Wow! I am stunned by the response to the first chapter! Thank you so much for all of the reviews! I really hope this next one doesn't disappoint. I'm so sorry for the wait, but school comes first, and this semester was insane. Fortunately, I have officially finished for the summer, and am taking a few weeks off before I head back to work!

"What do you mean, you didn't kiss her?" Tim asked, taking a sip of his beer.

Arizona plopped down at the other end of the couch, turning so she could rest her feet on her brother's lap. "I mean, we didn't kiss. We just had coffee."

"You were gone for three hours. That's quite the cup of coffee," Tim remarked, glaring at the pink-polished toes perched on his jeans.

"It was a few cups," Arizona conceded, wiggling her toes to further irritate her brother.

"But, seriously? No kissing at all? Your dates almost always leave your room the following morning with epic sex hair. And now you have a date that didn't end with even a little smooching?"

"Smooching? What are you, five? Or seventy-five? No one uses that word anymore." Arizona laughed. "And it wasn't a date."

"It was totally a date. Did you see the way she looked at you?"

"She looked at me?" Arizona asked, almost as if she had no idea how beautiful she was.

"Are you serious? She looked at you the way I look at an '65 Aston Martin DB6."

"You drool at that car."

"Exactly. She looked just about ready to devour you."

Arizona couldn't help but blush. "I'd probably have let her, to be honest."

Tim shuddered. "I was speaking metaphorically. I really didn't need that mental image. But, speaking of, um, eating things," he said, cringing, "you bailed on our taco plans for three hours of coffee with a pretty girl, so you should buy me pizza."

"Fine," Arizona grumbled, pulling out her phone to place the order. She then looked up at her brother with a lovestruck grin. "She really is pretty, isn't she?"

"You're gross already," Tim said, shoving Arizona's feet off his lap so he could grab another beer.

XXX

Callie rolled her eyes as she downed a shot of tequila. Hours breezed by as she got to know the blonde mechanic now occupying her every thought, only for it to be cut far too short by incessant texts and calls from Addison and Mark wondering why she wasn't at Joe's yet. They went to Joe's every Friday. They probably were worried that something happened to her. Still, Callie was annoyed with them.

She decided she needed another shot.

Mark slid onto the barstool beside the brunette, noticing the the three empty shot glasses beside her. "Slow down, Cal. You've only been here for like 15 minutes. You can't dance with hot chicks if you can't stay upright."

Mark had a point, but there was only one hot chick Callie wanted to be dancing with. Even though she was decidedly not there, she was all Callie could think about. Arizona made her head spin. It was probably due to tachycardia induced by the intense attraction and anxiety, which resulted in dizziness and near syncope, but even after they'd parted ways she still felt a little woozy. She could almost see that smile, and, God, those dimples. And her piercing blue eyes–

"How much tequila have you had, Callie?" Addison asked, plopping herself onto a barstool. "You're grinning like the cheshire cat."

Callie tried, but couldn't shake the smile for long enough to deny it.

"This isn't her drunk smile. Is it that mechanic? Did you sleep with her?" Mark leaned over with his elbow on the bar.

"You are obsessed with sex! No, I did not sleep with her. I was, however, getting to know her over coffee when you guys started spamming my phone. And, by the way, why does my phone now play Whistle by Flo Rida when you call?" Callie glared at Mark.

"'Cause you blow my whistle, baby." Mark said with a suggestive grin.

Callie swatted him in the back of the head, knocking the smirk right off his smug face. "If whistle is a euphemism for what I think it is, I do not!"

"You used to," Mark countered.

"Fuck off, Sloan."

"Ooh, coffee? How did it go?" Addison asked, deftly changing the subject.

"It was great. Amazing, even. We were getting to know each other and then, out of nowhere," Callie looked pointedly at Mark. "Whistle started playing, and when I tried to explain why you wouldn't stop calling, she decided that she'd hate to keep me from my friends. So now I'm stuck here with you two, and not with a gorgeous blonde."

