The halls of Seattle Grace Hospital were filled with people shoulder to shoulder. You could feel the hot breath of the person standing next you, and hear the cries of the lady loud and clear from two halls down. It was chaotic, but every doctor and nurse had been prepared for this moment. Tragedy struck when a young man went gun crazy and began shooting everyone that came into his sight in a mall. On the scene the paramedics confirmed that 40 people had been killed on the spot and 52 more were severely injured, so they were all prepared.

No matter what specialty you were or hoping to be, you had to help. Once the hospital got the news, they frantically began clearing the ER and waited. It took a half hour before anyone arrived, but once the first ambulance pulled up all hell broke loose. Ambulance after ambulance came screeching into the pit, then worried parents, spouses and families made their way onto hospital grounds asking anyone who had scrubs on where their person was. They were prepared for this, at least that's what they kept telling themselves.

The first person who came into the ER was a seven year old girl, gunshot to the leg, and unconscious from the pain. "I got her!", came an angelic voice from the back, pushing themselves through the wide eyed residents and interns. She rushed the child into the first trauma room and began her examination. Shaking her head and clenching her teeth she yelled, "I need to get her up for an x-ray, and CT!" Gently moving the light haired child's head to the side, she saw blood staining that golden hair. "She must have hit her head when she was shot, let's get her up there now! And we're going to need an Ortho consult for her leg, I'm positive it hit the bone." Her heart was thumping rapidly in her chest, but she kept calm and professional.

Today was Arizona Robbins first day at Seattle Grace, and it just so happened to be the day that she wished she would never have to deal with. Shootings scared her, sure her dad and brother were in the Marines but it still had a way of creeping into her mind and scaring the living hell out of her. Today was supposed to be an easy day. All Arizona planned to do was meet her new patients, and catch up on the paper work she was already behind on. It was supposed to be easy, not this. Now she was rushing to the OR, panicking because the poor girl started coding before they even made it upstairs. She was supposed to meet people and have a good day, the blonde kept repeating to herself. Putting on a brave face Arizona scrubbed fast, took a deep breath and entered the OR determined to not lose this beautiful girl on her first day.

Callie Torres watched as bleeding and screaming people began filling the hospital. It wasn't the first time she was here during a shooting, but this had to have been the worst. There were too many patients for her to just stop and take a minute to collect her thoughts. Phones were ringing, parents were pulling on her asking about their loved ones, monitors going off like mad, while she stood there with her mouth hanging open. She had just become Head of Orthopedics two weeks ago, and already she felt like she couldn't do it anymore.

A dark blonde pulled her out of the day dream, or rather nightmare. "Callie? Are you Okay?" She asked concerned.

Callie blinked a few times, then faced the woman. "I'm fine, Erica. Let's go." The two women gave each other reassuring smiles and headed toward the mess.

It wasn't until 9 p.m. when the hospital finally began to calm down. The air was clearer, and the halls were quieter. Almost every room was taken, and every doctor had at least five patients they needed to attend to at all times. The walls of the hospital breathed in and out with the chests of the sleeping patients. On-call rooms were occupied with those who were too worn out or devastated by all the lives they couldn't save today. It looked as though tears were rolling down the windows, as dark clouds smeared across the night sky. What started off as a beautiful fulfilling morning, ended as a black hole surrounded by death.

Arizona walked the dim halls, holding back the sobs that were threatening to break her. She saw mothers clinging to their wounded children, and children clinging to the wounded mothers. Wives hysterically crying on their knees by their dead husbands' bedsides. Social services quietly going through protocol with now orphaned teenagers and babies. She saved the seven year old blonde, and was able to see the bright eyed beauty wake up. Unfortunately, that was the only person she was able to save today. Losing three patients in one day really took a toll on the blonde, as it would for any doctor. Today… death won. She hated god some days, and today was definitely one of them. It was too much for her to handle, and all she wanted to do was drink away her misery and pass out. Something inside of her said no, and just hold on.

