Her Chance
By RedEmerald (Edited by freakycalzona)

Disclaimer: We own nothing and borrow lots. No, really... lots. Like every other character past or present on Grey's Anatomy which are the sole intellectual property of Shonda Rhimes, Shondaland and ABC.

Ratings: Overall R.

Story Information: This is Alternative Universe fanfiction. None of the characters have the occupations that Shonda Rhimes intended. We simply asked ourselves how career choices can change the directions of the characters lives, but not who they are as a person.

Summary: I have no idea she was waiting for me

Pairing: Callie/Erica , Meredith/Cristina , Callie/Arizona

Editor's Note :All the credit to this fic goes to RedEmerald of LE . com I just asked her permission to edit this one for our otp

Chapter 1:

I pushed closer to her, my body wedging her against the wall. My free hand held her wrist over her head, pinned to the wall, as my other hand explored the soft, slick, rippling texture inside her body. Her breathing in my ear was sharp and light, punctuated by panted gasps.

One of her legs was raised, her foot braced on the opposite wall of the tiny closet just behind me. Her panties dangled from her raised ankle, and her free hand clutched the collar of my coat. Her raised leg was straining and twitching in little involuntary kicks as I pumped three fingers firmly inside her, buried deep, twisting and curling. Her other leg, barely touching the floor, twisted and groped for purchase to increase the stimulation, but uselessly – the hard tile floor was far too slippery under her shoe.

My eyes were closed. I breathed in the scent of her neck, concentrating as though I were creating a mental map of the inside of her pussy, learning every inch of it.

My thumb massaged her clit so slowly, so agonizingly slowly. I felt her breath get warmer and less steady as she buried her face in my neck, her gasps breaking apart. The silk of her hair against my neck and ear only got me hotter, and I ground my hand into her, my eyes fluttering as I listened to her try to speak, able to form only broken words in my ear.

I had never done something like this. How had I gotten here?

I was working as a freelance writer for a little advertising firm in Seattle, where I've lived all my life. It was crummy work, but it paid decent, and I've never been one to work a nine-to-five job. Most of the rest of the company hated me. I was what they wanted to be – an independent contractor who came in, got work, turned it in faster than they could have, got paid, and left.

I'd never have gotten the job if it weren't for Cristina. Cristina was a delightful little spitfire of a woman, tough, smart, clever, and bitchy as hell when things weren't exactly the way she wanted them. She and I got along fine – I'd lost my parents in middle school, and she'd filled in the female role model I still needed at that point in my life. Cristina had found me in college – I never graduated, I found it horribly dull – and offered me my first little bit of work, simple proofreading and editing stuff that slowly evolved into full copywriting and whatever other freelance stuff she could find. Now, the company depended on me – I did easily the work of three full-time people in less than half-time, and even though I was expensive by the hour, I still saved them a fortune.

That leads us to the beginning of our story – on this particular Saturday, I woke to the feeling of a finger gently stroking the outer curve of my ear. Slowly, things filtered into my mind, other sensations. The feeling of sheets on my bare skin. Warm, soft flesh against my back, filled in by my memory as a familiar pair of full breasts.

My friend Erica and I had been sleeping together for a couple of weeks. We weren't a couple, by any means. We met in high school, and from time to time over the years, when neither of us had anyone and we got lonely enough, we'd end up together for a while. It was safe and comfortable – we trusted each other too much to hurt each other over it – and the sex between us was always fantastic, since we both knew what we liked and were comfortable enough with each other to just enjoy it.

For whatever reason, she always woke before me in the mornings, and when we slept together, I always woke to one of two sensations. A kiss on my neck and a long hug, followed by her slipping out of bed and toward the bathroom; or this light stroking of my ear, which meant she didn't want to get out of bed quite yet.

This morning, feeling that stroking, I sighed to let her know I was awake. Then, instead of feeling her hands wandering over me as I usually did on these mornings, I heard her voice softly in my ear.

"You okay, babe?"

I half-rolled to face her, smiling the little half-smile everyone knows is my real one. "Yeah, not too bad."

"Good." She leaned over to kiss me. One kiss became several, and just as I was starting to heat up, her hand stroked my thigh and up over my mound, and I jumped. Erica usually went much slower.

"No, no, girl," she murmured against my lips. "Not today." Her hand stroked again, found the spots that really made me squirm, and within thirty seconds, she had me writhing under her, panting into her neck, my hands gripping at her, the sheets, and the headboard – anything I could reach to get leverage to press against that hand. She made me come faster than I could ever remember climaxing before, so fast that it actually startled me when it hit, listening to her murmured encouragements in my ear as my hips bucked out of control and I cried out her name.

"Good girl," she whispered, and started to pull away, but I was having none of that. I rolled her on her back and held her down, growling – I'm not a dominant girl, but I'm persistent when I want something.

She laughed, trying to fend me off. "No, no, Callie, it's okay, I'm okay, ahhhh..." That last sound wasn't voluntary, and accompanied by an arch in her back caused by my thumbs swirling on her nipples. I knew her weaknesses too. "It's really okay," she muttered weakly.