"She's blonde? You're going for another blonde?" Mark asked.

The brunette rolled her eyes and ordered another round of tequila shots for the trio.

"Are you going to see her again?" Addison asked, ignoring Mark.

"I don't know. I mean, I want to. I– I really want to. She gave me her number," Callie said.

"Text her!" Addison replied, reaching for the tequila shots.

Callie decided that after a few more rounds of liquid courage, when she was significantly less sober and inhibited, she'd take Addison's advice.

XXX

Halfway through a pizza and a movie, Arizona's phone buzzed.

Hi! It's Callie. I wanna see you again. Tomorrow?

"Oh my god, she wants to see me again!" Arizona was beaming.

"Can you please stop squealing? I'm trying to watch a movie," Tim said.

"First of all, I do not squeal. Second of all, this movie sucks," Arizona huffed.

"Yes, you do squeal, and yes, it does suck, but ScarJo is in it so we agreed we'd watch it anyway." Tim finished off his second beer, opening a third.

"What do I do?" Arizona asked. "If I reply now, will I seem desperate?"

"I don't know. I'm not a girl," Tim replied. "And you are desperate."

"I am not desperate!" Arizona rolled her eyes. "I got drinks with a girl last week. I think her name was Sarah or Stella or something."

"Her name was Sierra."

"Whatever," Arizona said. "Wait, how do you know that?"

"Who do you think gave her breakfast? You're welcome, by the way." Tim looked smug.

Arizona shrugged. "That doesn't matter. I'm not seeing her again. What do I do about Callie?"

"You really like her, don't you?" Tim tilted his head, watching his sister blush. "It's been awhile since you actually wanted to date."

"Date is a strong word," Arizona said, still trepidatious after everything with Joanne. "But Calliope is different. She's special."

"Well, I'm glad. Maybe she can reform you and you won't be such a floozy."

"Shut up!" Arizona pushed Tim into the couch by his shoulder. "But seriously, try to emulate your inner girl. Do I reply yet?"

"Look, Teddy will be here in the morning to drop Ollie off. We're having breakfast. You could ask her then?" Tim was at least trying.

"I can't wait that long," Arizona huffed. She decided to reply, desperation be damned.

Hey, Calliope! I'd love to see you again, too. When tomorrow were you thinking?

"By the way, who is going to cook this breakfast? You and Teddy are helpless in the kitchen."

"Well, seeing as you're Ollie's favorite aunt…" Tim shot Arizona a pleading smile.

"I'm his only aunt." Arizona raised an eyebrow.

"Not forever. At least one of Teddy's brothers will get married someday."

"I'll see what I can do," Arizona said. Of course she would make Ollie breakfast. She loved her nephew and she'd just gotten a new cookie cutter so they could make rocket-shaped pancakes.

Her phone chimed.

I don't know if I'll be awake in the morning. I'm a little buzzzzed right now, tbh.

Arizona laughed, and turned the phone towards Tim. "I think I'm getting drunk texted," she said with a laugh.

"Are they dirty drunk texts?" Tim asked, biting into another piece of pepperoni pizza.

"No, definitely not," Arizona said with a laugh. "She said she was going to a bar with friends."

"That's no fun," Tim said, before turning his attention back to the film.

If we make plans, are you going to remember them in the morning?

How could I possibly forget plans with the prettiest girl I've ever seen in my entire life?

Arizona couldn't stop grinning at her phone. She didn't know why a simple drunken compliment from Callie Torres made her feel what could only be described as the human embodiment of the heart eyes emoji.

So she sent three of them along with her reply.

Oh, Calliope, you're very sweet. Lunch? Or is that too early?

Lunch is great, and you are great, so its gonna be like the greatest.

Arizona couldn't help but giggle at that response.

