"So, I think we need some rules."

Arizona glanced back where the voice came from and looked at the woman who was fidgeting on her fingers. Ignoring the woman, she went back to drinking her scotch looking nowhere.

Callie sighed. Pretty much familiar with Arizona's stubbornness, she stepped into the balcony where her ex is relaxing in. "I know we are both forced to do this. But we have different reasons why we agreed to this. I won't get in your way and don't get in mine. I just want to finish med school and what you do is up to you."

Trying to ignore the still half naked ex who is lying on her back, Callie walked in front of Arizona's view. "Are you really going to ignore me?" Arizona looked up and rolled her eyes. She reached for her carton of cigarettes and lit one up.

"Fine, just tell me which I can have as my bedroom, I'll arrange all the things Aria had delivered." Callie asked once more.

For the first time since she arrived, Arizona looked in to Callie's eyes. "I don't have any spare room."

"This penthouse has 3 rooms. Yours, the game room and the gym, so which one can be transformed into a bedroom?" Callie annoyingly asked.

"You just said it. No spare room." Arizona stood up. Finished her drink, dropped the glass on the table and gulped the drink in her mouth, without leaving her eyes over Callie's. "I assume Tim gave you a key card for the penthouse?" With a slight nod from Callie, Arizona left her standing alone in the balcony.


Callie was busy packing her things scattered in her desk. The adjustment from her previous school to this one is a little bit complicated, her schedule was all over the place, some advance classes was in her list. She looked at Addison and Mark bickering over whatever. She just smiled watching her childhood friends.

Addison Adrianne Forbes Montgomery and Mark Everett Sloan, their families are a long time business partner of Carlos Torres. They used to play around in the Torres' yard during the summer, running around playing tag, just the 3 of them. Aria sometimes joins them but have age appropriate friends too. When they grew up, Addison and Mark still went their way to visit Callie and spend their summer vacation in the beach, yachts and a lot of tan lines. So when his father was about to ship her off, she requested the one place where her favorite people live.

Her friends were still bickering, so she just followed them out of them room with a smile on her face. Callie fixed her bag strap on her shoulder and when she looked up, she saw those eyes that have been haunting her since the woman gave her a lollipop.

Arizona was leaning on the wall with a shit-eating-grin on her face. Callie furrowed her brows over the woman and followed her friends when she noticed that the blonde pushed herself off the wall and skipped to Callie's side. Callie forced a smile when Arizona reached up to her and grinned.

"Torres, right?" Arizona stated. Callie just stared at Arizona, she glanced back at Addison and Mark who was shaking their heads and plastered a fake smile when Arizona turned her head towards where Callie's sight was on.

Arizona flashed her dimpled smile and asked. "I was wondering if you would like to go out to dinner with me?" Callie saw her friend insistently shaking their heads.

"Robbins." Arizona offered her hand. Not letting the woman get away. When Callie just looked at her hand, she wrinkled her brows together. No one can just resist Arizona Robbins. Especially when she's using the 3 hit combo. So she goes to plan b. This woman must be another class of a woman. Wine and dine type.

"So dinner?" Arizona asked once more.

Callie opened her mouth but closed it. She smiled and let the blonde think for a bit. "I'm sorry. But I think it's a bit early for dinner. But thanks!" With that, Callie sashayed away.


"You are shacking up with Robbins?!" Addison muttered as Callie told her about the things that happened the day after the polo match.

"Say it louder. I don't think the paparazzi in the lobby heard you." Callie replied. They were both sitting in Addison's condo, overlooking the water. "Where's Mark?"

"Prowling for girls probably." Addison shrugs. "So living with Robbins?"

"My dad thinks its good PR." Callie just popped a grape in her mouth. "No more Robbins warning labels?"

"Did you ever listen?" Her friend rebutted.

"I did. Once." Callie shrugs. Addison just shook her head and catches up with her friend for the long lost time.

After a couple of hours hanging out, "How about we hunt Mark?" Addison yelled from her bedroom to her friend who was sprawled out in her couch with a wine bottle.

Callie raised her head. "Sure. Not so excited to go back to my new 'home'."

A short drive from Addison's condo, they arrived in a low key pub. Callie instantly saw Mark, working his way to a brunette that is wearing a skimpy dress. She looked back at her friend, they shared a look and walk their way towards the man.

"Mark baby, how are you?" Callie said in her sultry voice as she rubs Mark's arm.

"Cal- what?" Mark looked at his friend with confusion.

