AUTHOR'S NOTE: the only thing I request of my readers is a high-maturity rate. while the first few chapters will just be harmless fluff, later chapters may become more intense sexually. if that's not your scene, then this story is not for you. my first fic, so reviews would be appreciated, but I am so not going to beg for them.
DISCLAIMER: don't own Grey's. belongs to abc studios and shonda sigh
I am brilliant. I save lives. Why in the hell should I have to play babysitter to Burke's ex-pet? Erica Hahn steamed to herself as she dug through her purse in a (so far) fruitless search for her keys.
This whole day had just been a blur of activity and to say she was just ready to go home would be an understatement. First that lovesick teenager had been dragged in, trapped in the proof of his love. And he had been one problem after another. The bladder, the toxins going to his heart, the burns on his skin, the…well, the cement in general.
Not that she didn't enjoy a good surgery, the thrill and excitement of knowing you held someone's very existence in your hands… but why today? She had already been thrown off by the obvious tension Callie was feeling around her. And her "really big trauma" speech pretty much made everyone else aware of it too. She could of used an easy day today.
And then Yang had to go and steal her spotlight! She didn't care that Yang swept in at the last minute and took out the clot that had formed in his right pulmonary artery. But to add insult to injury Richard then proceeded to tell her she wasn't a good teacher?!
What a day… Erica paused to rub her temples soothingly and then returned to her search with a renewed vigor. She had to get away from this hospital… now!
"Hey… I wanted to see if you wanted to grab a drink…"
Callie's voice cut through Erica's thoughts. She hadn't even heard her approach. Now this was just the icing on the cake that was her day. Was she being punished for something? The last thing she needed was an awkward night at Joe's. Although getting plastered might help her forget her problems. Maybe…
"I can't find my keys…" Oh that was brilliant Erica! Of all statements, pick the one that stays true to your hair color!
"Maybe we could, um, I had something I wanted to talk to you about." At least Callie didn't seem to think twice about her retarded comment about her keys, but she did seem nervous. Nervous? That was so not Callie. She was all sexily confident, usually, almost cocky… though she wore her confidence in a much more subtle and far less annoying way than Sloan.
"I had the damn keys this morning. I put them in this bag, but I can't remember. This whole thing with Yang has me so messed up!" Go ahead Erica. Just dig yourself into a deeper hole. Keep talking about your keys… go right ahead. You're really going to score points that way.
"Erica…" Her tone wasn't harsh, but it was abrupt. It demanded her attention. Despite wanting to avoid drama for the rest of the night, or rather… morning now, her gaze snapped up without hesitation. Callie is her best friend after all, if nothing else, and she shouldn't ever be ignored. Especially not for keys.
"What?" Again not the most brilliant thing to say, but she'd excuse that one.
"I'm saying something here."
Erica stopped. She saw a flash of uncertainty at war with the shaky confidence in her best friend's eyes. What did Callie have to tell her? Her curiosity and concern kept her attention on Callie and her mouth shut, which was probably a good thing.
"Just…I wanted to say…" Callie's eyes read hers for something, searching for a reason to not say what she was about to. Erica just remained curious and concerned. But then Callie's eyes flashed somewhere Erica was not expecting… to her mouth.
"I just wanted to say…"
Well, it was safe to say Callie didn't say what she wanted to say, because Erica had barely blinked before her face was in her best friend's hands and their lips were crashing together.
It took Erica a second to realize the ball was in her court. She was being pulled under and she could either sink or swim. And for a long painstaking moment, it seemed as if she might really let this opportunity pass her by.
Finally…thankfully… her brain woke up and her hand found its way to Callie's cheek, lightly drawing her in closer and she reciprocated her friend's affection.
Callie pulled away at this contact, almost reluctantly, giving Erica one last chance at an out. But Erica just smiled, bringing the same reaction out of Callie and they found their way together again, this time with no intention of breaking the contact.
Finally, air became necessary and Erica was forced to pull back to draw a breath. Callie just smirked at her, seemingly smug at the effect her kissing was having on the heart surgeon.
"Joe's?" Erica raised her eyebrows. A bar wasn't usually the destination after kissing like that, but she was too nervous to suggest going anywhere more private than that.
Callie just smirked more and shook her head, her eyes slowly burning with this new desire to explore this twist in their story. She held out her hand to Erica, and the cardiothoracic surgeon didn't hesitate to grab it. She would follow wherever Callie planned to lead tonight.
And lead Callie did.