Walking into the Attending's lounge, Arizona plopped her tired body down flat on the overly used couch. She stared up at the pale ceiling for a couple minutes until the flood gates let loose, and uncontrollably the sobs fell from thin lips. Throwing an arm across her eyes she tried to control her breathing, but there wasn't enough air in the world to calm her back down. She curled her body up and pressed her head into the corner of the couch, holding her stomach in pain. All she could see when she closed her eyes, were the people she killed today. Deep down Arizona knew she wasn't the one who actually harmed those children, but she didn't save them either. Now anger began thrashing itself into her brain, grabbing the pillow that was at her head she chucked it at the farthest wall and all but screamed. Sitting up in a fit of anger, dark blue locked with chocolate brown.

"Oh god!" Arizona stood up and hurriedly wiped away the smeared make-up, but lost the fight and again tears started pooling down her flushed cheeks. "I'm sorry. I didn't hear you come in."

Callie started to take a step towards the broken woman, but hesitated and stepped back. "I umm… I actually was here before you.." She cleared her throat slightly, it was still scratchy from the crying she had just been doing until the blonde walked in.

Arizona felt the life draining out of her, so she sat back down not really caring anymore what the brunette saw. Running her fingers through blonde hair, she chuckled sadly. "I thought I could handle this." She didn't know why, but she felt the need to try and explain. "You know you're taught how to handle these kind of days, but when they happen…"

Callie decided to sit in one of the chairs at the table across from the blonde, and finished her sentence. "It's too much…" Blue eyes locked with brown once again, "I get it. I thought I was ready, but when they all started piling in… I couldn't help but just stand there." Dropping her gaze to the floor, her mind began going through the crappy day she had just been through. After her and Erica exchanged those few words, she went and tried to help. Help that turned into death, almost every time. She felt like a jinx, so after a couple of hours she locked herself in an on-call room and cried till no more tears spilled out. Then when she went back, her killing streak stayed steady. Having almost ten patients on her hands, only two lived. It almost broke her, literally. Just as she thought she was the only one taking it so personally, in came this stunning blonde breaking down right in front of her.

"I lost three kids today." It was the only thing she could think of to say. Those words made her stomach turn, and she had to physically hold it to make sure nothing came out.

Callie shot her head up, she was only assisting on most of her cases so the damage wasn't incredibly bad. But it still hurt knowing they died on her hands. One of her patients was a little girl who had just came out of surgery ten minutes before her consult. She couldn't imagine the loss this woman was feeling. "You can't blame yourself." Callie rolled her eyes at herself, knowing that's the last thing she would want to hear. Quickly correcting herself, "I mean sometimes… we can't save them all." She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to hold back the tears that were brimming her eyes.

"I tried… they shouldn't be dead right now. I should've been able to save them." Arizona clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut. Anger rising from within her once again. Too many simple things went wrong, that she could have fixed but wasn't given enough time to handle them. "They should be here…" She spoke again, but in a light whisper more to herself.

Callie rolled her thumbs in circles not really knowing what to say next. Suddenly she felt a warm hand tightly grip her shoulder. Looking up slowly, crystal blue eyes connected with her own sending chills straight down Callie's spine. As fast as that hand came it was gone again, and the woman was out the door. The Latina felt hollow, and wanted that warmth back incredibly bad. Taking a deep breath in, she heard the door creak open again. Her face dropped when it wasn't the same blonde standing in the door way. "Hey." She said quietly.

"What a day huh?" Erica stated a little too enthusiastically for Callie's liking. Walking over to the sofa, she dropped her body down and huffed loudly. Looking at Callie, "What's wrong?"

Callie let a hard laugh roll of her tongue as she shook her head in disbelief. "Are you really asking me that?"

Erica arched her back and adjusted her scrub top, "Look, these things happen. Life happens, and we can't do anything about it." She rested her head on the back of the couch and closed her eyes slowly.

