Chapter One

I look over my shoulder quickly, barely getting a glimpse, but I don't think it's safe to look for any longer. How embarrassing would it be if I was caught staring? The thing is, I'm too scared to be caught looking. What if my wife found out?

I, Calliope Torres, am the orthopaedic surgeon at Seattle Greys and my wife is a teacher at Roosevelt High school. I am happy with my life, lovely wife, house, and job. Who wouldn't be happy? But looking at the beautiful blonde across the cafeteria makes my heart skip a beat, something my current wife had never made happen. I know that I shouldn't even be looking at another woman; I am besotted to my wife, but I can't stop taking little glances at the blonde. I know who she is; Arizona Robbins, she is the head paediatric surgeon of this hospital, and she is amazing at her job. I never thought myself as the type to be unfaithful, but I feel something with this woman, which I never have with my wife; and nothing is even going on between us. Sure we say the odd hello to other, if we happen to come across each other around the hospital, but that is the extent of my relationship with Arizona. Mark is my best friend, but he is also my wife's brother. This provides a huge issue for me, as I cannot confide in him about my less than appropriate feelings for Arizona. If I told him, I would be in a lot of trouble. Although, he can't be a hypocrite, he cheats on all of his girlfriends, with more girls than I can count.

Today, I have three minor surgeries, the first at 7am. I walk through the front doors and down the hall to the changing rooms. When I walk in there, I notice that Arizona is already in there getting changed. I stand in the doorway, staring, Arizona is only in her bra and jeans; and all I can look at is her boobs. Her body is perfect, her stomach is perfectly toned, and her boobs are... My thought is broken off, as she starts to take her jeans off, sliding them down her toned legs. I cough slightly, and she turns to look at me, she smiles.

"Oh, hi, I didn't see you standing there."
"Hi – Uh..."

I walk over to the corner, flushing madly. I grab my scrubs out of my locker, and start to change.

"You know, I don't mind the staring. You can check me out if you want to." She smirks at me.
"I wasn't – Uh, I wasn't checking you out."
"Sure you weren't," she points to my ring "I'm sure your husband wouldn't mind too much."
"Actually, I have a wife."

This time it is her turn to flush.

"Oh, I didn't realise. Well, she's a lucky woman." She winks at me, and leaves the changing room.

I get dressed in a state of embarrassment and confusion. She had caught me staring at her changing, but she hadn't minded. In fact, she had seemed to almost like that I had been staring. I rush to pull on my scrubs, and run out of the door in the hope of catching Arizona. Sure enough, a blonde head is retreating around the corner towards the paeds ward. I jog towards, and call her name.

"Arizona!" I yell out, and she turns and smiles when she sees me. "I was just thinking we could have lunch, you know, and have an actual conversation."

"Oh, yeah. Sure." She smiles, her dimples on show.
"I have a surgery just before, but I should be there."
"Okay, I only have one surgery after lunch, so I hope to see you there."
"Wait, if you don't have surgery until after lunch, why are you here?"
"I like to check on my kids, make sure they are doing okay."

With that she smirks, and skates off to the paeds ward.

I walk to my patient's room to brief him before his surgery, thinking about Arizona. Heelies, really? I thought you were meant to be out of the immature stage by now. But she is a children's surgeon, they have to rub off on her somehow. I also can't help but notice that she always smiles. I don't understand how someone can be so happy all the time. When I arrive at the room, my patient it sitting up waiting for me.

"Hey, you're eager." I say to him
"Yeah, well, hopefully this surgery is going to put my career back on path."
"Don't think too far ahead, focus on getting the surgery and your healing process."
"As long as I get the use of my arm back."
"I'll try my best." I smile, and brief him on what will happen during the surgery."

By the time I finish the surgery it's lunchtime. Excited and nervous, I dump my mask and gloves, and head to the cafeteria. Mark joins me halfway down the hallway.

"Hey Cal, want to grab lunch together? Discuss last night? I heard you stayed in." He winks at me.

