DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own anything that even vaguely hints to Grey's Anatomy. Characters belong to Shonda Rhimes/ABC

AN 1: I wasn't going to post this just yet. In fact I was going to wait until I completed more of the story, but it appears I am incapable of waiting so...yeah here ya go. Happy reading! :)

Callie woke up to the sound of soft snoring beside her. The harsh lighting from the street lamp outside illuminated her surroundings. Sitting up she scrunched her face, blinking to ease away the remnants of sleep, she looked around the room. Where the hell am I? The snoring brought her attention back to the sleeping form beside her. Blonde hair was sprawled out against the dark pillow beside her. Who the hell is she? Slipping out of the bed she quickly sat up and instantly regretted it. The room was spinning and the nausea was nearly crippling her. Whoa Callie, what did you get into last night? The last thing she remembered was tequila…tequila and a blonde…a hot blonde. With another look at the blond lying next to her she racked her brain for the woman's' name. After a few minutes she gave up and stood up once again, albeit more slowly this time, then searched the room for her clothes finding every article of clothing except one. Where is my damn underwear? After a couple of minutes of fruitless searching Callie heard the blond moan and turn over, forgoing the missing article of clothing she quickly slipped out of the front door and into the cool night.

The crisp breeze caused goose bumps to rise on her bare arms and legs that her dress failed to cover as she took in the foreign neighborhood surrounding her. Shouldering her purse she walked down the sidewalk towards what she hoped was her apartment.

"This is the third time this week you've woken up in a strange place in bed with a stranger. You can't keep doing this Callie." She spoke out loud to herself, it's not like anyone else was around at this time of night.

Thank god! She thought as her apartment complex came into view.

Walking through her door she quickly shut and locked it behind her then slipped off her shoes and dropped her purse, then headed straight to the kitchen and filled a glass with water and quickly drank it. That should help with the hangover. Once she was satisfied with her quick fix she made a bee-line to her room and collapsed on her bed before promptly passing out.

Daylight came too early the next morning. The bright light of the sun pierced through her window just minutes before the loud screeching of an alarm filled the room. After groaning and hitting the 'snooze' button several times Callie jumped up realizing that she was about to be late and she got ready in record time pulling into the hospital parking lot just ten minutes later.

"Dr. Torres" A first year resident nervously walked up to Callie.

"Yes Dr. Chavez?" Callie replied clearly annoyed and unfortunately still a little hung over.

"Uhm the Chief wants to see you." The young resident spit out the sentence so fast it took Callie a second to comprehend what was said.

"The Chief wants to see me?" Callie asked confused. What would the chief want with her?

"Okay, thanks Chavez." Walking to the Chief's office she wracked her brain for a reason as to why the Chief would want to see her.

"Come in"

"You wanted to see me Chief Sullivan?" Callie sat down in front of the chief and eyed the woman before her. Auburn hair sat in loose ringlets just past the Chief's shoulders, black rimmed glasses sat on the edge of her nose, and she looked like a librarian. A really hot librarian. Callie tried to keep the images of said woman in a sexy librarian outfit scolding her out of her mind but soon found that her efforts were futile. Clenching her legs together in effort to put off the throbbing between her thighs, she shook her heading trying to clear the visions from her mind. Looking up Callie noticed that the woman from her thoughts was in fact talking to her.

"…which is why I believe you should take a leave of absence, at least for a few-."

"Wait what?" Callie's lusty thoughts quickly dissolved as her bosses' words sunk in.

"Have you even been listening ?" Dr. Sullivan sighed her annoyance obvious and took off her glasses then squeezed the bridge of her nose.

"You want me to take a leave of absence…is that like a polite way of saying suspension or something?"

"Dr. Torres, you're behavior these last two months have been erratic. You have come in, more than once, hung over, your attitude with your coworkers has been atrocious and quite frankly you look terrible." replied bluntly as she watched the Latina in front of her. "Look, I've heard the rumors…and I have tried to be lenient with you but honestly I'm at a loss here if you don't change your ways I will be force to f-" The Chief was cut off by the fiery Latina.

"You know what I quit."

"Now Dr. Torres, let's not be rash you still have..."

"No really. I quit." Standing up the brunette stormed out of the room and ran to the first vacant on-call room she could find. Plopping down on the closest bed she squeezed her eyes shut as warm tears flowed out of her eyes and down her cheeks, wondering if she just made a huge mistake. God, when did things get so bad?

