Title: Miami Heat (2/?)

Author: laurenxx3 (iheartcallietorres on ff)

Pairing: Callie/Arizona

Rating: PG-13 (subject to change)

Summary: AU - Callie's sister is marrying Arizona's brother.

Disclaimer: You know the drill. All characters belong to Shonda Rhimes/ABC. I don't own anything. Any similarities to real life situations/persons are purely coincidental. Not for profit; for entertainment purposes only.

A/N: I have absolutely NO medical knowledge beyond what I see/hear on Grey's Anatomy, so forgive me of any medical-related errors. Also, this is un-beta'd, so all mistakes are mine. Please let me know if you come across any, but I'm pretty OCD about grammar and spelling, so there shouldn't be too many mistakes. As always, comments are much appreciated (and will encourage me to write more fics in the future - *hint, hint*).

A/N2: I'm skewing the timeline because I can. =P

[Arizona's POV]

I'd had to stifle my groan of appreciation as Callie's bathing suit-clad body had been revealed to me. I could tell she was nervous, but she needn't be. I almost told her just how sexy I found her, but I managed to, miraculously, stop myself.

The water was cool and refreshing as the waves crashed over my feet and calves. I glanced back over my shoulder to see Callie only a few feet back, her eyes meeting mine. "Water's nice," I said lamely to break the silence as I moved even further out to where the waves reached my waist. I sunk lower to emerge my entire torso in the water, then standing once again.

I noticed Callie swallow and nod. "Yeah," she said, adverting her eyes to the horizon. She cleared her throat and suddenly dove into the water. She surfaced several yards ahead of me, pushing her black hair out of her face. The water lapped just beneath her breasts, torturing me.

We lazed about in the water for a bit, not talking. But the silence was comfortable, like we'd known each other for years instead of hours. Finally, Callie announced that she was headed back to the beach to lay in the sun for a bit and I followed.

"I could so fall asleep right now," I said a few moments later. We lay on our towels, Callie on her stomach, me on my back.

"Hmm," Callie responded, sounding half asleep. I glanced over at her, grinning at the relaxed expression on her face. Her eyes were closed, her hair pulled back into a knot.

"Don't fall asleep," I teased.

A small smile formed on her lips. "I only did that once when I was about thirteen. Fell asleep on the beach in the sun. Trust me, I learned to never do that again."

"Sunburn?"

She opened her eyes and lifted her head slightly. "Oh, yeah. Second degree burns on my back and legs. Couldn't lay on my back for three weeks. Hurt so bad, my doctor had to give me pain medication to be able to sleep."

I grimaced. "Ouch."

She nodded and checked her cell phone, which she'd placed under her cover up. "We should probably get showered and dressed for dinner," she said, moving to stand.

"But I'm so comfortable," I protested with a pout.

She laughed as she pulled her cover up over her head. I pouted then for an entirely different reason, but she didn't have to know that.

"Come on," she insisted, reaching down to help me up. I took her hand and she pulled me to my feet, then let go. I already knew that this next week was going to be hell trying to keep my hands off Callie Torres.

::*::*::*::

[Callie's POV]

I had a hard time not thinking of Arizona in the shower. It's been way too long since I last had sex. I was acting like a horny teenager and I barely knew the woman!

Chiding myself for the direction of my not so innocent thoughts, I quickly showered, dried myself and my hair, then dressed in a knee-length dress. The dress was black with red embellishments and sleeveless, which paired with bright red heels and simple diamond stud earrings. I kept my makeup relatively simple, lightly lining my eyes and using a bit of mascara, but went with a red lipstick. I quickly ran a flat iron through my hair, leaving the glossy strands down to frame my face. I leaned back from the mirror and took in my appearance, nodding in satisfaction.

Glancing at my watch and noting that we'd need to leave soon to be at the restaurant on time, I grabbed my purse and exited my bedroom. I knocked lightly on Arizona's door.

"Come in," I heard her call out. I opened the door and poked my head inside. She sat on the edge of the bed, slipping black high heels onto her feet. She glanced up at smiled at me.