Callie watched her intently. Wondering how she could be so okay with everything that had just happened a few hours earlier. Just a few minutes ago, a woman she had never met in her entire life was sitting there pouring her heart out to Callie and now this. Oddly, she missed her and she didn't even know her name. Callie instantly dismissed the feeling and swallowed hard, ridding her mind of the thoughts that had been creeping up on her every so often. "I think I'm going to head home. Goodnight Erica." She started to get up and shuffled her way to the door.

"Callie?" Erica asked with her eyes still closed.

"Mhm?" Callie didn't look at her, it just would have made her even madder than she already was.

Finally, Erica lifted her head and rested her elbows on her knees. "Do you want to be alone tonight?" Seeing the brunette's head snap confusingly at her, she quickly continued. "You know I could come over and sleep on the couch or something. I know today was hard on you. I can see it."

Callie felt her heart sink, because she could actually hear the sincerity in Erica's voice and felt bad for thinking poorly of her. "It was a hard day." Turning the knob on the door she glanced back at the dark blonde. "I would really like that." Erica was quickly at Callie's side, and they both headed out of the house and across the street to the Latina's apartment in the pouring rain.

The next day came with the sun shining brightly, bringing new life into the miserable and tired bodies. Arizona had found an empty on-call room and slept there that night. Really only getting about two hours of sleep, because her mind wouldn't rest. Tiny coffins haunted her, and when she saw the first signs of morning peeking through the thick blinds she decided it was time to get up. Throwing on a new pair of scrubs, she made her way to the nurse's desk on the Peds floor and began reading her charts. She would be lying to herself if she didn't hope she would see the brunette today. Arizona couldn't get over the fact that a random woman who had decided to stay and talk to her even after she basically assaulted her with a pillow, looked just as hurt as she was but barely said two words about it. Stupidly, Arizona didn't even ask how she was and really wanted to be able to make it up to her. Not only did she share an intimate moment with this mysterious woman, she thought about her all night. It was the only thing that kept her mind off of the tiny humans she had lost. Those eyes shot right through her, and instantly began wondering how dark they could get. Arizona was very intrigued and wanted more. Determination took over, and she was going to get what she wanted.

Callie and Erica walked into the hospital almost glued to the hip. The Latina didn't really mind how close the two of them were getting, but Erica had other plans. To her they weren't just friends, she wanted Callie in a different way but didn't know how to make that first move. Callie always talked about men, and knew she was straight but even with that knowledge Erica couldn't change her mind about how she felt. On the other hand, what she didn't know was that Callie sort of felt the same way. They were close, but not close enough. Not yet.

Erica paid for their coffee's and turned to Callie smiling, "Thanks for letting me come over. I was worried about you." Her eyes fell to plump lips and quickly back up to occupied eyes.

Callie looked over Erica's shoulder and felt her heart speed up alarmingly. Nobody ever made her feel this way, but her. Even though Erica was sleeping on her couch she couldn't get the damaged blonde out of her aching mind. She was breathtakingly stunning, and it blew Callie away. Her vision was blocked by a hand waving in front of her face, "Huh? What?" She stuttered, a bit irritated.

Erica shifted her feet, "I was saying thank you.. You know for letting me stay?"

Callie focused her attention back onto Erica, a smile gliding over her face. "I'm glad you came." She ran her hand down the blonde's arm, and felt her breath hitch. This wasn't happening. 'I'm straight.' She reminded herself. This was all new, but she didn't want it to be. She just wanted to be… normal.

Erica dropped her eyes again, this time starring a little longer than what was appropriate. Then she backed out of Callie's hold and held her coffee up. "Well I'll see you at lunch then?"

Callie just nodded, walking towards the elevator she looked back. Releasing the breath she didn't even know she was holding, when the blonde she wanted to be talking was no longer down the hall. Pressing the up button furiously, she took a long sip of her coffee and moaned after the taste. Yupp, today would be a good day. It had to be…

"Arizona Robbins." She stated holding her hand out to a cold dark blonde. Raising an eye brow and dropping her hand back to her side when she didn't get a reply, she cleared her throat and went on. "I'm guessing you're Dr. Erica Hahn?"

The other blonde snapped her head up and cocked it to the side. Giving Arizona a death glare, she spoke harshly. "And you are?"

