A/N: I had this thought so I decided to put it on paper, well, Microsoft word, but yeah, it turned out alright. I'm not sure if this story is terribly accurate, but for the sake of the story, let's just say it is ;). I don't know too much about what an artist does or doesn't. I hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think.

Callie POV

I couldn't believe that Erica had left. Without a word, she had evaporated into thin air. I was mad, but most of all, I was hurt. Every past relationship that I had been in, turned out horribly. I didn't know if it was me or what, but it seemed like I was a lost cause. That maybe, just maybe, I wasn't meant to find love. Maybe I was meant to be alone. It felt like I was drowning. All of my friends were happy and in love or were starting an amazing romance. But not me, I was the one who was destined to be alone. Mark Sloan, my best friend, had tried to set me up on a lot of dates since Erica left, but they didn't turn out well.

First, there was Amanda. She was a beautiful blonde. I liked her, at first. Until she became a psycho…claiming that I was cheating on her…after our third date. If that isn't insecurity, then I don't know what is.

The next person was a man named Bruce. George was the last man I was with and I thought maybe I'd try it again, stop looking for women and settle down with a nice man. Bruce and I dated for about a month. The first time we had sex, it felt pretty good. The times after that weren't as good as the first time. I found myself missing the gentle caresses of a woman. Shortly after I realized that I didn't want a man anymore, I broke it off with Bruce. Never again was I to be with a man. I truly believed that, and I still do.

The last person that I dated was Jenny. She was so beautiful and I thought I had found the person that I was looking for. We were together for a while and I had hope, something that I thought I'd never be able to grasp again. She had a drinking problem. I thought, at first, that I could help her. But she was outrageous when she drank and I thought I could deal with it, but I couldn't. She needed help and I tried to help but she pushed me away, so I stopped fighting. I would have tried to be with her, but she didn't want me. She told me to leave and never come back, and I didn't. A relationship was the last thing that she needed.

I hadn't been on a date in a long time. I was done looking. It did me no good. I decided to let it come to me, if it were to even come. Since I knew that I wouldn't be happy if I ended up with a man, and I didn't want to end up with one, I had made a list of what the perfect woman would be like.

She'd have to be considerate, caring, and a good person.

Now, I'm not shallow, by any means, but she'd have to be beautiful, beautiful enough for me to notice her.

She'd have to have a good job.

She'd have to have her own place…for obvious reasons.

She'd have to be able to make me laugh.

Okay, I know what people are thinking. Why make a list of the perfect woman? Well, I was never one to settle for anything, except maybe my life with George, but I know better, now. So why should I settle? This is my life and I control how I want to live it. I make it how I want, so, when I think that I have met my perfect woman, I'll know that she's worth it.

While I wait, I submerge myself in my work. I always took pride in my work. Being one of the best mediators in the state of Washington, I work at Hanley Law firm. The job was very demanding, but I didn't mind.

Arizona POV

Well that was a horrible date. What's that…the sixth one this month? I'm starting to lose hope. When I was younger, I didn't mind dating, but now that I'm almost 34, I want to settle down with a great woman. A woman who I can share my life with, someone who is smart and funny, someone who, when I see them, gives me butterflies like I've never felt before. I say this, but it is near impossible to find exactly what you're looking for.

I'll wait if I have to because I know that she is out there, and that she wants the same thing that I do.

I have been on more dates than I care to admit to. Ever since I broke things off with Joanne, I haven't had a real relationship. I've dated, yes, but nothing ever went past three dates. I could tell that things weren't going to work out. I couldn't get myself to like someone who didn't give me butterflies or weak knees. Some say that those come after you get to know the person, but I didn't think so. When I met Joanne, I had butterflies in my stomach and I knew that she'd be special. And she was, for a while. But she ended up cheating on me with a man. I was hurt but I got over it. What else was I supposed to do?

After that whole ordeal, I decided to move. Seattle seemed like a great place to start over. I had visited numerous times with my family and had always thought that it was a beautiful place. So, after things ended with Joanne, I packed my things and moved. I had no job, I didn't know if I'd be able to find one, but I was drawn to Seattle, so I didn't think twice before relocating.

It has been a month since I moved and I was finally settled into my apartment.

Being a starving artist, I worked from home, at first, until I was asked to make twelve paintings for a nearby law firm. I was going to decline, but something was pulling me in and I ended up agreeing. That was a couple of days ago. I am to meet with Mr. Steven James tomorrow, to talk about the kind of art work he wants on his walls. I'm excited, but a bit nervous. He had seen my work at a local starving artist fair, and instantly fell in love with my paintings.

