A/N: Here it is! The sequel! This is set a few months after the phone call, probably two or three. I was originally going to write opening/ closing monolouges for this story as well but I couldn't iron down a good enough theme. Ah well, forgive its absense and enjoy!

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A shrill beeping resounded throughout the bedroom, shocking Callie to consciousness.

"I'm up!" she shouted to no one in particular, shooting up to a sitting position. After a few moments of coming to, Callie slowly remembered where she was. She squinted over at the rectangular alarm clock sitting on the end table across the bed. The neon green numbers read 4:45 AM. Callie blinked and looked again. That couldn't be right. No one in their right mind willingly got up at 4:45 in the morning.

Beside her, Erica rolled over, onto her back, blinking sleep from her eyes. She spotted Callie's figure in the darkness and smiled, "Good morning," she said in a raspy voice.

"Why the hell do you have your alarm set for four something in the morning? Where do you need to be this early?" Callie grumbled, rubbing her eyes.

"Nowhere in particular." Erica said, turning so that she lay on her side, propped up on one elbow. "I just like being awake by the time I get to the hospital."

Callie huffed. "That's why God made coffee." She looked down at Erica lying beside her with that incredibly hot look of amusement on her face. She leaned down and sealed her mouth to Erica's. Mid-kiss she groaned. "Ugh, see? Now I'm awake." She sighed. So much for going back to sleep. "I'm going to go steal your shower for a bit." She swung her legs out of the bed, shivering slightly at the sudden lack of warmth. She walked over to the duffle bag she'd brought. Normally, Erica stayed over at Callie's as Callie lived across the street from the hospital but, Christina had started bringing Hunt home with her as well. After the first night of having a sleepy and confused Owen hunt stumble into their room—having mistaken the number of doors back to Christina's room from the bathroom—they'd decided it best to try out Erica's place. Callie grimaced. Hunt still hadn't stopped apologizing for bursting in on them since the incident. As if Callie needed a constant reminder! Though, to be fair, the look on his face as Hunt opened the door not to a sleeping Christina but two of his not-so-clothed attending colleagues had been priceless.

Callie glanced back at the relaxed Erica, still lounging on her bed, happy to watch Callie collect her shower things. It was all she could do not to just jump her right then and there. Callie shook her head. Down, girl, down! She quickly grabbed the clothes needed for the day ahead of her and hurried to the shower.

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Erica watched Callie leave the bed with the proud satisfaction of knowing that the gorgeous creature standing nearby was her woman.

Callie looked so adorable it made her silently chuckle. She was dressed in her usual nighttime attire of a t-shirt and boy shorts. She walked as quickly as possible to her bag to avoid the cold.

Erica watched her poke through her bag. She really should set aside a drawer for Callie. She could clear out a section of her closet or something as well. Hell, if she didn't think it was too soon for Callie, she'd ask her to move in with her.

Callie looked back at her and in a flash all Erica's thoughts vanished. All Erica could think of was those eyes, darkening with amorous intentions. Feelings stirred in her of passion, love, nervousness. She was caught, locked in position by the Callie's gaze. It transfixed her, and she let it. Just as she began to consider heading toward the woman at the foot of the bed, Callie surprised her. She shook her head and rushed out of the room, after hastily fishing out an outfit for work.

Erica quirked up her lips in amusement. As Callie headed through the adjoining door to the bathroom, Erica called after her, "Hey, Torres, take a cold one!"

She heard an incoherent sarcastic comeback and laughed. Then, her mind returned to her. Work, she needed to get ready for work. She needed coffee, she needed her purse; a quick list formed in Erica's brain as she got up and headed out to make coffee.

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Callie stood under the stream of cold water. She knew Erica was joking but, seeing as every time she spoke Callie's knees turned to jello, it seemed like a good idea after all.

