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Chapter 2

"Huh," The brunette said to herself before returning to the lower cabin on her boat. Watching the blonde, the girl who would soon be known to her as Arizona, walk away, she smiled and wondered who she was. What had just happened? Why the silent, yet comfortable, exchange?

"Why didn't I say hello?" she mumbled to herself. "Or at least apologize for the horrific dancing?"

Arizona threw Naughty Gala line to tie up. She grabbed a bumper for the bow and tied up the other end. Once safely docked, a young couple stepped off of the 52' Chris Craft to greet her.

"Hello," a small and very attractive woman said with a friendly smile. "I'm Cristina and this here is my fiancé, Owen. We're the people that called you on the radio."

"Oh yes, and I'm Arizona." She smiled and extended her hand. "What brings you two to Sandy Point?"

"We're dropping in for a few nights to visit with some friends staying here."

"Oh yeah? Well, chances are high that I know them. I run this place and this is a pret-tee small town." the blonde added.

It was true. Everyone knew everyone in Sandy Point and everyone had a boat at the marina, so little happened without Arizona or one of the guys knowing about it. Between the four of them, they knew everyone.

"Callie and Steph?" Owen asked. "They have a Grand Banks here, Esses for My Fingers? Just came in last night I think. Do you know them?"

So that was her name, Arizona thought to herself. Callie. Arizona dazed out of the conversation, thinking about the brunette she had semi-met just moments ago. But Callie and Steph? Was Steph short for Stephanie or short for Stephan? Girl or boy? Couple? Callie. Pretty name. Messy hair. Amazing eyes.

"So, do you know them?" Owen asked again.

Snapping out of her daze, Arizona answered with a soft smile, "Ahh, the boat with the funny name. Yes, I think we kinda just met."

She turned around towards the pier. "Here, I'll take you guys down to their boat - it's just down the dock a bit." She offered with a smile.

Cristina and Owen liked Arizona right from the start for some reason. She was super friendly, but had this certain charm about her. This was nothing new - everyone liked Arizona, especially the guys.

"So what are you guys doing tonight? Arizona asked.

"Guy's night out, gotta get away from our old ladies." Mark said.

"Umm, none of you guys have old ladies. But, I'll see you guys tomorrow - on time, okay?"

"What are you talking about, sis? You're not coming with?" James asked.

"Well, you said that it was guy's night out. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not a boy," the blonde laughed, pointing to her chest.

"That's different, Robbins. It's you. You're super cool and everyone likes you. Besides, you help us get all the girls." Mark said with a laugh.

"Yo, seriously boss, they're right, so you're coming with us." George said throwing his arm around Arizona.

And that was that. From then on, she went everywhere with the trio, even on 'Guy's Night Out'. They became inseparable.

Arizona led Cristina and Owen down the dock to their friend's boat.

"Callie!" Cristina called out.

The brunette came up from below. "Cristina? What the hell are you doing here!" Callie ran up to her friend and threw her arms around her.

"Oh, Owen and I are on our way to the Cape and we thought we'd dock in for the night and visit with you guys."

A tall, dark haired guy came up from the cabin. Must be Steph - short for Stephan, Arizona concluded. He hopped off the boat and joined the others on the dock.

"Hey Owen, how ya been, man?" They shook hands. Arizona watched on as the foursome chatted.

"Cristina, is this a friend of yours?" The brunette asked, turning to Arizona.

"Nope, she helped us tie up when we came in. But I guess since we've met, we're friends now. So, yeah."

Callie looked at Arizona. "So, you work here?"

Arizona looked down and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "That, I do. I'm Arizona, nice to meet you." She extended her hand.

"Very cool. I'm Callie. Well, Calliope. But Callie's much better, less...Latin." The brunette said, brushing her messy hair out of her eyes, meeting her hand with Arizona's. Another smile, the blonde thought. Maybe it was the way this Callie girl was looking in her eyes, or the handshake that was lasting a little too long. Perhaps it was just this girl being in Arizona's presence, but the blonde quickly broke the silence.

"Great boat you guys have there," Arizona offered.

"Thanks." Steph replied, also offering his hand for a shake.

"Interesting name too. What does it mean?" she inquired.

"Ahhh," Callie stepped up. "That…is a secret." She flashed Arizona a smile.

"Yeah." Stephan said. "She named the boat. She hasn't even told me all of them yet, and I'm her boyfriend."

"Them?" Arizona was curious.

"Yeah, I've gotten four of them out of her, but not all five." Steph said, putting his arm around Callie. "Right, sweetie?"

"Yep, no one knows 'em all but me." the Latina said matter-of-factly, putting on a cowboy hat that had its sides flipped up.

"Ahh, well, maybe I'll learn a couple of them one of these days." Arizona said meeting her eyes with Callie's once more. Another smile.

Little did Callie know, she would soon be filling Arizona in on the mysteries behind the name of her boat. She couldn't know that now, but it would happen.

Arizona looked down at her watch. "Shit, I have to get on back to the shop, I have an order coming in, oh, about fifteen minutes ago. It was nice meeting all of you. Cristina, could you or Owen fill these out these transient papers with your info when you get a chance? You can drop them off at the store anytime."

