Callie Torres and Arizona Robbins had been together for just over a year. Their relationship had deepened, they now lived together in their own apartment, but as of yet no marriage plans or children. They were both blissfully happy and neither of them were in any rush to change anything. They were in love and today was no exception.

Arizona skated through the ER on her wheelies and stopped at the desk where Callie was sat. "Morning beautiful," she sang.

"Urgh, how can you be so happy? It's early, and haven't you been here all night aswell?" Callie groaned, she lent back in her chair and put her feet up on the desk, trying to get herself into a comfortable position.

"Well not all night," Arizona corrected her, "I was paged here at about 3am, one of my patients needed me." Callie groaned again. "And anyway how can you not be happy Calliope Torres? You slept like a baby last night, you have no reason to be tired or grumpy!"

"How do you know I slept? I could have been faking it, for all you know I could have been wide awake all night long."

Arizona sighed and glanced at Callie. "You were snoring Callie."

"What? I don't snore!"

"So I imagined all those loud, monster like noises last night then?" Arizona replied sarcastically.

"You weren't even there! You just said you got paged here!" Callie argued playfully.

"I was there long enough to know that you snore like a... A... A snoring monster... Thing," Arizona said trying to think of something that snored a lot.

"A snoring monster thing? That's the best you can come up with?" Callie smiled.

Arizona giggled, "I knew what I meant."

"Haha well at least one of us knew." Callie laughed as she got up off her chair and kissed Arizona.

Arizona smiled, showing those dimples that Callie adored so much. She was stood at the desk rearranging some paperwork. She wasn't doing it as a job or anything, more of just something to fiddle around with. She would arrange them perfectly on the desk, then change her mind and arrange them in a different way. It was a simple action that anyone else would have just ignored, but not Callie. She watched her girlfriend fiddle with the papers. Her eyes fixated on her. She found it cute how Arizona just couldn't stand still, she had noticed it at home too, whenever they would cuddle up and watch a movie or something, Arizona would play with whatever she could find, she would twist an elastic band around her fingers, or roll a coin around in her hand.

"So what are you doing down here anyways?" Arizona said, finally placing the papers to one side and leaning on the desk.

"It's a slow day," Callie replied, "No broken bones for me, I thought I'd come down here and get first dibs on some bad ass trauma case, but no, it's slow down here too." She said as she started swinging around on the swivel chair like a bored child. "What are you doing here?"

Arizona stopped leaning on the desk and picked up a clicky pen to fiddle with. "Can you keep a secret?" She whispered. Callie nodded. "Well you see theres this really hot surgeon that I kinda have a crush on, she works here at this hospital in Orthopedics, maybe you know her?"

Callie smiled but continued to play along. "Oh yeah, is she like really hot?"

"Oh yeah, shes stunning." Arizona smiled back. She started walking around the desk, moving closer to Callie. "She has long, dark brown hair, and beautiful dark eyes." Arizona lent in so that her lips almost touched Callie's, she lingered there for a moment before finally whispering "Shes perfect." Their lips then met in a slow but loving kiss.

"I love you," Callie whispered as they broke apart.

"I love you too." Arizona whispered back.

Their intimate moment was then broken by a young man running into the ER carrying a little boy in his arms. "Can someone help us?" He yelled.

Arizona was the first one to him, Callie following closely behind. "What happened?" She asked, dragging them both over to a trauma room to examine the boy. He was a mess, He was covered in blood and lacerations.

"Car crash, we... I was driving and this truck... It just ran us off the road." The man stuttered, "Can you help him?"

"What's his name?" Arizona asked, as she cut off the boy's shirt to tend to his injuries.

"Charlie," the man replied. "His name's Charlie. He's four years old."

"Are you hurt?" Callie asked him, noticing that he too was also covered in blood.

The man shook his head. "I'm fine, my wrist hurts a lil, but I'm fine." Callie took hold of his arm to examine his wrist but as she did so he screamed out in pain.

"Ok sir, I think you may have broken your wrist, I'm gonna need to bandage it up. Can you come with me please?"

"I'm not leaving my son," He said, moving closer to the boy. "Charlie? Can you hear me? Charlie, it's gonna be ok."

"Sir, we need to leave, I can't let you stand in here anyway, we'll go fix your wrist, by that time Dr. Robbins should have finished down here and your son will be in the Ped's wing, then you can be with him as much as you like. Isn't that right Dr. Robbins?" Callie said calmly.

Arizona nodded, "Don't worry sir, I'll take good care of him, I promise."

Callie led the man out of the room and into another one down the hall. As he sat down Callie had a strange feeling of Deja Vu. She had seen this man before. He looked up and noticed her staring. "Have we met before?" She asked puzzled.

"Doubt it," He replied. He winced with pain as he sat, and Callie examined his ribs.

"Sorry, but it appears you have broken a few ribs too,"

"I'll be fine." He spoke with a British accent, but like a Southern British accent.

"You're from England?" Callie smiled, she had always found British accents sexy.

"Yep, London originally, been here in Seattle for a while now though."

Callie began to bandage his wrist. "So are you sure we've never met? You look so familiar."

The man laughed, then winced as he discovered laughing with broken ribs wasn't a good idea. "We haven't met. I'm Josh, Josh Devine. Nice to meet you."

Callie gasped as he introduced himself. "JOSH DEVINE? As in the singer of Devine Parade?"

"Singer and guitarist yeah," Josh said, starting to wish he had just kept quiet, as Callie went into excited fan girl mode.

"Wow, I'm a huge fan! Can I have your autograph?" She squealed with excitement.

Josh held up his broken wrist, indicating that that was his writing hand.

"Oh sorry," Callie apologised. "No worries, oh my God, I really can't believe it's you!"

Josh smiled. "So are we nearly done? I need to see my son."

Callie could hear the worry in his voice. "Don't worry," she said reassuringly. "Dr. Robbins is the best doctor we have, your son is in safe hands, but we are nearly finished, so I'll take you up to the Ped's wing in just a sec."

"Thankyou," he said softly. As Callie moved to stitch up a cut on his forehead.