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The last time.
Three weeks ago, they had both agreed that it would be the last time between them, but in this moment — a moment where she was sat 5ft away from Colleen shamelessly flirting with Arizona — Callie realized that she didn't want it to be the last time. Ever.
For three weeks, she had fought so hard to try and deny everything she was feeling. She tried avoiding Arizona and Erica to sort her head out; she slept in the on-call rooms instead of going home most nights, and she tried to only see Arizona in the lab, or in patients rooms. But it was pointless trying to avoid Arizona, because they would always end up spending most of their time together, anyway.
And that's when she knew.
Her hands typed furiously across the computer she was sat at. Colleen, she almost scoffed out loud at the mere thought of Arizona and her Ortho nurse. It was driving her crazy, Colleen was relentless in her pursuit of her Arizona - flirting at every single opportunity she got.
And that was when Callie officially realized that what she and Arizona had, wasn't 'just sex'. Well, that wasn't entirely true; she had realized it a while ago. Now, though, she was finally going to take a stand and do something about it. She didn't want to see anyone flirting with Arizona. She didn't want anyone else grazing Arizona's arm with their hand. And she didn't want anyone else bringing their bedroom eyes out in full force in an attempt to sleep with Arizona.
Callie didn't want any of that. Because she wanted Arizona.
It was almost frightening how hard she had fell for this woman, and she was sick of fighting it. Callie was sick of pretending that she didn't feel anything, because she felt everything for Arizona. She wanted to be with her all the time, wanted to kiss her, wanted to go home holding hands with her at the end of the night. She wanted a relationship with the woman who promised that they would only have one night together, and she wanted out of the one that she was currently still in - she wanted to end things with Erica.
What if Arizona didn't feel the same way? That was the question that had been running through her mind non-stop lately. What if Arizona was happy with them having just sex? The blonde had never gave even so much of a hint that she wanted anything more. But there were moments - moments where Callie would find Arizona staring at her when she wasn't looking, or when their hands would brush intimately and Arizona would never pull her hand away, or like when Colleen flirted with her and those gorgeous blue eyes would flick up to look at Callie every ten seconds to see her reaction. It was those kind of moments where she thought that Arizona wanted more than just sex.
"Oh come on," Colleen giggled, her hand brushing over the blonde's white lab coat. "You were totally the girl in high school that every single straight girl had a crush on."
Arizona laughed. "Uhm, no," she shook her head a little. "I don't think so. I was actually kind of a geek in high school." She glanced at the chair a few feet away, her eyes clashing with chocolate brown—dark chocolate brown. Callie's eyes were a noticeable shade darker - the kind of shade they usually took up when she was aroused. But she wasn't aroused right now, Arizona knew that. Callie was angry, really angry.
"A geek?" Colleen questioned playfully. "Well, I'm sure you were the geek that everybody had a crush on, then," she teased lightly.
Arizona smirked. "Is that your way of saying that you have a crush on me?" She bit her lip and cocked her head to the side, her eyes completely focusing on Colleen's face.
She didn't want to flirt with Colleen. And up until right now, she hadn't flirted back, but she wanted a read on what Callie was feeling. And Arizona knew that if she flirted, then she would get that reading - those brown eyes would tell her everything that she needed to know. Callie's eyes could hide nothing.
Colleen blushed. "Everyone has a crush on you, Arizona," she admitted, leaning on the edge of the nurses station. "Me included," she added quietly.
Arizona felt her heart rate increase as the sound of Callie's hands hitting the keyboard got scarcely louder with Colleen's last comment; she was definitely jealous. And that was confusing, because Callie didn't have a right to be jealous - Callie was with Erica, which meant she shouldn't be getting jealous when her sex buddy flirts with other people. But she loved that Callie was jealous, really loved it. Because jealousy meant that Callie felt something.
"Everybody, huh?" The blonde asked, a small laugh leaving her lips.
"Everybody," Colleen confirmed with a flirty wink. "So I was wondering if you—"
"Colleen, did you check on my patient in 2308?" Callie cut in sternly. She couldn't take it anymore, and she knew that Colleen had opened her mouth to ask the killer question; she was going to ask Arizona out, and Callie couldn't take hearing a "yes" spill from those perfect lips.
Colleen pouted at the Doctor interrupting her. "I was just about to do it, Dr. Torres."
"Could you do it now, please?" Callie asked politely, trying to keep the annoyed tone out of her voice. "I'm sure Dr. Robbins will still be here to flirt with when you get back." She really tried not to say it, but she couldn't help it.
