Callie's POV
"Great," Callie murmured to herself while looking in her rear-view mirror at the white and blue police cruiser pulling up behind her, "Just perfect." She rolled down her window and put her hands on the steering wheel as she heard the door of the other vehicle slam and the crunch of boots on gravel get closer. She released a sigh and looked up at the officer. She was met by the most stunning and beautiful eyes she had ever seen.
"License and registration, please." Callie pulled her eyes away from the officers to reach into the glove compartment for her documents. After searching the compartment for a minute and a half, Callie emerged with her papers and handed them to the officer standing outside of her Thunderbird. The blond-haired, blue-eyed bombshell looked over the papers and pursed her lips into a thin line. "Do you realize, Ms Torres that you were driving at seventy-five kilometers per hour in a sixty-five kilometer zone." She said this more as a statement than as a question. Callie stared back at her, unable to say anything. The blond placed her pad on top of Callie's documents and began writing her a ticket, "You'll have a court hearing on the seventeenth of September, two weeks from now." She hand Callie her papers and stepped back as the Latina fired up her engine and drove off.
"Damn Torres, what just happened?" Callie said to herself through her teeth. Her cellphone rang and she looked at who the caller was, the Chief. She answered the call. "Yes, Chief?" she winced as he shouted her name and gripped the wheel tighter with her free hand. "I'm sorry, I know I'm late and that my surgery started ten minutes ago…I'm five minutes away from the hospital, Sir." With that she hung up her phone and dialed a number quickly. "Mark!" she shouted after the man answered, "Get an OR ready for me now! I'm running late. My patient Kathy Richards needs hip replacement surgery, so just get the OR ready, please and thanks." With that she hung up the phone, not waiting for Mark to respond. She drove the rest of the way to the hospital with the cop on her mind.
As she rushed through the hospital doors she was greeted by Mark's concerned face and Owen Hunt shouting at her to get to her OR. She dismissed Mark with a wave and a small smile and rushed past her new boss and into the elevator. She rushed to her locker in the Attendings' Lounge, threw her bag into the locker while grabbing her scrubs and scrub cap with the other hand. "Come on, Torres" She said to herself as she changed. Three minutes later she was standing in front of the elevator doors "Stupid elevator. Take the stairs." Callie ran up the four flights of stairs to OR 3 and quickly scrubbed in to her surgery; she donned her surgical gown and mask as she stood before her patient. "Time to get cracking."
Three hours later, Callie found herself in an on-call room trying to sleep off her drunken night, "or morning," at Joe's. She could not sleep. Her reason for being at Joe's kept popping up in her head, Erica Hahn. Callie had loved her and the cardio surgeon took her heart and stomped over it in a parking lot, walked away and never looked back. Callie could feel the sting of tears coming to her eyes and fought to keep them at bay, "I'm done crying over you, Erica."
Arizona's POV
"Boring day, just another boring day. You'd think that after a month on scut and patrol duty you'd get used to it." Arizona said to herself as a blue Thunderbird sped past her. "Well here's the interesting part of my day." She turned on the cruiser's sirens and went after the vehicle which slowed down and pulled to the side of the road. She parked her own vehicle five feet away from the T-bird, stepped out onto the side of the road and holstered her gun. She slowly walked up to the vehicle as the driver rolled down the window. She looked at the driver "Yup, most interesting part of my day." She looked at the flustered Latina and pulled out her most professional face, trying not to stare too much at the beautiful woman in front of her. "License and registration, please." Arizona heard herself say. The woman in the car turned to reach into the glove compartment, giving Arizona time to breathe and recollect herself. The driver handed Arizona her papers, she looked over them, "Calliope…a beautiful name for a beautiful woman." She pursed her lips trying not to smile and keeping her professional demeanor. "Do you realize, Ms Torres that you were driving at seventy-five kilometers per hour in a sixty-five kilometer zone." The brunette sitting in front of her looked even more flustered than when Arizona had pulled her over, she could not help but feel a bit sorry for the woman. She wrote Calliope a speeding ticket and handed it to her, saying "You'll have a court hearing on the seventeenth of September, two weeks from now." She stepped back from the car and watched as the most beautiful woman she had ever laid eyes on drove away from her. "Goodbye, Calliope."
Arizona felt her phone vibrating in her pocket and pulled it out, checking the caller ID. "What, Karev?" she barked to her partner. "Tell him that I'll be there in twenty." She hung up the phone and walked back to the cruiser, all thoughts of the Latina out of her mind and thoughts of the past two and a half months emerging. She sat in the cruiser with her hands gripped tightly around the wheel and tears streaming down her face. "Why did he have to die, why did she have to die?" Arizona screamed at no one. She closed her eyes and saw the hangar that she stood in as they unloaded her brother's coffin, she saw his pale yet handsome face and she saw the flag that they placed in her father's hands and she sobbed. Those scenes faded and she saw her ex-partner, Reed Adamson, lying on the ground with a bullet wound in the front of her head and her blood seeping through the exit wound in the back. She saw Reed's eyes as though they were searching for something, or someone, her savior – Arizona. She was upset with herself after both their deaths because she was unable to save them; she was not able to be Timothy's older sister and save him, he could only cower and watch as her partner and best friend was shot point blank. After that, Chief Webber gave her a two week leave and referred her to a physiatrist for a month. This did not help her so he put her on scut and patrol duty and he gave her a new partner, Alex Karev. Karev was nothing like Reed, although she seemed cold to other persons she was friendly with Arizona, they joked, laughed and became each other's person, Alex on the other hand was cold to everyone, Arizona included. She dried her tears and took the shortest route possible back to the precinct. Ten minutes later she stood before the Chief's door waiting for admittance into the room.
"Come in." the Chief's voice sounded through the closed door and Arizona opened the door slowly.
"You asked to see me, Chief?" Arizona asked the man sitting in front of her.
"Robbins, yes. Have a seat." The African-American man motioned towards one of the two chairs in front of his desk. Arizona sat and looked the man dead in his face. "There's no way I can be in trouble doing nothing but paperwork and patrols for the past two and a half months."
"Thank you, Sir" Arizona mumbled to the man.
"Okay Robbins, I've been informed by Dr. Perkins that there has been some improvement in your condition over the past month," Arizona just sat and looked back at the man "Some is an overstatement." "I have received word of a big drug bust that will be going down tomorrow at eight at the main port at Elliott Bay and I need my best people on this. That would be you, Robbins."
"Sir, I –" Arizona began. He cut her off by raising his hand.
"You and Karev are the best. I need you both on this; this is not a discussion, Robbins." Arizona broke her gaze away from the man and looked out the window behind his head, "Damn authority issues!"
"Yes, Sir. I'll let Karev know." With that the blond officer stood and walked out of the office, away from the man that rattled her with only a glance.
She sat at her desk, closed her eyes and saw her brother and ex-partner smiling at her.