They had gotten home surprisingly easily considering Christina and Arizona's state, Callie had had to help them now and again with their walking up the pavement to her apartment but asides from that they had managed ok. Both Arizona and Christina had bonded over calling the cab driver Melvin the entire ride and had both called his head a crystal ball and rubbed it in such a manner. To say Callie had to promise to tip him ALOT after that ride was not an exaggeration. Safe to say he'd never stop to pick them up again.
Arizona had nearly forgotten why she was so upset earlier, here she was having a ball with a drunken Christina and Callie didn't look nearly as amused as she was in the bar. Knowing she had maybe, just a little, wrecked Callie's plans for the night made her feel a little bit better. Christina on the other hand was completely unaware as the why she had wanted to get so drunk in the first place, all she knew was that the blond was much more fun than she had first thought. They seemed to get on like houses on fire even considering their opposed personalities. She was forever known for her cold uptake on life and short patience, whereas the blond was known for her people skills and cheerful disposition.
"We're like magnets." She had whispered whilst trying to sneak away from Callie whilst she was paying the cab driver, the ortho surgeon seemed a little stressed and was no fun. Their plan to run away immediately failed because they both burst out laughing at her comment.
"Come on you two." Callie for the most part was praying to get in that door, at least then they would stop playing run away from Callie. She was tired and sore from a long day and just wanted her bed. She dragged Christina first into bed telling her if she needed to puke to do it in her bin, there was no way she was cleaning that up for her. Next was Arizona. She turned to look for her and found her on the sofa, laying down with a blanket from in her room and a pillow. Lifting her eyebrow at her she approached her to see if she was awake.
"Um...Arizona, what are you doing?"
"I'm sleeping here tonight, there's no way I'm sleeping with you tonight." Closing her eyes, the end of the conversation apparently.
Callie didn't know what she had done wrong but she wasn't going to argue with the blond about sleeping on the sofa or whether she should come to bed. Maybe Arizona had taken it personally when she told her not to rub the mans head, she didn't know.
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She sighs as she steps in the shower. She can't believe how amazing that feels on her back and head. When she had woken up on Callie's sofa at first she had been confused, weren't they supposed to have had dinner at hers last night? Then she remembered what had happened last night and how in fact her wonderful night had turned into a nightmare resulting in a massive hangover. She left before Callie woke or Christina, not wanting to deal with that yet. She couldn't believe how drunk she had gotten, she cringed at the image of her trying to dance with a male intern. She had also successfully stolen a bottle of whisky from the bar and was pretty sure it was in Christina's bag. She wasn't sure if Christina even knew it was there.
Despite how horrid her night had been on the Callie front she had made friends with Christina, which was a surprise. They had never really gotten on before and she doubted they ever would have but last night they were inseparable.
Callie though, how could she not have realised that they had a date planned? Why hadn't she questioned how she was drunk, why she was there, why she was wearing the new dress? She didn't notice any of it. She never did. She loved Callie but sometimes she got so preoccupied in her own life she forgot those around her. She knew that and she knew that before they started dating but she was her girlfriend, surely she should think about her sometimes.
She couldn't help the tears that escaped, here in her shower under the safety of the spray she didn't need to be cheery, or happy or a good man in a storm. Here she cried.
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"Hey, you were gone early this morning. You go home?"
She winced at the loudness of Callie's voice, her head was killing her. This was why she didn't drink so much.
"Yeah, I had to get ready for work and I didn't want to wake you." She kept looking at the chart in front of her, if she looked at Callie she was scared she'd start crying again. She was always emotional after getting drunk.
"No worries, I had to be up early anyway. So, you want to have lunch together later?" Callie was biting her lip, in a manner that always sent her spinning. Callie knew this would get the blond to pay her attention, she knew what the blond loved.
"I can't sorry, I've got a busy day today. Tonight though right?" Arizona asked, looking at her. She was so beautiful and smart and amazing. But she had to be strong, no lunch today because that leads to sneaking off into an on call room and Callie can't have her cake and eat it too. Callie just smiles at Arizona and nods, they have another date tonight. She nearly forgot. "Ok well I'll see you later beautiful." Arizona feels happy, one forgotten date and she had gotten so upset. It's not like Callie had done it before.
