"Torres!" Mark boomed at Callie, entering without knocking. Callie, who was falling asleep through paper work woke up with a jump.

"Come on, wakey wakey," Mark Sloan, her best friend, head of plastics at Seattle Grace and assistant head of meds at Callie's other job pulled her from her chair. "Why are you so sleepy anyway? Oh wait, you got some last night, didn't you... I'm so sorry I didn't go to Joe's with you... so ... who's the lucky guy?"

Callie chuckled. "Lucky girl, more like."

"Damn Torres, this girl gotta be something special if you're seeing chicks again," Mark grinned and dragged Callie out of her office.

"Seeing isn't exactly what's happening," Callie sighed, remembering the previous night. "She was pretty fantastic but I don't even know her name let alone where to find her."

"It's okay, plenty of other fish in the sea," Mark said. "And of course, we are going over there right now."
"Are you kidding me?" Callie groaned.

Ever since Chief Webber and Seattle Grace had signed that deal with the Seattle Storm women's NBA team, Callie's life was going through hell. They had requested that the hospital's best ortho doc be their head doctor and Callie had to spend her days running from a hospital to a stadium and back.

"They don't have a single hot chick except Addison and she's practically one of my best friends," Callie said. "I know the rest of em aren't that hot, I've seen em all naked."

Mark laughed. "I hate you so much for that Torres, and I hate you even more for what you're about to see."

"What am I about to see?" Callie asked, as she and Mark got into Mark's car and they headed over to the stadium.

"The Storm just signed Altman and Robbins!" Mark screamed. "Are you under a rock?"

"Who the hell are they?" Callie asked indifferently to Mark's disappointment.

"Do you not follow sports at all?" Mark asked, sighing. "Altman's been stealing the spotlight for a while now for LA and Robbins, well Robbins is something else."

Callie raised an eyebrow and Mark continued, "Ever since Chicago drafted the gorgeous Arizona Robbins into their squad last year, she's been scoring continuously, not to mention her consistent triple doubles. It's a shame she was injured in the semis or else Chicago could have made it into the final for sure. And now, WE HAVE BOTH OF THEM!"

"Yay," Callie said with no excitement at all. "Are we even allowed to date players anyway? I mean, you've been crushing on Addison for months but I don't think they're allowed to mix with the staff like that."

"Come on Torres," Mark said, ignoring Callie's comment as they neared the stadium. "Blondes are your type and these two and gorgeous blondies. And in half an hour, you'll be asking them to take off their pants and get on the weighing scale. You're lucky, this time they are hot."

"And probably have guys drooling over them," Callie finished the sentence.

"Altman probably so," Mark said, as they reached and got out of the car. "But rumor has it that Robbins is gold star gay."

"Robbins! Altman!" Owen Hunt, head coach of the Seattle Storm happily greeted Arizona and Teddy entered the stadium. "Welcome! The Seattle Storm are more than happy to have you."

"Thanks coach," Teddy said as both of them went inside.

"So it's your first day in Washington," Hunt said. "And you probably don't want to jump into training right away so why don't we have a press conference followed by a medical check up for both of you?"

"Sure," They agreed and followed Hunt and Jackson Avery who had just joined into the press conference room.

Arizona smiled as she entered a room full of reporters. She had always loved the attention that came with being a good basketball player. A lot of papers had often gone to even describe her as cocky and she knew that many rival fans often called her an attention whore but Arizona knew better than letting that get into her head. She had been Rookie of the Year, but she was determined to be the best.

As soon as she sat down and Coach Hunt gave the signal, the reporters began firing.

"Arizona, we know that you are Rookie of the Year last year, how do you plan to take it this year?"

"Well obviously," Arizona said calmly. "We can't live in the past and keep drooling over that title forever. This year I'm hoping to show that I'm not just a rookie and am good enough to be a regular team player."

"How does moving to Seattle change things?"

"I've got a great team, a great coach," Arizona smiled at Hunt. "And I really hope I can put up a great performance for the fans for my family and for myself."

A couple of questions went to Teddy and then the reporters were ready to fire Arizona again.

"Rumor has it that you are dating one of the Little Minx members, is that true?" the reporter asked.

Arizona wanted to die laughing. What exactly was Little Minx? "No, not at all."

"Is there a special girl in your life right now?"

Arizona couldn't help but think of the Latina at Joe's bar the previous night.

"Not really."

"Okay, that's enough," Hunt called at the reporters and Arizona and Teddy headed for their check up.

He explained to the two, "We've got some of the best doctors from Seattle Grace hospital on our squad. You're going to love our medics. Our head doc is one of the best orthos in the world. Doctor Callie Torres."

Arizona didn't know why but the name Callie Torres gave her a flip flop in the belly. Oh right, Callie was the name of the Latina last night. The one so enigmatic and so beautiful.

They reached the medical room and Arizona was stunned as the very same Latina came out and said, "Hello I'm Doctor Torres."

Oh fuck this cannot be happening, Callie thought as she was face to face with Arizona Robbins, the very same girl she couldn't get out of her head.

The very same girl who she'd have to give a check up to.

Alone.

With the girl naked.