I cleared my throat. "Uh, we should be leaving in about five minutes," I told her, face flushing.

She nodded and stood, smoothing out her blue silk dress across her middle. "Is this okay?" she asked, nervous. "I wasn't sure how dressy I should be." She turned and looked herself over in the mirror.

"That's perfect," I said, studying the way the material perfectly showcased her body.

She let out a breath of relief. "Good," she said, grabbing her shawl and purse. She turned and looked at me where I stood in the doorway and smiled. "You look beautiful, by the way."

I blushed slightly and smiled. "Thank you," I murmured. "So do you."

She grinned. "Shall we?"

I stepped back from the doorway and let her exit the room. "Is everyone else meeting us there?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, opening the front door. "Aria called and said she and our parents were already there."

Arizona nodded and we got into my rental car. "I've already met your mother," she said. "She was very nice. And, of course, I've met Aria."

We made it to the restaurant with five minutes to spare and entered the building. "Torres," I said, giving the maitre d' the name of the reservation. He nodded and showed us to the table that my parents, Aria, and who I assumed were Danny and Danny's parents were already seated.

"Ah, there they are," my mother said, standing to greet us. Introductions were quickly made and we sat at the table. There'd only been two seats left, next to each other, so I was sitting between Aria and Arizona. Not that I minded.

I was astonished at the resemblance between Danny and Arizona. They both had the blond hair of their mother, Laura Robbins, and the bright blue eyes of their father, Colonel Daniel Robbins, Sr.

"I'd like to propose a toast," my father said after the wine had been poured. Everyone quieted and looked expectantly at him. "To the lovely couple. Mija," he turned to Aria, beaming with pride, "you've managed to find an honorable man that I know without a doubt will make you happy. And you've done so without compromising your beliefs. Your mother and I are so proud of you."

Aria glowed, tears swimming in her eyes.

My father turned to Danny. "I'm so happy that my little girl has found such a wonderful young man to spend the rest of her life with." Danny smiled and wrapped his arm around Aria's shoulders. I clenched my teeth, receiving my father's silent message loud and clear: I hope my other daughter finds a man as well. He kept trying to make me straight since I'd revealed that I was dating a women nearly two years ago. When he'd gotten word that that relationship had ended, he'd promptly asked if it was because I'd fallen in love with a man.

"Let us toast to the happy couple."

We clinked our glasses together and I took a gulp of the wine in attempt to calm myself. The last thing I wanted to do was cause a scene in front of Arizona. And it was Aria's time to shine. My father knew that and used it to his advantage.

"Calliope, mija, now that Aria's finally settling down, don't you think it's time you do the same?" he asked, staring at me from across the table. "I want grandkids before I'm too old to enjoy them."

"Then you should be bugging Aria about having babies," I said, voice laced with false sweetness. "She's the one getting married, after all."

My father sighed and my mother patted his arm, leaning over to whisper something into his ear. My mother had always been on my side. She'd been the one to convince my father to end the silence and reinstate my trust fund. I'd always be thankful for her interference.

I glanced at Arizona and saw her looking at me curiously. I just shook my head slightly and picked up my wine glass, taking another sip.

"I just want you to be happy, mija," my father finally said, breaking the awkward silence that fell upon the table.

"Who says I'm not happy?" I asked, brow furrowed slightly. "I have a great job that I'm highly successful at, great friends and plenty of time to settle down. I'm only 33, Daddy."

"Aria's 28 and already getting married," he pointed out.

"And? It's not a competition." I glanced over to Aria for help. She was biting her lip, something we both did when we were thinking.

"Daddy," she started off, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Can we discuss something else? It's not exactly dinner conversation."

Aria's statement worked like a charm. My father never wanted to be thought of as anything less than polite, especially in front of guests. "Of course, mijas. Lo siento. I'm sorry. So, Danny, you're in the military, right?"

Danny nodded. "Yes, sir. U.S. Marine Corps."

