Author's Note: I failed to mention that this story is posted in duplicate under the titles Grace in Seattle (its original title) and A Little Grace in Seattle in order facilitate posting under the two different shows. I could find no other way to post the same story in two different categories. Sorry to confuse anyone! Thank you so much for your feedback as this is the first time I've played with the Grey's characters. Enjoy!

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Dr. Callie Torres was checking her patient's chart and going over her vitals. She took a moment longer than normal to stare at the still groggy prostitute. Her features were soft yet strong, with signs of age around her eyes. She seemed particularly fit and had used the phrase "secure his weapon". She shook her head slightly and brushed a lock of hair out of her beguiling patient's face.

"Dr. Torres?" Mark Sloan stood in the doorway.

"Huh?" She turned around to see it was just her friend and smiled.

"How's your patient?" He gave her a warm smile. He had seen the way Callie had been looking at the attractive woman.

"Oh, uh, yeah...she's stable. We had to set the fracture with a couple pins. That bastard did a real number on her." She looked down as Ms. King stirred a little but didn't wake.

"Yeah. Unfortunately that prick won't even have a scar thanks to me. By the way, that was some quick thinking in there to get the drop on that creep." Mark ran his fingers across the stubble on his chin.

"Well, he...he was hurting her and I-I-I just reacted." Callie hung the chart back.

"You done good, kid." He raised his eyebrows. "You should get your friend here to press charges. I know I plan on it."

"What?" Callie narrowed her eyes and made a face.

"That piece of shit hit me in the chest. Nobody hits me. Nobody." Mark looked serious.

Callie nodded in agreement and gave one last stare to the puzzling woman with the kind eyes.

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As they sat at Joe's nursing a couple drinks, Callie turned to her friend. "Mark? She seem like a hooker to you?"

"Hadn't thought about it much. They come in pretty much all shapes and sizes, you know?" Mark eyed Callie suspiciously.

Callie rested her head in one hand. "I just...didn't get that vibe from her. I can't picture..."

"Oh, Torres, please don't tell me you're picturing your patient turning tricks?" Mark gave a half smile as he rattled the ice in his drink.

Callie blushed a little. "No, uh, no. Umm, well, no. Ok, maybe. God, Mark. I can't stop thinking about her and that cop hurting her...and how out of place she seemed. And if she is a hooker...I don't get it."

Mark took a sip and smacked his lips. "What's not to get? It's been happening since the beginning of time."

"Why do men pay for it? What's the draw there?" Callie sipped her drink as well.

Mark took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "You know men and women are different right? Best way I can describe it...women need a reason to have sex...men just need a place." He turned the idea over in his mind. "It's more recreational for men...less academic."

"Huh?" Callie looked more confused than ever.

"Using a hooker is like...underage drinking. It's an adrenaline rush. You know it's wrong and illegal...and that's part of why you do it. It doesn't matter if it's cheap malt liquor or hundred year old scotch...you just want to drink." Mark was grasping at straws and Lexi Grey just walked in to the bar.

"I don't think I'll ever get it." Callie stirred her drink and looked at Mark. "Oh, just go. You know you want to."

"Maybe you should just ask your hooker friend." Mark grinned and tossed some bills on the bar as he walked over to the young intern.

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Callie paused outside the door of Raven King's room. Something about this woman made her feel funny in her stomach and she wanted a moment to fully collect herself before conducting her morning rounds with this patient.

She pushed the door open and was greeted by big brown eyes rattling the ice in her pitcher and trying to pour water in to a cup with one hand. "Damn it!"

"Good morning, Ms. King. Let me help you with that." Callie walked over and took the pitcher from her. She briefly covered the woman's hand with hers and noticed how strong and soft the hand was. She pulled away quickly.

"Sorry about that. I'm no good one-handed." Raven shrugged and gave a half smile.

"No, uh, that's not a problem." Callie smoothed her hair. "How are you feeling this morning?"

"A little bit like some jerk slammed me in to a wall." Raven's smile turned in to a smirk. "Sore and stiff, but I'll live."

"I need to examine the surgical area. May I?" Dr. Torres pulled the curtain around the bed and walked over.

"Sure, Dr. Torres. Be my guest." Raven leaned her head to the side so the doctor could get better access to the incision.

Dr. Torres wore a serious expression as she examined her patient and her own work. "I used dissolving pins, so you won't need any further surgery." She pressed lightly on the surrounding area. "Any tenderness here?"

