It has been a very busy day at the hospital. Mark Sloan had been called in to consult on way to many cases today. As much as he loved his job sometime his brain just ached. That meant it was time for a beer at Joes. Which meant that it was time to change out of his scrubs into his jeans. As we walked out of the elevator and down the carpet warn hall towards his apt he couldn't help but smile. Summer was leaning against the door frame. It had been two months that they had been dating but it seemed like forever… and not in the "OMG IT"S BEEN FOREVER" kind of way. It was very comfortable. Like they had known each for a long time.

"What are you doing here?: he smiled.

"I was waiting for this hot guy that lived in this unit, but I guess you'll do." She leaned in to kiss him. She was warm, and soft and it felt good to hold her in his arms.

"So…I have to pick up Charlie from his dad's tomorrow. You wanna come with me?" She was unsure of how to approach the topic of Mark meeting her 3 year old. She knew he wanted children, but a ready made family was a totally different story. Not to mention it was a big step in their relationship. She hadn't introduced any of the men she'd dated since her divorce to her son.

"Really?" Mark smiled in wonder. He had heard thousands of stories about Charlie. Seen dozens of pictures and cell phone videos. But had yet to meet the precocious son. The both knew that it was big step to meet her son. Just like it was a big step for her to meet his friends. Which she had not done yet. His friends were his family. She knew Callie from the meeting in the bar but that was it. Maybe it was time to take that next step with her. Leaning in he kissed her softly as he unlocked the door. "Only it you come with me to Joe's tonight.?"

It was her turn to smile in wonder. "Really?" He nodded as he opened the door. "I would love to!"

Across the hall the door opened to his neighbors apt and a girl with green and red streaks in her hair,which sort of made her look like a christmas tree came walking out of Calliope Torres's apt. He hair was slightly muffled, and she look just a little off balance. "So.. wow.. I mean.. you.. know.. " she sort of giggled like she didn't know what to say.

Callie held the door open, still clothed in only a bed sheet. She leaned in and kissed the girl. Grabbing the back of her Christmas tree head. The girl moaned into the kiss. "Call me later." Callie said as she released the girls head. The girl smiled as she walked away. Mark cleared his throat to alert her that other people were there. Other people being him and Summer. She looked their direction and smiled. "What?" she laughed.

"Name?" Mark questioned.

Rolling her eyes slightly Callie paused to think.."Amber. Name?" she indicated towards the blonde on his left.

"Do you really want me to introduce you in a bed sheet?" She made a face at him. "Joe's." He stated.

"Give me 10 minutes." She closed the door behind her.

Doing the same the couple went into Mark's apt.

"is she always such a player?" Summer asked as she sat on the sofa while Mark went into his room to change.

"Player? Torres? No, she just blowing off some steam."

"Must be quite hot over there cause I've seen at least 6 woman going in and out since we met."

Mark couldn't' help but laugh. She had been having some fun lately. It's like they switched places. "She just healing."

"OHhhh right the blonde with the name.. Ari.. no.. Arizona right?"

"SSSShhhh!" Mark whispered. "That is she who must not be named."

Summer had heard all the stories. All about the relationship between Mark and Callie and the relationship that was Callie and Arizona. It was sad that things had ended like they did, but she was glad that the brunette was more into women then her best friend. Cause she didn't plan on sharing Mark Sloan. He was definitely a catch. She knew how protective he was of Torres, and that the she who must not be named comment was not only for her but for himself as well. He had been the one to nurse her through her pain.

Returning from his room she smiled. He had on jeans and t-shirt and smelled of Eternity. She kissed him again just to get a little closer to the smell before they headed out the door and down to Joe's. She was excited to meet his friends.

Callie hopped out of the shower and wiped her hand across the mirror to clear the steam. She simply loved the shorter hair… the blue streaks.. maybe it was time for that to go. She dressed and readied herself to go to Joe's and meet , officially, Mark's new girlfriend. Sometimes it was hard to be around him. He was all happy and had his own little bubble that she assumed was less pink and more green. He didn't want to come out of the bubble. She could think about her own little pink bubble she had live in with Arizona now, and it didn't hurt so much. Of course she had been distracting herself, but it had worked. She had made new "Friends". She told them up front that she was damaged goods and that fun was all she wanted. To her surprise, the more unavailable she made herself the more they seemed to be interested. Emma, the always fun red-head that she had met at Joe's told her it was because they all wanted to be the one to save her. Funny thing was, they were saving her. In the only way they could. By being a distraction. She knew that was wrong and inconsiderate on so many levels, but they had gone into it with their eyes wide open. She purposely picked women that she knew she only wanted one thing with. Emma was a little different. Yes, the hooked up on a regular basis, but they were like the same person. They got along, but didn't' want anything from each other. It had worked out quite well.

She heard the door to Mark's apt close. She did miss that hand in hand feeling. Knowing that you had someone to call when something bad happened, or when you had a really good day. Someone other than Mark Sloan. She stepped into her walk in closet. It was always a mess in here. Arizona was always on her about that. She smiled at that thought. At least she could remember the good along with the bad now. She picked up a pair of her scrubs from the floor to put in the laundry. Checking the pockets she found some papers that had clearly been washed before. So much for remembering that. She opened them slowly trying to salvage any important information that might have been on them. When finally opened she had to laugh. The paper held a phone #...

"Use it if the feeling strikes you"

She remember when she had tried so hard to get that # off her hand. That she had felt guilty about it. About it being there and about writing it down. She felt guilty. But the girl had been nice and funny and she never inteneded to use it. She just wrote it down as a reminder that someone had flirted with her. She had completely forgotten that she had even written it down, until now. Looking at the # she put it on the counter, instead of the trash. And grabbed her black leather jacket before walking out the door to Joe's.