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**Callie's POV**

Where was she?

Callie hated to think she was being stood up, but once again, Arizona was a no show. It'd become a regular occurrence as of late as too had the distance. The two rarely saw each other anymore and when they did, a fight always ensued.

The woman she'd once fallen so deeply for…the perky peds surgeon with the butterfly scrub cap, stupid rollershoes and dimples who could make her heart flutter with a mere glance in her direction…that woman was but a distant shadow. Callie missed her. Callie missed them.

When did her heart go missing?

**Mark's POV**

She's been sitting in the same spot for over half an hour. I hate to see her so broken looking yet again. Somehow, I can't help but feel partially responsible.

Five years ago, when Mark decided to go to "Denver" and explore a relationship with little Lexie Grey, he'd encouraged Callie to "walk tall" and snatch her own piece of happiness. After her disastrous dalliance with Erica, all he really wanted was to see his best friend happy—genuinely happy. For a little over four years now, Arizona seemed to be just what the doctor ordered. However, lately, he wasn't so sure.

Mark took his last gulp of scotch and one last glance in Callie's direction before deciding to approach the table where she'd been sulking for the better part of the evening. Judging by the empty shot glasses in front of her, she's well on her way to liquid tranquility.

"Hey Cal. You look like shit."

Callie rolls her eyes. "Ass!"

"Mind if I sit?"

"Be my guest. I was just leaving."

"No you weren't. Is that anyway to treat your best friend?"

Callie grunts. "As your best friend, I fully intend to salvage the evening…or at least stop you from drowning your sorrows in cheap tequila. Montezuma? Really, Cal? Have you no dignity?"

"I happen to like cheap tequila."

"You've been hanging around Yang and Grey too long. Come on. I can think of a much better way to help you relax."

"Mark!...I'm warning you!"

"Chill Torres. Let's get out of here."

A/N: This is my first fanfic. The first chapter sets the stage. Subsequent chapters will be longer in length. Feedback = Love.