(2 Months Earlier)

After convincing another doctor to cover her overnight shift in the ER, Callie headed out of the hospital and towards the shopping center to complete her plan. Tonight is the night, the night for the rest of Callie's life to begin, with her. After picking up the fixings for her specialty dish she headed to the florist.

Once she got everything needed for the evening she entered her apartment and began setting up the perfect environment for the evening. After showering and changing into her favorite dress, she fixed up her hair and face then she walked back into the dining room and got to work putting the finishing touches on her plan.

She covered the dining room table in a white cloth, red rose petals strewn around the table top and two candles flickered in the dim lighting. Light music played in the background and tantalizing smells from the kitchen peppered the air of the apartment. Callie looked over her accomplishment with pride, everything was perfect, and everything was in place, everything except…

Running into her bedroom she opened her dresser drawer that contained her underwear and reached into the far back. Grasping the small box she pulled it forward triumphantly and opened it. Even in the darkness the diamonds sparkled beautifully. Today was the day. The day she's waited for, approximately four months, since she purchased the ring. Waiting painfully and patiently for the right moment to pop the question, and now it was right, today was the day.

Once the timer for the oven went off Callie put the food on plates and placed them on the table then checked the clock. She should be home in five minutes, she was never late. And like clockwork five minutes later the front door opened and in she walked. Only she wasn't alone and she wasn't exactly walking. She more like stumbled in, in a tangle of arms and legs, with her lips attached to someone else's.

Callie was too shocked to move, to speak, she could barely breathe. The scene unfolding in front of her broke her. How could this be happening, how could the person whom she believed to be the love of her life betray her, how could this happen…again?

"Erica…?" Callie's voice sounded just above a whisper to her own ears.

"Cal…Wh-what are you doing here?" Erica furrowed her brow and her face scrunched in confusion.

"I live here. What the hell are you doing?" Callie was now no longer shocked, now she was pissed.

"I'll just be going now." The woman who previously had her tongue shoved down Erica's throat at least had the decency to blush as she straightened her clothes and turned to leave. Callie finally got a glimpse of the stranger before her only to realize she wasn't a stranger at all.

"Emily?"

Callie turned back to Erica and glared at her. "An Ortho scrub nurse? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"You-you were supposed to be at the hospital. I-"Erica stammered but soon realized that she really didn't have a valid excuse.

"You can leave now." Callie's words spewed like venom and Emily recoiled like she had been slapped. In the situation however, Callie couldn't bring herself to feel sorry for the woman.

Emily quickly went out the door and closed it behind her leaving a very tense atmosphere in the apartment.

As if she was now noticing her surroundings for the first time Erica stepped towards Callie only to have her step back almost in sync. "Callie this is…this is beautiful."

"It was for you. I was going to…but now…I don't…I…how could you Erica?" Callie angrily wiped the tears from her eyes. "A year and a half. Did that mean nothing to you?" Callie felt her world falling apart, again. The scene that played out just minutes ago seemed to be on rerun through her mind on a never ending loop. "How long?"

When Erica remained silent Callie turned her gaze into the blondes light blue eyes. Eyes that used to remind her of the morning sky on a clear day, but now only reflected the cold ice that seemed to fill the hole in the blonde's chest where her heart should have been placed.

"Erica…please just tell me." The way her voice came out in a pleading way angered Callie but there wasn't much she could do at this point.

"Two…three months tops. But I swear Cal it was just sex it didn't mean anything." Erica stepped forward again and again until she had Callie pushed up against the couch.

"Just sex." Callie numbly repeated.

"Just sex" Erica nodded as she gently wiped away Callie's tears with her thumb.

"It just-" Whatever Callie was going to say was cut off, erased from her mind as the blonde crashed her lips onto hers.

Callie tried to pull away, really she did, but the blonde overpowered her, physically and emotionally. Erica's touch was so familiar so inviting and soon Callie found her hands at the hem of the blonde's shirt, she tugged it up and over the blondes head harshly.

Hours later Callie found herself staring up at the celling. As she watched her fan go round and round she replayed the last few hours. How had things gone from nearly perfect to a complete disaster in such little time? Was she really that naïve to not know that her girlfriend was cheating on her for three months…with one of HER scrub nurses? Emotions surged through her; anger, humiliation, and sadness. Each hurting as much as the one before and each leaving a lasting mark on her heart.

