"Trust me. I'm not your type." Erica Hahn paused at the end of each word for effect, never looking away from the glass of scotch that was resting in her hands. The words were laced with a warning and the handsome young male surgeon who had just made the mistake of propositioning her had heard it loud and clear. When he stood up from his bar stool and headed to a table across the room Erica looked up from her drink and began to survey the bar. The usual blend of surgeons and nurses were cloistered in groups throughout the room. Erica could hear the cheers of the residents who had recently passed their boards exams as they celebrated their final days at Seattle Grace and discussed their new Attending positions at hospitals through the country.

She sunk into her own thoughts as the volume in the room increased when the latest shift of Seattle Grace employees flooded into the bar. It was strange because usually she was such a confident and composed person but the idea of having to return to Seattle Grace and see Callie Torres made her feel like an awkward teenager again.

When Dr. Hunt had first asked her to return to Seattle Grace to do a locum and replace Dr. Altman as the Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery her immediate response had been to flat out refuse. But there was something inside her that longed to see Callie again, she had been her first real love after all and Erica had never been able to completely get over her.

Apparently the recent death of her husband had inspired Dr. Altman to take a year off and work with Doctors Without Borders in the Middle East. So Erica jumped at the opportunity to gain some closure about what had happened between her and Callie. She had heard that Callie had recently married and had a child. Erica knew that she needed to see it for herself, rip off the Band-Aid that she had been plucking away at for so many years. Tonight was her first night back in Seattle so she decided to grab a drink at Joe's and check out the new recruits.

Erica drained her glass of scotch and felt the sweet liquid heat in her mouth and slide down her throat. She spun the glass in her hands, then slid it across the bar towards Joe. "Another scotch on the rocks please Joe." Joe nodded and poured her a generous glass of scotch and Erica stared at the glass waiting for the ice to melt enough to cut the bitterness of the liquor.

As she stared at the liquid she though of Peyton Anders, the Chief of Surgery at the last hospital she had worked at. They had been in a relationship for almost a year but Erica could not open herself up enough to hold onto the relationship. Peyton had always complained about her walls and her conservative nature. Erica knew on some level that it was true. There was only one time in her life that she had been able to let go and that was with Callie Torres. She had been more painfully honest and open with Callie than she had been with anyone else and when she lost Callie she could never find a way to trust someone like that again.

Now she maneuvered in her relationships the same way that she did in the operating room; precise and detached. As a result her relationships never lasted longer than a few months and the truth was she never wanted them to. She had learned the hard way that when you open your heart to someone else you lose a piece of yourself

Erica was deep in thought when she sensed someone sit down at the stool beside her at the bar. She turned as she felt their eyes on her.

" Hahn? What are you doing here?" Cristina Yang asked incredulously.

Erica groaned at the sound of Cristina's voice and in a monotone voice said, "I'm doing a locum at Seattle Grace."

Cristina became noticeable animated, "Are you taking Altman's place? She told me that she is going to travel with Doctors without Borders for the next few months?"

Erica continued staring straight ahead and motioned to Joe for another drink. She had never like Cristina, she came across like a needy child and had always been an attention seeker. It was strange because she was methodical and cold in the operating room but with Hahn she had always been comically animated.

"Didn't your husband tell you?" Hahn turned to face Yang and with obvious disgust said, "Do you still claim you're not sleeping your way to the top? First Marlow, then Benton and now the Chief of Surgery."

Cristina stood up and moved closer, "If that was true, given your predilection for woman, I would have screwed you. I am attracted to talented, brilliant and ambitious men, aren't most women? I don't need to sleep my way to the top and if you ever gave me a chance you would know that."

The vulgarity of Cristina's words made Erica recoil in shock. She took a long swig of liquor, looked Cristina up and down from head to toe, hovering on her breasts and the apex of her thighs and said,

"You're not even close to being my type Yang. I don't like needy women"

Cristina laughed and moved closer to Erica. Close enough that Erica could feel Cristina's breasts brush against her shoulders.

"I'm exactly your type."

With that Cristina walked away leaving every cell in Erica's body pulsing with desire.