Tim glared at her from the other end of the couch. Sure, he was happy that Arizona was ridiculously happy again, a state she hadn't been in for quite some time, but it was still a little annoying.

"Tim, look, she sent me a heart emoji!" Arizona was practically bouncing up and down.

Scratch that. It was a lot annoying.

XXX

Callie looked like crap. She had no idea why she agreed to lunch at noon when she stumbled through the doorway of her apartment at half past three the night before. She managed to get into her bedroom, and quickly fell asleep face down on her bed. She woke up in wrinkled clothes from the night before to find makeup smeared across her face and pillow and only 23 minutes before she needed to meet Arizona. She had half a mind to cancel, but the image of the blonde's blue eyes filled with disappointment convinced her otherwise. So Callie did her best to pull herself together.

As a daughter of a Marine, Arizona simply couldn't not be early. She'd been up since 7, filled with nervous excitement. Thankfully Ollie, with the energy of an almost four-year-old, kept her mind off things, and she kept him from noticing his parents fighting. Even though they'd split up soon after Ollie was born, Tim and Teddy were generally amicable. But Teddy was getting pretty serious with a guy who worked at the garage, Henry, and that was causing some friction. From what Arizona understood of her brother who'd never be caught expressing his feelings, Tim didn't want to be with Teddy anymore, but he wasn't okay with the idea of Teddy seriously seeing anyone else.

Arizona was trying to look nonchalant on her phone in the booth of the diner she chose, knowing that breakfast for lunch was her favorite option when she was hungover. Hopefully Callie would agree.

Everything with Callie felt different – like she was experiencing it all for the first time again. Arizona had a formidable dating history, but nothing had ever felt like this. Even serious relationships, which she'd sworn off years before, never started out feeling like this. It was overwhelming, and confusing, and terrifying, and for some reason she never wanted it to end.

But what if this ended badly? What if she had to move across the country to piece herself together again? What if something that started so quickly and with such intensity could only end the same way?

Every one of Arizona's worries vanished as she saw a sleepy looking Callie push open the door. She couldn't help but appreciate the dark jeans that hugged Callie's bottom as she scanned the room for Arizona.

The mechanic wondered if she'd imagined the twinkle in Callie's eyes as she caught sight of Arizona. Her smile would say otherwise.

"Sorry," Callie said, grinning and pulling off her jacket, setting it on the vacant side of the booth with her purse. "I slept late and I didn't really have time to pull myself together much."

Even breathless and frazzled, Calliope Torres was nothing short of miraculous.

"You could've fooled me," Arizona said with a dimpled grin.

Callie sat across from Arizona and took in the sight of her for the first time. She averted her eyes and fiddled with the menu a second later. Looking at Arizona, she'd concluded, was much like looking at the sun – overwhelming, consuming, blinding, and breathtaking. "You look, um, I–"

"I look different out of my work clothes. I know," Arizona said, surveying her own appearance. She adjusted the neckline of her dark blue blouse. "It's nice to get out of my work jeans."

"Do you have to wear jeans to work?" Callie asked, taking a sip of the coffee Arizona had ordered her. She even remembered how Callie took it, unsweetened with a dash of half-and-half. She smiled into her mug.

"Oh, absolutely. Jeans are a must. There's so many things I could scrape or cut my legs on. I'm supposed to wear long sleeves, too, but we live in Miami. I'm pretty sure I'd die of heatstroke if I did." Arizona took a sip of hot chocolate, and managed to get a bit of whipped cream on the very tip of her nose.

Callie tried to stifle a giggle. How could someone be so sexy and so cute at the same time?

"What?" Arizona asked.

"You have a little whipped cream," Callie said, hesitantly reaching across the table, her fingertips brushing across Arizona's cheek as she used the pad of her thumb to wipe her nose clean.

Locking eyes, Arizona shivered. Since when did the tip of her nose make her feel weak at the knees? Maybe it wasn't her nose. Maybe it was Callie.

