CHPT 2

Callie's POV

As I headed back to the lounge I saw that Christina and Owen had arrived. Teddy was over at the bar so I acknowledged my friends and headed over to say hi to my surgical soul mate. Teddy was head of Cardio and I was head of Orthopedics at Seattle Grace, but we both were self professed rockstars with scalpels. Plus she loved tequila as much as Christina and I, which is a must if you wanted to be apart of what Christina liked to call the "Surgical Shot Team".

"Hey lady" I took a seat on the stool next to where she stood.

"Hey you." she handed me a draft. "Mark said you came in looking like a drowned minx. You obviously cleaned up well or he was just being his normal sarcastic self" she said with a laugh.

"Ha. Yeah I was a tad wet, but I managed to pull myself together" I noticed she had already ordered a shot of tequila for me and looked up to see her giving me that "you know you want it" look.

"To Thursday night" Teddy said as she pushed a shot my way and raised her own to me.

"To Thursday night" I echoed her words and let the liquor enter my mouth and fill my stomach with its harsh presence.

"Come on" Teddy said "Lets see what drama Christina is already rehashing from the week" as she placed her empty shot glass next to mine.

She led the way, as I followed with beer in hand to our table in the corner. I slowed as I noticed the woman with the piercing blues sitting on the opposite wall. She looked up briefly from her conversation with a dark haired man, and our eyes locked again. This time for a few seconds longer than in the bathroom. My stomach. There it was again. Flipping. She breaks eye contact with me before I reach my table. I take the seat next to Lexie against the back wall. First thing I noticed was I was now in direct view with the piercing blues. Why was I so transfixed on this women? I remind myself its because I am soooo gay and this woman was hot as rocks. Stop it Callie. NOW.

"Callie?" Christina is screaming and waving her hand in my face. "Ummmmmmm I know blondie is hot for days, but I am trying to tell your sleepwalking story and I need you focused in case I forget the Spanish"

Caught. Red handed. Checking out blondie, with the piercing blues.

"Maybe if Blondie was in your bed you wouldn't be sleepwalking now would ya Torres?" Mark bellows across the table, as my quadriceps reflex instinctively comes into play on his leg.

"Mark" Lexie says in a stern voice and she gives me her innocent eyes and says "Sorry Cal"

"Mark Sloane?" a voice I don't recognize suddenly interrupts Christina's story. The look on her face I'm pretty sure would make a flower wilt in front of us.

"Dax? Dax Forrestor. Holy shit how long has it been?" Mark leaps up and heads to the dark haired man at the head of our table, pulling him in instantly for a giant man hug.

"I thought that was you from across the bar, and my thoughts were proven right when i heard your loud, sarcastic voice" our visitor Dax replied. "How the hell are ya?"

At this point they did their catch up. Christina went back to my embarrassment of the week, which made me realize I wanted another beer. And shot. I asked Teddy and Owen if they needed refills, knowing full well they did, and walked back to the main bar. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that the blond with the blues was now alone and furiously typing on her blackberry. I wondered where her date was as I ordered 3 beers and another shot for myself, and then it hit me. Dark haired man, who I now knew as Dax, was blondies date. The shot went down pretty quick as I picked up our poison and walked back to the table.

"...and this is Arizona." I heard as I approached the group. I looked up as I layed the drinks on our table. There they were. The piercing blues. Stomach? Right on cue. She was beautiful. Stunning actually. It was almost as if I could feel the energy she exuded even though we weren't even touching. I wanted to touch her. No. Callie, stop.

She was shaking hands with Mark and Owen as I walked around them, trying to be invisible of course, to get back to my seat next to Lex when Mark pulled me in to him.

"And this is my best friend Callie Torres. Cal, this is my old college roomie Dax" Mark gives me another little squeeze, "and this is Arizona."

"Its great to meet you Callie" Dax's tone is very enthusiastic as I take his hand in mine. I casually glance at the blond who I now know is Arizona and give her a smile.

And then it happens. She smiles. Piercing blues just took a second. A second to dimples. She reaches our her hand.

"Hey" she says softly.

"Hey" I reply as I take her hand in mine. Flip. Flop.

Arizona's POV

Dax and I sat close to the bar as my eyes scoured the room. Was I really looking for her? I had never felt anxiety the way I had for those 2 minutes in the bathroom just now. Even though her eyes were dark as night, it was almost as if I could see myself in them. I never saw myself in Liam's.

"Zona" Dax's voice shook me out of my thoughts. "You okay, you look a little spaced out."

"Yeah." I show him my dimples because I know that will reassure him that I'm still here.

"Good" he smiles "Because I really want us to let loose tonight and forget our lives in New York for a while okay?" he picks up his phone and proceeds to check messages.

"Absolutely" I say, letting my eyes wonder the bars patrons again.

I look up just in time to see her. Finally. What? Arizona? Your relieved? You don't even know this woman and your glad you FINALLY see her again? I've always been able to appreciate a beautiful woman, I tell the inner me. But I keep my eyes fixed on her, trying to read what she is thinking when she looks at me. Really? Am I trying to get a read off a woman? I look away, angry with myself for not keeping my eyes in line with hers.

"I'll be right back" Dax gets up and heads across the bar to the far corner where the group that I noticed from earlier were sat.

I need a distraction. Fast. I pick up my berry and start checking emails. 25 new messages. I quickly look for anything of real importance, read, and reply. I should just turn my phone off for this trip, but my love for my kids at the hospital would never allow me. I glance over to where Dax was and he motioned for me to come over. I head over hesitantly as my anxiety again heightens. Dax is now laughing hysterically with the most handsome man I have ever layed eyes on.

"Zona" he grabs my arm "This is Mark Sloan, one of my best friends from college"

"Nice to meet you Mark" I say as he reaches out to shake my hand.

"And this is Owen, Teddy, Lexie and Christina" Dax does the intros while pointing in turn to the group sitting around the table. My initial instincts on the handsomeness of this group was dead on. "And this is Arizona."

I see her approach the table out of the corner of my eye. Was I really excited that she was a part of this group. I watch her, intentionally trying to catch eyes again. Flip. Our eyes lock. Arizona, stop RIGHT now. I look back to the red haired guy I think Dax said was Owen. His eyes are not near as interesting. Before I know whats happening, I'm holding my breath and she is right next to me. She's smiling at me. I nervously give her a smile back and that's when I see it. Her eyes actually get darker. Is that even possible? Callie. Her name is Callie. Okay Arizona, focus now.

"Hey" I say to her, letting my lungs empty again, and reaching out my hand.

"Hey" she reaches out hers.

Flop. Her skin. Her touch. My pulse. Definitely is not at a normal resting rate right now. What is happening? Just breathe Arizona. Breathe.

end of chpt 2