It was Mark who recommended to Chief Richard Webber of Callie's talents in Orthopedic Surgery. He finally convinced her to interview for the opening and after a brief interview the job was hers. As she made her way up to the apartment across from Mark's, she took a deep breath before knocking. Mark had mentioned something about Cristina, his neighbor and someone who Callie had become quick friends with over the past few months, was looking for a roommate, and since it was right across from the hospital it was convient. Plus he was right across the hall if she needed anything. As she knocked on the door, the small Asian woman answered the door. "Torres, finally. I thought that you got lost or something. Well come in, don't just stand there." Cristina motioned for her to come in. Cristina Yang was one of the residents of Seattle Grace. She was considered by most to be the next Cardio Attending, and a total bitch. Callie found that with a little Tequila, Cristina was actually a good person, just hard to get to know. They both were badass surgeons who didn't have time for foolish behavior. After showing Callie to her room and giving a quick tour of the apartment, she sat back down on the couch, reading some medical journal. Callie began unpacking some of the boxes that she sent earlier in the week. As she finished with the second box she heard Cristina yelling to her.
"Torres! Get your ass moving, it's time to get you acquainted with Seattle's nightlife." As Callie opened the door she saw that Mark was standing in the living room with Cristina.
"Callie, hey I'm sorry I couldn't pick you up at the airport, got stuck in a surgery. I'm glad your here kid. We are going to have a great time." Mark came over and gave Callie a bear hug, crushing her a bit.
"Umm Mark, your crushing me!" Callie groaned.
Mark was an attending in Plastics. Mark was just plain handsome, over 6 feet tall, with blue eyes and his hair greying prematuring. He was known for his playboy lifestyle, rarely keeping any women for more then a few weeks. Callie had known Mark since her 2nd year in college. He was her RA and they had a brief fling, it didn't last, but they remained friends. Since then he has always been the person she has turn to in any given situation. When her mother was killed mysteriously a few months ago, Mark had flown down to Miami to help Callie through the diffucult situation. Her father was off in some foreign country when the attack happened. Callie wasn't able to get any details about it, just that her mother was at home and someone attacked her, and there wasn't any suspects. Her father returned from his trip and was very distant, diving into his mysterious research as soon as the funeral was over. That is why Callie decided to take the job in Seattle. Her father was insistant that her and her sister leave Miami. Aria decided to go to New York with her Uncle Manuel to attend Hudson University.
"Come on Cal, get changed we are going to head over to Joe's. I'll introduce you to some of other doctors you'll be working with." Callie hurried and put on a pair of black jeans that hugged her curves perfectly, with a red v-neck top. She grabbed her leather jacket, knowing she be chilly in the cold climate. She checked her hair in the mirror, the long raven locks flowing over her shoulders and followed Mark and Cristina out the door. When they reached Joe's, Mark and Cristina led Callie over to a table in the corner filled with people. Mark went around the table. He introduced his best friend from childhood Derek Sheppard, and his wife Meredith, who was Cristina's best friend. Then there was Owen Hunt, who from the looks of things was involved with Cristina. Alex Karev and Izzy Stevens who also were residents and seemed to be together, and Lexie Grey. Lexie was Meredith's sister and Mark's obvious flavor of the month. Callie thought to herself how funny it was that he didn't mention her before. After ordering a shot and a beer, Callie sat and listened to everyone converse about the recent string of attacks happening in the city. Apparently police believed it was some gang initiation or something. "It's weird the marks each of them has on their necks. Like small puncture wounds, right near their carotid artery. That combined with the lack of blood present suggests something cult like." Owen stated.
Callie's became very interested in the conversation at this point, listening to the table recount the details of the last 2 victims brought to the ED. After a few minutes someone changed the topic and the conversation floated over to Callie.
"So Callie, when do you start?" Lexie asked "I start tomorrow, I meet with the Chief at 9am. So I really should be heading home." Looking down at her watch she noticed it was already past 11pm. Just then, the door to the bar opened, and suddenly Callie's attention was drawn to the blondes walking through the door.
