Title: Dreaming
Author: gabs88
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Summary: Callie and Arizona are barely a month into their relationship. It's becoming everything they could have ever wanted. What could possibly change that?
Rating: T for now
Disclaimer: All characters belong to ABC/Shonda Rhimes. The story is mine.
Note: Loving the reviews guys, thank you all so much :). I am a review slut (I rated this T so I can say that, right?) so again, thank you! Love hearing the different ideas on whats going to happen. I wish this site had the ability to comment on reviews.

I also love angst and torturing readers, so...

Chapter Six
Distraction

Callie stood at the coffee cart, her pager going crazy in her pocket. She scrunched her eyebrows together, her mouth stuffed full of the bagel she had just bought as she sifted through her wallet to pay for her hurried breakfast. Paying the till operator, she pulled the bagel out of her mouth, mumbling a "thankyou" through the mouthful and picked up the coffee with the same hand as the bagel. She fished her pager out of her pocket, glancing at it to see '911, ER' flashing.

Callie didn't like to be relieved someone was hurt enough they required an Orthopaedic Surgeon to be paged to the ER, but she was. Scoffing her bagel and skulling her coffee between bites, Callie started to make the trek to the ER.

She needed the distraction. At this very moment, Arizona was packing up her entire apartment and about to have all her belongings put in storage. She hadn't spoken to the blonde in over twenty four hours. Her only view of her was when she had stalked her from the gallery. She would be flying out of the country in twenty four hours.

Not only this, but Izzy had had her surgery, successfully according to Shepherd, but was yet to wake up. All the tests were good, the EEG showed brain activity, her reflexes were intact, pupils equal and reactive. Callie could go on with the positive tests, she'd come in and gone through Izzy's chart early, anxious to see the proof herself. Everything looked good, just as Christina had text her from her spot beside Izzy's bed last night.

They just wouldn't know until she woke up. And that could be now, or days, or maybe never.

And Callie still felt guilty about George. She knew him, once. She knew he was a man filled with pride. And they had cornered him, put him down, even if that wasn't what they had meant to do. Callie didn't agree with what he was doing. But if she put her fear for him aside, she knew he was more the capable to do it.

Swallowing her final bite of bagel, tipping the coffee cup back, Callie burst into the ER.

"Hunt, what have we got?" She directed her voice at the red head standing at the desk. He glanced up, relief evident on his face when she entered.

"We don't know much, John Doe. ETA five minutes via ambulance. Hit by a bus, dragged further than you'd wish. He's not in good shape."

Callie raised her eyebrows, following him to the ambulance entrance bay, pulling on a trauma gown.

This? This was going to be the perfect distraction. This man sounded like he'd come to her in a mess. She'd make sure he got out of it. She didn't need a blonde in her life, or to think about cancer people or dying soldiers-she'd play God. And she'd win.

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Arizona looked around her apartment. Compared to the mess last night, it was getting there. A few more hours, and everything would be packed. She looked at the clock, seeing eleven am. She raised her eyebrows slightly. Time was just dragging by.

She had slept badly. The room didn't feel her own any more, half packed up as it was. She had ran through list after list of things she needed to do. She was glad her parents weren't coming to see her off. She loved them, but her energy levels weren't at their highest and she was emotionally drained as it was. Instead, they were flying out to see her in Africa in four weeks, when she was more settled.

Then, of course, her thoughts had turned to Callie. She was aching to see her. She was aching to touch her, to repeat the other night and just lose herself in her warmth and heat and hide from the fact that she was leaving and that that meant they were over. She'd looked at the clock, glowing three am. She considered it, for a long moment. But she just couldn't. It wouldn't be fair.

Those words were getting repetitive in her own head, but they were fact.

She felt her stomach ache. She wanted to see Callie.

Sighing, Arizona reached for the packing tape. She dropped it in shock as someone knocked on her door, surprising her.

"Shit." She'd told the girls eleven. And as usual, they were right on time.

Standing up, Arizona wiped her dusty hands on her jeans. Walking through the maze of boxes, she walked to the door, bracing herself a moment before opening it.

"Arizona!"

