Pairing: Callie/Arizona

Genre: Romance/AU

Rating: T for now, M later

A/N: Hey guys. I am not trying to double-dip or whatever that is called, but I have posted this fic here on ff as a Brittana fic. Originally, however, this version was written for Calzona. I have been asked by a couple of people here to post it as such, so here we are. The story is done and I will try to post a chapter every couple of days. For those of you who haven't read this, I hope you enjoy. It took a long time and 95% of this story is true. Thanks! -Holly

Love on the Water,
Part 1

Arizona woke to her alarm going off, very loudly, at a quarter to six in the morning. "Ugh," she groaned. The blonde was not a morning person by any means. No, let's not quite say that - she actually loved mornings. She loved the sunrise, the smell of breakfast cooking and coffee brewing…the stillness of the water at daybreak. But to physically get out of bed? Nope, Arizona Robbins was not a fan of that at all. She rolled back over and buried herself in the covers.

"Arizona, wake up! It's six and you need to get going, hon!" her mother yelled from the bathroom. Arizona was half awake now, really wanting just 'another five minutes' before getting out of bed. Unfortunately, she was one of those people who actually took those five minutes and ended up being two hours late for work everyday. Her parents knew this.

Her dad walked into her room. "Ari, get up - it's 6:15."

"No."

"Yes. You're going to be late."

"Five more minutes," she mumbled from beneathe the covers.

"No," her father said.

"Yes."

Splash! About two cups of cold water found Arizona's face.

And with that, she was up. She looked at her clock. 6:20. She had to be at George's to pick him up in ten minutes. She grabbed a tank top, pair of shorts, her bra and was out the door. Minutes later, she was parked in front of the O'Malley house, honking her horn.

George came stumbling out of his house a few minutes later and got into the car. Arizona laughed. "Drunk from last night, or just wake up?" she asked.

"Both."

"I see. You know, you should really start getting some adequate rest, Mr. O'Malley. Considering what you do for a living, I wouldn't want you getting yourself injured or anything." she giggled.

"Whatever Robbins, looks like you just woke up yourself."

"Me? Naw, I've been up since like 5:30."

"Sure ya have," George said with a sleepy smirk.

They worked at the Sandy Point Marina, a small boating community that rested on the Chesapeake Bay. Arizona ran the marina's ship store and George worked in the boat yard along with Mark and Arizona's brother, James. James owned the marina and had recruited Arizona to manage the ship store after their grandmother had passed away. She and the guys were all very close with each other and had been for years.

Arizona and George pulled into the corner market to get breakfast and coffee, just as they did every morning before work. "I don't know how you drink your coffee black," George muttered as he dumped sugar in his cup.

"Whatever, It's good like that. You ruin it putting in all that crap." Arizona replied as they made their way to the register.

"Mornin' guys, looking mighty chipper today. Rough night last night?, the regular morning clerk said.

"You could say that." George confessed,resting his head on the counter.

"No surprise to me, that's the usual down there at the marina for you guys, right?" Finn asked.

"For the boys, it is, but I went to bed suuuper early last night," Arizona replied with a grin.

"Sure ya did," Both George and Finn said in unison as the blonde pouted playfully in defeat.

It was no secret to everyone in Sandy Point that Arizona and the guys partied at the marina every night. They were young and had fun. They took their boats out almost every day, had a few beers and a lot of laughs. It was life on the river. It was a simple life…and they loved it.

The sleepy duo made their way out of the corner market with food and drinks for everyone in hand. They pulled up to the marina just at seven a.m. Arizona got her clothes and her coffee and went to the office to open up. She changed out of her pajamas, brushed her teeth, clocked in and went to the lower shop where the guys usually started their day. Mark and George were waiting for her when she got there.

"So, rock, paper, scissors for who's gonna wake James up today?" George asked. Like Arizona, her brother was not a morning person either. But unlike her, he drank a little more than the average person and it was a bitch and a half getting him up every morning. To his advantage, however, James lived on-site in his trailer. They all agreed to the game, just as they did every morning. Mark lost.

Fourty-five minutes later, Mark and James came into the shop. "So," Arizona asked, looking at the wall calendar where they kept their work orders. "What's going on today?"

Mark gave a hungover groan as he ran his fingers through his brown hair. "Well, I am painting the boot stripe on the Pathfinder, then we're gonna put in back in the water. And I think George is putting in a couple of toilets on Hermonie."

"And you, James?" Arizona asked.

"I'm finishing a dock up down on the creek, then I guess I'll do some work Dr. Avery's boat. Oh, and we have a transient that came in late last night - a 37' Grand Banks. I put them in the Dirty Dozen at the end of the dock. I'm not sure how long they are staying, but they seem very nice. And the girl is very cuuute, Arizona. I think you will like her." James said with a sleepy smirk.