Callie was capivated by the 2 women who entered the bar. The taller one had long dirty blonde hair, but it was the smaller one, with the bluest eyes Callie had ever seen that pulled her attention. She had curly blonde locks that fell perfectly around her face, and when she smiled over at the group she had the most amazing dimples, that was until she looked into Callie's eyes. Callie couldn't be sure, but the sudden flash of what looked like hunger in the blonde's eyes sent a shiver down her back. Standing before her was the woman who stole her heart during her senior year in high school. She looked exactly how she did the day she left Callie standing at the airport. A sudden wave of warmth and desire racked throughout Callie's body.
Owen waved the women over and Mark noticed Callie's sudden inability to stop staring at the pair.
"Callie, I see you have noticed our Peds and Cardio attendings. The tall one is Teddy Altman, and the smaller one is Arizona Robbins. I'm not a fan of the duo so I'm heading back home, want to walk together and catch up?" Mark whispered as he grabbed his jacket.
"Umm, sure. I need to get some sleep anyways."
They said their goodbyes and as they past the pair of women, Mark nodded at them, but it was the smaller blonde who avoided eye contact. As they walked Mark couldn't help but inquire about Callie's obvious change in mood. "Callie, how do you know Robbins?"
"She is a big part of my past history let's say. She is, umm was my first love. We spent our entire senior year together and at the end of the school year she left. I never heard from her again. It was weird because she suddenly changed overnight, I never understood what I did."
"Please, just be careful Torres, I wouldn't get too close to that one. She hangs out with kids all day, and wears Heeleys...and she wears a pink scrub cap." Mark was shaking his head laughing at the description.
Callie laughed at Mark's obvious sentiment towards the Peds surgeon. They chatted on their way home about the hospital and all the gossip surrounding the group. Mark filled him in on his and Lexie's current situation as well as Cristina and Owen's. By the time Callie entered her apartment it was past midnight. She quickly showered and headed to bed. Settling in, her thoughts went back to the woman with the amazing blue eyes. Callie couldn't believe she was here. All the same emotions came back and her dreams were filled with images of the blue eyed beauty all night long.
The next morning Callie arrived early to meet with the Chief, stopping to grab coffee, she wandered the halls of Seattle Grace. It was a huge hospital, with 8 floors, and a basement. It was easy to get lost in a place like this, and after 30 minutes she had no idea where she was. As she entered through a set of double doors, she was so lost in memories of the beautiful blonde woman from last night that she missed the sign that read MORGUE.
As she entered the room she noticed a distinct drop in temperture. Becoming aware of her surroundings she again felt a strange chill up her spine. As she turned around she was met by a strikingly gorgeous brunette. She had emerald green eyes that somehow shined even in the dimly lit room.
"Oh, hello. I seem to have taken a wrong turn somewhere, can you tell me how to get to Richard Webber's office?" Callie smiled at the woman but she continued to stare at her. The woman was looking her up and down, and suddenly Callie felt a strange feeling in her stomach, that she could only describe as tingling sense, creating a feeling of fear. She backed up and without hesitation ran through the double doors straight into a large hard body. Before hitting the floor she was held up and felt hands around her waist, stopping her from falling to the floor. Looking up it was a large man, reading on his lab coat the name Percy.
"Geez little lady, you need to watch where you're going. It can be very dangerous down here." The gentlemen staighten up, giving her a smile and continued. "I'm Dr. Charles Percy. Can I be of assistance?"
"Oh, God yes, there was this strange woman in the morgue, she was ummm, I can't believe what I'm about to say, but scary. I'm sorry for running into you like that. I'm Callie Torres, and I was looking for the Chief of Surgery's office. Could you give me a few directions?" Callie took an uneasy breath. She still felt that fear in her stomach, and slowly eyed the young doctor.
After giving her the way back up to the main floor of the hospital, Dr. Percy called out to her as she left, "Oh, good luck Dr. Torres, I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again."
Callie couldn't shake the uneasy feeling she had after visiting the basement. Finally she found Dr. Webber's office. After a brief introduction and paperwork, Callie was issued her dark blue scrubs and led to the surgical floor of the hosptial. The Chief asked a smaller woman, who he introduced as Dr. Miranda Bailey, to show her around the floor and introduce her to the staff, after he was paged to a meeting. The woman mumbled something about not being a tourguide but extended her hand to Callie.