Even though I was drawn to the job, and after days of contemplating whether I should take it, my best friend Teddy made me realize that it would be a great opportunity and I would be making a lot of money, more than I've ever made before.

Callie POV

"That was brutal. Did you see them? They almost killed each other in there. Remind me never to get divorced." I told my best friend Mark.

"That is if you ever find a wife." He smirked.

"Thanks, Mark." I rolled my eyes. I loved my friend but sometimes he pissed me off. He was a junior partner at Hanley and had tried to get in my pants when I first started, but I quickly told him that I was more interested in the female anatomy. That didn't stop him; until I had to knee him in the balls…finally he got the picture. We became good friends shortly after.

"You know I'm messing with you." He shrugged his shoulders. "I get to be the best man at your wedding, right?"

"Like you said, that is if I ever find someone who I want to marry." I sighed loudly as I took a seat in the chair in front of his desk.

"You will and you'll be the most beautiful bride…in the world." He looked up from his computer screen and winked at me.

"You always know how to say the sweetest things." Laughing, I looked around his office. "Where did your paintings go?"

"Maintenance took them a couple of days ago." He followed my gaze. "We're getting new art pieces in a couple of weeks…or something."

"They didn't come pick mine up." I made a sour face. "I still have that ridiculously large picture of a garden on my wall."

"Ah, the one that looks like a rainbow threw up all over it." I nodded. "It's fitting though, isn't it?"

"Shut it, Mark." I narrowed my eyes at him. "So, who'll be designing the new artwork?"

"If I remember correctly, it's someone by the name of Arizona Robbins." Mark folded his hands on his desk. "I've never heard of her."

"Arizona Robbins?" My eyes went wide. I had three pictures she had painted a couple of years back. Her work was amazing. I was thrilled. "Will she be making a visit here?"

"You know of her?" My friend asked. I nodded and he continued. "She'll be here in about three hours…Wait, your painting, at the apartment, are hers?"

"Yes. I love her work. She's brilliant. I can't believe I'll be in the same building as her. I can't wait." I couldn't help but do a little dance in my seat.

"You'll probably get to meet her too." I smiled at the thought.

"You think?"

"Of course. You'll be here at 3:00, won't you?"

"Yeah. Oh my god, how do I look?" I asked, fixing my curls.

"You look just fine. But I doubt you'll have anything to worry about. She's probably as attractive as Liza, Mank's secretary." Mark let out a shiver.

"Liza is…well she'd be beautiful if she put on some makeup and…" I stopped.

"Yeah." He lifted his eyebrows. "I wouldn't get your hopes up though, she's probably as stuck up as the last artist to furnish this place."

"Oh god, I hope not." The last guy demanded more than anyone I had ever seen before. He was a nightmare to work with. This had me a little nervous.

"Well, we'll see in a couple of-" Mark was cut off my Steven James.

"Hey Cal, I need you to open up your office so maintenance can pull that god awful picture from your wall." He said as he stuck the top half of his body through the door. "Oh and I also need you to brief on the Lemony and Lambert case for tomorrow." I nodded and he left.

"Finally, that picture gets to go!" I stood from the chair and flashed a slight grin as I walked over to the door. "I'll see you in…" I looked at my watch. "Two hours and seventeen minutes."

Without waiting for a reply, I make my way into my office, which is just down the hall from Mark's. Grabbing my key, I unlock the door and make my way inside. I loved my office; it has a great view of the Seattle skyline. I couldn't ask for anything better. A couple of minutes later, maintenance softly knocked on my door.

"Come in." I said, seated at my desk.

"Hey, Ms. Torres. I'm here to take down that picture." Roger points to the bulky piece to the right of my desk.

"Of course, come on in. Take it, please." I smiled at the short man.

"I'll only be a couple of minutes." He smiled back and began using his tools to pull the picture from the wall. I made small talk with the man while he did his work. I didn't know him all too well but he seemed like a nice enough guy.

Once he was done and the picture was out of my sight, I busied myself with the case Steve had told me to brush up on. They were two guys who couldn't decide on who would get what part of their father's land. He had left all of the land to both sons…hence the dilemma. Before I knew it, it was just after 3:00.

My door swung open and Mark barged in. "Holy fuck, Cal. I just got a glimpse of Ms. Robbins." His eyes were wide.

