A/N Hey! So sorry this has took me so long to update! I've been super busy all summer with exams, going to volunteer in Africa and starting college etc! I hope to start getting this story going now as I've finally decided what going to happen! Thank you for the incredible responses Ive received.

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CHAPTER 4

Callie had sat for what felt like hours on the bean bag talking, as well as quietly crying. She had told and retold Arizona of the surgery revising and reenacting each incision and suture, trying each time to decipher the fault; the fault which cost a man his life.

Arizona watched her delicate hands moving backwards and forwards over the imaginary patient, concentrating on the way her nails grew only ever so slightly over the tips of her fingers. The long bones which firmly held the non existent scalpel, graceful and elegant, perfectly smooth, with only a small scar below her knuckle. Her ring finger was bare, not even a small tan line, showing signs of yearning for the right one. Arizona look down at Sofia, her small hand clasping the strap of Arizonas top, similar to her mothers - just scar-free.

All of what Callie told Arizona simply went over the blondes head, however she listened intently and gave a reassuring nod ever so often. Arizona found it mesmerising how much passion the woman had with her job, hoping God forbid one day if she were a patient at Seattle Grace, that she'd have a doctor like Callie. Called eyes fired passion and strength, yet emotionally worried about the consequences of her incorrect actions, while Arizona's sea-blue eyes glistened awe and a caring streak towards the woman.

"I don't understand how this has happened. It's a simple surgery, I do it all the time." Callie wept quietly, emotionally drained from the insanity of performing her imaginary surgery over and over again.

She felt a warm hand circle over her knee giving her goosebumps from the warmth and severity; she looked up at the blond having barely made any sort of connection since she'd been playing god. She saw the sympathy the woman held for her in her eyes, the blue looking like a stream in a summers day; Callie pulled back her deep red lips and smiled, revealing her perfectly set white teeth and small creases on her cheeks. Her heart warmed and calmed almost instantly, she then looked down at her sleeping child, snuggle cosily into Arizona's chest, her lips faintly mumbling her rehearses song lines, her eyes occasionally opening slightly to show the dreaming girl oblivious to the world. As Callie looked back up towards the woman she could see Arizona had notice the affection she had shown Sofia, and herself.

"Callie," Arizona begun. "It was an accident. I know it's not an everyday accident but something went wrong that shouldn't have. A man died, yes it's horrible, but it's irreversible. Repeating over and over again what you've done won't bring him back, but only reassure you more it was your fault. Sofia needs you, why not wait until tomorrow, when you're fresh minded and have been able to sleep. You look exhausted — you both do."

Arizona looked down at Sofia, using her hand to smooth over the tops of the small girls dark hair. She then brushed her own hair behind her eyes, a childhood nervous habit, before looking back up at the brunette again.

"I went and got my phone afterwards, I went and got my phone -" Callie was quietly laughing, as if someone had said a funny joke. Arizona looked at her, unsure how such a simple statement would be so hilarious. The confusion of her face caused the woman to continue. "I got my freaking phone to call Mark, to tell him about it, to ask him what I should do, to ask him to fetch Sofia. Mark, he always knew what to do, or what to say to cheer me up. And then I remembered he's gone. Dead. My Mark is dead and I needed to call him."

Sofia fidgeted in Arizona's arms, changing her position, getting comfortable, leaving Arizona the uncomfortable one.

"And it was only then that I realised - I have no one. I have no one besides a kid who doesn't know her left from her right. I'm alone; Calliope Iphegenia Torres, alone. God. At high school, college, university, even my internship I was always out there, never alone. Now look at me. The love of my life is dead and I'm here weeping like a mad woman."

"Calliope, please." Calliope rolled of Arizona's tongue as if it were a normal part of her everyday vocabulary. No one called Callie 'Calliope' except her father, she despised the name; however, as Arizona spoke it, a warm sensation burned through her body. "You're not alone, you have Sofia, you have your friends — I see your very close with Dr Grey and Dr Shepherd, surely that counts for something."

Callie sighed, her eyes giving away what she really yearned for. "I don't mean like that though, yes they are incredible friends, but I need more. I need sex. I need to feel alive."