Colleen glared at the brunette, before gathering the patients chart from the pile. "Bye, Dr. Robbins," she whispered closely to the blonde's ear before walking away.
Arizona offered up a flirty, "bye," and turned back to Callie, who was ultimately refusing to meet her gaze and staring at her phone. "So, you're the jealous type, then, huh?" She braced her elbows on the desk, waiting patiently for the harsh response that she knew was about to come.
"Excuse me?" Callie asked, her jaw tightening in anger at the question.
It was hard to keep the smug look of her face. "You're jealous," Arizona stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You got jealous because Colleen was flirting with me."
She finished sending a text to Erica, saying that they needed to have a serious talk tonight. There was no point in putting it off. Callie wanted it to be out the way as soon as possible.
"I'm not jealous," Callie said defensively. "I asked her to do it a half hour ago, and she chose to stand and flirt with you, instead. It's unprofessional." That was a weak argument and she knew it, and judging by the raised eyebrow from Arizona...so did she.
"Unprofessional?" Arizona laughed loudly. "Calliope, do you know how many people are having sex in this hospital right now?" She saw Owen and Cristina scamper off into an on-call room before Colleen started flirting up a storm. "Having sex at work is unprofessional; flirting...is harmless."
Callie found herself shaking her head in annoyance. "She's obsessed with you," she mumbled under her breath, going back to her work at the computer.
"She's not obsessed with me," Arizona defended, rounding the desk to gather up her charts. "She just-She's been like that ever since we hooked up. It's my own fault, I shouldn't have slept with her in the first place." The words left her mouth before she even realized what she was saying. Talking about your previous hook-ups with your current hook-up probably wasn't the best conversation route to pursue – especially when there was clear feelings directed towards the current hook-up.
Callie felt her heart plummet. The thought of Arizona having sex with someone else killed her. But that was reality; Arizona was single, she would do whatever she wanted. "Yo-You slept...with Colleen?" The devastation in her voice was abundantly clear.
Guilt wracked Arizona's entire body. "I-Yeah," she fumbled over the words awkwardly. She sat down in the empty seat next to Callie. "When I first moved here, before I met—before we had sex...the first time," she stammered out, trying to meet Callie's eyes. "Are you okay?"
"What, no! I'm fine," Callie brushed it off with a laugh, ignoring the constricting feeling in her chest. "I just-We're friends, or whatever. I thought you would have told me if you were dating someone." She kept her eyes trained on the computer, refusing to look at those baby blues that were burning a hole through the side of her head.
"I'm not dating her," Arizona said in a rush. "I slept with her once, when I first moved here, and now she's got a crush, or whatever it is." She reached her hand out a fraction of an inch in an attempt to touch the tanned one that was clenched around the seat Callie was sat in, before she hesitated and brought it back to sit in her own lap.
Glancing sideways at the blonde, Callie sighed in frustration at their situation; it wasn't supposed to be like this. "You can do whatever you want," she smiled convincingly. At least, she thought it was convincing until Arizona shook her head and turned away.
Before any of them could saying anything else, Chief Webber appeared in front of them, looking far too happy for it only being 10am. "Torres," he greeted the brunette, giving Arizona a small smile in the process. "Great news; I just received a call from the director of the TED conference and they want you to give a speech at this years event," he announced happily.
Callie was speechless, because TED...that spoke for itself. That was a huge deal, like really huge. "I-Wow, really?" were the only words she could manage to form. She felt her lips turn into a smile as Arizona have her a congratulatory nudge.
He nodded. "Yes, Torres. Although," he shot her an apologetic look when her face fell. "The conference is in three days."
"Three days?" Callie exclaimed loudly. "You want me to prepare a speech for the TED conference in three days?"
"I know, it's a bit of a rush," Webber agreed.
Callie chewed awkwardly on her bottom lip. "Sir, you know public speaking isn't really my thing," she offered up quietly. "And three days isn't really going to be enough time, especially if it's the TED conference." She felt her face fall into a grimace. "Tell them thanks, but I don't think that's really possible."
Webber nodded sadly, and turned around, before the blonde surgeon stopped him in his tracks.
"Calliope, what the hell are you doing?" Arizona asked in shock, shuffling her chair over closer to the Latina. "It's TED, Callie, you don't pass up that opportunity just because you don't have as much time as what you would like." She turned to face the Chief. "Ignore her – she'll do it!"