It was strange how quickly life had fit back together. Whoever would have thought a simple phone call could make such a difference in her and Erica's relationship. They'd decided to take it slowly, making sure their friendship came first. They wanted to be on the same page. They'd had a few bumps—as to be expected in a new (or newly refurbished) couple—but nothing too drastic or life-altering. And, with their original problems as reminders, they'd found that not only could they retain a relationship but they could be great friends. Erica had even begun to accept Mark as Callie's friend… a little.

Callie inhaled deeply. She really did feel blessed. She felt in sync with herself again—something that had seemed impossible for the longest time, since before George even.

Wiping a few beads of water from her eyes she reached over to turn off the faucet.

It was funny. She couldn't remember a time in her adult life where she had felt this comfortable and calm; this put together. Not even in her honeymoon-hotel bubble with George. She always was freaking out about something whether it was work or life or both. But Erica did that to her, she put her at ease. Callie knew she could take whatever the day threw at her because at the end of it all, she could just talk it out with Erica. It would be okay.

With that last lingering thought, Callie reached for a towel to dry off.

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Callie walked out into the living room kitchen complex. Erica spotted her immediately, looking up from her magazine with a big smile.

"Coffee?" she offered, getting a mug out of the cupboard.

Callie gave her one of those 'do-you-know-me-at-all?' looks and Erica poured a cupful, chuckling.

Callie accepted the cup, "Thank you ma'am."

"Ma'am?" Erica said an eyebrow quirked up, "Ouch. I'm not that much older than you, am I?"

Callie smiled. She really wasn't. They were only a few years apart. In fact, Callie thought, if she hadn't taken a few years to bounce around options in life, job ideas and specialty ideas, then she and Erica would've been running in that same sphere of super surgeons.

"I uh, did what you suggested by the way." Callie said after a long drink of Erica's delicious coffee. It was hot, really hot. Like, killing all your taste buds hot. She sucked in some cool air. Erica shot her an odd look, completely missing the hint. "The shower?" choked out Callie.

Erica's confusion melted into laughter; showcasing that deep, raspy chuckle. "You didn't actually have to do that, you know."

"Oh yeah I did." Callie said, smirking at her over her cooled cup.

Erica smiled and bumped into Callie with her hip. Callie followed her with her eyes as Erica went to drop off her coffee cup in the sink. Then, Erica came back, a mischievous look on her face. Callie was immediately suspicious. What was she up to now? Erica placed her slim, graceful hands on either side of Callie's neck causing the latter woman to freeze. Then, in a low voice, Erica simpered in Callie's ear, "You really think a simple cold shower will be able to keep me from getting you all hot and bothered?"

It was purposely overplayed and meant as a joke, Callie knew that. It was obvious from the way Erica backed away, laughing. Unfortunately, it was also hot. Really hot. Like the coffee. She loved the feeling of those nimble, expert fingers on her skin. Every nerve was set on fire, each touch felt electric. Callie felt the irrepressible shiver run down her spine. Goosebumps had appeared all over her arms. She tried to play it down, pretending to be unaffected by the ploy but she wasn't doing too well. She guessed by the dimly triumphant look that had crossed Erica's face that the blonde had hardly been fooled. Callie suppressed another shiver. Definitely not fooled.

Erica smirked at her, placing a quick kiss on Callie's lips before she left for her shower, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Callie loved that Erica; the Erica not many people got to see. At work, Erica was stoic, presentable and slightly disconnected. She had to be. She was running with the big boys, so was Callie. But at home; at home she was Erica not Dr. Hahn. At home Erica could be flirty, playful, happy. As much as Callie loved to watch the powerful and strong cardio god command legions of residents with a snap of her fingers—talk about hot!—her real love was this: at home Erica. That was Callie's Erica.

Callie looked back to the cup in her hands, reminding herself how to breath. She could the warmth of a blush creeping over her cheeks.

Well sure, now she was hot and bothered…

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A/N 2: It's a lot lighter than the first story...for now. I hadn't actually figured out any conflicts upon writing this chapter but not to worry, I have some good stuff (I think) lined up. But, by all means, suggest ideas for the characters, I enjoy suggestions.

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