"Got it," she murmured, keeping her fingers on Arizona's cheek for a few seconds longer than she should have.

"Thanks," Arizona said, catching Callie's hand as she pulled away, using a napkin to wipe her thumb clean before gently taking the hand in hers.

Arizona never liked holding hands. Her ex-girlfriend would take her hand as a public display of possession, like Arizona belonged to her. She didn't mean it badly and she had her own reasons behind it, but still the novelty was lost on Arizona. At least it used to be. Now, she couldn't seem to resist. Callie's hands were perfect. Her fingers were long and elegant, her nails painted dark blue.

They looked like excellent hands for surgery, among other things. Certainly quite perfect for holding. It felt easy.

They only parted hands when the food arrived. Neither of them felt the need to ask the basic small talk questions. There was no ice to be broken. Even the lulls in conversation were filled with stolen glances and blushes and laughs. It was a warm sort of silence.

They sat at the diner for a good couple hours. Callie talked about med school and Arizona talked about the garage. She also spent a good while gushing about Ollie.

Neither one of them wanted to part ways. Arizona offered to walk Callie to her car, and Callie took her hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Where's the T-bird?" Arizona asked, scanning the small parking lot.

"Oh, I took my Audi," Callie said, pointing to a black Q7 parked in front of them.

Arizona abruptly dropped Callie's hand and ran to the car. She began rounding the car to take it in from different angles. "Oh my God! I have such car envy. It's super awesome."

"Um, thanks?" Callie replied, laughing at the blonde's excitement.

"How does it handle? I've always wanted to drive one of these things."

"Um, well, I guess?" Callie replied, watching Arizona gawk at her car.

"So you have two cars?" Arizona asked. The question of how a third year med student could afford two expensive vehicles was on the tip of her tongue, but it felt rude to ask.

"Yeah. The Thunderbird is a two-seater, and isn't practical. I drive my Audi more often."

"I suppose that makes sense," Arizona replied, running her hand along the shiny black exterior.

Callie leaned against the car, smiling at the blonde. "You can drive it sometime if you want."

"Really?" Surprise was written all over the blonde's face. Why would she let someone she just met drive her car? But then again, she wasn't exactly a stranger.

"Of course," Callie replied. "Plus you're a mechanic, so I'm sure my car will be in very good hands."

"I'd really like that," Arizona said with a dimpled grin.

"So, um, uh… Do you have any fun plans tonight?" Callie asked, not wanting to explain how she could afford two cars just yet. She didn't like talking about her parents' money, or her parents, for that matter. Not that they even were on speaking terms.

"Oh, um, actually, I do. My brother and I host a bonfire night in our backyard every now and then. It's pretty casual. We roast hotdogs, make s'mores, and hang out in the backyard. Sometimes people will play the guitar or we'll listen to music." Arizona explained. "Actually, if you're free, I'd love to have you."

"I'd love to go, but I promised my best friend, Addison, we'd do something tonight." Callie's face fell. She'd much rather spend time with Arizona, but Addison would not take a cancelation well. And the thought of facing Arizona's friends was a little daunting. What if they didn't like her? What if everything would just end before it began? "We'll probably end up on my couch with some wine."

"I get it. My brother was a little annoyed that we went for coffee yesterday. He had no one to get tacos with," Arizona said, rolling her eyes with a light laugh.

"Oh, I, um, I didn't know you had plans. We didn't have to get coffee yesterday. We could've gone some other time–"

"Calliope, I made a decision. Coffee with a lady always outweighs tacos with Tim, especially if that lady is as," Arizona paused for a moment, tilting her head and staring into Callie's eyes, "...beautiful as you are."

Between Arizona's compliment and her intense gaze, Callie had to lean against her car to keep her knees from buckling. "I, um.." Callie was moving her mouth, but she just couldn't seem to produce words.

"I should get going. But why don't you bring your friend – Addison, right?"

