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"Hi Raven." The voice said shyly.

"Jo!" Olivia smiled and tried to sit up more. "It's so good to see you, baby girl." Raven said.

"I had to lie a little and tell them you were my aunt." Jo walked in and looked hard at Raven. Her left arm was in a sling and there was an IV in her right hand. She had an ugly purple bruise on the side of her head. She winced. "I'm sorry you got hurt."

"Oh stop it now. You know I watch out for all my girls." Raven gave a sly grin.

"I know, but...you saved me." Jo lowered her head.

"Yes, and you're worth saving. Worth a broken arm and a bump on the head and then some. Don't you forget it." Olivia wasn't sure who was talking anymore...the detective or the protective Madame.

"You're the only one who thinks so." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Olivia reached out to the girl with her good arm. "I am not."

Just then Duncan barged through the door. "I hate to break up this Hallmark moment between hooker and pimp, but she's still under arrest."

"Get away from her!" Olivia shouted and pressed the call button. She couldn't figure out her wires and tubes quickly enough to get out of bed. "NURSE!!! SECURITY!!!"

Callie was down the hall checking on another patient when she recognized the voice shouting a few rooms away. "Olivia." She whispered under her breath. She ran to the nurse's station. "Get security to room 619...NOW!!!" She turned and ran down the hall.

"You know what? You're a dried up old dyke hooker who really needs to practice shutting her mouth. I'll deal with you later, Raven. You'd think that arm would remind you not to tangle with me." He sneered at Raven and grabbed the young girl roughly by the upper arms.

"Get away from her, you piece of crap!" Olivia was still wrestling with her IV tube when the door flew open.

Callie's eyes were wide with fear when she saw the same police officer holding one of the young hookers who had tried to hurt Olivia the night before. "Y-y-you heard her." She said and immediately wished she hadn't. It came out so wimpy.

"You!" His face contorted in to a snarl as he recognized the woman who had sprayed his eyes. He shoved the girl aside hard and advanced on Dr. Torres.

"NO!!" Olivia shouted and leaped from the bed. Ignoring the pain in her hand where she ripped out her IV and the pain in her arm, she jumped in front of Dr. Torres and kicked out hard with her foot catching the officer just above the knee causing him to fall to the ground. "Doctor…get out of here...take the girl...NOW!"

Callie was paralyzed with fear. Finally, the look on Olivia's face and the command of her voice clicked and she grabbed the girl by the arm and scampered out of the room. She glanced over her shoulder as she walked out and caught the fierce looking eyes of the detective.

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As security hauled the hulking police officer away in chains, Callie burst back through the door. "Olivia?" She called quietly. She saw the detective huddled in a ball next to the bed. Blood was dripping from her right hand where the IV had ripped out. Her left arm was out of the sling and twisted awkwardly at her side. "Oh no."

Dr. Torres evaluated the semi-conscious patient who had added to her injuries a nasty gash above her right eye. The blood from the gash was running in to her eye and affecting her vision.

"Dr. Torres?" Liv croaked out. She could just make out a raven-haired blur before she passed out.

"I need some help in here!!!" Callie hit the call bell and flipped the emergency switch on the wall.

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Dr. Mark Sloan was surveying his work with his usual arrogance. "I don't think your friend will have to discount her prices once that seals." He smirked at his friend.

"Just drop it, Mark, ok?" Callie scowled behind her surgical mask.

"Ok, ok. You're awfully sensitive about her. What happened any way? How did that guy get to her again?"

"You know when's a good time to have a chat, Dr. Sloan? When I'm not resetting a patient's arm. Seriously? I'm working here." Dr. Torres requested a bone drill from one of the nurses and took a breath.

Mark could see she was not up for conversation and he was about to scrub out any way. "Ok, Torres. I'll leave you and your 'masterpiece' in peace."

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That night Dr. Torres left her patient resting comfortably and headed to Joe's. As she was staring at the bottom of her second drink, she heard a familiar voice.

"You were right." Mark Sloan hopped on to the stool next to his friend.

"Huh?" Big brown eyes looked up.

"You were right. She's a detective, not a hooker. You called it." He smiled as Joe handed him his usual. "Thanks, Joe."