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"You need to go to Arizona's tonight, so why are you asking me to Joe's?" Mark sighs realising once again Callie is running away from his problems. And everything had been going so good as well. Him and Lexie were just talking yesterday about how Arizona had really helped Callie.
"I don't need to do anything. Besides I don't want to have dinner with her tonight, she's acting funny. And also I know you, you need some man time away from playing husband. So tonight, you me and Joe with lots of tequila and watching the football?"
"You don't like football?" Now he knows she's desperate. "What's going on Torres?"
"What do you mean? Nothing, um, nothings going on?" Looking everywhere but at Mark.
"Don't lie to me, now tell me. Arizona not putting out?"
"Mark! No Arizona is fine...more than fine she's great its just something my dad said." Callie pauses, she really hadn't meant to talk about this with Mark, he had a horrible way of making her feel stupid and then she would have to sort it out. He just looks at Callie silently telling her to elaborate. "He told me that Arizona told him...that ...she loves me." Callie cringes as she says it waiting for the plastic surgeon to laugh at her.
"So, what's the problem? You should grow some balls Torres, it's obvious to everyone how you feel about each other. I mean you do love her right?" He says, expecting an easy answer from the brunette. He knew she loved Arizona, so surely she herself realises it. A bitter laugh comes from him as silence is returned. "Oh come on Torres! Even I know you do. And if this is what all this is about, running away from your, dare I say it, feeling then your less of a man than I thought you were. Now I have a surgery to do and then I'm going for a meal with my lovely, beautiful girlfriend and your going to yours."
Laughing as he walks into the OR he realises maybe he was a little harsh on the Ortho doc but she needed to hear it. Even he realises that when HE is the first one to say that she can't run away from her feelings.
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"What've we got?" Arizona Robbins asked the paramedic as he wheels in the gurney. On it lay a bruised fourteen year old girl whose crying. Her blond hair is stuck to the side of her head from where her blood has caked.
"Approximately fourteen year old female, found in an alley. Looks like she was hit over the head with something and beaten. She won't tell us anything but she is alert."
"Sweetie, I'm Arizona and I'm going to send you for a head scan that'll tell me if there was any damage when you knocked your head ok? When you get back we'll talk ok, just you and me?" She asks looking in the girls eyes and squeezing her hand. She has a bad feeling about this.
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"Ok so your heads fine. No lasting damage. How are you?" Arizona asked bringing a chair to the side of the girls bed. The girl looked frightened and upset, something terrible happened to her of that Arizona was sure. The girl felt safe around the blond doctor even though she had a bit of a silly name.
"Sore."
"Do you think you could help me fill out this form? And then we'll call your Mom or Dad, yeah?" She nodded back. "OK, so what's your name?"
"Jessica, Jessica Bentley"
"OK Jessica, and how old are you?"
"I'm fourteen."
"Very good, thank you Jessica, We'll call your Mom and Dad now ok? I'll sit with you until then if you'd like?" A nod again. "Ok. So do you remember what happened to you? When they get here we'll give you a further exam, but for now just try and get some rest the medic that brought you in said apart from the head wound and a few bruises you were ok. Do you remember how you got those?" another nod. "Would you mind telling me?"
"I went to a party last night, at a friends house. I didn't really want to go but they said that I'd be an outcast if I didn't and I wanted to fit in. This boy bought me a drink and then the next thing I remember is being outside...outside...in.." She's overwhelmed with tears and Arizona quickly gathers her in her arms and lets her cry, comforting her.
"It's ok Jessica, It's ok."
"No!...No! It isn't it's not ok. He made me, I didn't want to I swear I didn't want to! He made me do it!" Jessica's voice is so full of pain and panic, she's so upset and Arizona feels so inadequate. There's nothing she can do to make that better, nothing.
After ten minutes or so Jessica has cried herself to sleep and she manages to get away. She orders a full blood work and a rape kit, she also phones the police. Her bad day just got so much worse.
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As expected the date rape drug was found in the girls system, luckily there was no lasting damage and apart from being emotionally damaged there was no further medical reason for her to be there. Jessica had wanted to go home so she was discharged. Arizona hoped she would be ok; it was a very difficult thing to overcome. Her shift was over and she just really wanted to sink into her sofa with Callie and watch an old movie with ice cream and a bottle of wine.