Author's Note: This is set post season finale and assumes that Erica and Callie have been together for awhile. Its just light hearted fun. Enjoy and please review!

Disclaimer: Grey's Anatomy and all characters belong to Shonda Rhimes and ABC. Lucky people.

"Shit! I am so dead. She is literally going to kill me," Dr. Erica Hahn said to herself as she changed her clothes in the locker room. She was late. She was supposed to have left the hospital by 4:30 and it was now pushing almost 6:00.

As she was literally running out the doors of the hospital she heard the voice of the most obnoxious man ever to hinder her with his prescence, Dr. Mark Sloan, "Hahn! Where are you off too in such a hurry?"

"As much as I would love to stand here and pretend like I enjoy talking to you, I can't. I have to go. I'm late and you know it," Erica said barely stopping to make eye contact. Sloan knew Callie's dad was coming into town tonight and he also knew how important it was to Callie that this night go well.

"Yea I heard something about Papa Torres coming to town. Good luck with that. Meeting the parents…never fun."

"Goodnight Sloan."

Erica drove as fast as she could across town to the apartment she and Callie had been sharing for the last few months. Looking at the dashboard clock before she got out she silently said a prayer and headed towards the elevator to take her to the third floor of the building.

"I know, I know. I'm late," Erica said as she walked through the door.

"No! Late would have been you here at 5:15 instead of 5:00 like we had planned. This," Dr. Callie Torres said pointing to the clock above the television set in the living room, "This is beyond late! Erica, its 6:30! What the hell happened and why didn't you at least call!?"

Erica had begun to walk into the bedroom tossing over her shoulder as she went, "You want to yell while I take shower because right now you are just wasting more valuable time that we really don't have to—," Erica stopped dead in her tracks and turned around to see Callie standing in the doorway with a sheepish look on her face.

"Callie, you want to tell me why every single picture of us is stacked on the bed? Pictures that would normally be sitting on coffee tables and entertainment stands," Erica picked up one of the framed pictures and couldn't help but smile. It was of the two of them walking on the beach in LA. They had gone to visit Addison and someone had managed to snap the picture without the two of them even knowing. It was one of those unexpected, life happens pictures. It was Erica's favorite because it wasn't posed, it wasn't staged, it was just the two of them smiling, holding hands walking on the beach.

"Uhh…no. Get in the shower or you will never be ready in time when my dad gets here," Callie said as she began to help Erica out of her shirt.

"Couple things, if you want me to get in the shower anytime soon, I suggest you stop undressing me. I am easily distracted," Erica said with a grin on her face as she stepped away from Callie and headed into the bathroom.

"And two…I thought you told your dad about us the last time you talked to him."

"Yea, well I might have forgotten to mention it," Callie said obviously nervous about the entire evening.

"Oh this is going to be fun," Erica had started the shower and was about to step in when she turned to Callie, "A load of fun."

"Oh come on. It won't be that bad. He'll come, he'll eat and he'll leave. Never has to know."

"Oh I have no intentions of telling him anything. That's your decision, but that doesn't mean I won't have a blast insinuating everything under the sun and watching you squirm the entire time."

"You wouldn't"

"Oh, but I would." Erica stepped in the shower and left Callie standing there. In utter and complete shock.

Callie wasn't sure if Erica was serious about giving her a hard time when her dad was here or not, but could only hope she wasn't.