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Chapter 2

..::Callie's POV::..

'Well, that was nice,' I think to myself about the encounter that I just had with a blonde haired, blue eyed beauty. I guess I have a thing for those, huh? Driving to the hospital, I sigh in frustration. I had just left the hospital about a half hour ago. I didn't even get a chance to get a nap in.

"Arizona" I say out loud to myself, "Arizoooona...hmm...it feels good on my lips." I continue. I laugh at how ridiculous I must sound right now. She was just a nice lady at a gas station…with gorgeous dimples, and impossible blue eyes…'Whoa, Callie. You'll never even see this girl again.' I think to myself as I pull into the hospital parking lot. Getting out of my car, I can't help smile as her dimpled grin pops into my head again.

….

"Alright, Karev, what do we got?" I ask Alex, rolling up the sleeves of my white coat.

"Uhhh, Male. 27. With compound fractures to the left tibia, right ulna. A broken fibula on the right and at least four broken ribs." he finishes.

"Wow, what happened to him?" I say checking the patient's eyes. He's extremely quite, he looks a little out of it and I have no idea how this guy is not screaming to the top of his lungs—let alone, conscious.

"Dirt bike accident. He's loaded with morphine if you're wondering why he's so calm. " Karev states.

"Crap, okay we have to go now. He has open wounds and since he was in dirt, we have to hurry in order to lower the risk of an infection. Call OR 3 and tell them we're coming up. Uhh, what's his name?" I tell Karev.

"I called already, and this is Mr…" Karev trails off, looking through the patient's chart. "Timothy Robbins."

"Ok, Timothy," I say looking at the patient, "We're gonna get you up to surgery, alright?" I ask him.

Receiving something that resembled a nod, we proceeded to the OR. This was going to be a long one.

::..Arizona's POV..::

Rushing into the waiting room at Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital, I see Sammy, Jack and my nephew Ryder.

I run over to them, "What happened, Jack? Is he okay?" I all but scream at Sammy's brother and my brother's best friend.

"Yeah, just a lot of broken bones, they took him into surgery just now. We were at the…" he tells me. He continues talking, but I don't hear anything else. I'm just so relieved that my brother is alive. "..and when Tim was up in the air, he lost control of the bike and came crashing down in the dirt. All I could do was grab Ry so that he wouldn't see." Jack finishes.

Dirt biking is something that my brother loves. When he become a young dad at 23, he came to the conclusion that he was going to leave to army. He wanted to stay and fight for his country, follow in our father's foot steps, but he said he couldn't risk getting hurt now that he was going to be a father. I knew that was a hard choice for him and I could see him getting frustrated at times, but he was the man our parents raised and I could not have been more proud. He got into dirk biking to rid of the frustration , and it always seemed to clear his mind. He said he felt free and all of his troubles vanished when he was in the air. Now, at 27, he has a real estate company, a 4 year old and a fiancée, and he still rides dirt bikes in his free time. Sammy hates it, but he loves it and my nephew loves it too.

"Wait, Ryder was there too?" I ask. Walking over to my nephew. Jack nods.

"Hey, Double R," I say, picking him up. Double R is a nickname I call him sometimes. He sometimes calls me Double A (Ryder Robbins, Auntie Arizona). "That must have been pretty scary to see your Dad like that, huh?"

He nods his head. "Is he gonna be alright?" he asks me.

"He's gonna be just fine." I tell him. When he hears this, he smiles wide, revealing those Robbins' dimples. His hair is jet black like Sammy's, but he has the bluest eyes you could imagine.

"How long did they say the surgery was going to take?" I asked.

"A few hours, maybe more." Sammy tells me, running a hand through her hair. "Arizona, will you stay? I have to get Ryder home, he hasn't eaten and he's covered in dirt." she asks me.

"Of course, you guys go and I'll keep you updated, okay?" I assure her.

"Okay, thanks." She tells me, "C'mon little man, let's get you cleaned up and fed. We'll come back later." She says, grabbing Ryder's hand.

"See ya Uncle Jack. See ya Double A." Ryder says.

"Alright, little guy, we'll see ya later." I say as they walk to the elevator.

…

Three and a half hours later, I'm making my way back to the waiting room. Jack left an hour ago and I was hungry so I decided to find something light to eat. When I got back into the waiting room, it was empty. I took a seat and pulled out my phone. A few minutes later, I see a doctor walk in, I'm relieved to see a familiar face.

"Hey, Arizona. It's great to see you!" she says to me. "I just heard…don't worry, Tim's strong." she says

"Hey, Teddy! It's so good to see you too," I say, putting my phone into my pocket. "And thanks, I'll tell Tim you said that." I tell her. Teddy is a friend of mine that works here at the hospital. We met through Tim and they met through a mutual friend that had been in the army. We hadn't talked in some time, but it was good to see her.

"I didn't realize that it was Tim until I put two and two together. I know how he likes the dirk bikes." she says to me with a small chuckle.

"Yeah, I know. How have you been?" I ask her.

"Good. Everything is great here and my life seems to be going pretty smooth. How about you? How's life over at Mayo?" she asks me.

"Well, I'm actually at Seattle Presbyterian now and it's umm, it's…work," I laugh.

"You hate it." she states plainly.

"Maybe a teensy bit." I say, holding up my hand. My index finger and thumb close together to show how much.

"Man, that's not goo—" we're cut off when Teddy's pager beeps. She looks down at it and looks back up at me with an apologetic smile. "Duty calls, I'll stop by his room later. Good to see you Arizona." she says, coming in for a hug.

"Likewise." I say, hugging her back. Teddy and I had been really close at one point but we sorta drifted apart over the years. No real reason for it, work and life got in the way, I guess.

I sit back down, and go back to looking at medical articles on my phone. A few minutes later, I hear the door open again, figuring it was another patient's family member, I decided it'd be pointless to look up.

"Umm, are you here for Timothy Robbins?" I hear someone say.

Looking up, I'm met with beautiful brown eyes. My breath catches in my throat. 'Gorgeous Gas station girl. What's she doing here? Crap, what was her name, what was her name…' I think to myself. With all of this going on with Tim, I totally forgot about my run in with the breathtakingly stunning Latina in front of me. One look, though, and the butterflies were back.

Realizing that I'm staring, mouth ajar, I pull myself together, "Yeah, th-that's me. I'm here for Tim." I say, standing.

She looks at me and I can tell that she's just as surprised as I am. "Well alright, Ms. Arizona Robbins." she says with a shy smirk, "Follow me."

As I follow her out of the waiting room, I can't help the smile that forms on my lips. 'She remembered my name!'

A/N: Tell me whatcha think, watcha really, really think. I said a tell me whatcha think, whatcha really, really think! (a lil bit of Spice for ya minds lol) No really, what'd you think?