"No, it's not," I whispered back, and I think my voice was just a bit scratchy and emotional, because she stopped fighting and kissed me hard, pulling my mind back to her. I didn't need any more encouragement – I slid down her body, and felt her thighs slide eagerly over my shoulders.

I spent the next half-hour very slowly eating Erica out of her mind – a hobby for which I have an absolute passion.

When she was finally done squealing and begging, I left her lying, in a panting, sweaty heap, on the bed and hurried into the bathroom to shower – I'd caught sight of the alarm clock, and it was almost nine. I had somewhere I needed to be at ten.

By the time I got out of the shower and was standing at the vanity in my underwear, brushing my hair, Erica came up behind me, still nude, and hugged me. "Sure you don't want me to come along?" She asked.

"No, don't worry about it," I shook my head. "You'll be bored out of your mind, and half the people there hate you."

She laughed. "Yeah, but I'd still go if you needed me."

I turned my head to kiss her before wriggling into my best black silk blouse and black trousers. "I know you would. Don't worry. I'll be fine. Addison will be there too."

Erica smirked. "She'll owe me fifty bucks when you show up."

I glanced back at her. "You're not the only one – I'm sure no one thinks I'll be there."

She ruffled my hair and wandered away to find some clothes, since she would be heading to work shortly after I left her place.

I ended up being just a few minutes late, but it didn't matter – the place that was taking care of the event was smart enough to start late.

Heading inside, a few polite employees waved me into the lovely inner room – all wood paneling, thick carpet, and velvet draperies. More formal than I would have chosen, but...

"Callie!"

I turned at my name, running a hand through my hair, straightening my collar as I headed over. "Hey, Addison."

She nodded, hugging me. "How's Erica?"

"She's fine. Oh, and you owe her."

Addison laughed. "Yeah, sorry about that."

"Don't be – I wasn't sure until this morning. I had to come, though."

"All bets aside, I'm glad you did. It'll mean a lot to Meredith, even if she won't admit it."

"Callie." The voice greeting me was a bit cold, but too hoarse to be bitchy.

I turned. "Meredith...I'm sorry."

Cristina's partner of fifteen years nodded, with an attempt at a smile. "Cris would have been glad you came."

That was as close to positive as I was going to get from Meredith, but I steeled myself, and gave her a perfunctory hug. "Family's family," I shrugged.

Meredith nodded. "Well, thank you for coming." She turned away almost immediately, and I knew she wouldn't speak to me again.

Meredith and I had never really gotten along – she'd wanted to move Cristina and their business to London, where she herself was from, years ago when they'd neared retirement, but I'd talked Cristina out of it – not just for the obvious selfish reasons, but because Cristina's whole life, her family, her kids from an early marriage – all here. Meredith was just one of those selfish people who wanted her partner all to herself, but I knew that Cristina loved too many other people – and too many other people loved her – to move her across an ocean for nothing but Meredith's selfishness.

Most of Meredith's family, of course, had taken her side, and Erica had backed me up at the confrontation that had bubbled up one day at a dual-family function. A couple of irritating little snot cousins of Meredith's had gotten belligerent. They'd been too afraid to do anything to me – they knew my reputation, and I've always had a temper to match my hair – but one of them decided to take a swing at Erica. Bad choice – Erica was a kick boxing instructor. She hadn't gotten invited to functions after that, thanks to Meredith, which of course meant that I went to a lot fewer of them as well. The bad blood had never really dissipated after that.

Addison handed me one of those little plastic cups they always have at functions. I sniffed – Addison has a nasty sense of humor – but it was just water, so I sipped gratefully.

"Well, that wasn't too bad," she murmured, watching Meredith's back retreating across the room.

"Not too bad," I agreed. "We'll have to leave together in case she hired someone to wait for us in the parking lot, though."

She snorted.

One of the attendants came in to announce that the service was about to start, and everyone found chairs. I definitely wasn't ready to say goodbye to my friend Cristina, but it wasn't going to get any easier, and Meredith wasn't going to want me around any longer.

After the service – it was unbearably long, thanks to Cristina's ultra-religious children – Meredith announced a "private" (read: invitation only) – dinner, and thanked the rest of us for coming. I decided to get the hell out of there.

On my way out, Addison stopped me for a moment. "Hey, Callie?"

I turned, so close to the door and dying to escape. "What?"

"Have you seen Teddy and Arizona?"

I looked at her blankly. "Who?"

Addison stared at me as if I were an idiot, and then slapped her forehead. "Oh, that's right, you never met Meredith's kids, have you? I offered to drive them back to their hotel. Sorry."

"Meredith had kids?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah, two girls – they live somewhere on the East Coast."

"Huh, well all right," I muttered, still taken aback by such a basic fact of Cristina's life I hadn't known.

Addison gave me a quick hug and hurried away to continue her search, and I headed home, intending to work and get the whole thing out of my head.