Chapter Two

The redhead stepped in, closing the door behind her. Icy blue eyes never leaving the navy blue eyes that were directly in front of her. Neither women said anything, and the tension in the room was clear as day. Chloe just looked at her ex-wife for another moment before breaking her eyes away. She turned her head slightly, feeling a flood of emotions rise. Sadness? Anger? Hurt? Who knows? Not them, that's for sure.

The brunette was shocked, to say the least when she saw the redhead walked in. She knew she worked here and she knew that Chloe probably hated her for just up and leaving. When Chloe turned away, Beca noticed she was trying not to cry in front of her.

See what you did, Mitchell? You were a big asshole. You broke the love of your life's heart. Beca thought to herself, and sighed softly.

Chloe didn't turn around. Her emotions clear when her voice started breaking as she spoke.

"What are you doing here Beca?"

The brunette opened her mouth, going to speak, but she couldn't find the right words.

Chloe waited a minute, still nothing. She let out a dry chuckle. How did I know this was going to happen?

"Lo-I-I…" Beca sighed, trying to think of how to word her sentence. "I'm sorry, Chloe. Wha-"

Chloe cut her off, now she felt anger rise in her. "Sorry?!" She turned around, her mouth agape. "Beca, you left a year ago out of the blue and now you're here to apologise?! Please tell me you're joking."

Beca was caught off guard by Chloe's outburst, but she knew she deserved it. The redhead didn't deserve to come home one night after a long day of work to a note instead of her wife.

"Look, I know what I did was wrong and uncalled for, but…" Beca wasn't sure how to finish. There were no words for her reason as to why she left, or to give Chloe an apology.

"Beca, I honestly don't care what you have to say," Chloe retorted. "Anything to do with you and your say flew out the window the day you walked out on me, taking a part of my heart with you."

Beca knew what Chloe was doing. She wanted the brunette to feel how she has for the past year and a half. And it was working.

"Please, Chl-" The brunette tried again.

Chloe held up a hand, silencing her. "Really, Beca. I don't care what you want to say. I did my job. I saved your ass, granted it was before I knew it was you, but still." She stared coldly at her ex-wife. "I'm glad that you're okay, but I'm leaving now. Next time you want to talk, have a reason made up before you try talking to me."

With that, the not only annoyed, but also pissed off redheaded doctor walked away. Quickly wiping away a stray tear.

Beca was dumbfounded. She didn't know what to say or do. All she did was attempt to talk to Chloe, but that didn't work so she just listened. She's never seen the so angry. Bitter, even. Especially to herself. Sure, they had little fights, but they always made up. Seeing Chloe stare so coldly at her, her blue eyes so full of resentment and anger was something completely new to her. You really fucked up this time, Beca. She sighed to herself, really not wanting to be in the hospital anymore.

Chloe quickly walked through the halls of the hospital, which seemed pretty busy for this time of night. She quickly walked out to her car, surprisingly not running into any doctors although she kept her head down. She unlocked her door and got in, letting her emotions get the best of her.

Tears started streaming down her face, and she practically slammed her head against the headrest. She never thought she would be seeing Beca again, especially like this. Her mind was racing, and all she could think about was that night. The night the person she loved so much left without another word.

Chloe had just finished a thirty-two hour shift. After she finished two trauma shifts, she headed up to Peds since they were short-staffed and needed an attending. Thankfully Chloe was able to do it since she was a board certified trauma surgeon and pediatric/neonatal surgeon.

She walked through the door, completely exhausted. She was pretty surprised she could even drive herself home.

"Bec, I'm home!" She called out, waiting a beat and not hearing the brunette or anything.

She looked around, curious as to where the brunette was. After she looked around, not finding the brunette anywhere, she finally walked into the kitchen. She saw a piece of paper on the kitchen island and picked it up, her stomach instantly dropped.

"Chloe,

I know you will hate me forever for doing this, and I am truly sorry with all of my heart. Under this note is an envelope. I already signed the divorce papers. Just know that what I'm doing is the best. For the both us."

Chloe couldn't even finish reading the note. She was sobbing. She had just come home after a thirty-two hour shift and this is what she gets? All she wanted to do was snuggle up next to her and now she has to sleep in a cold bed? She didn't even know where Beca went because she never said.