Arizona swallowed the irritation down, and repeated. "Arizona Robbins. I'm your Peds surgeon on this case." The woman's glare became icy, but she wasn't intimidated by women no matter what their status was. "You're assisting me today. I need to know you've read his charts and are ready for this." All Arizona wanted was the best for her patients. She knew she was the best but on some occasions two surgeons needed to assist.

Erica scoffed and looked back down at the chart. "I'm fully aware of what we are about to do to my patient, Dr. Robbins. So if you will, I need to talk to the family." Looking up at Arizona, she smirked and flipped the chart closed. "Why don't you make sure the OR will be prepped on time?"

Arizona was so tempted to laugh in this doctor's face, and kick her off the case. But knew it probably wouldn't be a good idea, being the new kid on the block and all. As politely as she could sound Arizona responded, "I already talked to the family. Right now they want to be alone with him until the surgery." Getting that cold stare again, she stepped closer. "You will give them their space. My patient has been taken care of." She said stressing the last sentence.

The heart surgeon rolled her eyes and took off in the other direction. Arizona shoved her hands into her lab coat, and smile proudly. Even if she was the new kid on the block, she would be treated with respect because she was the Chief of Pediatrics and this was her hall. No one would show her up. Feeling satisfied she headed into the cafeteria for a quick bite to eat before the showdown that she was sure was going to go down in the OR later.

"Why was Erica at your apartment last night?" Addison asked, propping her feet up on the nurse's desk. She wasn't a big fan of the blonde surgeon but was one of Callie's best friends, so she went along with it.

Callie shot the red head a confused look. "How did you know she was at my place last night?"

Addison grinned and shoved a chip into her mouth. "Mark told me." Before Callie started one of her rants about the man, she quickly continued. "Did you two…" The red head asked wiggling her eye brows up and down.

"Umm no. She slept on my couch… Yesterday was rough, and she didn't want me to be alone." Callie didn't make eye contact with Addison because she could feel the look the woman was giving her.

"Mhmm…" Addison knew Callie was off about something, so she pressed harder. "Is it about Erica?"

This time Callie did make eye contact, "Is what about Erica?'

Addison threw the empty chip bag into the trash can and rounded the desk, coming right up to Callie's side. Leaning in like she was ready to tell the Latina a secret, "That look."

Callie scrunched up her face, "I have a look?" She laughed nervously knowing she did have a stupid look on her face, but it definitely wasn't about Erica.

"Okay, you don't have to tell me. But I will find out soon." Addison winked at Callie then strutted back down to her hall.

Callie still hadn't seen the blonde all day, it wasn't like she could see if she had any surgeries today because she didn't know what her name was. She also didn't know what she specialized in. Remembering back to their conversation, Arizona had said that she lost three kids. Callie's face lit up and practically ran the elevator door. When the doors opened her throat went dry and heart started racing a million miles per hour. There she was, standing right there before her. She was even more beautiful when she wasn't all puffy eyed. Shaking her head of that thought she stepped on.

Arizona was greeted by an amazingly bright white smile. Tan skin glowed in the afternoon light, and suddenly she began wondering what that skin felt like on her lips. Biting her bottom lip to stifle back a moan, she stepped to the side letting the brunette in. She could feel the awkwardness in the air, and it suddenly became stupidly hot. Before she could turn and talk to the goddess next to her the doors flew open, to her floor. A low groan rattled her throat as she stepped off, but turned around and held out strong hand. "Arizona Robbins."

Callie could feel the blush rising to her cheeks, as she took the blonde's soft hand into hers. "Callie Torres." That smile made her knee's go weak, and those eyes were endless. 'You're straight', she repeated in her head. After a few moments the doors began closing, and just like that her blonde was out of her grasp and out of her sight, again. Sighing heavily she repeated out loud this time, "You. Are. Straight."

I'm back (: Completely different story from my last, so expect everything to be different. Definitely an AU, just so you know and don't freak out on me in the middle of my story. Comment my lovelies (: