Hey guys...I know Ive got another story on-going right now. Well, it's been on-going for a loooong time now! But I've had this idea for a new story floating around my head for a while. The inspiration came from my international bestmate and a woman she met on a site and well...Im just gona leave it there for now. This is based on semi-true events. Ive exaggerated stuff and moulding things to fit what's going on in my head. But, Jennikins and Amy, this goes out to you. You guys are awesome!

This is my first attempt at a story that has nothing to do with my previous musings. Let me know what you guys think...should I continue?

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Chapter 1

As the everlasting rain fell from the skies above, Callie jogged through the empty streets of town, grumbling under her breath. It wasn't the rain that had her scowling. Well actually, that wasn't really doing her mood any favours either. She was already soaked to the bone but she was more concerned about the expensive equipment in her shoulder bag.

Callie Torres was a photographer for a popular magazine, Scoop of the week. She worked around the clock, 7 days a week. If they rang, she went running. Hence the midnight jog through the streets of Seattle.

She'd just settled herself in bed when a call from her boss, Richard Webber came through. Apparently the A list actress, Meredith Grey had been spotted getting hot and heavy with some guy in a club.

Some guy that was NOT her fiancé, Derek Sheppard - another A list celebrity.

The young actress was big news these days. Callie had taken many shots of her during the Actresses stay in Seattle where she was shooting scenes for her next movie. She was one of these actresses that was everywhere these days. She was in all the biggest blockbusters and she'd even tried her luck with a music career.

To Callie though she was just a payslip. The Latina couldn't give a flying banana what the current so called 'sexiest woman in the world' did or more to the point, who she did. As long as she could get a few snaps of the actresses latest shenanigans and they we're good enough to earn her a few extra dollars, she really couldn't care less.

Some might say this job sounded amazing. Being paid to follow these famous people around. Earning money for being sneaky, being nosey and conniving. Witnessing their celebrity crushes partying in the flesh. There were millions of people out there who would give their right arm for the privilege of having this type of job.

Callie used to be one of them.

She used to be a young, ambitious photographer. A woman who loved her work as much as she loved hearing the useless, but riveting gossip surrounding her favourite A list celebrities. Especially one's that were as hot as Meredith Grey.

Yet, over the years, her hopes and dreams had wilted away.

It started when she'd just turned 20. She'd been living with her family in Miami. She was happy….kind of. She was just establishing herself in her career, working on the day trip boats around the Miami coastline. Taking pictures of holiday goers enjoying their time on the vessels wasn't exactly a job she wanted to do for her whole life, but it was a start. Something for the résumé.

There was another side to Callie that not a lot of people knew about. She was very much in love with her laptop. Like….I now pronounce you wife and laptop kind of in love. Where ever Callie was, you could bet your bottom dollar her trusty laptop wasn't far away. That in itself wasn't the secret. It's what Callie did on the laptop that she kept to herself.

It started when she was 15. She was one of the biggest TV nerds you could ever meet. She loved it all….Friends, Superman, E.R, X Files, Xena, 24, CSI, but her favourite of the lot was Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Sarah Michelle Gellar kicking vampire ass….damn right she was interested!

After joining a fan group online, she became hooked on all things Buffy. She joined chat rooms, made friends, swapped stories. She even got into reading fan fiction. It suddenly became her life. After finishing school she'd rush home and lock herself in her room. She couldn't get online fast enough.

Looking back she didn't really have many 'real' friends, but it never bothered her. These people she spoke to online….they we're real. Sure they we're behind a computer screen, but they we're still real people. Unfortunately they we're just in another part of the world. It sucked to be honest.

When she reached 18, she went off to college and found she didn't have as much time to keep up her old routine. She studied hard and after a couple of years she got her degree in photography. She hadn't long started her job when she returned to the fan site she used to be so obsessed with.

So many people, like herself had come and gone but there were also so many new faces….or should that be usernames?

One name in particular.

It happened so quickly. She started talking to one of the newer members and she found herself sharing so many interests with the older woman. Her name was Erica Hahn. She was the owner of a convenience store in Seattle. She had a good 18 years on Callie but they just seemed to click from the day they met….met online that is.

As the days wore on, Callie got to know a lot more about Erica. She learned the blonde woman had been married to a man for 20 years and had had 2 kids. She'd been divorced almost 6 months by that point and she'd admitted to never feeling more free in her entire life. It wasn't until after a week of their late night chats that Erica confessed to Callie that she thought she was a lesbian.

Callie herself had been honest from the start. She'd known she was gay from the age of at least 10. Unfortunately her family we're very conservative and very religious. She knew there wouldn't be even the slightest of possibilities that they would accept her for who she was. To them it was a sin. Being in love with someone of the same sex was a sin. At least, that's the way they would see it.

So, instead of being proud of who she was, she kept it all bottled up inside. She went along with the charade of 'Oh I'm too busy for boys, I'm thinking of my career right now…'

Her father for one had no problem that his little girl wasn't off sleeping with every Tom Dick and Harry. Unlike her sister, Aria…

So the only people that knew the real Callie were those she spoke to online. The people she had never even met.

But there was something about Erica. She couldn't deny the woman was attractive, especially for being an older lady. There was also something so….nurturing about her. Sure, she was a mother of 2, her kind words came from years of practice. She had been so understanding of Callie's situation, she listened intently and gave advice.

Then, completely out of the blue, after conversing for less than 2 months, Erica dropped a bombshell. She asked Callie to come and live with her.

To start with the Latina thought it was crazy. She had a life in Miami….sort of. She had her family….a job…

How could she just drop it all and move across the country for a woman she'd known barely 2 months? The situation intrigued her though. She felt that this was something she had to do. She wanted to break free from her so called life in Miami and spread her wings. She wanted to be with someone. She wanted to feel what it was like to be in a relationship. To experience something she'd never been able to while under the watchful eye's of her parents.

Her head told her this was ridiculous, she should be rational and understand that this was far too soon. But when her fingers met the keyboard, her reply to Erica had simply been….OK.

Telling Erica was one thing, but telling her parents had been a completely different experience all together.

While Erica had been positively giddy at the prospect of the young Latina coming to live with her, her parents had been broken hearted. They understood their little girl was growing up…that she needed to learn to stand on her own to feet. But this….

Moving herself across the country to live with a woman she'd been speaking to online. To them it was preposterous. As parents often do, they worried she wasn't thinking clearly. This woman who would be her 'room mate'…. Who was to say she wasn't some sort of serial killer? How did Callie know for sure that this woman really was who she said she was?

Callie of course couldn't give them the answers they so desperately wanted to hear, but she'd made it clear to them that this was something she needed to do.

With heavy hearts, her parents had waved her off a short 2 weeks later.

Meeting Erica for the first time had been….exciting. Their relationship developed slowly. Though Erica had been married to a man for 20 years, it was a first time experience with a woman for both of them.

They kept their growing relationship a secret from everyone. No one knew of Erica's change in orientation and she was an older woman….she'd lived a life, with a man. This kind of confession would completely floor her family and friends and that was something she wasn't emotionally ready to face.

So that's how it started. Their love for one another was hidden from the rest of the world, but it was something that they were comfortable with. The first 2 years we're great. Their relationship was still fresh….still exciting.

It was the years that followed that saw everything start to go down hill. They began to argue…over the littlest of things. Erica started becoming controlling of everything Callie did. She became jealous of anyone Callie spoke to whenever they were out with friends. That's the kind of social occurrence that started happening less and less. It wasn't long before all they did was go out to work and return home.

This routine seemed to work well for Erica, but it was a different story for Callie. The Latina was in her early 20's. She wanted to be out, partying, enjoying life with her friends, but after seeing how depressed it made Erica, she squashed her own needs and catered to her girlfriends.

She loved Erica, with all her heart and she knew Erica loved her and this is why she continued to live this way.

The problem was, this wasn't the life she'd dreamed of living. After packing up and moving away from her family….a family that meant so much to her, she'd hoped to no longer have to live a lie. But she couldn't have been any further from that dream. They'd discussed their future together….what they both wanted out of it. For Erica it was very much she'd lived the best years of her life….she'd been married, had kids, and was comfortable in her routine.

But Callie…

She was still young. She had her whole life ahead of her. She wanted to experience real commitment. She wanted kids of her own. Not necessarily now but sometime in the future, when they were more settled. She'd seen in Erica's face the moment she'd brought it up one day….more kids was not something Erica had wanted to pursue again.

Like a lot of things, Callie had squashed her own feelings and just played along with what Erica wanted. She hoped, sometime in the future the blonde would reconsider.

The years went by, the relationship they shared became more like a friendship. They still lived under the same roof, they shared meals together. Financially they paid for everything equally. It still looked like a marriage….a still very secret marriage.

The thing was….that's where it ended. Emotionally things just weren't right, at least, not on Callie's part. She felt suffocated. Over the years, Erica had drawn more and more into herself. It was almost like she'd lost all confidence in herself. If they were out together, which in itself was a rarity, Callie would find Erica comparing herself to other women. 'You'd prefer it if I looked like her wouldn't you?' is what she'd often jab to Callie any chance she got. It was that type of comment that would really hurt the Latina. She never gave any indication to Erica that she was interested in anyone else, because the truth was….she wasn't interested at all. She was in love with Erica, she just wished the blonde would believe her.

