The door slammed shut. "Doctor Robbins, for the love of god are you trying to get us caught?" I recognized the deeper, accent-ridden voice as Eliza Minnick's. Get caught? I wondered. Get caught doing what, exactly? It was no secret the two doctors despised each other. Hell, rumor was that Arizona went off on Minnick after her patient experienced complications and died during a simple colonoscopy. Yet, Eliza's voice sounded vaguely husky.

I leaned out from behind one of the bins to get a better look. Eliza was leaning against the closet door with a rather panicked look on her face, one I'd never even seen before. Her dark tresses spilled over her scrub top, which was rather disheveled. Arizona smirked, showing off her large dimples. Alex always joked that her dimples were as large as the craters on Mars. The usually sweet and innocent neo-natal surgeon had a strange look in her eyes, which were a few shades darker then their usual baby-blue color.

"No," Arizona said playfully, "We're in a supply closet, Eliza, we don't have to be professional in here."

"I-I mean, I guess not," she stammered. The usually arrogant doctor seemed nervous for once. And not by a big surgery or a large trauma, but by Arizona Robbins? The doctor she absolutely loathed?

"It's just that," Eliza began, "if your friends find out about this, about us."

Woah, hold up, wait a minute. What did she mean "about us"?

"Let's not worry about them right now, they're not here."

Yes, one of us is.

Suddenly, without warning, something inside Eliza broke loose. She grabbed the lapels of Arizona's lab coat, flipped her over against the closet door, and kissed her passionately.

Kissed?

Arizona wrapped her hands around Eliza's neck, and began reciprocating the brunette's movements. Eliza removed Arizona's lab coat and scrub top, revealing her toned and taught abdomen and her perfect breasts.

Oh my god, April was right, I thought. Last week at lunch, April claimed to have spotted Arizona making eyes at Eliza. "Bullshit," Alex retorted, mouth stuffed with a ham sandwich, "Everyone knows they hate each other." Pieces of lettuce spewed from his mouth. "I know, but I could've sworn I saw her- EW YOU GOT LETTUCE IN MY EYE!" April screamed suddenly. Then the conversation drifted to pet peeves, after Amelia said people talking while they were eating was one of hers. And April's accusation was quickly forgotten.

I watched them in a daze, not admitting to myself that I was slightly turned on, when my pager rang. The beep echoed throughout the supply closet, and the pair quickly realized that they were not alone.