay you can call time of death now.

"I'm Callie – Callie Torres."

I can't help but mirror that smile.

I try to breathe through whatever the hell this woman is doing to me and meet her waiting hand – oh the places I'd want that hand to go… enough Arizona.

Ok, so if the sight of her didn't succeed to send me into tachycardia, her touch certainly did; my pupils can't help but memorize every inch of the woman before me.

Those dark brown waves cascade down a little below her shoulders, laying leisurely halfway up the steep – very steep – rise of her breasts; breasts loosely wrapped in a dark burgundy, mega-sleeved, chiffon blouse… the Bordeaux shade playing off very nicely with her honey colored skin. That sinful blouse flows along her valiant curves disappearing into a jet-black high-waist pencil skirt revealing the most unreal silhouette known to man, or woman, or Marylyn Monroe…

Her face is… it's indescribable. Those full claret lips, that radiant tan skin, those abysmal, miraculous eyes that speak more than life…

Callie Torres… you are a sight for sore eyes…

I don't know how long it's been that I'm holding her hand drowning in those bottomless eyes - seconds, months, aeons… until I feel the cold stone at the top of my middle finger, the sudden contrast of temperature jolts me back into reality and my eyes rip away from those brown ones to the hand I'm still shaking and there it is – the platinum band – wrapped snugly around her ring finger adorned by a very large, expensive diamond.

"Mommy! Daddy's here!" the squealing of a one very excited Allegra snaps me back into reality; the little girl goes sprinting across the green playground to a man – a very handsome man, I might add –getting out of a black BMW.

I feel my heart drop to my feet – what the fuck Arizona? You met her half a second ago, let go of that hand.

And so I do… I let go of her hand… I can feel my palms sweat.

God! I'm hot! Women line up for ME! I can get anyone I want! Why am I so nervous!? I'm Arizona Frickin' Robbins for God's sake! I've had every nurse in that damned hospital! I don't need to be drooling over a straight woman – no matter how hot she is… it's painful, pointless and just plain pathetic.

With that rant of a self-pep talk, I straighten myself up and run my fingers through my hair as I plaster that smile years of being a Pediatric Surgeon has taught me, across my face. Callie breaks our gaze as she briefly turns around to look at her daughter. I follow her glance and am met with a sight out of some picture postcard. The attractive, James Bond-esque man clad in a designer suit is approaching us, carrying his adorable little daughter in his big, strong, manly arms – Uhgg – who is giggling in her Daddy's ear. His gaze is fixated on where mine is, to the hot hot, now slightly flustered woman standing across from me. She smiles that million dollar smile as he comes near us, gently putting his daughter down on the grass as he pulls Callie into a light hug… I can't focus… all I see is his hand slipping across the bold curve of her waist, his mouth brushing those red lips.

I did not need to see that.

"You look beautiful – as always…" he whispers into her ear. I agree, doesn't change the fact that I hate his guts though…

She returns his compliment with a wider smile and turns back to me.

"This – umm… this is my husband – Julian Brady…" turning to her husband, "… and this -"she looks at me," – this is Arizona Robbins."

I shake the man's waiting hand, and offer a polite smile, mirroring his own.

"Hello Arizona…" he greets me with a polite nod, "is that beautiful young lady your daughter?" he says, shifting his gaze to a much excluded Allison attempting to make a sand castle with Allegra.

"Oh, no, no –" I offer a bigger smile, "- that's Allison, she's my best friend's niece… she couldn't make it today so I was babysitting." Callie seems intrigued – for the lack of a better word.

"Ahh… I see… she's adorable. Well we'd love to stay and chat but – Callie – we have that charity dinner tonight, so we should get going." He looks at his wife; his wife, who I might add, seems disappointed – and mind you, that's not just the wishful thinking talking.

Callie steps out of her husband's hand across her waist and proceeds towards me,

"Go ahead honey, I'll be right there…" she says to the waiting man who begins walking towards his car.

"It was really nice meeting you… Arizona-"she smiles "- I'd - I hope we meet again, umm… are you here? On the playground, often?" She laughs shakily.

Is she nervous?

"Not really, not at all actually… but… I hope I see you again…" I don't really want to see her again, I want to but I don't… I don't want to see the very straight woman who makes my knees weak and my heart pace like no gay woman does.

Before she can respond, her husband's prompting double honk interrupts us. She lets out an animated sigh of frustration as she urges her daughter to say her goodbyes to Allison; the girls say their "aww, already"s and bye-bye's and TTYL's while Callie and I hurry them along.

Allegra grabs her mommy's hand and tugs on it signaling she's ready. Callie bends down to pick her daughter up; offering me very nice view of her cleavage… my breath hitches but luckily she doesn't notice.

Stop drooling.

"Bye Arizona…" she says with an almost suggestive smile.

"Bye!" I muster up all my perkiness as she turns around and begins to walk away; my eyes unwilling to rip away from her swaying hips – God, is she for real - when she unexpectedly spins around and catches my gawk – I feel embarrassment paint my face red,

"Arizona!" she says from across the field with a slight chuckle.

I just raise my eyebrows as a response.

"You owe me one…" she winks; did the hot straight woman just wink at me?

A confused knitting of the eyebrows is my answer.

She keeps walking backward, facing me, holding my gaze, and proceeds with the sexiest chortle,

"A Reese's Peanut Butter Cup…" she says playfully.

"That… I do." I offer my best dimpled smile as my heart practically jumps out of my chest.

With that, she disappears into the crowd.

Oh how I would love for you to eat my Reese's Peanut Butter Cups…

A/N: Honestly, I saw a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup commercial and just really am craving them right now (only the candy, mind you) – somehow that culminated into a Calzona fanfiction… Let me know what you guys think… hope you guys review!

PS: I will be continuing Just Give Me A Reason… just taking a small break, I am still very much into it – will probably update that one next week.