This first bit is about Callie, but what happens will be important later on in the story if you guys would like me to carry it on. It's my first shot at a fanfic so reviews would be helpful – be nice!

Callie looked up at the clock, three minutes and then she could go home, home to Arizona. Callie smiled to herself life was good, her
best friend had returned from LA, her girlfriend was planning on moving in and her roommate out. Nine o'clock. She signed off the final form and picked up her coat.

Bleep bleep bleep,

Some days Callie hated the pager. And whoever invented it. Could people not see that it was one minute pat nine? And she wasn't on call? She grabbed her bag and reluctantly headed out to the nurses' station.

"This better be good" Callie muttered at the nurse, who handed over a thin medical folder and pointed in the direction of the only occupied chair. Callie sighed. It was a young'un. One of the ones who thought they were invincible, and dressed up as if every day was a fashion show. The dress didn't leave much to the imagination. Already Callie didn't like her.

"Isabella Jones?" Callie spoke in a more angry tone than intended, but Isabella looked up and smiled sweetly.

"Forbes" She murmured nervously

Callie stood there, giving her best 'I'm confused' face until Isabella shook her head.

"I'm Doctor Torres. The scan shows a severe break, how exactly did this happen?" It was routine, monotonous.

The girl waved a pair of expensive looking loubitons in callie's face, they must have been minimum 6 inches.

"Wow" the gasp escaped her mouth before she could help herself.

"Yeah, I thought I could walk in them, apparently not." Isabella yawned.

"Clearly. Can you try outing any weight on it for me?" Callie questioned.

"I can't. I already tried." Well at least she was admitting that she was stupid, and resigning herself to failure. Callie wondered why she was in such a bitter mood, and why her feelings towards the broken girl in front of her were so strong. Normally she tried to keep detatched from patients, never wanting to get emotionally involved, but that was to save herself the heart break, and this was different.

"Okay, well do you have a number we can contact you parents on? I can bandage you up but you're going to need a ride home."

"Sure, but I think by the time my mums gotten here from Texas you'll be waiting a while." Isabella sighed.

"You're just visiting Seattle?" She sounded judgemental, wow this was not a good day.

"Something like that."

"Where are you staying?"

"I don't know yet, was kind of going to pick it up on the way"

Callie checked her watch.

"Look Dr Torres, if you've got somewhere to be I'll wait 'til morning. I'll crash here. At least I've got a roof over my head." Callie was surprised by how honest Isabella seemed and looked pitifully at the girl in front of her. What was her story? Had she had the guts to do what Callie had always threatened? To walk out? Did she resent her for being the person who she never could be?

"Follow me" Callie commanded and immediately Isabella rose from her chair and hobbled into the side room. "You sleep in here tonight, I'll fix you up in the morning. If anyone asks say I'm keeping you in for observation, that I'm worried you hit your head. I'll send the nurse in with some pain killers. Rest up."

Isabella stood there stunned. "You'd really do that for me? That the sweetest thing ever."

Callie felt patronised but smiled anyway, she was trying to be nice.

"Someone was obviously kind enough to buy you those shoes." Callie shouted as she walked out the door.

"Doesn't count when the money's just transferred into your account" Isabella replied.

Callie shook her head as she walked out of the door and into the night.

Addison sat staring out the window, letting the cold air caress her cheeks. It had been two weeks since Mark Sloan had taken off, left for god knows where without even a goodbye. Not even Derek knew where his best friend had disappeared to. Sure she had friends at the hospital, she'd moved back to Seattle to build a stronger relationship with her ex-husband, and to help her best friend move onto the next stage in her relationship. But for once Addison felt alone. Very alone, and she did something she never normally would do. She made the first move.

"Mark? It's Addie."