"Well, welcome to Seattle Grace. I hope that you will enjoy working here. I have heard nothing but good things about you from Sloan. Let's get you acquainted with the residents and oriented to this place."
As Callie followed Bailey around for the next few hours she was introduced to some of the people from last night, including Meredith and Lexie. She was shown the OR's and finally brought her to the ER otherwise known as the "pit". Mark came up to the women asking if Callie wanted to grab some lunch. Callie was starving and thanked Bailey. The rest of the day seemed to glide by, til suddendly she looked at her watch and it was 7pm. As she was heading to the attending's lounge area her pager went off for the pit. Arriving she was shown to Trauma 1 by Meredith.
"What do we have?" Callie asked as she entered the room.
"12 year old male, struck by a car while riding his bike. Pt has a closed femur fracture and multiple broken ribs. Pt also has a tender abdomen and Dr. Robbins is on her way down to consult." Meredith reported.
After assessing his injuries, Callie was looking over his chart when she felt a sudden flood of emotions flowing through her. It caught her off guard and she inhaled sharply, hearing the door open. Looking behind her she was met with the blue eyes, noticing the same shine as the woman earlier, belonging to the petite blonde doctor from last night. Trying to act casual, she slid herself closer to the boy and exhaled slowly. Callie couldn't understand what was causing all of these things to happen whenever she saw or in this case felt the doctor enter the room.
"Dr. Robbins, this is Dr. Torrres, she is the Ortho on call," Callie listened as Meredith gave the peds surgeon the update. Callie nodded to the gorgeous blonde when she looked at her. She noticed that the woman seemed to have a instant flash of hesitation, but then smiled and softly spoke to the boy and his parents as she assessed his injuries. After looking over the scans, the blonde turned to speak to Callie.
"He'll need surgery to repair damage to his lower intestine, I can correct the injury while you set his leg. I look forward to working with you Dr. Torres. It'll be awesome. See you in the OR." As she turned to leave the room, Callie noticed the blonde let her eyes wander over her body for a few seconds longer then necessary and then quickly exited the room. Callie followed behind, her thoughts lingering over the beautiful buttocks in front of her. She was excited to be in the same OR as Dr. Robbins, and still had yet to speak to her at all about the 10 years apart.
The surgery was a sucess, although Callie's thoughts kept wandering over to the Peds surgeon standing next to her. She couldn't understand the drawl she still felt towards Arizona. While scrubbing out, Callie finally broke the silence.
"Umm, I know this is going to sound strange, but seriously 10 years, and you aren't going to even acknowledge me? Arizona I loved you so much and you left me in an airport! You broke me. What did I do?" Callie felt the tears falling down her face.
Stopping for just a moment, Arizona glanced up and continued her task before speaking. "Calliope, there are things you don't know about me. It wasn't safe for you, so I left before I hurt you. I didn't want to but it was my only choice."
Callie couldn't believe what she just heard. Safe? How could Arizona think that she could hurt Callie any worse then leaving the way she did? Then Arizona continued.
"Dr. Torres, I don't think it's wise for you and I to become friends. Let's just keep a professional status between us. I'm not who you think I am anymore." Callie was sure that the look in Arizona's eyes were of confusion and sadness, but she dried her hands and walked out of the room before Callie go say anything else.
Chapter 2 Flashback 1978 "Arizona, come on, I want to hit the disco in this century!"
Arizona was a normal 21 year old girl growing up in the seventies. She was attending New York University and hadn't decided what she wanted to do with her life yet. Tonight she was heading out to Studio 54 with her friend Teddy, and a few others from school. Arizona loved to dance, and after studying all week she was looking forward to enjoying the evening. "I'm almost ready, I'm just putting my platforms on."