"Like father, like son," Laura Robbins said proudly, glancing between her husband and son.

Conversation flowed, but I remained quiet, silently stewing on the inside while placing a fake smile on my face. I noticed Arizona glancing at me out of the corner of my face every few seconds, as if she knew what was going on inside my head.

Finally, I couldn't take holding it all in anymore and quickly excused myself to the bathroom. The door barely closed behind me before the tears fell. Damn him! Why did he always need to push like that? And in front of people he knew I couldn't defend myself in front of.

I angrily ripped a paper towel out of the dispenser and wiped my eyes, thankful that no one else was in the bathroom.

As soon as I finished that thought, the door opened. I blinked my eyes in attempt to stop my tears, not wanting anyone to see me cry. I glanced up at the mirror, surprised and embarrassed to see that it was Arizona who'd entered the room.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey," I breathed out.

"Are you okay?"

I laughed bitterly. "Just peachy," I snapped, then slumped a bit when I noted her wince. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm just…" I sighed and turned to face her, leaning back against the sink. "He just really gets to me sometimes."

Arizona nodded and took a few steps towards me. "It sounds like he just wants you to be happy, though."

I crossed my arms and shook my head. "He wants me to be happy his way. And that's just not going to happen, so…" I shrugged and looked to the side. "I'm never going to measure up to Aria."

"What are you talking about?"

I sighed. "Nothing," I said. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to tell you all my problems. You don't want to hear all this."

I sensed movement and looked up to see Arizona standing only a few feet away from me. I sucked in a quick breath when she lifted her hands and placed them on my bare shoulders, sending chills down my spine. Her blue eyes met mine and I stood transfixed by their depth.

"I know we've only known each other for half a day, but I've already come to think of you as a… friend," she said. "And I can already tell that you're an amazing woman, Calliope Torres."

I couldn't even correct her for using my full name. It was so sexy rolling off her lips.

"And when you open yourself up to love, I know that there will be people lining up for you," she finished.

I chuckled slightly. "How can you be so sure of that?" I asked.

She looked at me expectantly and, before I could even register her movement, her lips met mine in a soft kiss. I stood there in stunned silence for a few seconds before I returned the kiss, my eyes closing. After only seconds, she pulled away. I opened my eyes, still stunned. She grinned, dimples in full use. "I'm positive of that, Calliope."

With that, she turned and left the bathroom, letting the door close softly behind her. Still in shock, I stood there for a few moments before I snapped myself out of my daze. Arizona Robbins had just kissed me in a bathroom. Maybe this dinner wasn't so bad after all.

::*::*::*::

[Arizona's POV]

Kissing Calliope—since hearing her father call her by her full name, I couldn't help but think of her as Calliope as opposed to Callie—had not been my intention when I'd followed the obviously distressed woman into the bathroom. I know we've known each other for less than a day, but I'd felt a connection to her the moment I'd seen her standing in that dress shop. Seeing her so clearly upset over her conversation with her father had really gotten to me. It hadn't been difficult for me to guess at the hidden conversation lying beneath the audible one. It seems, by Calliope's reaction to the kiss, that I'd been correct in my theory that she'd recently come out to him and he was less than thrilled.

I returned to the table, Aria shooting me a look. She leaned over Calliope's still empty seat and motioned to me. I leaned over. "Is she okay?" she whispered into my ear.

"I think she'll be fine," I whispered back. "She was upset, but I think I was able to cheer her up."

Aria pulled back, a knowing grin on her face, but nodded.

Calliope returned to the table shortly after and, as hard as it was, we were able to successfully pretend that nothing had happened. I laughed at something Maria, Calliope and Aria's mother, said. Calliope was deep in conversation with Aria and Danny. My parents and Carlos were conversing about military life. Things were smooth for the rest of dinner. I kept a close eye on Calliope, concerned. She was animated with everyone at the table, except her father. Whenever he'd ask her a question, she'd just give short answers, then change the subject. It was obvious she was still angry, but was doing her best to not create a scene.