Arizona blushed violently. After days on end being spent with kindergarten she rarely heard the mention of such actions, especially using the correct words. April and her would use alternative innocent words when they spoke about sex; not that they did that much. However, Callie seemed almost at ease talking about it, it's probably the doctor, anatomical-interested side of her coming out.

Arizona looked down to check the status of Sofia, after confirming to herself that the child was still fast asleep Arizona continued.

"When you're not upset, when you're over… being upset…. there will be people lining up for you." The hesitation in her voice lingered for the first half, then ease plummeted through her veins and Arizona blurted out the rest.

Callie at first was puzzled by what Arizona was making out, but by the last half of the sentence and the violent shade of ruby her cheeks turned, it was evident of the woman's intentions.

Callie softly smiled at the woman, leaning over to rub Sofia's back. Her hand accidentally traipsed briefly along Arizona's thigh, Callie felt as if sparks were flying from her fingertips and she saw a wave of goosebumps appear over Arizona's skin. The tension between the women began to rise, Callie noticed herself getting more and more nervous by the minute; forgetting everything about the surgery and the problem she was going to face at work tomorrow; all she could focus on was the woman in front of her.

"I think I'd better go, it's passed midnight, I'm sorry for keeping you up all this time, you've probably got so much work to do. No, forget that. You've probably got an entire family waiting for you to come home!" Callie leaned over the woman to pick up the sleeping child, reluctant to wake her above and disturb her angelic sleep.

"I don't have anyone either. No man, no woman." Her voice lowered to almost a quiver. "No children."

"Arizona— wait. Am I okay calling you that?" Arizona slightly nodded, taken aback by how natural the name came to her. "I think you'll make a brilliant mother; I mean look at you."

Callie gestured towards Arizona's lap where Sofia slept peacefully, Arizona's eyes glistened. With not much space between the women, they could almost hear the racing of each others hearts. As Callie leaned in further to scoop the child off her lap, Arizona tilted her head upwards and placed a soft, yearning kiss on her closed lips.

The feel of the other woman lips tore through Callie's veins like adrenaline. Her head turned into a jungle, a chaotic jungle. Words, conversations, looks, all swirling around her head at what felt like a hundred miles an hour. Every feel of isolation and loneliness simply disappeared into a memory, fantasy merged with reality, questions filled her head, yearning for answers, unexplainable to Callie.

Arizona felt queasy, a nervous nausea of dread of betrayal lay quivering in her stomach. What had she done? Did this cross the line? Her body felt alive, woman, human. She hadn't felt like this in years; she felt like a lovestruck fresher, giggly, excited — the unknowingness exhilarated her. Slowly pulling away she released the child into Callie's grasp and together they slowly stood up.

Callie was in shock, Arizona could tell. She had kissed enough 'straight' girls in her time to know when someone was questioning every decision on their sexuality they had ever made. Arizona loved it, she almost felt dominant of Callie's fate.

Slowly they walked to the decorated door of her classroom, neither one of them wanting to face reality or put an end to this night. Oh so many questions ran through Callie's naive mind; both for Arizona and herself.

As they reached the door, Arizona noticed Callie fumble around in her pocket. She turned around to face Arizona before leaving; taking in the look of absentmindedness and innocence that gleamed in her eyes like a child. Her smooth, glowing skin, raised on her cheeks, outlining her facial features. Her soft pouty lips, with small creases ingrained either side, giving her a constant kind smile; everything that made Arizona herself Callie tried to acknowledge — trying to take it all in.

She passed Arizona a small slip of crumpled paper and pressed it into the palm of her hand, holding it there for a second longer than anybody who's relationship had platonic feelings would. She placed a soft kiss on her cheek, placing her cheek on Arizona's, feeling the heat of her skin. As she pulled away, Callie looked into the other woman's eyes before saying: "We should do this again."

As she turned and left Arizona couldn't quite function what had happened. She still felt heat upon her skin where Callie had planted the kiss, and already missed the butterfly sensation she felt in her stomach.

Looking down and unfolding the crumpled paper, she saw a series of digits sprawled out, with a simple '-C x' to end. Arizona smiled down at the paper and tucked it safely into the back pocket of her trousers.

Gathering her things together she made her way out of classroom; taking a last look round the empty classroom for the night, she tried to comprehend in her head the series of events that had occurred. She had crossed the line, she knew.

But Calliope Torres — that woman was worth it.