"Nope." Olivia was a little more aware than maybe she should have been of the nimble fingers running up and down her arm. She decided to distract herself with conversation. "I wanted to thank you."

Callie looked up from her work with a shy smile. "No need to thank me. I'm a surgeon...it's what I do."

Olivia took a deep breath. If this woman looked any cuter..."No, no. Well, actually yes for taking care of me, but also for the other thing." She winced a little as Callie prodded a tender area near her bicep.

"Sorry!" Callie took the woman's hand in hers. "Any tingling in the fingers?"

"No. Thank you for stopping Duncan. He was hurting me and I couldn't do anything to stop it. I hate not being able to defend myself." She gritted her teeth.

"Yeah, it seems like you, uh, know how to take care of yourself." Callie's fingers were resting softly on the brunette's wrist as she felt for a pulse.

It wasn't Raven but Olivia who locked eyes with the black-haired doctor with eyes the color of strong black coffee. "You have to in my line of work."

"And just exactly what line of work is that, Ms. King?" Callie saw something flicker in the warm brown eyes.

Olivia blinked back her knee jerk answer. Too much was at stake to blow her cover now, wasn't it? She hated lying to the kind doctor. "I'm a...personal trainer." Raven said with a smirk as she lied through her teeth.

Callie's eyes widened and she slowly nodded. "Right." She turned and grabbed her chart to make some notes.

Olivia took a deep breath. "Look, Dr. Torres..."

"Ms. King, you don't have to..." Callie turned around and as she did, the woman she knew as Raven King grabbed her by the wrist.

"Anything we say is patient-doctor privilege?" Olivia's grip was firm.

Callie blinked and looked around the room. For a moment, she was a little afraid. "Uh, yes..."

Olivia pulled the woman closer. "My real name is Olivia Benson. I am a detective with the Manhattan Special Victims Unit and I'm undercover tracking a missing girl..."

"Ok, ok...wait? Manhattan? What?" Callie swallowed hard. She knew something wasn't right but that things would suddenly turn in to an episode of CSI was the furthest thing from her mind.

"I'll explain." Olivia took a deep breath and explained everything to her trusted doctor.

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Callie was having her salad and sandwich in the cafeteria.

"Hey, Torres!" Dr. Christine Yang sat down next to her. "How's your hooker?"

"My hooker? Oh, yeah...uh, she's doing well." Callie suddenly found her salad very interesting.

"Yeah. Mine were all young girls. It's crazy, huh? I heard you helped beat up a cop?" Yang twisted the top off her Vitamin Water.

"Yup. Nutty." Callie looked up, smiled quickly and looked back down. She was a lousy secret keeper.

"So, Sloan sewed up the bad guy. What happened?" She stuffed a bite of egg salad in to her mouth.

"Oh, uh, surgery...two pins in the humerus. Nothing fancy." Callie sipped her sparkling water slowly.

"Ok, not the dull medical stuff...with the evil cop? You gonna make me beg for details, Torres?" Yang wiped her mouth with a napkin.

"Oh, that...uh, he was hurting my patient so I sprayed him in the eyes with hand sanitizer." Callie nervously poked at her salad.

"You seem distracted." Yang added popping a pretzel in to her mouth.

"Yeah, I'm distracted." Callie hoped she'd drop it soon.

"Ladies." Mark sat down and opened a chocolate milk. He looked at the two women and caught the awkward buzz in the air. "What did I miss?"

"Torres is being weird." Yang offered.

"Really? About what?" Mark tucked in to his roast beef sandwich.

"How she saved her hooker." Yang continued

"Oh no, not her hooker. Her hooker with a heart of gold?" Mark grinned until he realized that Callie wasn't grinning at all. In fact, she looked a little pale.

Callie stood up. "I just remembered I, uh, have a thing." She gestured awkwardly with her hands and hurried out.

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Olivia was staring up at the white ceiling tiles. She couldn't believe she'd told her doctor everything...the whole story, the whole truth. It felt good to come clean that way. She hadn't spoken her real name in weeks. And when those dark eyes brightened and said, "Nice to meet you, Detective Olivia Benson", she felt her heart skip a beat. And when she wrapped her warm hand around hers in a firm shake...she thought it had stopped beating altogether for a minute.

Then she heard someone at the door. She hoped it was Dr. Torres. It wasn't.

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