As their daily routine went on, always the same, Callie found herself coming in from work and powering up her laptop in the sitting room, while Erica would be engrossed in some reality TV show.

While browsing sites one night, she stumbled upon a new Police drama starting on a Thursday night. The excited little TV nerd inside of her was intrigued. Even more so when she saw images of one of the main characters. From the moment she saw Jessica Capshaw running into on coming traffic, in pursuit of a felon in the trailer, she was taken…hook, line and sinker.

This is how her obsession came back to life. She continued with her real life routine, going to work whenever she was needed, coming home and powering up the laptop. She didn't hide what she was doing from Erica, she'd done that for years with her parents. The blonde didn't seem at all fazed by the Latina's obsession with the new cop drama. It kept her happy and that's all she ever wanted for her girlfriend.

Her still, secret girlfriend.

As years before, Callie joined a fan site. She got to know other fans of the show and more importantly the fans of the power couple on the show. Jessica Capshaw and Sara Ramirez…..or Jessara as their fan base called them. She spent countless hours on the Jessara fan board. Reading peoples fan fictions, hanging out in the chat room. She went back into her own little shell and for the first time in a long time, she was happy again.

It was on the Jessara board that she met her international best friend, Addison Montgomery. The redhead was a woman that Callie had built an instant friendship with. Callie had been a fan of Addison's work on the board. All the fan fiction and music videos she'd made, Callie had loved every single one of them.

Unfortunately, as it always seemed to go, Addison lived so far away….in England to be precise. There was never any prospect of a relationship sparking up between the 2 and that wasn't just because Addison was straight. Admittedly, the British woman was hot, there was no denying it. From the moment they shared their first joke, their friendship was basically set in stone. It was a friendship that Callie appreciated more than she could ever explain. It almost helped her plod on through her relationship with Erica.

It was over 3 years ago now that Callie had began speaking with the British woman. 3 years since Addison had told her she had to break off the relationship she had with Erica. It was easier said than done though.

Callie hated hurting people. Like…really hated it. She'd much prefer to keep her mouth shut and allow herself to be hurt than to inflict that hurt on someone else. Especially Erica, whom she loved.

By this stage in their relationship however, Callie knew in herself that she was no longer in love with Erica. It pained her so much to admit that but she couldn't deny it any longer. She loved her so much. For the last 7 years she really had loved Erica every single day. But sometimes love just isn't enough.

So this is where Callie was right now. She was doing a job that didn't excite her as it should and she was in a relationship that had lost its spark. She wasn't living, just was merely just existing.

As she drew closer to the club where Meredith seemingly was, her mind drifted back to the argument she had had with Erica only a couple of hours earlier. It had been yet again a petty little disagreement about Callie wanting to meet her friends after work one night next week for a game of baseball. Erica had completely gone overboard with her innuendos of the Latina wanting to spend more time with her friends then with her own girlfriend.

Callie had tried to explain to her that she was being ridiculous. It was only 1 night, the blonde could come with her if she really wanted. That had led Erica into believing Callie thought she had no friends of her own. She felt pressured into inviting the girlfriend to tag along so she wasn't left at home alone. What ever way she looked at it, Callie knew she wasn't going to win this argument.

Just like all the others.

Erica had gone off to bed, slamming the door shut behind her. That hadn't phased the Latina at all. She'd been sleeping in the spare room on and off for the last 6 months. In all honesty she preferred sleeping alone. She didn't feel comfortable in the master bed these days. I mean, its hard sleeping next to someone who you were once in love with….who you once made love to. But to sleep next to them now, when your feelings just aren't there anymore….it was awkward.

She just couldn't bring herself to say the words….it's over.

The sound of music over the street brought Callie out of her thoughts. She looked up to the nightclub 'Blue Reef'. The night club Meredith was…

'Crap…' Callie cursed, recognising the bent over figure being escorted to an awaiting car. 'Crap, crap…' Her footsteps picked up the pace as wet hands fumbled with the zip to her camera bag.

She was too late though. The actress was helped into the back of a limo, the door being shut firmly behind her. Her hands dropping and shoulders slumping, Callie watched as the limo drove past her. If she had balls, Richard Webber would have them in a fist clench tomorrow.

Turning around she headed back home, this time though she took her time.

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(I promise a bit of blue eyed, dimpled cheeked time soon...maybe...)