Arizona was dressed in a bright yellow shirt, and blue denim bell bottom jeans. She completed the outfit with the brand new white platform boots she bought today. The girls spent most of the night dancing to the Bee Gees and Abba. Walking up to the bar, she noticed a beautiful woman with auburn hair sitting at the end of the bar, staring at her. Arizona smiled at the woman, and as she was getting ready to order her drink, the bartender placed a glass of white wine in front of her.
"This is from the woman at the end of the bar, she would like you to join her." The bartender said as he nodded to the striking beauty.
Arizona smiled but didn't make a move towards the woman, something in her told her she was dangerous. So Arizona went back out on the dance floor with Teddy and some guy she met, enjoying the feel of the music.
Joanne grimaced as she made her way through the crowd. As a vampire she had a heightened sense of smell and all these humans surrounding her, with their perfumes and colognes and sweat, made her nose burn. But she found her scent, and it was all her own. It was an outdoorsy, fresh smell. She couldn't tell if it was actually her she was smelling or just her perfume, but she found her in the middle of the floor with her friends nearby. One of them had already found a male companion, but this girl, her girl, was dancing alone. Her body moved fluidly with the loud beat and her eyes were closed. It was as if she was channeling out the world around her, focusing only on the music and her body.
She circled her once as the song ended and another, faster one began. It was one that was familiar to her. It's been played all too often in the clubs.
She was like a lioness stalking her unknowing prey. She came up behind her and didn't move for a moment. She smiled as she realized that her smell had nothing to do with her perfume. It was just her. It was in her yellow hair, on her skin. She found that strangely attractive.
She placed her left hand over her stomach and she gently pressed her body up against the petite woman . She stiffened immediately and looked back at her with a mixture of irritation and confusion. "Wh-what are you doing?"
She slowly began to move her body and she bent her head down to whisper in her ear. Her lips caressed the blonde's ear for a brief second and a jolt ran through her. "Relax," Joanne said softly, seductively, "I just want to dance. What's your name?"
"Arizona"
As she felt her body loosen up a little she began to move with her. She ran her other hand down her right arm and she leaned into her slightly.
Joanne and Arizona swayed together to the music, their bodies fused together by the rhythm. Joanne's hands caressed Arizona's stomach and shoulders as if the two of them were having an intimate moment rather than in a club surrounded by dozens of other people. She didn't care, though. And, apparently, neither did Arizona because she never said a word. This was the advantage of being a vampire, complete control over their prey.
Nobody else around them mattered either. In fact, for this brief moment in time, they didn't even exist. It was just Joanne and Arizona, losing control. Joanne ran her lips past Arizona's shoulder and eyed her neck and collar bone like they were the Holy Grail. Joanne was excited to drain her dry, even though a small part of her wondered what she would be like living a life like hers as a vampire. Arizona unknowingly ran her tongue over one of her fangs. Joanne could smell her blood pumping through her veins and hear her heart beating. The sensation was spellbinding and even erotic.
Joanne looked into the small woman's blue eyes, and in that moment decided she would make her new pet. As the music stopped, Joanne led the blonde to the alley outside where her limo was waiting.
"Arizona, have you ever thought about what you would do if you could live forever?" Joanne whispered as she licked at her earlobe. She continued her kisses as they stepped into the limo. Joanne could smell the growing arousal of Arizona.
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Arizona couldn't understand what was happening. One minute she was on the dance floor alone and suddenly this woman is doing things to her body and mind that were completely erotic. She was so hot and wet that the feeling of it ending scared Arizona. It was as if she was somehow connected to this woman, even though the fear was lingering in her. She felt herself being pulled outside, unable, unwillingly to stop. Once in the limo, Joanne thrust herself upon Arizona.
Joanne continued her kisses down Arizona's neck, avoiding the point she needed to so that she could pleasure Arizona first. When turning someone, sex was always better for the pet as they wouldn't hurt as much. Joanne, lifted Arizona's shirt, taking time to knead the perfect round breasts.
She felt a warm mouth cover her hard nipple and sucked in a deep breath, releasing it in a hiss as the mouth that covered the sensitive tip bit down on it and then began roughly sucking on her. Her hips jerked roughly, seeking contact with the body on top of her, with anything really. She pushed the back of her head into the limo seat forcefully and arched her chest.