"Are you sure you don't mind us staying with you?" my mother asked as we stood outside after dinner, about to make our way back to the Torres estate. "It's no problem for us to just get a hotel room."

"You'll do no such thing," Maria insisted. "We have plenty of room. It's no trouble at all."

My mother finally relented and turned to me. "Are you riding back with us, honey?"

I glanced over at Calliope, who shrugged. "I think I'll ride with Callie," I said. "Keep her company."

My mother nodded and kissed my forehead, telling me that she'd see us back at the house.

"You don't have to," Calliope said once we were alone. "If you want to ride with them, I understand." I could tell she was trying to put on a brave front.

"I want to ride with you," I said, being honest. I brushed her hand with mine, letting my fingers trail over hers before stepping to the passenger side of her car. I grinned at her over the hood. She gave me a small smile.

"I'm sorry about my dad," she said once inside. "I really wish he wouldn't do stuff like that. He knew that I wouldn't be able to argue, so he went for it."

I turned to study her as she drove. "It really gets to you, doesn't it?"

She inhaled deeply. "You could say that. I wish he'd just let me live my life the way I want to."

We rode the rest of the way in silence. I really wanted to ask more questions, but didn't was to pry. So I stayed silent. Once back at the house, my parents immediately retired to their room, claiming exhaustion from their flight. Calliope's parents also called it a night.

That left the four of us, Danny, Aria, Calliope and I, alone. After changing into more comfortable attire, Aria suggested we watch a movie in the basement. At first I was confused, but that quickly turned to understanding when Calliope explained that they had an 82 inch flat screen TV and a state of the art home theatre system. Why was I not surprised?

We agreed on a movie—Eat, Pray, Love on Blu-Ray—, Danny grumbling about being outvoted by three women, but readily cuddling up next to Aria on the love seat. I grinned at my brother's obvious love of Aria. Calliope went up to the kitchen during the previews to get some snacks and drinks, returning with arms loaded with popcorn, chips, M&M's and four bottled waters. After depositing the food and handing out the drinks, she settled into the corner of the same couch I sat on, turning so that her feet were propped up on the middle cushion. I mirrored her pose as the opening credits started.

I couldn't get over how sexy Calliope was, even in simple red cotton shorts and a white tank top. I glanced down at my own attire, pink pajama shorts with Tinker Bell on them and a white, short-sleeved fitted t-shirt, and grimaced. Sexy, right?

Halfway through the movie, Calliope got up and walked to a closet, grabbing something from inside and returning to the couch. I noted that she was carrying a light blanket. It was then I realized how cold it was in the room. I glanced over at Danny and Aria and noted that they were already curled up under a blanket.

Calliope returned to the couch and spread the blanket over her, glancing over at me. "Are you cold?" she whispered.

"A little," I replied. She tossed the other end of the large blanket towards me, allowing me to spread it over myself. "Thanks," I said. She nodded and resumed her original position.

Ten minutes later, I felt the need to stretch out a bit, my muscles tensing from sitting in the same position for so long. I carefully stretched out my legs to lay back. In the process, I accidentally nudged Calliope's bare thigh with my bare foot. "Sorry," I whispered, not wanting her to think I'd done it on purpose.

She shifted, allowing me to stretch out, letting her own legs stretch out in the process. I smiled gratefully at her and she smiled back. I returned my attention to the movie. A short while later, Calliope shifted again, causing me to gasp slightly when her bare leg came into contact with my own, and stayed there. I glanced over to Danny and Aria to see if they'd noticed my gasp, but they were engrossed in the movie. I shifted my gaze to Calliope whose gaze was focused on the TV.

So I shifted slightly, this time causing our legs to entangle a bit more under the blanket. I noticed Calliope lick her lips, never adverting her gaze from the TV. I really wanted to know what was going on inside her head.

::*::*::*::

[Callie's POV]

When I'd first shifted and out legs had touched, I had nearly pulled away, but had decided not to just to see how Arizona would react. I could feel her gaze on me as I pretended to be focused on the TV. It's a good thing I've seen this movie before because I haven't been paying attention since Arizona's foot first accidentally brushed against my thigh.