A noise bubbled out of the sleeping blonde beside her, and looking over Callie's eyes traced over each feature of the blondes face. A smile graced the lips of the blonde while she slept and Callie hated the fact that she found it beautiful. She hated the fact that she was in bed with the blonde, and she hated the fact that what she just did, the angry sex, the clashing of lips, and tongues and teeth, the clawing at skin and ripping of clothes, she hated the fact that she didn't hate having sex with her girl…ex-girlfriend. She hated that after everything, she still loved the blonde. And it was then that she knew she had to do something. Anything. Because if she stayed just lying in bed, if she waited for Erica to wake up it would be all too easy for the blonde to convince her everything was fine, when clearly things were anything but fine.

Slipping off the bed she quietly got dressed and grabbed a bag and filled it, making sure to grab all of her most valued possessions because she would NOT be back for any reason.

Walking out of the room she was suddenly reminded of the reason she set up the romantic evening in the first place. The candles long ago lost their flame, the now cold food, and the forgotten ring on the table.

She snatched her iPhone from the speaker system and walked towards the door but the ring glistening off the moonlight from outside a nearby window caught her attention and she stopped as doubts filled her mind. Was she overreacting? Should she give Erica another chance? Could they move past this? Just as she felt her resolve crumbling she remembered the image of Erica's tongue down another woman's throat, remembered the sound of the moans coming from the women, remembered the sight of Erica's hands on another woman. And it was then she knew that she couldn't stay.

Walking over to the table she grabbed the ring and headed towards the kitchen counter. Grabbing a piece of paper and a pen she wrote out a note.

Last night was supposed to be the start of something new.

And in a way I guess it will be. Only it will be the start of my something new.

My life without you.

I thought this would be different, that we would be different. But you're just the same. You all are just the same. So for once I am doing the leaving.

-Callie

PS: Keep the ring. I won't be needing it.

After finishing the note she grabbed her bag and left the apartment without a single look back.

(Present Day)

After the tears subsided Callie stood up and walked out of the on call room in a daze like state. Headed towards the attendings lounge and gathered her things in her locker, then went to the elevator. Once the elevator arrived Callie stepped in to the empty cart and let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Just as the doors were closing an arm stopped the doors and in stepped Dr. Chavez.

"Hey Dr. Torres, what did the Chief want?" Dr. Chavez asked then shifted his eyesight to the chart in his hands. Normally he stayed out of ' life but by the look in her eyes he could tell there was definitely something up.

"I quit"

"That's great…wait wh-"The doors opened and Callie stepped out of the elevator, leaving a dumfounded behind. She walked across the lobby and through the main doors of Miami General for the very last time.

"Would you like another?" The bartender smiled fondly at Callie. He was cute, with his tan skin, Hispanic accent, and firm body. But Callie wasn't interested, not tonight. Tonight she just planned on drinking alone and then going home alone.

"No thanks." After placing a few bills on the bar top she headed back to her apartment. It was small and had little to no personal aspects to it. She basically used it as a place to go to after she slipped out of some stranger's bed in the middle of the night. She never spent the night that would require waking up in the morning, in the daylight, and its then in the light of day that everything came crashing down. The reality of her life. Sleeping with strangers wanting to feel something, but not wanting to get attached. She knew her logic didn't make sense but it's all she had, and now it's literally all she had. Now on top of all that she's jobless. Well my life sucks, can it get any worse?

She was pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of her phone ringing. Uhm that was just a rhetorical question.

Walking through the threshold of her apartment she answered the phone without looking at the caller ID. "Hello?"

"Torres!" Callie couldn't help but smile at the voice of her longtime friend.

"Mark, how are you?" She knew her voice came out less than enthusiastic but that was just her default tone these days.

"Callie, I'm great. In fact I have a great job, and a great girl and-"

"Well rub it in why don't you?" Callie sneered as she rolled her eyes. Mark knew of the things she'd been through he even offered to come to Miami for a few days but she politely refused saying she was fine, what a lie that was.

"Oh right, sorry Cal. I didn't mean it to come off like that. How are you?" The sincerity in Marks voice was practically palpable through the phone.

"I'm…I'm not so good. I quit my job today. It's a long story. So now I have no job and no girl friend."

"So what's keeping you there? I know you don't talk with your family. And as far as I know you don't have any other ties."

Callie's heart clenched at the mention of her estranged family. She hadn't spoken to them in two years, not since she officially came out to them. It still hurt, but she's learned to live with it.

"No, I don't have anything keeping me here. But I don't exactly have anywhere else to go so…"

"Come here."

"What? Mark no I couldn't I-"

"Yes! You are coming here to Seattle. I have a plan!" Mark's voice got impossibly high as his excitement grew and Callie couldn't help but laugh at her friend.

AN 2: So...did you like it? Hate it? Have no opinion at all?