Set during Freedom. Callie/Erica-ish.

"Alright, so then inflate it more,"

"Yes, Doctor Hahn,"

The room was filled to capacity with doctors and construction workers, trying to save a man- who was trapped in cement-'s life. Next to Doctor Torres a worker pulled a rather large chunk of concrete from Andrew's waist, hauling off to dispose of it.

"Every time the loosen a piece of concrete this leg swells even more. His pressure is eighteen," Callie said, a bit frantically.

"Does he have a pulse with that?" Doctor Hahn reached over to grab something, her face mere inches from Callie's.

"You never though about reaching across the OR table and pulling down her mask, and ripping off her scrub caps so you can grab a handful of that blonde hair,"

Callie looked at her, Erica's eyes looking right back, and came close to dropping what was currently in her hands and grabbing a handful of that blonde hair.

No.

She needed to stop thinking like that- stop thinking of Erica Hahn. There's a patient who could die, and she can't be thinking about Erica Hahn.

But Erica Hahn is right in front of her. Her body is so close to hers that Callie can almost feel her body heat radiating off of it. Erica Hahn hasn't been this close to her since she kissed her on the elevator. Callie can't think about that, either, because there's a patient who could die. Thinking about Erica Hahn's lips is something she's not allowed to do while there's a patient in critical conditions.

But Erica Hahn's lips, too, are right in front of her. And so is a patient trapped in cement, with a rapidly swelling leg. It's hard to think about a rapidly swelling leg with Erica Hahn right in front of you. Callie's not allowed to think about Erica Hahn, though, because of said rapidly swelling leg.

But she's still thinking about Erica Hahn- who's still right in front of her. And her blonde hair. And her lips. And her finger.

Why is she thinking about Erica Hahn's finger? Callie definitely shouldn't be thinking about Erica Hahn's finger, especially with a cement-clad patient laying right beneath her. It was wrong. Inappropriate.

But she's still thinking about Erica Hahn. Who is reaching over her to grab something, and is close enough to Callie so that she can feel her body heat. The patient's leg is still swelling.

"I always did enjoy a good game of twister,"

Callie rolled her eyes, removing her gaze from Erica Hahn to the patient and his swelling leg.