A/N: So I know you had to wait for a week but I'm still working on how I would keep this story going. This first few chapters are a little shorter and I'm sorry about that. Also Arizona and Leah? PLEASE NO. WE WANT CALZONA.
"So how long's your cousin staying?" Callie asked as she was sipping on her coffee and reading a medical journal. Cristina was getting dressed in her scrubs something they both have done at home rather than at work. Perks of living across the hospital.
"Until she finds an apartment," Cristina said shrugging. She could care less as long as her personal space wasn't invaded. She sat down on the bar stool and started eating her breakfast.
Callie shook her head. Cristina's cousin wasn't very bubbly last night. They just ate and went into bedrooms. "So what does she do?" Cristina groaned. She hated being interrupted while munching on her cereal.
"Ask her. She has her own mouth. And just so you know breakfast is the most important deal of the day and I like to eat in peace."
Callie sat in silence waiting for Cristina to finish her breakfast and head to work. Callie didn't have to be there until 8 and she could do some cleaning or catch up with her favorite TV show.
Arizona entered the kitchen and smiled cheerfully. "Morning." Cristina glared at her and shook her head. Callie just offered her a warm smile.
The Latina's eyes buldged at what the blonde was wearing. A black tank top that was slightly lifted and her belly button was showing and judging by the look on Arizona's face she didn't know. She was also wearing flannel shorts, a brave move for Seattle weather even if the heat wave was happening.
Arizona slightly shrugged at the reactions she got. "Want some breakfast?"
Callie friendly offered. "Yes please," Arizona replied.
Callie got up to take a cereal box when Mark barched in. "Hey neigbours," he said smirking. His eyes stopped on Arizona.
"Uuu nice Callie. So you wore her out so much that you need to give her breakfast? You go Torres." He was about to high five until he noticed the amused look on Cristina, a huge blush across Callie's face that was spreading down her neck and the wide eyes on the blonde stranger.
Cristina laughed. "Oh this just totally made my morning. Later roomie. Or well roomies," she said grabbing her stuff and slamming the door behind her.
"Mark Sloan. Neighbour," Mark said offering his hand.
"She's Cristina's cousin. She's gonna kill you if you'd try anything," Callie warned him.
Mark awkwardly scratched the back of his head with the hand that he was offering to shake. "So cousin of Cristina what's your name?" Mark asked as he grabbed the sandwich Callie made for him.
"Arizona Robbins," Arizona replied shortly.
"And what do you do?" Callie glared at Mark but he couldn't help himself. He was curious.
"I am a pediatric surgeon." Callie looked at her. Cristina didn't tell her this. Probably because it had the word pediatric and it wasn't badass enough for her.
Mark kept asking her personal questions like where are you from and why are you here and Callie had to admit to herself that this stranger was pretty interesting.
After some while Callie got annoyed and she could tell Arizona was getting uncomfortable. "Okay Sloan. Time to go to work. See you there." Even if she had to be there in an hour she wanted him out first.
Mark pouted but stood up. "Later, Torres." He walked out but popped his head back only second later. "Hey Cal wanna go to Joe's later? It's on me. Blondie can come too."
Callie looked at Arizona who just shrugged. "Sure." Mark nodded and left them alone, shutting the door closed behind him.
"So what are your plans for today?" Callie asked as she grabbed the glasses from the coffee table and took them in the kitchen. Each day Cristina took a new one instead of just using the old ones.
"I'm just gonna look around the town. I'm really sorry for just showing up, it kinda was my last choice. To move in with the weird cousin Cristina." Callie laughed nodding in agreement.
"So uhm Mark?" Arizona questioned nervously, ending with a shy laugh. Callie laughed.
"He's interesting. A manwhore, but a really good friend. Best one actually. Sorry for all the questions."
Callie sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. "Make yourself comfortable. I'm positive you can be much cleaner than Cristina." Arizona smiled and sat down leaning against the back of the couch. She pulled her knees up close to her chest.
"So Cristina never really said anything about you. Why are you here? I know you told Mark the probably lame version of the story but I'm curious."
Arizona bit her lip and sigh. "I had to take a break. Some stuff happened and well Cristina was my last option."
Callie nodded. "So how are you and Cristina even related? Because no offense but the only thing you have in common is a medical degree I think."
Arizona laughed. "Let's just say my aunt can be very crazy."
Arizona was surprised on how easy she was able to talk to Callie since she was normally the one having a hard time getting friends or well talk with strangers.
"So uhm I have to get changed but I guess I'll see you later. Feel free to eat whatever you want. Make yourself feel homey and if Mark comes here after his shift just kick him out. He lives right across the hall so no harm done," Callie said and went in her bedroom to change in her dark scrubs.
Arizona was still sitting in the same position she did when Callie left the room. "You can record How I Met Your Mother for me if you feel like it," Callie said when she noticed her TV show was playing on the TV, though it was an episode she has already seen.
"Sure," Arizona replied smiling at her, her dimples showing off.
Callie grabbed her leather jacket, keys and purse. "Later," she said and closed the door behind her. She walked downstairs happy that it wasn't raining today.
Callie entered the hospital holding a warm cup of coffee. "Oh glad you're here Torres we're crowded in the pit. I need your help," Owen said as Callie groaned.
Miranda ran to her. "Torres when you're ready I need you in trauma room 3," she said and pushed a chart in Callie's free hand.
"Good luck," Owen added chuckling as she left her alone.
"I just got here and I'm ready to go home," she complained when she saw Mark in the attending's longue chewing on grapes. He shrugged and threw a grape in the air, catching it with his mouth.
"You just wish you could stay at home with that hot hot blonde new rommie you got. Don't you think I haven't noticed you have a type."
Callie arched her eyebrows. "Oh really now Sloan. Then tell me what my type is?"
Mark smirked. "Beside the flawlessness of me, blonde, blue eyed, maybe even perky though Erica was just plain creepy. I guess we all start at the bottom."
Callie felt the need to burst Mark's ego. "And you're definitely not on the top." Mark gasped, his mouth opened in disbelief.
Callie laughed, throwing her head back. "I'll see you later," she added leaving him alone in a shock state.