"Oh god," she moaned as Joanne covered her other breast with her free hand, massaging it roughly for a few seconds before narrowing her focus to Arizona's nipple, which she pinched and than began to roll between her fingers. "Oh, fuck yeeesssss," Arizona groaned.
"Jesus, oh god harder," she continued as her hand came up to rest on Joanne's neck, just below her hairline. Her hips jerked again, and her free hand twitched and then slowly moved to wrap around Joanne's waist, before drawing the red head closer to her.
She then allowed her hand to rub at Joanne's back, before moving down to squeeze her ass, and then further down to rub her thighs before she shifted the woman's leg, and brought it between her own.
Arizona whimpered as her hot, wet sex first made contact with Joanne's thigh. God, that felt good, it felt so fucking good. Her eyes fluttered, and the hand on Joanne's neck tightened slightly, as she began to rub herself against the beauty's thigh, her hips bucking as she felt Joanne shiver against her, before her mouth and hands continued to ravage Arizona's breasts.
She felt a hand on her hip, a long 'mmmmm' making its way out of her throat as she felt a thumb scrapping along the
smooth skin of her hip, dipping down occasionally to rub at the top the of her thigh, so close, so very close to where she wanted those talented hands.
The hand that was on her hip, then pressed down, holding her hips down on the seat as Joanne moved her thigh back just far enough that if Arizona bucked her hips again she was would encounter nothing but air.
"Stop," Joanne commanded, looking down at Arizona though she couldn't see her prey waiting beneath her. She could smell her though, and taste her, and feel the small shivers running through her body, she could feel her hips twitching beneath her hands, struggling not to buck though they so desperately wanted to.
"No, don't stop," Arizona managed to choke out.
"Please," she continued drawing Joanne's head down towards her lips, kissing her hotly and deeply as her other hand fondled the red head's ass, before pressing down, drawing Joanne's pelvic region down, closer to her own.
Joanne laughed softly against her lips, the sound deep and hoarse. At the sound of it a bolt of liquid heat shot through Ariozna and exploded in her sex. Arizona could feel the moisture releasing from her body and bucked her hips instinctively seeking relief, but Joanne held out, holding herself just far enough away from Arizona that she couldn't make contact with her skin though she could feel the heat from it. Joanne loved the teasing, making them want her so much they no longer had the power to resist, not that it mattered any way.
Arizona growled in frustration and then groaned, her muscles pulling tight as she threw her head back against the seat and turned it to the side, her body straining uselessly.
Joanne's hand dipped down between her legs, two fingers firmly running the length of her sex.
"YES, yeeeeeeeees," Arizona hissed, a wolfish smile coming to her face as she moved her hips, seeking to increase contact with Joanne's fingers as they moved against her.
Joanne lowered her body, so that the majority of her weight was resting on top of Arizona, delighting in the contented sigh that emanated from the blonde as their stomachs and breasts brushed against each other. "You're so wet baby," she murmured softly, before moving her lips to brush against Arizona's jaw.
"You feel so good, and so wet. You're going to drown me."
Arizona made an unintelligible noise in her throat, almost a mewling as Joanne's words washed over her. The rumbling sounds coming from her chest, turning into a ragged exhalation as she felt Joanne's lips nipping, licking and kissing their way down her chest, and across her stomach. She then began to whimper as Joanne's tongue flicked inside of her bellybutton, her breath coming in short gasps as the blonde began a series of firm, quick thrusts, fucking her bellybutton with her tongue.
And when Joanne's mouth finally descended on the moist heat at the apex of Arizona's thighs, her tongue picking up the rhythm it had set against Arizona's stomach, Arizona's mouth simply opened wide, no sound coming out as her eyes flickered shut and the molten, coiling heat in the pit of her stomach began to expand outwards, until it exploded in an earth-shattering climax that left her shaking in Joanne's arms.
As Joanne licked her way back up to Arizona's neck, she continued to stroke and curl her fingers inside the blonde, bringing her closer to another climax. As Arizona felt herself falling again into oblivion, she felt the sting, then the burning as Joanne sank her teeth into her, but by that point it was too late to stop her fate.