"Oh that. Yeah." She bobbed her head.

"You ok, Torres?" Mark sipped his drink.

"I, uh, I don't know." Callie looked lost and confused.

"She's under your skin. She should be. She's hot." Mark smirked. "And no longer a hooker."

Callie sighed. "Yeah, but...she's a New York City detective. New York City...the one on the other side of the country."

Mark pursed his lips. "Right. So that prevents you from feeling comfortable lusting after her? She'll be gone in a few days. What's the harm in letting your mind and eyes wander?"

"Hello? Have you met me? I-I'm not great at covering up how I really feel. And I just...I can't let myself get hurt again." Callie downed her drink in a single gulp.

"Ok, you do realize how that just sounded? You've already fallen in love, broken up and gotten yourself hurt and you haven't even bought her a drink yet." Mark smirked. "You asked me to let you know when you start acting like a chick...well..."

"OH God." Callie dropped her head to the bar. "I've turned in to the girls I hate."

"It's not fatal, Callie." He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Just talk to her. Obviously keep it professional, but once she's released and cleared for New York, she's not your patient any more." Mark signaled Joe for another round.

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Olivia was still asleep when Dr. Torres stopped by for morning rounds. She was discussing her nighttime vitals and medications with the night nurse when she heard a stirring from the bed.

"Dr. Torres?" Brown eyes blinked open and tried to focus on the woman at the foot of her bed.

"Yes, detective. How are you feeling?" Callie couldn't help but smile broadly.

"Ugh. A little sore and like my head might explode. Aside from that...I'm good." Liv tried to smile through her discomfort.

"Nice try. Can you rate your pain from 1 to 5...on a normal person scale and not super-human feel-no-pain detective scale?" Callie fixed her patient with a very serious look.

Olivia closed her eyes. The pretty doctor had her number. "In that case, I'd have to go with about a 3."

"Ok, we're going to increase your pain medication. It might make you a little loopy, but it'll help make you more comfortable." She jotted some notes on her chart and handed it to the aid.

"Thanks, Dr. Torres. I appreciate that." She tried to smile, but it came out as more of a wince.

"So, uh, are you ok? Is there anyone we can call for you? A spouse...or significant other?" Callie immediately felt like a supreme ass for asking the lame question and felt the color rise in her cheeks.

Olivia was too good at her job not to read between the lines. "Nope. It's just me back east."

Callie raised both eyebrows and nodded with a glint in her big brown eyes. "Great. Ok, uh...I mean..." She closed her eyes and willed her pager to go off or the floor to collapse underneath her feet.

Olivia gave a soft snore.

Callie opened her eyes and saw that the pain meds had obviously caught up to her patient. She rubbed her forehead. "Thank God I get a chance to do that again."

As she turned her back to walk out of the room, brown eyes blinked open and the corners of Olivia's mouth turned up.

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Two days later Olivia was standing looking out the window of her room on her cell phone. "Yeah, El. Day after tomorrow if we get everything squared away. Cindy'll have to travel back to testify, but her parents can bring her home tomorrow." She was silent as Elliot spoke for a bit.

Dr. Torres waited at the door for her to finish.

"Oh, yeah. They're taking great care of me here." She laughed heartily in to the phone. "You could say that. Nurses not as much…but my doctor. She's pretty hot, actually. Not your type though...dark hair, dark eyes."

Callie's eyes grew wider as it dawned on her that the detective was likely talking to her friend from home about her. Her mouth hung open.

"I don't know Elliot. Maybe. She's a doctor and she's all the way out here. I don't even know if she's..." Liv took that moment to turn around and met Callie's shocked brown eyes.

Callie smiled adorably and bit her bottom lip.

"I'll call you back." Olivia snapped her phone shut and brought her hand to her mouth. "How much of that did you catch, Dr. Torres?"

A slow smile crept across Callie's full red lips. "Enough to know that once you sign this release paper work you should start calling me Callie."

Olivia nodded and ran her good hand through her hair. "That's good. Right?"

Callie nodded back and blinked. "Yeah, that's good, Olivia."

Olivia scratched her eyebrow. "Call me Liv."

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