Callie dropped her jacket onto the couch with a sigh, before slumping down in the closest chair. 'What the hell was that?' She thought out loud to herself, 'It was just joking at the lunch table…right?…right. Then what the hell was that in the elevator? Erica proving to Mark that we are too much. Then what was with her hand on my cheek, stroking it ?.' A million thoughts came tumbling out each one confusing Callie further than the last. The kiss in the elevator had Callies mind on overload and had Sloan's libido on overdrive. He had been paging her all day after she had walked right past the on call room and later right into the chief. Asking for the rest of the night off after cement boy had been a spur of the moment choice but she had done it.

"Uhh chief, I uh, I well you see I uhh.. sorry," Stammered Callie while she shifted feet uncomfortably.

"Dr. Torres? Is there something I can help you with?" Inquired the chief of surgery inquisitively.

"Yes *cough* Chief Webber, I uh need the rest of the night off to take care of some uh personal…um some uh 'girl things.' Callie finally managed to stammer out. All the while thinking 'great Torres look like an ass who cant function'.

Callie had never been one to speak the 'Vagina Monologs' so why was she suddenly acting all weird every time she thought about Erica? Running into her outside the hospital was not part of the plan either nor was THAT kiss but she had done it and damn it was good. Or at least it was while it lasted.****

Erica's mind raced as she sat in her car where she had been for the last three hours, unmoving. 'Why did she, THE Erica Hahn, freak out.? What was Callie thinking kissing her like that? Why was her own initial response so natural and why did it feel so right? Erica's fingers drummed on the steering wheel subconsciously as her mind whirled, she wasn't one to mix work and pleasure…and oh Callie's lips were pure pleasure. 'Why did I walk away from her then? Will she forgive me?' Her breath caught in her throat as she remembered back to the fateful day she told Cal that she didn't make friends easily…that thought was quickly replaced by a feeling of dread as she realized that when upset Callie tended to find mark. 'Hell no, not tonight, not after today…I've got to find her, Mark isn't going to be her shoulder tonight.' vehemently stated Erica to her rear-view mirror as she started her car and slammed it into reverse.

Erica drove as fast as the speed limit would take her back to her own house. When she got there, she ran up the stairs and into her bedroom closet all while cursing herself and Sloan for the stupidity of everything. Grabbing some sweat pants and a thick strap tank top along with some clean work clothes she shoved them into an overnight bag that already held doubles of her bathroom essentials. The life of a surgeon had taught her many things and tonight she was thankful for the pre-on call packing she always had on the ready. Doing one last double check that she looked okay she headed back out the door to her still running car.

*** Christina knew something was seriously wrong with her roommate the second she walked in the door. Callie didn't cry. Callie was not a crier. So why in hell was she sitting in the chair balling her eyes out and repeating the words 'ass' and 'Torres' to herself over and over? Without thinking Christina walked into the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of tequila Meredith had left last time her and Derek had a fight. Walking back into the living room and passing the bottle to Callie without speaking was the most comforting gesture Christina could muster, she knew any attempt at 'girl speak' would flub and make whatever Callie was moaning about worse. Sitting on the couch beside Callie's jacket she waited for the outburst she could see coming.

"What the hell was I thinking!? Nobody just ups and kisses someone and then lets them walk away!" Sobbed Callie between large gulps from the bottle and slams of her fist to the cushion on the couch. "Its all marks fault anyway, right?, if he hadn't put the stupid idea in my head in the first place, then it wouldn't have happened!"

"Uhh Cal… I don't know what's going on and I don't want to, but you've got to slow down on the gulping, or your going to feel like crap later."

"What's it matter anyway I totally screwed everything up, oh god if anyone finds out…what if…oh god…what if anyone saw?!

Christina didn't know who Callie was talking about but she went on the assumption it was Sloan. "You know kissing an attending isn't that bad I mean, Meredith and I both did it and survived. We survived, a whole hell of a lot of alcohol and dancing later we kind of survived. It wasn't that bad, Mer even managed to work with Derek after and well burke, burke left… Burke did leave". murmured Christina trying her best to be supportive not noticing that at the mention of leaving Callie froze.

"left…*sob* …walked away…left..*sob* Callies volume and anger increased, leaving Christina no choice but to leave the room to save her own hearing. Callie didn't even notice the front door opening and Erica walking in.

Erica shut the door and stopped dead in her tracks. Her best friend, her only companion was curled up in a chair with a bottle of alcohol crying. All because of her. Setting down her bag she walked into the kitchen to get Callie a cup of coffee nearly running into Christina in the process. "Yang" Sighed Erica upon sidestepping the overly nervous Christina.

"Oh Dr. Hahn! Thank God you're here…She's…she's crying. I don't do emotion. I don't speak girl. I do surgery…with lots of blood. There's no tears in the Or…I don't….I got to go. Stammered Christina thrilled someone else could relieve her of her nightmare, she bolted for the door thrusting another bottle of tequila she had been drinking into Erica's chest.

Erica gripped the bottle and watched as Yang nearly took off the door in her haste to leave. Placing the bottle on the counter she made some of the instant coffee Yang kept in her cupboard for Meredith and Christina's almost bi-weekly hangover mornings. Taking that and a box of tissues from the table she braced herself for the next step. Walking into the living room she noticed Callie had quieted down since she had gotten there but had her head in her hands and couldn't see her approach. Putting the coffee and cloth on the table she bent down to Callies level.

Callie heard someone walk towards her but figured Christina had come back in quietly to grab something she forgot. "Christina, thanks." was all she got out before she felt hands slide onto her knees. "Chris…" looking up she found herself starring into ice blue eyes "you're not Christina" was the first thing that came into her mind.

"No Callie, I'm not."

"Why are YOU here? You left me just...just standing looking and feeling like an idiot, no one is allowed to make me feel like that anymore, not George, not that stupid blonde traitorous bitch, and especially not YOU." spat Callie after she had removed Erica's hands off her legs and had recovered from the shock of seeing the person that broke her will to survive.

"Cal I'm here to tell you some…"

"No"

"Something important so shut up and listen"

"No, get out"

"Callie…I need to tell you…show you"

"Nmmmmmm" Callies protest was cut short by Erica grabbing her head and pulling it in for a deep kiss, "what the heck...you can't ju…" followed by a second , third and fourth until Callies protests died away. "Erica…why…just why?".

Erica felt the room start spinning as she started to ramble, "I shouldn't have walked away, I don't make friends easy and I shouldn't have walked away because I don't want to lose you, I really don't make friends easy but finding someone I care about enough to not stop thinking about in a more than platonic way is well…it doesn't happen…ever…but 'ever' finally happened and it was you and it made me nervous cause I don't… I have never kissed a woman and …"

Callie interrupted Erica with a finger to her lips. "Neither have I, I don't even think I like kissing girls…I don't like kissing girls…only one girl you."

"Cal, I'm sorry" Erica whispered through the tears now streaming down her face as the room slammed to a standstill in her mind.

"Erica, this wasn't okay. This isn't okay…not yet…but I know how we can make it better…" said Callie softly smiling threw her tears as she saw how much this was affecting Erica she couldn't help but melt.

"oh?" Murmured Erica as Callie pulled her up and onto the chair with her.

"Yep it's nothing a good friend and a cup of coffee won't help." Sighed Callie as she grabbed the coffee Erica had brought and leaned back against her. " I think we have a lot to talk about too."