DISCLAIMER: Don't own anyone from Grey's though I wish that could be argued.

NOTES: This is dedicated to my person, my Callie, for inspiring me to write this and for introducing me to the sexy almost dirty hot concept that is Callex!


The misty raindrops caught in her eyelashes and she didn't bother to bat them away, they hid her tears well and she didn't want to be that girl, the girl sitting outside of Seattle Grace sobbing on one of the benches. The girl everyone whispered about and tried not to mutter "I told you so" to.

She knew it, she knew it all along but kept telling herself she was merely insecure, that she was wrong, she was over reacting...that it wasn't so and that he'd love her until the ends of time and they'd die in each other's arms.

She watched them squirm and twitch and melt under her stare, she knew they were keeping a secret, but she didn't expect it to be so painful, like a knife through her heart. Blonde, stacked, supermodel...his words stung her, the venom deep within her veins, her insecurity rising tenfold now that she knew the truth. Knew that when he had gone drinking, he had also released his issues in a way she was utterly disgusted by, betrayed by. He slept with his best friend and the look in his eyes as he finally confessed his deed showed no regret, no remorse.

He was leaving the hospital when he saw her on the bench in the rain. He rubbed his shaven hair before pulling his hood up over his eyes. He wasn't sure what to say; sure, they had talked before but nothing this huge. He found out rather quickly, as gossip spread like a wildfire through the halls of Seattle Grace. He looked at his shoes and sniffled a bit, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. He couldn't stand to see her there, alone in the darkness, the rain collecting in small pools by her feet. He gathered his thoughts for a moment and made his way over; he sat on the bench next to her and said nothing.

"You going to say I told you so?" Callie Torres groaned.

"Nah," he simply said. He didn't want to tell her that deep inside, he hurt too. Izzie Stevens was the girl who gave him a chance and he ruined it by not keeping his dick in his pants and going after Olivia Harper. He was always too embarrassed to admit his true feelings for her, he didn't want to look weak, look whipped, but he did feel deeply for Izzie. But Izzie turned him down, pushed him away and found her solace in George O'Malley instead. How it stung to know that she pushed away from his kiss, only to swallow up George's and taste his tongue against hers. It made him sick to his stomach, but instead he said nothing, he bottled hit up, he held it in as his hands slipped into the pocket of his sweatshirt. "You gonna sit out in the rain all night?"

"Maybe," Callie shrugged.

"Sounds like a stupid idea to me," Alex said.

"Thanks, I happen to like my stupid idea," Callie sulked.

"Dude, come on. Let's go get some coffee or something, ANYTHING. You can't sit in the fucking rain all night."

"What do you care, Karev? Honestly. What happens to me has no effect on you, so why are you even sitting next to me?"

"Because I can. Because I want to. Because you're too hot to sit out here looking like a wet rat."

"Oh I see, take advantage of my emotional state, that part of your plan? Let's get her drunk and take advantage."

"Fuck! You figured out my whole plan, shit...now I'll never get laid," Alex smirked. "You shitting me? I said coffee, unless you want to spike yours, whatever. I'm down. Hey, despite the fact that I may be the world's biggest asshole, I can be nice...if you're lucky."

"I'm supposed to feel lucky that you're sitting here with me?"

"Something like that..." Alex said. "Now I'm going to stand up, you either come with me, or you stay here all night and get sick, either way you're stuck with me."

Callie sighed and Alex extended his hand to help her up. Callie thought for a moment and then decided she had nothing to lose. She looked up at him and after a moment she extended her arm and their hands met for a moment as he pulled her up. Her hand was freezing in his, which had been warmed by his sweatshirt pocket and for a moment she didn't want to let go. Finally she forced herself to and Alex motioned for her to follow.

"Come on, I'll buy you a latte," he said.

The neighborhood Starbucks was warm but dimly lit. Callie wrung out her jet black hair just before they entered and absorbed the yuppie atmosphere.

"What do you want?" Alex asked.

Callie thought for a moment and then answered, "Venti Chai Latte," she answered. "You know I can pay for myself…"

"Wow, shit. 2.25, that's really breaking my bank Torres. Don't get your rich girl complex going on me. I got this."

"Thanks," she said. Alex pushed his way through the line and stood with his hands shoved in his pockets until they took his order. He made his way over to Callie after he mumbled off their wants and sat across from her at the small table.

"You uh, catch the Wizards game on Friday?"

Callie just raised an eyebrow at him.

"Whatever, fine you want to talk about O'Malley, we'll talk about O'Malley."

"There's nothing TO talk about," Callie said.

"Right so did you catch the Wizards game?"

"No, I'm not big on basketball," Callie answered.

"Me either," Alex shrugged. "But Jamison was off the hook…37 points! The Nets got it in the end though, 120 to 114. Good game…Jamison got the three pointer that put them into overtime."

"The Nets still have Jason Kidd?" Callie asked.

"Yeah," Alex laughed, "He claimed his wife was abusive. Like dude, you're a fucking pro basketball player, and you're getting your ass beat by a girl? Wow, that's some funny shit."

"Are you saying a guy can't get his ass kicked by a girl?"

"Ooo. Are you threatening me? It's kinda hot," Alex smirked.

"Shut up, Karev," Callie laughed.

"Ah! Sweet, that's what I was going for," Alex smirked.

"What?" Callie asked.

"Wanted to get you to laugh or something, you look fucking miserable," he said as the Barista called his name and he went to grab their drinks.

"You're an odd man, Karev."

"Hey, I could say the same about you, TORRES," he said. "Minus the man part. You could still be sitting in the rain, so…you know."

"I appreciate it," she nodded.

"Right, sweet. Can I get some consensual sex then?"

"You are such an ass," Callie laughed.

"I try," Alex said as he took a swig of his coffee. "Hey, we all have needs though."

"I feel sorry for all of them women forced to have you looking at their nether regions," Callie smiled.

"No one's complaining."

"I…I don't know what to do about this," Callie sighed.

"You get an annulment and you say goodbye. Sure, it's going to fucking sting, and it's going to hurt like a bitch but at least it happened NOW and not five years from now when you're perfectly settled into your white picket fence bullshit lifestyle. Better now than later."

"Yeah," was all Callie could say.

"Izzie just wanted what she couldn't have, she had so many fucking opportunities before you came along to hook up with George and then when she couldn't have him she made her move, that's some low down and dirty shit right there. He's a fucking moron for screwing up something good with some drop dead gorgeous chick for some semi incestuous fuck-fest with Izzie of all people."

"Drop dead gorgeous?"

"Yeah, as in you."

In a half hour Alex has already made her feel more beautiful then George O'Malley ever did, and she was trying not to take it to the head or over think it.

"Seriously," Alex said. "I never got what you saw in him anyways. To each their own or some shit…"

"Yeah, to each their own," Callie sighed.