Four girls stood on the other side, all holding a bottle of wine.

Despite her mood, Arizona felt herself smile.

Her friends were a perfect diversion.

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The OR was like a war zone. The irony wasn't lost on Callie, considering the things that had been on her mind.

John Doe was trying to give up on them, and none of them would let him. His body was a mess: his arm had almost been torn off, multiple fractures, bleeding-both internal and external, his spleen was shredded, he had a perforated bowel. The list was endless.

But he was still hanging in there.

Callie took in a long breath as she scrubbed out, Bailey next to her.

"That was intense."

Bailey gave a mirthless laugh, "That man is lucky to be alive."

"He's a hero."

"He took a bus for a woman. That's the thing of romance." Bailey switched the water off and dried her hands, "Except, in romance, he wouldn't be hanging on to life by the skin of his teeth."

Callie sighed, "Long day."

Bailey nodded, "And it's only just beginning for him."

"Am I a bad person for being thankful for a huge trauma today?"

Bailey appraised her for a minute, "We've all been there."

Callie nodded.

The door swung behind Bailey as Callie finished up scrubbing out.

They had finally finished up the first surgery five hours after going in. Which they had had to do almost instantly, there was nothing conservative they could have done in the trauma room for their John Doe. It was two in the afternoon, and Callie felt like she'd been at the hospital for ever.

Turning around and leaning back against the sink, Callie pulled her phone out of her scrub pocket.

Flipping it over and over in her hand for a moment, Callie made a choice. There was one thing she could make herself feel better about.

Hitting dial on one of the contacts, she raised her phone to her ear. It rang.

And rang. And rang. Until voicemail picked it up. Callie sighed, not wanting to do it this way but not sure how else to get it out of her system.

"George...hey...it's me, it's Callie. I just wanted to apologise, for yesterday. You were right, we had missed it. It wasn't fair to corner you like that. I'm not going to pretend that I think this is a good idea, but...if anyone can do it, I know you can. We had a massive trauma come in this morning; its going to be a long one. I know a lot of people wish you were her to help with it. Anyway...good luck, stay in touch. And stay safe."

Callie ended the call.

Dropping her phone back in her pocket, she turned to get her first thing to eat since the bagel and to start planning the multiple surgeries that were ahead of John Doe.

She'd lose herself in this case.

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The apartment was empty. As in, completely empty. Arizona stood in the centre of the lounge room, no longer her lounge room. She took one final look around.

Nodding once, she turned and walked out, pulling the door shut behind her.

She walked quickly down the stairs and into the cab she had waiting to take her to the hotel, bags packed inside.

She didn't look back.

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Standing with her arms crossed, Callie stared at John Doe in his ICU bed. He was attached to every monitor they had, intubated and had a resident or intern with him at all times.

It was nine o'clock pm, and if he made it through the night, they'd be back into theatre tomorrow.

Callie was exhausted. Exhausted in the way that she loved, post a full day of intense surgeries and being on her feet, barely able to eat or drink, let alone think.

Now it was quiet. She pulled out her phone, heart leaping when she saw a new message-whether she was excited for it to be Arizona or George, she didn't know. She felt her heart sink when she saw it was Mark. The felt slightly guilty.

Izzies been awake for a few hours, her memories re-setting. Derek's got high hopes it'll resolve. Now go home and go to sleep, unless you want to meet at Joes for a drink?

Callie was grateful Mark was letting her know about Izzy. It was an awkward situation, but she was praying she'd make it through. At least she was awake.

Callie typed a quick reply.

Joes in ten?

Trying to not acknowledge the fact that it was thirteen hours until Arizona flew out, Callie headed towards the exit. Arizona hadn't contacted her. They had broken up. Seeing her would not help; she was leaving anyway. For two years. Maybe more, who knew? And the point was, they didn't know.

They were over.

A beer would go down a treat.

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The bar was nice, in that typical hotel style. Her friends had all wanted to join her, but Arizona had pretended she was meeting work people.

She'd lied. She actually wanted to be alone.

Her room, however, was oppressively quiet. So at nine o'clock she'd headed to the hotel bar for a drink. She ordered a glass of the most expensive white wine on the list, figuring she may as well enjoy a good white while she could.