"Um, I– Yeah. Okay," Callie said, still leaning against her car.

"Super!" Arizona chirped. "I'll text you the address." Arizona brushed her fingers against Callie's as she made her way to her silver Jeep Wrangler. She waved as she got in, and once Callie's knees managed to cooperate, she got into her car.

When the thought of what, exactly, she'd committed her best friend to that evening sunk in, Callie banged her head against the headrest. Callie was by no means outdoorsy, but Addison Adrianne Forbes Montgomery was at a whole different level. And her best friend at a bonfire, hosted by an amazing girl she really wanted to impress, sounded like a recipe for disaster.

What had she just gotten herself into?

XXX

"I can't believe you dragged me to this. You owe me, Callie. Next time I go shopping, you don't get to bail." Addison was adjusting her hair.

Callie nodded, pulling into a small neighborhood. As awful as shopping with Addison was, for Arizona, it was worth it.

"You're not putting up a fight? Wow. She must be special."

Callie couldn't help the smile that creeped up her face, keeping her eyes firmly ahead in hopes that Addison wouldn't notice. "She is really special."

Turning onto Arizona's street, Callie found house 1023, and pulled up against the sidewalk, putting the car in park. There were maybe half a dozen other cars at the house, along with Arizona's silver Jeep Wrangler, which she recognized from the diner parking lot. The house looked small, but it was pretty, painted grey with a white trim and white shutters. There was even a front porch with a porch swing.

Callie made no move to exit the Audi. Rather, she turned towards Addison who was busy inspecting her mascara in the visor mirror.

"What?" Addison said. She didn't need to turn her head to feel Callie's gaze.

"Please behave tonight. I know you don't want to be here, but I really like her, Addie."

"Callie, I have some semblance of tact." Addison looked offended.

"Okay, so no rude comments about mechanics or making fun of this lovely, normal-people house?"

Addison rolled her eyes. "You have my word."

"Good. Shall we?"

Callie exited the car and grabbed the flowers she'd gotten from the back seat, Addison quick on her heels.

After ringing the doorbell, Tim, Arizona's brother opened the door. He looked good out of his work clothes, wearing a pair of cargo shorts and a USMC tee shirt that displayed his impressive biceps. They didn't go unnoticed by Addison.

"Hey! Callie, right? Come on in." Tim shook Callie's hand, with a dimpled smile eerily similar to Arizona's.

"Yes, and this is my best friend, Addison," Callie said, gesturing to the redhead. "Addison, this is Arizona's brother, Tim."

"It's nice to meet you, Addison," Tim said.

He reached his hand out for Addison to shake, but her eyes were transfixed at his musculature. Callie had to nudge her to get a reaction.

"You, too. It's very nice to meet you."

"Help yourselves to drinks. I am guessing those flowers are for Arizona. I think she's out back," Tim said, gesturing to the door just past the kitchen with a smirk.

Callie quickly grabbed Addison by the elbow, speed walking to the back door. She turned towards her best friend. "How do I look? Hot?" Callie shook out her wavy hair.

"Yes. Very," Addison said dismissively. "You neglected to mention that her brother looked like a Ken doll come to life." The redhead craned her neck to catch a glimpse of him.

Callie shrugged. "I'm more into Barbie, I guess."

Sliding open the glass door, they found some guests chatting with drinks in hand. Callie quickly spotted Arizona on the opposite end of the patio, arranging bottles in a cooler. Callie waved at her with a dumb smile plastered across her face.

Arizona's face lit up the minute she caught sight of Callie. "Calliope! You made it," she said, making her way towards them.

Callie wasn't sure how to greet the blonde. Did she want her friends knowing Callie was something more? Was she even something more? Or was she just misreading the situation?

She decided to awkwardly hold the flowers out in front of her. "These are for you."

That question was answered when Arizona accepted the flowers, and stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on Callie's blushing cheek. "They're beautiful," Arizona murmured, sniffing the colorful bouquet.