Only Mark would say something like that.

"Mark, that's your sister. You're gross. No, to your invite, by the way. I have plans."

I walk ahead of him, cutting him off before he can ask who I'm having lunch with. That is not a discussion I need to have. Plus, I don't want him to think that it's okay to tag along, and join us for lunch. I can imagine him making sexual innuendos now, and that is not needed with my feelings towards Arizona already leaning towards the inappropriate. I enter the cafeteria, and scan the room, looking for the already familiar blonde head. I feel a slight brush at my shoulder, and turn to see Arizona grinning next to me.

"Looking for someone?" she asks.
"Just this super cute woman I had a conversation with this morning." I match her grin.
"Super cute? You can't be talking about me, can you?"
"Modesty isn't your thing, huh?"
"Not at all," she walks away from me, towards the food counter.

I grab a salad, doughnut and mineral water, and join Arizona at a small table to the side of the cafeteria.

"I'm sure your wife wouldn't like you calling another woman super cute." Arizona objects.
"I'm sure she wouldn't."
"Then, why?"
"Well, I –"

I'm cut off, as Mark comes over and stands at my shoulder. Watching Arizona carefully.

"So, Callie. This is your lunch date?" Mark looks at me curiously.
"Yeah, that's me," Arizona extends her hand" Arizona Robbins, paeds."

Mark takes her hand. "Mark Sloan, I make people pretty." He laughs

"He means he's plastics."
"Yeah pl–"
"Okay, bye Mark."

Mark opens his mouth to protest, but I glare at him, letting him know it's time to leave. Mark walks away, casting glances over his shoulder.

"My wife's brother."

Arizona's eyes widen slightly.

"Hey, uh, I have a surgery now. We should go to Joe's later for a drink?" she suggests.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea. My wife will wonder where I am, plus I have a surgery this evening."

Arizona looks slightly crestfallen when she hears my response.

"Another time, though," I stand up and look at her, taking her hand. "Bye Arizona."

I can feel Arizona watching me as I walk out of the cafeteria. As soon as I walk out into the hallway, Chief Weber approaches me.

"Dr. Torres, your surgery scheduled for this evening has been cancelled. The patient decided to go to another hospital."
"Another hospital, why?"
"They didn't mention it, it was a very quick decision."
"Oh, uhm. Well thank you for letting me know."

Perfect, I think to myself, now I have no reason to miss out on drinks with Arizona. I don't think it is a good idea to go for a drink with her, god knows what will happen. I also don't want to tell her the feelings I have for her, just because I may have had a bit too much to drink. Maybe I can go out for drinks with her when I sort out my priorities. Plus, I'm sure my wife would appreciate me being home. I decide to ring her to let her know I'll be home early. I ring her, but there is no answer, so I decide that I will just go out for drink with Arizona anyway, she won't be too worried if I am a bit late home, considering that she thinks I'm in surgery anyway; and I'm sure she will be fine without me. I have my last surgery now, and hopefully it will go well, and I'll be out before Arizona is out of hers.

My surgery is simple enough; I'm just placing a few pins in an elbow. I head over to the O.R, having already briefed my patient, and scrub in. Lexi Grey and Chief Weber are also scrubbing in.

"I thought that Lexi could see some ortho surgery for a change." Chief smiles at me.
"What about you?"
"I missed surgery. There's not a lot of fun in running a hospital."

After my surgery I dash out, and to the locker room. Arizona is in there yet again. I refrain from staring at her while she is changing, and go over to my locker.

"Care for another look?" Arizona looks at me smugly.

Two can play at that game. I take my scrub top off, and stand in front of her in my bra.

"No, not at all. What about you?"

Arizona flushes, her cheeks burning bright red. She moves her hand towards me a little, and then pulls it back, as if to think better of it.

"Uh – no... No," she stutters, and then coughs. "No, not at all."

I laugh to myself, and pull on my shirt.

"I was actually hoping I would catch you. Are you still up for that drink?"