Mark and George laughed as James teased his sister.

"Oh, will I?" the blonde asked, looking through some paperwork, brushing off her brother's comment. James nodded his head and walked out the door. George and Mark followed. Her curiosity sparked, Arizona flipped the 'closed' sign to 'open' and started her day.

Arizona went about her day as usual. She checked in orders, unloaded freshly delivered shipments from Mesco and Paxton, and did her weekly inventory. When her morning was coming to an end, she decided to start making lunch for the guys, just as she did everyday.

In truth, the blonde wanted to be outside in the sun, sweating and working with guys. She wanted to paint and wax. She wanted to learn how to do engine work and how make gaskets and such. But she knew there was no one else that could run the office the way she could. No one else knew where to find galvanized carriage bolts or ¼'' elbows or any of the other things people always seemed to need around the marina. Eventhough she didn't really understand what they were used for, she knew where to find them. No one else knew everyone in that marina by name, rather than face. Yes, Arizona Robbins was the only girl with enough charm to run that office, especially with all of the idiots that came through it day in and day out.

"Guys! Lunch is ready!" Arizona shouted.
With the call, right at noon, James, George, and Mark came strolling into the shop from the boatyard. Like clockwork, Arizona and the guys always took lunch at noon. She cooked everyday except for Fridays when the four of them would go into town and eat at Joe's.

"What's for lunch today, sis?" James asked.

"Food," she replied with a bubbly smirk, watching the guys scarf on hot dogs and corn she had cooked on the grill.

"Good?" she questioned.

"Mmm Hmm."

"Yep."

You're the best, Robbins. What would we do without you?" Mark asked.

"Really, I don't know." Arizona stated matter-of-factly with a smile. Just then, the VMF radio rang aloud in the office.

"Ahhh." Arizona moaned. "I never get a decent lunch break around here. Gotta go guys. Throw your trash away, please. I think, between the three of you, you could manage to do that for me, yeah?"

"Sure boss, we got it." George replied. The blonde shook her head and went to the office for the phone, knowing she would have to clean after them later in the day, as usual. Arizona picked up the radio.

"Sandy Point Marina to Naugty Gal, come in." Arizona said into the mic.

"Yeah this is Naughty Gal, coming in from the bay. Do you have space for us at your marina overnight?"

"Uhhh, let me see," The blonde checked the slip chart to see what was available. "How long is your boat and how much water does it pull?" she asked.

"52' and we draw about eight feet. No other marinas can accommodate us, they all referred us to you guys."

"Well, I think I can help you out. Pull up to our gas dock out front and I'll meet you there and help you tie in." Arizona said. She hung up the mic, grabbed a hat, and made her way out the door and to the pier.

The docks of the Sandy Point Marina were the biggest around. There was room to accommodate about 300 boats, 150 on each side. Since the water was more shallow the further in you were, the size of the slips grew larger as you made your way down the pier.

"Hello, Mrs. Shepard." Arizona greeted. "How are we doing today?"

"I'm well, just having a martini here while Derek here finishes up this work on the teak." A cute face peeked up from the deck below with an irritated look.

"Yeah, don't see any drink in my hand, now do you?" He smiled at Arizona before turning back to his wife. "Why don't you come down here and help me, Addison?"

Arizona laughed at the couple's usual banter. Derek and Addison Shepard never seemed to get along, but they always, somehow, seemed so good for each other. Arizona continued her way down the dock to meet Naughty Gal. She was walking past the last part of the pier, and the best part of it in her opinion They called it the Dirty Dozen. With six slips on each side, this was the part of the marina where the partiers stayed. Every weekend, the boaters in these twelve slips had cookouts, steamed crabs, and played poker. It was the place to be in the marina. The wealthiest people in Pine Valley kept their boats there - Harper Avery, Richard Webber, and, of course, Miranda Bailey.

As Arizona was passing the last of the Dirty Dozen, she noticed a boat she had never seen before, Esses For My Fingers. She noted the its odd name and then it dawned on her - this must have been the transient that had come in last night.

Just as Arizona was turning around, she noticed a brunette come up from the lower cabin on this new boat. Her hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail with a few stray strands hanging around her eyes. She was dancing around, quite silly and very uncoordinated, to music playing in the cabin below. Arizona let out a small giggle. On cue, as if she had heard Arizona, the brunette turned around and pulled her sunglasses off. She wasn't embarrassed because she had been caught dancing, very badly, Arizona would later add. And she didn't wonder why the blonde had been staring at her. Instead, their eyes met and they both smiled softly. Neither of them said anything.

Realizing she was holding the gaze a little too long, Arizona snapped back into it, turned around, and made her way to meet Naughty Gal.

"Huh," she said to herself, with a huge smile on her face.