Taking a sip, Arizona looked at the mirror that lined the wall behind bar, managing to people watch without having to turn around and be obvious about it. She loved hotel bars. You could be anyone in them, and anyone could be in them.

The wine was amazing.

Trying not to think, Arizona let her gaze wander through the groups seated at tables behind her. She accidentally caught the eye of a glossy redhead. Giving her a polite smile, Arizona took a sip of her wine again and continued to let her gaze float across the groups.

Movement made her eyes flick back and she felt them widen as the redhead stood and started towards her.

Oops.

The woman came up and stood beside her, leaning on an elbow on the bar and smiling at her.

"Hi."

Arizona put her wine glass down, turning slightly in her seat and wondering how she'd managed this. She'd been there ten minutes.

Smiling politely, Arizona returned the greeting.

The red head looked her up and down casually, "Alone in a hotel bar? That can usually be because you're meeting someone, or you've been stood up. Though I really couldn't believe the second option."

Arizona raised her eyebrows slightly. This one didn't hesitate. She took in the warm green eyes, the dark red hair. She was fit, her body obviously toned beneath the black cocktail dress.

Just the type she used to go for, back in her bar days.

Arizona realised it was a bit silly to make it sound like that was when she was eighteen. Back in her bar days had really only been a few months before Callie.

"Neither, actually."

"All alone then?"

Arizona smiled, "Quite happily."

The redhead looked at her almost empty wine glass, "If you want to change that, I'd love to buy you your next drink."

Arizona actually considered it, just for a second. It would be easy. It was almost second nature, she had never been a quiet one at drinks. She would go out purposefully looking for the best looking woman in the bar, she liked the challenge. It was even better if they were straight. It was rare, too, that she didn't leave without the woman she set her eyes on.

Arizona appraised her again. Cheek bones Mark would kill to recreate, and those eyes really were a fierce green. It would be so easy, to distract herself from what she really wanted to do and take the red head up stairs.

She was stunning, that was all there was to it.

But she wasn't Callie.

Arizona shook her head, doing her best to smile, "Thanks, but I'm enjoying my own company tonight."

The woman nodded once, obviously not one to beg, "If you change your mind, I'm right over there."

Arizona turned around on her seat back to the bar. She drained her wine glass and headed for the door.

It was probably best she went back to her room.

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Callie put her beer down, having finished it rather quickly.

"One more?" Mark went to order another.

"No, really, thanks though Mark."

Mark looked put out.

"Tores, its been a long day. Let's drink."

Callie could see right through him. He was concerned and wanted her to say.

"I'm fine, Mark." She smiled, "See?"

Mark looked at her over his beer, not buying it for a second. "It was a long day. We're going to be in surgery again all day tomorrow. Tomorrow is crappy for other reasons we don't have to talk about. Stay."

Callie wasn't sure what was wrong with her, but she really just wanted to be at home in her pyjamas.

"Tomorrow? I'll need a drink tomorrow. I'll need ten tomorrow. Tonight though, I need sleep."

Mark nodded, "You going to go see her?"

Callie shook her head, "We broke up. It's done, she's flying out tomorrow at ten. There's no point now."

Mark looked like he wanted to say something, but chose better.

"Want me to walk you?"

Callie looked over at Lexie drinking with some of the interns in the corner, "Stay, enjoy yourself." She dropped some money on the bar, "Behave yourself, too." She winked at him.

Mark watched her walk out, his face concerned.

Callie walked to her apartment in minutes. She opened the door, unsurprised to find it empty. Christina would be at the hospital, probably with Izzy. Or John Doe.

Heaving an exhausted sigh, Callie wandered into the kitchen and poured a glass of water, downing it quickly. Wandering through to her room, she considered a shower, event though she'd had one before changing at the hospital.

She almost missed the knock at the door.

Rolling her eyes, she walked over to it.

"Mark, seriously. I'm fine," She pulled it open, "You didn't-"

Callie froze, her eyes wide.

Arizona was standing in her door way, a look of absolute uncertainty on her face.

"Were you really going to let me go without saying goodbye?"

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