"Mark? Who are these people?" Addison placed her hands on her hips. Mark was about to say something but Addison already have words coming out of her. "You're cheating? On our anniversary?" She yelled, startling the young brunette and making Callie laugh but went back to their play.

After a muffled apology of the woman, Callie and Addison shared a loud laugh but were stunned when they heard a group of people yelling in the corner.

The trio looked where the noise came from. Familiar faces were in their view. Alex Karev and Teddy Altman in the booth clapping their hands while their gaze was set on Arizona and some red head in a tight skirt.

"I see she's back in her old ways." Callie comments as she turned back to finish her drink.


"So what's with the head shaking earlier?" Callie asked nonchalant when they arrived in the coffee shop.

Mark and Addison shared a look.

"Robbins. The 3 hit-kill Zone." Mark started.

Callie laughs as they sat in their usual table. "What is she? Some sort of killer?"

"Lady –Killer." Addison answered. Mark just nodded and Callie looked at them with confusion in her face.

Addison explained. "She used to be the sweet girl back in high school. Straight A's. She didn't really have girlfriends back then, Robbins have dates. Never a girlfriend. But something changed 2nd term of freshmen year, I think it's because of-" Addison trailed and looked at Mark. "Anyway, she became worse, girls every other night. Or a few every night."

"We weren't really close to Robbins. Way back, she was friends with everyone. Our families meet in an annual gala. We chat with her every now and then. But not really friends." Mark continued.

"So what's with the 3 hit whatever?" Callie wondered.

"How about we show you?" Addison warns. "It'll serve as a warning."

After a couple of hours, the trio met up in a hip new bar near the campus. Settling in the farthest booth, Callie watched people drink, laugh and make a fool of themselves. Then like a whirlwind, the door opens, hearing a stunning melodic laugh, Callie turned her head to face the newcomer.

This woman who she barely know, she briefly remembers the blonde looking at her during the orientation, who gave her a lollipop during her meltdown. Somehow curious about this 'Robbins'.

Noticing her friend slightly smiling, Addison took this as a sign to knock her off her daydream. "There's Robbins. Watch that."

Addison pointed at the woman who was the topic of their discussion. Robbins was winking to her friends and giving them a thumbs up while she waltzed her way to group of girls by the end of the bar, laughing out loud. Callie watched as Robbins point at the different heads of the girls, she stopped when her friend's profusely nodding at a small brunette with boobs that can drown.

Robbins slipped her arms across the bar and blocked the view of the brunette from her friends and flashed her signature smile, offering her right hand, Callie can read how Robbins lips move to introduce herself.

"First hit, the hand shake, Robbins' first hit. She'd introduce herself and offer her hand. If you take it, she won't let it go." Addison leaned in towards Callie's ear as they watched the brunette took the hand being offered, they can see that Robbins is gently using her thumb in her right hand to massage the woman's knuckles and the left hand slowly gliding over the woman's thigh.

Robbins pulled the woman's hand and kissed it lightly without removing her graze on the woman. "Second hit. Robbins would kiss the woman's hand and maintain eye contact. Closing in for the kill when she pulls the woman and-" Addison didn't even finish her sentence when Robbins use the hand she was holding and pull the woman towards her, leaning in the brunette's ear, Callie watched as the woman shiver, licked her lips and pulled Robbins in for a kiss. A forceful kiss at that.

"Aaaaaand knocked out!" Mark cheered mockingly. They watched as the woman pulled away from Robbins and dragged her out of the bar. Robbins' friends nodded in approval and gave a silent slow clap when Robbins turned to smirk at them.


"Can I sleepover at your house tonight?" Callie asked Addison. "I really don't want to walk in to my so called 'house' and watch my degenerate ex hump some poor girl." Pointing at her ex who was being pulled out of the pub by a most probably horny red head.

Addison put her glass down. "Of course." She glanced back at Arizona and her friends who was egging her and the red head to go 'get it on'. "I really thought you set Robbins straight from her womanizing."

"Robbins is nowhere near straight." Mark muttered that made the trio laughed a little.

Callie catches Arizona's eyes, for a moment she thought the famous Robbins felt the same feeling she felt about her, that they had something real. Coming back, she just proved that she was just another conquest. Callie sighed, she wiped a single tear away while turning away from Arizona.

"I thought so too. But I was just another number to her."


Italics are flashbacks. And I'm not giving up on my other fic. This one is just really fun to write. :) Thank you as always!