(AN: I do not own any Grey's Anatomy characters or anything that is from Shondaland.)

(AN: This story has no beta at the moment so all mistakes are mine and I apologize. This is sort of a teaser and I hope to update fairly regularly. Enjoy!)

Callie dropped the last cardboard box in the kitchen with an exasperated sigh before looking around. The entire bottom floor was covered in boxes that needed to be unpacked before she started work later that week. She had spent the better part of the last two weeks moving across the country for the best job opening she could have hoped for-the head of Orthopedics at Seattle Grace Mercy West hospital in Seattle. Even though she had only applied for an attendings position apparently word of her rock star status had gotten around and won her the higher ranking job. Although her attending position in Miami had been decent and her family had been close there were things there that she just couldn't face anymore. She wouldn't call it running, she was just "relocating".

"TORRES!" a obnoxiously loud male voice called from the front of the house, breaking her from her thoughts.

"I'm in the kitchen, hold on, Mark!" she called back. One of the reasons she was so glad to have moved to Seattle was that Mark was there. They had been friends since med school in Miami where they met at a party. He was an arrogant man-whore with close to no filter and she had hated him for months before he weaseled his way into her heart and became her closest confidant. When he had moved to Seattle they had kept in contact and when she landed this job he had found her this house last-minute.

Walking to the front of the house she could have sworn she heard some creaking on the vacant stairs but waved it off. This place was ancient, she would have to get used to the odd noises.

"Cal, we have to find some time to fix this place up. I still don't know why you wouldn't just move in with me." Mark told her running his hand through his blonde and lightly greying curls.

"I don't want to live in a place where I will constantly be running into your nightly conquests." she shrugged, "Besides, this place is great. I don't know how you found it for so cheap."

"Uh, because it's a dump?" he wrinkled his noise in disgust, choosing to ignore her jab about his sex life. "The owners said it was creepy and not worth the work it needs. I gotta agree, Cal, this place is gives me the creeps. I was only half serious about you living here."

"Whatever. I love it. Now get out of here so I can start unpacking, unless you want to help with that?" He started walking back towards his car shaking his head.

"Nope, but how about you let me take you out for a drink later?" The suggestive tone in his voice earned an eye roll.

"Not tonight, Mark, I have too much to do." She really wanted some alone time to take this whole move in, she hadn't really accepted it all just yet and getting drunk with Mark wasn't going to help.

"Whatever, but I'm stealing you for at least one night before you start-up at work. You'll make new friends and then who will be my wing man?"

"You didn't have anyone before I got here?"

Mark just shrugged before giving her a wave goodbye.

She shut the door and let out another sigh, pursed her lips and swept her eyes around. This house did need some work but there wouldn't be time for that so it would just have to do. She grabbed one of the boxes at the bottom of the stairs and took it up to the bedroom to at least get her clothes in the dresser. The floorboards creaked beneath her feet which slightly annoyed her so she pulled out her Ipod and decided to listen to music while she worked.

Her bedroom was perfect with a vaulted ceiling and giant windows that gave a perfect view of the Puget Sound. She made a couple of trips up and down the stairs to get all of her bedroom belongings. After an hour she had managed to unpack all her clothes and make her bed. Feeling successful she started dancing around the room, rolling her hips to the music blasting into her ears.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a flash of gold, startled she paused her music and stared at the bedroom door. Nothing, of course there was nothing - she was alone! It was too soon to let this house freak her out. She was Callie Torres and an old house wasn't going to scare her. She turned her music back on and headed downstairs to tackle the kitchen and maybe even make a late lunch.

Callie couldn't remember ever buying this many appliances but she finally put them all up, put the remainder of her dishes away, and plugged in her coffeepot. She was going to need to buy a new one soon, this one had seen better days for sure.

Unpacking was exhausting but it kept her mind busy. This move had mostly been about the promotion but it was also an escape from Miami. An escape from the pain that was there and that she just couldn't handle anymore. She was tired of hurt and death. That made her laugh, a surgeon that was sick of death! She laughed even harder holding herself against the counter before she started to sob. Sliding down to the floor with her back against the cabinets she let the tears come. Everything hurt, it always hurt. The crying unleashed her desperate need to sleep and without meaning to she soon passed out on the kitchen floor.

Her face was cold, like a cool breeze focused solely on her face. In her half asleep haze she tried to brush it away. Now her hair was moving. Wait. Her hair was moving? She sprang up and looked around but there was nothing and suddenly the room was warmer. Maybe this place was creepy.

Callie pushed herself to her feet and made her way to the bed upstairs that was bound to feel better than the wooden floor she had just spent - she checked the time - three hours on. When she finally got under the covers and shut her eyes she felt a presence in the room but refused to open her eyes. Too many tricks today meant that she needed more sleep, she wasn't going to let her mind win anymore.

That was until she felt it again...that breeze. Only this time she knew it was real because it was tracing along the side of her face causing the most bizarre chills she had ever experienced. Callie quickly opened her eyes and mentally screamed.

There was a woman in her room, only there wasn't. She could see her but she could also see through her which made no sense at all. The woman stared at her with a look that was hard to place but seemingly came across as both confused and a bit angry.

"Great." the woman muttered, oblivious to Callie's knowledge of her.

"AHHHH!" Callie screamed-hallucinations didn't speak.

"AHHHH!" the woman screamed back and stumbled back against the wall nearest to the door.

"Who the hell...What the hell are you!?" Callie cried out. Her heart was in her throat now and she worried it was going to flop out and to the floor at any second.

The woman just stood there with wide eyes mirroring Callie's terrified look. She was oddly beautiful-at a quick glance Callie noticed her hair was blonde and fell just below her shoulders. Her face had soft features and wide blue eyes.

"You can see me?" she finally spoke.

"Yeah? Oh wait...this is a dream, right? The stress has finally got to me and now I'm dreaming or maybe I really am hallucinating because weird and attractive see-through women don't just appear in your bedroom unless it's dreams or something. So yeah, this is stress. You aren't real." Callie said in one breath and nodded. She then closed her eyes, pinched her arm, counted to ten, and opened them expecting a vacant room. The woman was still there, Callie let out a groan.

They stared at one another un-moving for a long time.

Finally the woman moved toward Callie but stopped before she got too close.

"Who are you?" Callie asked again, less frightened but ten times more confused.

The woman tilted her head. "Arizona...I'm Arizona. This is my house."

Callie bit her lip and looked this Arizona up and down with a furrowed brow. After a moment she nodded to herself and then looked right into the transparent woman's eyes.

"You're dead?"

"Yeah."

(AN: If you are interested in beta-ing this story please let me know because I need one desperately!)