"Actually, I would like your opinion on something. I know you told me you were going to go to bed but I could hear your music in the hall way so I assumed it would be safe to knock on the door. I wouldn't normally do this but like I said the music indicated that you were still awake, I'm sorry… I can come back another time-" Callie smiled at the rambling blond.

"Arizona, its fine. You assumed right. I needed to unwind first, I wasn't asleep yet. I'll give you my opinion, stop rambling." Callie laughed softly. She didn't want her to think that she was making fun of her. Arizona looked her in the eyes and smiled. You didn't even have to see her smile because you could see it right there in her beautiful blue eyes. "I do really need to get up early though so we have to keep it short, okay?" Callie offered another apologetic smile.

"Yeah, no… Of course!" Arizona beamed. Callie grabbed the keys that were placed on the side table next to the door and closed the door behind her. She followed Arizona across the hallway and hesitated slightly. She used to go back and forth between these apartments all the time when Mark lived here. It was such a habit that she didn't even put her shoes on. She stepped inside and let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding.

"Callie, are you okay?" Arizona's was standing in Mark's kitchen waiting for Callie to join her. Callie had frozen when she set foot in the apartment. A flash of memories fell over her.

"Yeah… Just… Old memories," she smiled. Feeling better. They weren't bad memories but she couldn't help but feel the sadness that came with those memories nowadays.

"Of your old neighbor?" Callie raised an eyebrow but quickly realized Arizona wasn't pushing, just curious.

"Yes, he was my best friend-" she shook her head, "what did you need my opinion on?" she quickly changed the subject. She couldn't talk about Mark without starting to cry. She definitely didn't want to cry in front of Arizona.

Callie helped Arizona decide between a build in garbage disposer or a dishwasher. The Latina didn't have to think long about that one, of course she needed to pick the dishwasher. After that she helped her decide on the color and on the brand. She had kept it short and went home early. Once she got home she put on her PJ's and went to bed. Falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

The next day

Callie had been stuck in surgery all day. Operating on one trauma after the other. She wasn't going home anytime soon. The car accident which involved at least 15 cars was keeping all the surgeons at the hospital. Nobody would be going home tonight. She closed her patient up and left the OR to scrub her hands. She leaned on the sink and took in a deep breath. This was the first moment she had gotten to herself since this morning. She slept like a baby though so she wasn't tired, just processing what all she saw today. She had been a surgeon for years now but that didn't mean that she wasn't affected by what her patients went through. Three people had died today even though none of them were her patients she still felt for the families and loved ones that they left behind. Her thoughts were interrupted by the loud beeping of her pager. She sighed and took of her scrub cap before exiting the scrub room.

Callie walked into the pit looking around for who paged her. "Someone paged ortho!?" She raised her voice trying to be heard over the commotion that was going on.

"Yes! Bed 5!" she heard one of the nurses reply.

She walked over to the bed that was closed off from the pit by a curtain. Opening it in one swift motion she was met with big blue eyes. "Hey, Callie! I was hoping I would see you here," Arizona smiled widely at her.

"A-Arizona? What are you doing here?" Callie looked at the young boy on the bed and walked over to the foot end of the bed, grabbing the charge. Trying to keep herself busy but internally freaking out. Arizona was here. Working.

"I work here, Dr. Callie," She smiled again, "This here is Matthew he was in a car accident today. Can you take a look at his leg?"

"Sure thing-" She nodded at Arizona. "Hi, Matthew. My name is Dr. Torres, can I take a look at your leg?" The little boy looked really scared but nodded his head. She removed the blankets from his leg.

"I'm going to touch your leg now, if it hurts too much just say 'stop', okay?" She smiled at the boy trying to make him more comfortable. She turned her head towards Arizona.

"Where are his parents?" she whispered making sure the boy couldn't hear her. She focused her attention on the leg once more.

"Mom is in surgery and dad is on his way in," She felt Arizona's breath on her ear as she whispered. A shiver ran down her spine.

"O-okay," Callie stuttered as Arizona had succeeded in making her flustered, again.

"Okay Matthew, I think you broke your leg but we'll have to make a really cool picture to know for sure, okay?" She saw the tear stained tracks on his face. He nodded again. "You're going to be just fine, your dad will be here soon." She reassured him as he lit up at the mention of his dad.