They were not nearly as beautiful as Arizona.

Callie didn't realize she'd voiced that particular thought until Arizona blushed back at her.

"You're very sweet," Arizona said softly.

They were thrown back into reality when Addison cleared her throat.

Callie had forgotten that her best friend was there. When she was looking at Arizona, it felt like they were the only people in the world.

"Oh, sorry! I'm being an awful host. You must be Addison," Arizona said, shaking the redhead's hand. "It's so nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Addison said, before pointedly smirking at Callie.

"Oh, Callie mentioned you guys like wine," Arizona said. "I got a bottle of white, red, and rosé because I wasn't sure what you liked. They're over there," she said, gesturing to the cooler.

"You didn't have to go to all that trouble. Beer is fine," Callie replied. Her eyes were transfixed at the way Arizona's hair looked in the sun. It was almost golden.

"Speak for yourself," Addison said. "I don't drink fermented wheat water."

Callie shot Addison a death glare, but luckily Arizona didn't even react to her comment.

"I've got to put these lovely flowers in some water," Arizona said. "Care to join me, Calliope? I can even give you a tour."

"That sounds awesome."

Since when did Callie Torres say awesome?

Callie realized Arizona had said that in an attempt to get her alone, but they had no such luck. Addison wasn't leaving the brunette's side.

"Oh my God, she's so perky," Addison whispered into Callie's ear. "And you're an awkward mess around her." The redhead clearly found the whole situation amusing.

Callie rolled her eyes as they followed Arizona into the kitchen.

The night continued on like this, with Addison obliviously third wheeling. At every opportunity, she seemed to insert herself between Callie and Arizona – literally. She found herself a seat right between them on the wicker outdoor couch.

Oddly enough, Callie and Addison recognized some of Arizona's friends from med school. Owen Hunt and Teddy Altman, also third years, apparently served in Iraq with Tim, and they worked in the garage part-time. Teddy was dating Henry, who she met at the garage. He was a minor league baseball player and worked as a mechanic to pay the bills. Then there was Owen's girlfriend, Cristina, who was a first year med student, and Alex, another first year who just started working at the garage part-time.

The group did seem surprised, though, to see Arizona bring a girl to meet everyone. Apparently Arizona had a bit of a reputation as a player, though she vehemently denied that and promptly shut down that line of conversation.

Callie took it as a compliment that maybe she was different. Arizona was unlike anyone she'd dated before. Callie certainly hadn't had such intense feelings for Erica only days after meeting her, or, come to think of it, ever. Erica lacked emotional availability, and Arizona was simply extraordinary.

Beer and hard cider was passed around, or wine, in Addison's case, as Tim and Owen tended to the bonfire. The redhead even agreed to eat a hot dog. She'd vehemently insisted she wouldn't eat something so disgusting, but when Tim came over and offered to show her how to position the metal stick over the fire with his sculpted arms, she made an exception.

"I told Tim to distract her," Arizona said, scooting closer to Callie on the outdoor bench. "I wanted to get you alone. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," Callie laughed. "I've been trying to get her to go away for the last hour and a half. But, do we need to worry about that? She's not sober so I can't be held responsible for anything she says." Callie gestured to a buzzed Addison, who was clearly flirting with Tim, and it seemed he was flirting back.

"I don't think so," Arizona said softly. It'd gotten dark and Arizona noticed that Callie was trying to keep her arms warm. "Here," She said, grabbing a fleece blanket from the table beside them and draping it over both of their shoulders.

Thanks," Callie said, wrapping an arm around Arizona hesitantly. She wasn't quite sure if she was supposed to do that, but when Arizona rested her head on Callie's shoulder, she relaxed. Being so close to the blonde was almost overwhelming. She smelled like flowers, vanilla, and something intoxicatingly Arizona. Her heart was racing, and she was sure Arizona could hear it.

"He's single, and he said he thinks she's hot," Arizona said.