An hour later, she had calmed down enough to call her best friend, Aubrey with shaky hands. She dialed the number and the blonde picked up after three rings.

"Aubrey Posen," She answered.

"Do you ever answer with a 'Hello'?" She tried to laugh, but Aubrey could tell she had been crying.

"Chloe, what's wrong?" She asked.

The redhead couldn't even respond, she just started to cry again and that's when the blonde said she would come over. She hung up and practically ran out of the house.

About fifteen minutes later, Aubrey arrived, using her key to get inside. When she walked in, she heard Chloe crying in the kitchen. The sight she saw when she walked into the kitchen broke her heart to say the least.

Chloe was on the ground, leaning against the kitchen island, crying her eyes out, and her hair a mess.

"Sweetie, what happened?" Aubrey asked, clearly worried about her friend.

Chloe couldn't speak, she just pointed to the counter. Aubrey shot her glaze to the counter, seeing the note. She couldn't even finish reading it, her blood boiling and her heart was breaking at the same time. She couldn't believe it. She never thought Beca would leave her best friend. She would never admit, but they were perfect together. Everyone knew it.

Aubrey didn't say anything. She just sat down next to the heartbroken redhead and held her in her arms. Letting Chloe cry into her shoulder until she seemed to fall asleep. When she was sure Chloe's breathing was even, she couldn't bring herself to move, not wanting to wake the woman who just fell asleep. So, instead she just sat there, mindlessly running her fingers through the firey red curls until she fell asleep herself.

Chloe was brought back to reality with her phone ringing. She took a deep breath, trying to make it seem like she wasn't crying and cleared her throat before she answered.

"Hello?" She answered, fatigue evident in her voice.

"Hey, it's Arizona. I hate to do this, but do you think you can take a shift?" The peds attending asked.

Chloe let out an inaudible sigh, pulling her phone back to see the time. 11:00 pm.

"Uh, yeah, sure. When do you need me?" Chloe asked, mentally slapping herself for saying yes when she hasn't even slept yet.

"The sooner the better, but at the latest, midnight. Thanks, Beale."

"No problem…" She sighed again, hanging up her phone. She had an hour. That gave her at least 20 minutes to get home, showered and reapply her makeup. She shook her head, starting her car and pulled out of the Barden Memorial Hospital parking lot, and headed home.

When she arrived at home, she set her stuff down and made her way to the bathroom. After her shower, she got dressed, deciding to not even put makeup on. She was happy that her shower not only helped wake her up, but also not make her face look so flush from crying.

Chloe was so used to getting little to no sleep now. Especially since Beca left. Most of the time was surprised that she could function on cat naps that lasted maybe twenty minutes to half an hour.

As she walked back to the door, slipping on her shoes and picking up her keys, she took another look in the mirror. She definitely noticed the lack of sleep over the last year and a half was evident when she didn't have makeup on. She had bags under her eyes and her blue orbs didn't hold that shine that they used to.

She arrived at the hospital and 11:30pm and went to change, when she arrived, she was met with Aubrey.

"Hey, what are you doing here? I though your shift was done?" She asked, pulling on her shirt.

"Yeah, well I was lucky enough to get a shift thanks to Arizona," She replied sarcastically. When she realised how that sounded she apologised, "I'm sorry. I haven't slept yet and I feel like death."

"You look like it," Posen replied joking, eliciting a small smile from her best friend who was pulling on her scrub shirt.

"Thanks, you're always a boat load of sunshine yourself, Posen." Chloe joked, feeling a lot better than she did earlier. Although her friend can be a bitch often than not, she knew she could always count on her to cheer her up ever since they were kids.

They said their goodbye's and Chloe made her way up to the Pediatric floor.

As soon as she got up there, she was met with a cheery blonde. "You're here, great!"

Chloe made a face and groaned softly, "I'm also running on no sleep and I just worked a 32 hour shift, so sorry if I seem a bit off."

"You didn't have to take this shift then, you know." Robbins looked at her friend with a slight frown.

Chloe waved her hand dismissively, "I'll be fine. It'll keep my mind off… Things."