"And?" I was a little nervous. She was someone who I thought highly of…because of her beautiful paintings.

"I think you should see for yourself." He walked over to my desk and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me out of my chair. "Quit manhandling me. I know how to stand by myself." I fixed my shirt as I stood.

"I know but you'll miss this if you don't hurry up." The man tugged on my arm again as I allowed for him to drag me out of my office and into the main lobby.

Once in the lobby, I looked around but didn't see anyone except the receptionist, Barb.

"Hey." Mark smiled at Barb as we came to a halt at the front desk. "Where did James and that artist run off to?" He gave her an even bigger smile, which she couldn't resist.

"I believe they went into conference room three." She smiled back and pointed in the direction of the room, without taking her eyes off of Mark.

"Thank you." He winked and started walking toward the conference room, with me hot on his trail. I didn't know what to expect. He didn't really say much besides Holy fuck. I didn't know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. It was probably a bad thing. For all I knew, Arizona Robbins could have been a man with a woman's name. I had bought the paintings in one of the galleries I had stumbled upon. There was never a picture of the artist. I had tried looking online but to no avail. I stopped my inner dialogue once we made it to the conference room. The windows that permitted a view of the room were covered with blinds.

"Damn it. I can't see anything." Mark said through gritted teeth.

"So?" I looked at him, confused as to why he was acting this way.

"So…I want you to see the woman." He shrugged. "That's all."

Arizona POV

To say that I was nervous would have been an understatement. As I sat in the large conference room with Steven James, my palms were sweaty and I had a hard time controlling my breathing. The man was in a fancy suit while I had jeans on and a plain white t-shirt. I was a bit intimidated. He was nice enough, though.

"So, I was hoping that you'd be able to make a couple of rough drafts, if you will, and show them to me." I nodded. "I'd like for all of the art to match but be subtly different. If you know what I mean."

"Yes, I do." I smiled at him and he nodded his head.

"Great. I'd like for you to start as soon as possible. I have arranged for you to have a studio to do your work, just down the hall and to the left, next to a couple of our offices." He pointed to his left. "If you don't mind…I wanted to make sure that you had everything you needed."

"That's fine." I gave a slight smile. I liked working from home, best, but there was no way I'd say no to the man, after being given a large offer for each painting that I was to paint, how could I say no? He had originally said that the pay would be good but I didn't think it would be as much as he had offered. I was delighted. I wasn't one to care too much for money, but the pay was something I couldn't say no to. This job was the highest paying one so far, by a landslide.

"Wonderful." Mr. James stood. I followed suit. "I can't wait to see what you come up with."

"I won't let you down, sir." I swallowed hard.

"Oh, please call me Steve."

"Okay." I smiled nervously and shook the hand he extended.

"I'll see you tomorrow…at 9:00?"

"9:00 sounds perfect." We said our goodbyes and I walked out of the conference room. The whole building was beautiful. The walls were painted light blue and the ceilings were very high. All the doors were a dark brown with people's names written out in silver letters and the furniture was brown with a light blue pattern on them. There were fake flowers all over the place in beautifully placed bouquets.

Callie POV

"Here she comes." Mark shoved me roughly, trying to get me to look in the direction of the mysterious woman.

"Ouch." I whispered as I straightened my body, lifting myself from the reception desk, I turned my head toward the long hallway that housed all of the conference rooms. I could faintly see a blonde woman making her way toward us. She was in dark skinny jeans and a tight white t-shirt, but I couldn't make out what her face looked like.

"Wait until she gets closer." Mark said to me. He could see me struggling to take in the woman's appearance.

Rolling my eyes, I pushed myself off of the desk. "I don't see what the big deal-" My words died on my lips as Arizona Robbins came into full view. My breath hitched as I took in the breathtaking sight in front of me. She was gorgeous and at that moment, if someone had put a gun to my head, I still wouldn't have been able to form coherent words or wipe the surprised look off my face. Her blue eyes pierced into my soul as she came closer and closer. I couldn't turn away as my mouth parted and I inhaled sharply. I could feel butterflies in my stomach and my heart rate increased as I looked her up and down. "Oh my god." I whispered under my breath once I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"That's what the big deal is." Mark smirked, but I didn't notice, I was too busy focused on the stunning artist whose dimples made me weak at the knees.