Then, when Arizona had shifted again and our legs had come into full contact with one another, I'd nearly groaned aloud. My heart had started to race and I had to bit my lip in order to not make a sound.

Arizona returned her gaze to the TV and we teased each other through the rest of the movie, slowly shifting until, by time the ending credits were rolling, our legs were fully entangled under the blanket in a way that could definitely not be taken as mere friendship.

Aria and Danny stood as Arizona and I booth sat up straight, not wanting them to notice our close proximity. "Well, I think it's time to call it a night," Aria said, taking Danny's hand and leading him towards the stairs. We said our goodnights and they left, leaving Arizona and I alone.

I suddenly felt really hot, so I threw the blanket off me and stood to turn off the movie. Really, I just needed an excuse to separate myself from Arizona for a bit to clear my head so I didn't jump her bones right then and there.

"Good movie," Arizona said from the couch. I glanced over my shoulder at her.

"Yeah," I said. "Julia Roberts is pretty hot." I immediately looked away and groaned inwardly. I hadn't meant to say that aloud. Damnit.

Arizona chuckled and I sensed movement. "She's okay, but I tend to prefer brunettes," she said. She was now standing right next to me, leaning against the wood of the entertainment center. I licked my lips and eyed her carefully. "Specifically, tall brunettes with a tanned complexion, dark eyes and full lips. Any idea where I can find someone like that?"

I gulped slightly, completely transfixed, once again, by the incredible depth of Arizona's bright blue eyes. And, as if pulled by magnets, we moved slowly closer to one another. I felt my heart race and my breathing quicken at the anticipation of feeling her lips against mine once again.

Our lips barely touched when the door at the top of the steps was opened and we heard someone coming down the stairs.

Like two guilty teenagers, we sprang apart. Arizona reached for the blanket that had fallen to the floor and began to fold it and I turned to take the Blu-Ray disk out and place it back in it's case. I glanced up to see who dared interrupt us, sighing when I saw that it was Aria.

"Hey, do either of you have any plans tomorrow?" she asked when she'd reached the bottom of the stairs.

I glanced over at Arizona, who shook her head. "No, why?" I asked.

"Danny and I were planning on taking the yacht out tomorrow if the weather was nice and wanted to see if you both wanted to join us."

I looked expectantly at Arizona to see if she was interested.

"Sounds like fun," she answered, tossing the now folded blanket on the arm of the couch.

Aria turned to me. "Callie?"

"Uh, yeah," I managed to get out. "Sounds great. What time?"

"We're leaving here to head to the marina at nine," she answered.

I nodded. "Okay."

"Goodnight!" Aria called out as she retreated up the stairs.

I cleared my throat and turned to face Arizona, a tense silence overcoming us. I finally broke the silence. "Well, we should, um, get to bed. Early morning and all that."

"Right," Arizona agreed, heading towards the stairs. I took a moment to turn off all the equipment and flick off the lights, then followed her, catching up to her as she was going up the stairs leading to the second level. She stopped once standing in front of the guest room door and glanced at me. "Good night, Calliope," she said with a small smile.

"Good night," I replied with a grin of my own. What I really wanted to do was walk over to her and kiss her, but couldn't work up the courage just yet.

She nodded once and pushed open the door, disappearing behind it as she pulled it closed behind her. I let out the breath I'd been holding as I entered my own room and shut the door, leaning back against it. I let my mind wander over that day's events, astonished by the strong, immediate connection that I'd felt to this complete stranger. This was weird, even for me. I may have a habit of falling for people too quickly, but less than a day was insane. This had heartbreak written all over it. If I were smart, I'd avoid any more intimate contact with this woman I barely knew, right?

My brain answered right, but my heart screamed out that I was wrong. And, being Calliope Iphigenia Torres, of course my heart over powered my head. It always does. I just hoped that my heart wouldn't lead to hurt this time.