Arizona just nodded, feeling bad that she asked the doctor to pick up another shift without knowing she hasn't slept yet, but didn't say anything and just caught the redhead up on everything.

"Where's Karev?" Chloe asked, pulling her hair back into a ponytail.

"Sick, and I'm starting to catch it, so I want to get rid of it before it gets worse." The seemingly cheery doctor replied, turning to cough.

Chloe knew exactly what Robbins was talking about. She had a method that she lives by when she knows she starting to catch something like a cold.

"What is with everyone being sick?" Chloe asked exasperatedly, "This is the second shift I've had to take because people are sick!" She threw her hands up dramatically and shook her head.

"I really am sorry, I wouldn't have asked had I known." Arizona apologised.

"Really, don't worry about it. Go home, don't get.. More sick?" She raised a brow curiously, trying to think if that sounded right. "I've got it from here"

Arizona smiled softly saying, "thanks." Chloe smiled assuringly, before getting to work.

No more than twenty minutes into her shift, she was getting paged to the labour and delivery room.

When she found her destination, she knocked on the door, "You paged, Dr. Moore?"

"Yes," She said, getting up and walked over to Chloe who was still in the doorway, looking at the young mother who was sure to give birth soon.

They walked into the hall, Moore shutting the door behind her.

The dark haired doctor sighed softly, rubbing her forehead. "There's complications with the baby. He's not getting enough oxygen do to his umbilical cord being wrapped around him tightly in several places. Can you operate?"

Chloe bit her lip. She's done neonatal surgery before, so she knew what she was doing, "Yeah, I can do it. I'll call down for an O.R. get the patient ready for surgery, and I'll explain."

Moore nodded, doing as Chloe said. Although Hailey was a surgeon as well, she was about a year or two younger than Chloe and they both knew that calling Chloe to do the surgery is both the mother's and baby's best choice.

After she got an operating room, she went into the patients room to explain what was going on. Chloe and several nurses wheeled the clearly terrified eighteen year old mother to operating room three. As the nurses got the mother, Amy prepped and ready to go, Chloe scrubbed in. She looked at the clock before she went in that read 12:45am.

Three hours. It took three hours to finish the surgery and the baby was delivered safely. There were minour complications, but nothing she couldn't handle as she was a quick thinker and acted fast mostly due to trauma surgery. You had to be ready for anything when it came to trauma.

She pulled off her glove and gown, discarding them in the waste basket before pulling down her mask and taking a deep breath as she walked back into the scrub room. Not bad pretty much all by yourself, Beale. She smiled to herself, washing her hands.

It was nearing four a.m., so Chloe decided to get a coffee and check on her patients, who were thankfully asleep. As she was on her way to an on call room to hopefully get a few minutes of shut-eye, she passed a little girl who was still up.

She walked softly over to the girl's room, taking note of the earbuds in her ears which made her think of Beca. She walked into the room, gaining the blonde girl's attention. She pulled her earbuds out, looking at Chloe questioningly.

"What are you doing up…" She paused, not quite knowing her name. "…Sweetie?"

"It's Marie," She said softly, noticing the red haired doctor didn't know her name.

"Sorry, Marie," she corrected. "So, wanna tell me why you're up at four in the morning?"

Marie shrugged, looking down like she was in trouble, "I just couldn't sleep… Too much on my mind."

Chloe smirked, she had done it a lot since she first got together with Beca, "That makes two of us, then."

She looked up, seeing the soft smirk on the doctor's face. "Why are you up?" She questioned softly.

"Well, I'm on shift right now, and I know that even if I try falling asleep, I won't be able to because I have too much on my mind."

Marie nodded, "I'm up because I'm scared for my surgery tomorrow." She frowned softly.

Both girls talked for a while before Chloe finally decided to try and get some sleep, only to have Beca flood her dreams.

A/N: Hey everybody! So, new chapter. (two updates in one night?! Only cause you guys made me really happy with last chapter.) Longest one I've ever written actually. Just a heads up that this story is based around Chloe and we will see how she deals with everything soon c:
Please leave a review. They help keep me motivated, and I gotta say, I really like this story so far, so I don't want to abandon it due to no inspiration.