"Oh –" she smiles. "Sure, want to go in my car?"
"We could go in mine, only, I don't know how I'll get home after drinking."
"You don't have to go home..."

I think this over slowly in my head, and how I would explain it to my wife. It's not as if I'm planning to do anything, I'm just staying the night for convenience, nothing else.

"Sure. As long as you don't mind me crashing at yours."
"Not at all."

I follow Arizona out to her car, and slide into the passenger side. Arizona turns on the car, and Snow Patrol's 'Called Out in the Dark' starts to play loudly.

"Sorry," she apologises as she turns the stereo down.
"I don't mind, I love Snow Patrol."
"So, Callie. Where do you live?"
"I live just around the corner from Roosevelt High school, that's where my wife works, what about you?"
"Oh, I live just around the corner from the hospital. I usually walk to work, but I was feeling lazy today," she laughs.

Arizona pulls up in to the parking lot in front of the bar, and holds the door open for me. I thank her, and take a seat at the bar alongside Arizona. She orders two beers, and then turns to me.

"How long have you and your wife been together?"
"Oh – uh"
"I hope you don't mind questions, I just want to get to know you."
"No, that's fine. We have been married two years; we were together only a year before we got married. What about you? Are you with anyone?"
"No, I'm single at the moment."

We stay at the bar for a few hours, talking about things like where we grew up, our family, and past girlfriends. After getting sick of being at the bar, we leave for Arizona's place, chatting about our best surgery stories. When we arrive at Arizona's apartment, I notice it's very bright, and very clean. Arizona takes my coat, and shows me to her room.

"If you aren't comfortable about sleeping in the same bed as me, I can sleep on the couch for tonight."
"No, no. It's fine, I'm fine with it." I smile at her.
"Okay, well here are some pyjamas."

I take the flannel pyjamas and t-shirt from her.

"Thank you, I'll change in the bathroom?" I ask her.

"Sure, just use my en-suite."

I walk through to the bathroom, and lock the door behind me. I strip down to my underwear, and change into the pyjamas. I quickly fix my hair in the mirror, and go back out to the bedroom. The light is off, and Arizona is already in bed. I walk over to the bed, and slide under the covers, staring into the darkness.

"Arizona..."

She turns to face me, and I feel her body brush mine. Before I can even think about it, I'm kissing her. Her lips are soft and warm on mine, and I feel a spark, like a current running through my whole body. Arizona crushes our lips together, and I grab her hips, and push her away from me.

"Arizona, I'm sorry. I di–"
"I don't care, Callie."

She kisses me again, softer this time, but my wife's face springs into my head.

"Ari, I can't... My wife."
"I understand."

I turn away from her, and face the wall. It feels like hours before I finally fall asleep, my thoughts buzzing. The next morning when I wake up, the bed is empty, and I can hear the shower running. A little while later, Arizona appears from the bathroom in a towel, her hair dripping water down her shoulders. My mind goes temporarily blank, and all I can do is stare at her.

"Oh, I didn't know you were awake..." She says.
"It's fine."

I avert my eyes, and get out of bed.

"Did you want a shower?"
"No, that's okay. I have the day off anyway, so I'll just head home."
"Okay," Arizona looks slightly upset."
"About last night, I'm sorry." I say
"I'm not..."
"You aren't?"
"Not at all. I'm very attracted to you."
"So am I," I say, my voice a whisper."
"But your wife."
"I've always thought that we rushed into it. The kiss we had last night felt more amazing than it ever has with my wife."

I don't admit to her that I have felt more with her than I ever had with my wife. I don't know how she'd take it, and she doesn't need to know. Arizona seems too stunned to speak. I walk into the bathroom, and change my clothes. When I go back into the bedroom Arizona is sat on the end of the bed, and still in her towel.

"Well, bye Ari."

I walk over to her, bending over to kiss her cheek. I grab my jacket from the coat hanger and step out into the hallway. When I get outside, the cool morning air hits me, clearing my head. What am I meant to tell my wife, without her getting suspicious?