Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. They're awesome though!
As series 9 approaches I wanted to go back to how good they were from the start and remind us all of the beginning, whatever happens – we'll always have a dirty bar bathroom and this is my take on it.
I have been here for a month and I still haven't mustered up the guts to speak to her. I know her name; everyone knows her name. Calliope Torres, ortho-God; the epitome of beauty. A Hispanic wonder and woman of my dreams.
The woman is sex on legs. Her voice, her hair, those dark eyes and that body. She is a curvaceous woman and every curve is inviting; shapely and womanly. She is an ethereal beauty. I would give anything to take her out to dinner, to maybe kiss her, date her and make love to her. First step is to talk to her, Robbins.
I feel like her stalker. I am enthralled by her presence and each time I see or hear her, my heart skips a beat. I find myself hiding out of her sight. I cannot bring myself to speak to her. The reason I can't speak to her is because everyone at this hospital talks, they talk a lot and I know things about her. Things that give me hope.
I have never known a hospital for such gossip and they love to gossip about Callie. So I know the fact that she married an intern who then cheated on her, that she and McSteamy were much more than friends practically everywhere in this hospital and that she had a lesbian affair with Erica Hahn.
It is the last of those facts that stops me from talking to Callie. I might just might have a chance with her. And I know, I just know that if I do speak to her I will babble. She is beautiful and I am hot but I babble. There are women lining up for me. At least there are in my head. Well there are, but the only woman I am remotely interested in is Callie.
I need to talk to her. If I talk to her and maybe ask her out then I'll know for sure. She'll say yes or she'll say no but then I will know and be able to move on. I am hoping that the fact that I'm blonde and Hahn was blonde will work in my favour. McSteamy is blond too, so surely, surely her type is blonde and blue eyed.
Hell, I have blonde hair, blue eyes and dimples; resist that Torres!
So now I find myself drinking Dutch courage sitting at Joe's bar watching her, willing myself to take those baby steps and go and frickin' talk to her. She looks sad sitting at the bar with Lexie Grey and I watch as she heads towards the bathroom. I decide that today, today is the day that I will speak to Callie. I don't care if I babble; I need to let her know that I exist. I need to introduce myself.
I enter the dirty bar bathroom. Here goes…
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Ortho right?"
"Yah, right. Hi."
"I'm Arizona. Robbins. Peds Surgery. I've seen you at the hospital" like loads "are you ok?"
"Yeah, no, I'm fine. Fine."
Quick Robbins, get it out before you chicken out.
"People talk. Where we work. They talk. A lot. So for the sake of being honest I I think I should tell you that I know things about you. Because people talk."
You goof Robbins.
"Oh. You mean? Terrific."
"It is actually the talk. People really like you over there. They respect you and they're concerned and interested. They really like you. Some of them" i.e. me "really like you. You just, you look upset and and I thought that you should know that the talk is good and when you're not upset when you're over being upset there will be people lining up for you" behind me.
She laughs. She hasn't got a clue how stunning she is.
"You want to give me some names?"
I find myself placing a kiss on her soft lips. She tastes like perfection. Like hope. Like all of my dreams coming true at once. With that one kiss I know I will love this woman forever.
"I think you'll know."
I chuckle and turn, walking out of there with the biggest grin on my face ever. I think you'll know, ha! Smooth Robbins. The talk is definitely good!