Amelia's pager went off at the same time that her name was called from the entrance to the ER. Glancing down she saw it was a text page and decided it could wait because whoever was calling her name was beginning to sound frantic.

Standing up from her seat at the desk, she spotted Meredith who practically power-walked to her.

"We need to talk," Meredith hurriedly told her, dragging the shorter woman into an empty trauma room and closing the door behind them.

"Is everything alright?" Amelia asked, hoping that whatever had Meredith so frantic wasn't the same thing that had her brain going around in circles, and her stomach doing somersaults.

"Yes. No. Yes. Yes, it's… I don't know, is it?" Meredith definitely regretted not planning this speech out beforehand but after her conversation with Arizona, she was desperate to talk to Amelia.

"Yes?" Amelia tentatively replied, raising an eyebrow, as her sister-in-law appeared to have some sort of crisis.

"I saw you, uh, you and Arizona. Kissing?" Meredith was very unsure of how best to approach this topic. She was trying to make it seem like a non-issue but she knew she was failing miserably.

"Oh."

"I just wasn't sure, what it meant? So, uh, I thought I'd ask you?" Meredith was going for the 'I'm totally open to whatever your answer might be' look but she had a feeling she just looked stressed. Or constipated.

Amelia wasn't exactly sure what to say. She had a million thoughts rushing through her head all at once and she couldn't find the right answer because she realized she didn't know what it meant. She could talk her way out of almost anything but this was different. She really needed to talk about this with someone and since Meredith already knew, this could be her only chance.

"I don't know what it meant? But, it was nice. Really nice. She's nice. And it's new. She's smiley and happy and so cheery and totally not the type of person I ever thought would be interested in me. I mean, I'm frickin Hurricane Amelia and she's, she's… She's a she," Amelia blurted out quickly while pacing back and forth. Finishing her rant, she stopped and looked at Meredith who had just realized she was completely out of her depth.

"You're freaking out because she was too nice and she's a she?" Meredith summarized.

"No. No, I'm not freaking out. I'm, I'm," Amelia paused and took a deep breath. "I like her, Mer. I really like her."

"Ok," Meredith said. "Well, that's good because she really likes you too."

"She does?" Amelia's eyes lit up.

"Yeah. So you two should talk to each other," Meredith suggested and she turned and exited the room.

"Wait, you talked to her about me?" Amelia yelled after her but Meredith didn't turn back. Instead her reply came from the desk to the ER where Arizona was sitting catching her breath.

"Yes. She did. I, uh, I paged you," Arizona said quietly, still catching her breath after frantically searching the hospital for her.

Remembering the text page she'd received at Meredith showed up, she checked her pager again.

'Meredith saw us. She's coming for you!' the page read.

"Oh."

"I guess we should talk?" Arizona suggested.

"Yeah. Definitely," Amelia said smiling as she offered the blonde her hand and led them back into the trauma room.

Arizona was perfectly happy being dragged into a trauma room by the woman she had been crushing on for the past few months but she was wary of what exactly was going to happen once they did talk. Straight girls and baby lesbians led to trouble. She had proved that time and time again but it seemed like there was a considerable lack of out lesbians who were looking for an actual relationship. Or maybe they just weren't looking for a relationship with her.

Taking a deep breath, Arizona tried to prepare herself for the worst before making eye contact with the brunette, who was patiently waiting for her to look up.

"You like me," Amelia stated with a smirk causing the other woman to blush and dip her head again.

"Yeah. I do."

"I like you."

At that, Arizona looked up and couldn't help the way her eyes widened, causing Amelia to chuckle softly.

"I like you. And I liked kissing you. And I would like to kiss you again," Amelia said, punctuating each statement with a step towards the blonde, stopping with their lips inches away from each other. "But."

"But?"

"But. I would like to take this slow. And like I said, I like you. So, I would like to take you on a date. Except I don't really know how to date another woman." Amelia was determined not to rush into anything so she was mildly grateful for the insane number of butterflies in her stomach that was stopping her from taking the other woman right there. Not that she knew what 'taking her' would actually involve.

"It's not that different to dating a man. I mean, it's sort of great because since there's no man there to pay for dinner, no one pays. But since there's no man there to pull out your chair, we both have to stand," Arizona said in her most matter-of-fact voice.

Amelia stared at the blonde for a second before Arizona couldn't keep a straight face anymore.

"You're joking," the brunette said, beginning to laugh at herself for believing it for even a second.

"Of course I am. Just relax. I want to go slow too," Arizona told her with a smile before reaching up and cupping the shorter woman's face and leaning in.

The kisses the night before had been almost electric but this was something else. This kiss felt like the beginning. Like the first kiss of many. Like the first rays of sunshine after a storm.