Arizona POV

This hallway seemed to go on forever. With every step I took, the hallway seemed longer and longer. It wasn't until I saw two people standing by the front desk that I knew the hallway was ending. There was a woman and a man. I couldn't quite make out what they looked like but they were staring at me. Their penetrating gazes made me a little nervous.

As I approached, I noticed there was a Latina woman looking at me with her mouth open. I couldn't help but smile at her. I wasn't close enough to see her features but it looked like she had an amazing body and breasts to die for.

As I made my way further down the hallway, her face came into view. I bit my lip to stop the moan that threatened to escape. The dark haired woman was in a tight white blouse with ruffles and light grey slacks with black high heeled pumps. She had warm brown eyes that made me forget my own name. She was the most beautiful thing I had laid my eyes on in a very long time. There was no way that I would be able to form articulate words in her presence. I was hoping that they wouldn't say anything to me so I didn't have to subject myself to babbling like a complete fool, but then another part of me wanted to meet the striking woman. I wanted to know her name, to know everything about her.

Now, I was inches from the brunette and I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, no matter how hard I tried. She was looking at me as well but she probably thought I was a crazy person who had a staring problem.

"Mark Sloan, junior partner, nice to meet you." The man behind the stunning woman, who I hadn't noticed, greeted me with a smile.

Looking from the woman to the talking man, I inhaled a much needed breath and smiled back. "Arizona Robbins." I stated trying to keep eye contact with the tall man and not shift my stare to the woman who made my stomach do flips.

"Good to meet you, Arizona." He looked down at the Latina. "This is my friend and co-worker, Callie Torres, she's the mediator." I made eye contact with the woman, feeling those flips of the stomach again.

"H-hi." She stuttered out as she looked at me. She had a look I couldn't quite place.

"Hello." I smiled at her and also because I was able to form actual words.

"So you'll be decorating the offices?" The man asked. I didn't take my eyes off the woman and nodded slightly. Her brown orbs were so inviting. "Okay…cool." Still, I looked at the woman, who looked back at me.

"Swawsome." The woman spoke. She realized what she had said and looked down at the ground. "I…mean. I didn't mean swawsome." She snorted. "I was going to say sweet and then awesome came out as well." She stopped and took a deep breath. I couldn't help but laugh at how cute she was being.

"Swawsome…." I pursed my lips. "I like it." She looked back up at me and gave me a warm smile that made me shiver.

"Hah…okay." She breathed out and I could tell that she was nervous. She didn't need to be, I was nervous enough for the both of us.

"Please excuse my friend." The man cut in and both of eyes darted to him. "She's…not herself today."

"That's okay." I laughed. "Well I should be going." I looked from him to her. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"First day?" She asked as she shifted uncomfortably.

"Yeah…I'll be working down the hall there." I pointed behind me.

"Right next to our offices." He stated as he smirked. He was a nice enough looking man, I would have noticed earlier, but the Latina had made me see nothing but her. It was as if only she and I existed.

"Swawsome." I used the stunning woman's made up word as she laughed softly and it was like music to my ears. They said nothing for a couple of seconds, so I spoke again. "Okay, well, it was nice meeting you guys, I'll see you tomorrow." I was talking to Callie but looked at both of them.

"Have a good night." Mark smiled.

"See you…tomorrow." Callie replied. I gave them a dimpled smile and started walking toward the exit.

Once I made it through the door, I exhaled deeply and bit my lip. I didn't know how I was going to be able to work this closely with Callie Torres and not lose my mind.

Callie POV

Mark busted out laughing as we watched Arizona walk out of the building. I finally regained my composure and looked up at him. "Oh god, I made a complete fool out of myself." I furrowed my brows. "She thinks I'm a lunatic. I said swawsome! Who does that?"

"She liked it." My best friend shrugged and put a hand on my shoulder. "She's hot."

"Hot doesn't even begin to cover it." I said truthfully.

"Yeah, you were almost drooling."

"No I was not." Folding my hands across my chest, I glared at him. "I didn't even tell her how much I loved her work. It was like I couldn't even think with her so close to me."

"She seemed pretty interested in you too." Mark stated.

"Yeah right. Like I said, she probably thinks I'm a lunatic."

"Whatever, you'll do better tomorrow." He pushed me toward the long hallway. "Let's get some work done.

"Oh god…I'll have to face her again tomorrow. I don't know if I can." I frowned. "I'll just hide out in my office."

"Oh no you won't." Mark shook his head and I groaned loudly. This was a recipe for disaster.

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