It took a minute for Callie to realize Arizona was talking about her brother and Addison. "Addison has been staring at him since we got here," She said with a chuckle. "She's single, too. She had a messy break-up a few months ago."

"Those are rough," Arizona said, with a distinct sadness.

Sadness looked so alien on Arizona's face. It was almost as if the emotion clashed with her near-porcelain features.

"You sound like you know that from experience," Callie suggested. She didn't want to pry, but she wanted to make Arizona happy, because her smile, Callie realized, cheered her up more than cancelled classes and x-rays and dancing in her underwear. So if hearing about the blonde's past relationships was necessary, it would be worth it.

"I think we should stop talking about my gross brother. I'd much rather talk about you," Arizona said, plastering on a layer of fake enthusiasm. She laid her hand on Callie's thigh, which made the brunette gulp.

"I, um... What about me?"

"So, Addison seems…" Arizona's voice trailed off.

"It's okay. You can totally ask me why I'm even friends with her. She has been a bit of an ass tonight."

"I wouldn't say an ass. She just seems, uh, ...high maintenance."

Callie chuckled. "Oh, trust me, she is. But I'm cutting her some slack. Things have been rough since her break-up. She cheated on her boyfriend, Derek, with our other friend Mark, who is Derek's best friend, because Derek was getting close to a first year he was tutoring. Meredith, the first year, is now his girlfriend, and Addison is not dealing well."

"Are you talking about Meredith Grey?" Arizona asked.

"Yes, actually," Callie replied, furrowing her brows. "Do you know her?"

"She is Yang's best friend," Arizona said, pointing to Cristina. "She's mentioned a Derek once or twice. I think they call him McDreamy."

"Well, we seem to have some friends in common," Callie laughed. "Mark has since been dubbed McSteamy."

"Oh, and what are you? McGorgeous?" Arizona bit her lip.

Callie was sure that Arizona's blue eyes twinkled brighter than the stars above them, and, for a second, she forgot to breathe.

"I, um, I don't have a nickname, or, uh, McName," Callie managed. "But, I, uh, I like that one."

"It suits you." Arizona murmured, and leaned in closer.
Callie couldn't stop staring at Arizona's soft, pink lips. They looked extremely kissable. That's what Arizona was going for, right? A kiss? Her heart was pounding.

Before Callie could find an answer, Addison came over, ungracefully tapping Callie on the shoulder, too wrapped up in herself to notice the fact that she was interrupting something. "Apparently that one is best friends with Derek's whore," Addison announced, clearly drunk, pointing at Cristina. She started to sway.

Tim put his hands on Addison's shoulders to steady her. "I think she heard them talking about Derek, who I gather is her ex?"

Callie nodded before looking at Arizona apologetically.

"I used to be Derek's whore," Addison whined. "Well, not a whore. I did sleep with his best friend, though…" Addison turned to face Tim. "Does that make me a whore? Or would I be a slut?"

Callie desperately wished Addison would stop talking, before she ruined Callie's chances with Arizona and seriously offended Tim.

"I don't think you're a whore or a slut, for what it's worth." Tim said, brushing a piece of red hair from her face.

"I should get her home," Callie said, clearly disappointed.

Tim, catching the look Arizona was giving him, wrapped his arms around Addison's shoulders. "I got this. Which car is it?"

"Oh, it's an Audi Q7. And it is insanely beautiful," Arizona answered, not taking her eyes off of Callie.

"Keys?" Tim held his free hand out.

Callie tossed him the keys, and they began walking towards the house. "I'm so, so sorry," Callie said, looking embarrassed.

"Don't be. I just wish you didn't have to go," Arizona said softly, stepping closer to Callie.

The brunette's breath hitched in her throat. "Me too."

Just as Arizona began to lean up on her tiptoes to find Callie's lips, they heard a crash from inside the house.

Addison's timing was infuriatingly impeccable.