"Possible femur fracture, get me an x-ray," Callie spoke to a young intern who basically started running before Callie could even finish her sentence. Raising her eyebrows, "Okay, thanks," she chuckled over the over-achieving student. She wrote down her notes on the chart and hung it back on the bed.

"Thanks for your consult, Dr. Torres," Callie saw the smirk on Arizona's face and turned her body towards her. She needed to take back control in this situation. She looked at the name tag the other doctor was wearing.

"My pleasure, Dr. Robbins," she stated. Intending to pronounce Arizona's name in a husky voice.

She walked away, leaving a stunned blond behind. Up until this last moment Arizona had had the upper hand. Callie was glad she could surprise the woman and take that smirk off her face and put it on her own.

Once everything had slowed down Callie went home. It had been a, on her part, successful day but a long one. She poured herself a glass of wine and laid down on her couch with some soft music playing in the background. Thirty minutes later she had finished her glass of wine and felt relaxed enough to go to bed. She changed into her PJ's and crawled under the covers.

She was running, faster and faster. Running but she wasn't moving. She could hear him getting closer. His panting becoming louder, she could practically smell his sweat. Tears were streaming down her face. "COME ON CALLIE, RUN!" She yelled at herself. Her legs were making the movement, why wasn't she moving!? She looked back over her shoulder but couldn't see him.

"Callie," he sang her name, "Callie, you can't run from me." Chills ran down her spine and a cold sweat formed on her forehead. "I can smell you Callie, I'm so close." She closed her eyes and her surroundings disappeared. She opened them again but nothing had changed, she was still running without moving.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" She yelled. She could feel his presence. She could feel he was close. She stopped running, what was the point if she wasn't moving anyway. She gave up, like she always did because she knew he was going to be stronger and faster.

"There you are," his rough voice was right behind her and she felt the hairs in the back of her neck stand up. He placed his hands on her shoulder and her body shocked. Tears streaming down her face. He pressed himself against her back and she could feel his breath on her shoulder. Looking down she realized she was now completely naked. She could have sworn she was wearing clothes just mere second earlier. His hands reached the front of her body. His hands playing with her breasts as Callie held in her breath, afraid to make sudden movements that will piss him off. She had learned from previous experiences that it was better to just cooperate. His hands lowering towards her stomach. A loud sob escaped her mouth. "Shut up," he growled. She nodded her head. Biting her lips preventing her from making another sound. She couldn't help the shaking of her body, though. He didn't seem to mind. His hands lowering once more. She gasped-

"NO!" she screamed out before she realized she had just woken up from a nightmare. She sat up on her bed and put her knees up to her chest, hugging them tightly against her. She quickly wiped the tears that were still left on her face. Her breathing was fast and hard to control. In… and out. One. In… and out. Two. In… and out. Three. She kept counting until her breathing was back to normal. When her heart also found its normal rhythm she stretched her legs. She could already feel the muscle pain coming up from tensing her body. She checked for scratch marks but there didn't appear to be any. She looked around her room to make sure she hadn't kicked anything over. She felt so incredibly dirty. His hands had once again been on her body and she was disgusted with herself. She rubbed her arms to get rid of some of the dirty sensation but it didn't help. She slowly made her way over to the bathroom. She got undressed and stepped into her shower. She turned on the hot water and waited for it to actually get hot. She stepped under the stream and let out a deep breath. She leaned her forehead against the cool wall and let the heat rinse the dirt off of her. About 10 minutes later she sat down and grabbed the wash cloth that was laying in the corner. She also grabbed the bottle of body wash that was placed next to it and started scrubbing. She started with her arms, moved on to her legs, her breasts, her stomach and finally her thighs. Her skin burning from the pressure she had put on it while scrubbing. She let out a sigh of relief when she didn't feel dirty anymore. Any feeling was better than the feeling of being dirty. The feeling of his hands on her body. All she felt now was a slight burn. It had taken 45 minutes to feel clean again. She got up and got out of the shower. Dried her body, got dressed and crawled back under the covers in the hope that she didn't wake up again until the sun was up. Hoping that she didn't have to take another shower again tonight. Hoping that now, she could sleep peacefully.