"Sure thing."

Arizona made her way down the dock. She looked back at the group of people she had just met and saw them walking the opposite way, toward the end of the dock. Had she turned around three seconds later, she would have seen Callie doing the same thing.

A few hours later, Arizona was putting away the last of the shipment that had come in from Land n' Sea. She enjoyed working in the office because she met so many different kinds of people. Sometimes, however, she got bored - especially on the slow days. Today was a slow day.

The bell on the door dinged as a customer came in. Secretly, the blonde was hoping that it was one of her new friends, Callie in particular, coming by to pay a visit. Nope, couldn't be that lucky. Instead, she was greeted by none other than the infamous Miranda Bailey. "Great." Arizona mumbled to herself.

Miranda Bailey was one of Sandy Point's richest and cockiest residents. She thought that with her last name in tow she could get anyone to do anything for her. She had a lot of money and at least once, everyday, she let someone know that.

"Hello, Ms. Bailey. How are we doing this afternoon?" Arizona asked, wiping the sweat from her face and placing her box cutter in her back pocket.

"Well, I would be delighted if my boat was in the water. Can you tell me why the hell it is still sitting out back on that, that, thing?"

"The railway?

"Yes."

"Well Ms. Bai-" Arizona was cut off.

'Don't Ms. Bailey me! We have been paying customers here far longer than you have been employed. When I come in here and say I need my boat to be ready by the 12th, that means, and I expect, to have it done by the 12th! We have money and we have the biggest boat here. Shouldn't that say something?"

"Ms. Bailey, please calm down."

"I will not calm down, missy. Ben and I are going on a trip with the yacht club tomorrow and we're expecting to take that boat out there - not the dinghy on top of it!" Miranda went on and on, until finally Arizona had had enough.

"Look!" Arizona said. "You tell me last week that you need us to pull your boat up on the railway. Good, we do that. Then you tell us that you need the gaskets on the engine replaced, that you need us to put in three bathrooms, which by the way, really sucked and you wanted the teak work on your entire boat refinished. Then, this week, you ask us to paint your boat. You have a 92-foot Elco! It's wooden boat. Not a fiberglass boat, but a wooden boat! Do you know how long it takes to sand, primer and paint a 92-foot boat made out of wood!"

"Well, no."

"Well, it takes a long damn time, that's how long - about three days to be exact. Now, you told us on Monday that you wanted all of this done. We started first thing on Tuesday. Today is Thursday and if you go check out there you will see that the painting is done."

"Then why isn't it in the water!" Miranda asked.

"Because it takes twelve hours, at least, for that paint to dry!" Arizona snipped.

"Oh."

"We'll have your boat in the water by the time you guys need to leave in the morning."

Feeling quite defeated, Miranda Bailey turned around and walked out the door. Frustrated, Arizona turned around to finish her order.

"Everyone around here give you a hard time like that?" A voice said came from behind the blonde. It was Callie - and that smile.

"Uhh, not all of them." Arizona said with a laugh.

"Well, I'm one of the good guys. I was just dropping by to give you Cristina and Owen's slip agreement, along with mine and Steph's."

"Well, thanks. How long are you guys staying?""I dunno, depends on how much we like it." Callie said with a wink.

Did she just wink at me?, Arizona thought. Did she? Or does she had some eye condition? Maybe she's just a winker. She winked at me! Wait, she's cute and she winked at me! Chill out Robbins, seriously. Okay, chilled. Return to conversation now.

"Uhh, and Cristina and Owen?"

"Well, they were just going to stay overnight, but we've talked them into hanging out a few days with us."

"Very cool," Arizona said. "So I guess I'll be seeing a lot of you guys."

"I hope." Callie replied, walking toward the door.

"Wait." Arizona said, going to her desk drawer. "Here," the blonde handed Callie a walkie talkie. "They work anywhere at the marina. We...well, me and the guys...stay on channel 9. If you need anything or get bored, call me. I like hanging out with the guys, but it's be nice to have a girl to hang with every once in a while."

"The guys?" Callie asked.

"Yeah - James, George, and Mark. They work in the boatyard out there." Arizona pointed with a pencil. "They're awesome."

"Ahh, I think I met your brother last night. He helped us tie in - very cool guy."

"Yes he is. I love him to death." Arizona added.

"Messin' About to Sandy Point Marina, over." The VHF radio was going off behind the blonde.

"Hang on one sec, just need to get this." Arizona said.

"Yes, this is Sandy Point to Messin' About, over."

Arizona turned to Callie. "I may have to help them tie in. Take the walkie talkie and call me later, okay?"

"Can I hear you when you talk on that thing there?" the Latina said, pointing to the VHF.

"Yes, on channel 12."

"Okay, talk to you later," Callie said, turning around to leave. "Wait!, what's your handle?

"Huh?"

"Your handle. You know, your name on this thing?" the brunette asked.

"Umm, Sandy Point Marina?" the blonde giggled.

"Oh, well I'll pick one out for you." Callie said with a smile. And with that, she was out the door.