"NO!" Callie yelled in a panic. She faced Arizona, shooting her a dirty look. "The conference is in New York this year, Arizona," she stated dumbly. "I can't go to New York myself and give a speech to hundreds of people in a room, whilst millions watch online." She flapped her hands about in front of the blonde's face, trying to make her understand. "I have a fear of public speaking; a serious fear. Like being violently sick before giving the speech, and then feeling like I'm going to pass out during the speech. I can't do this myself."
Webber grinned triumphantly when an idea came into his head. "Robbins, you're going with her!"
Arizona's mouth fell agape in shock. "Sir, I don't really think that's a great idea," she protested. The two of them alone, in New York, together - that wasn't going to benefit their situation at all. And being alone with Callie, knowing that she couldn't have her, would probably rip her heart into a thousand pieces.
"Why not"? He asked.
No words were forming, because she couldn't really use the 'I've got a huge thing for her and I cant be alone with her without wanting to profess my undying feelings for her' excuse. "I uhm," she began quietly. "I don't really do so well on planes, sir." That wasn't a lie, she was terrified of flying. She just wished he knew beforehand that she was terrified of flying, and he wouldn't have asked her in the first place.
"Well, that's perfect," Webber said, a wide smile on his face. "You can both comfort each other in your time of need." He saw that the blonde was about to cut him off and he continued. "Do the two of you hate each other?"
"No!" "Of course not!" Came the dual responses, causing them both to fail at hiding their smirks.
"Then you're both going," he said sternly in his Chief voice, leaving no room for an argument. "I'll take care of the hotel and transport. Torres, work on your speech; you've got three days," he nodded at the brunette. "Robbins, work on not being sick on the plane and don't let her faint on stage. I'm counting on the two of you, Ladies," he added, before leaving them both to mull over what just happened.
Callie was the one to break the silence. "What the hell, Arizona?" she asked, torn between wanting to laugh and cry. "I've told you before that I hate public speaking, and you've just booked me in to do the TED conference."
Arizona frowned. "Callie, TED is huge. You can't pass something like this up."
Sighing, Callie leaned her head on the desk. "That's easy for you to say; all you have to do is come with me," she spoke into the desk, not caring if Arizona couldn't hear what she was saying. "You don't have to prepare a speech in three days, and then give that speech to tones of people."
A few seconds passed before Arizona scooted her seat forward, leaning her head down to talk into Callie's ear. "I'll help you," she whispered, her hand covering the tanned one in front of her. "We've got three days. I'll let Karev do my surgeries, and I'll help you until you've got this speech ready, okay?"
"No," Callie shook her head, completely missing the way Arizona's face fell. "I can't ask you to do that." She ran her thumb over the smooth hand and sat up, thankful when the blonde didn't pull her hand away. "That's not fair on you, Arizona. You're a surgeon; you don't need to waste your time helping me prepare some stupid speech."
Arizona kept her gaze trained on Callie's face. "I want to help you." She reached her hand up and touched Callie's cheek. "You've almost gone as pale as me," she joked.
"I wouldn't go that far, Casper," she teased lightly. She watched Arizona glance down to their joined hands and then re-focus on her – the look was unnerving, and it made her heart skip a beat. "You-You really don't mind helping me, with the speech?"
"Well, it is a lot of my time," Arizona shrugged mockingly. "But, I suppose we can come to some agreement."
Callie grinned. "Uh-huh," she nodded. "And what kind of agreement would that be?"
"You can't laugh at me when we're on the plane," Arizona pointed out.
"Why would I laugh—"
Arizona interrupted before Callie could finish. "I'm terrified of flying, and I'll probably end up in your lap for the duration of the flight," she admitted, a light blush covering her cheeks.
"I don't mind," Callie whispered.
Arizona cleared her throat, not trusting her voice after hearing that. "And," she dragged the word out. "You have to thank me in your speech."
"Really?" Callie laughed. She checked her phone when it bleeped, her eyes scanning over the text; Erica would be home at ten. She blew out a heavy breath, nerves getting the better of her. This was really happening – tonight.
"Really," the blonde confirmed, smiling.
"I'll do you one better," Callie said after a few seconds, slipping the phone back into her pocket. "I'll hold your hand for the duration of the flight, and I'll invite you on-stage to bow with me once I'm finished. How does that sound?"
Arizona giggled. "Sold!" She realized their hands were still touching, and gently coaxed her own away, immediately missing the warmth. "You wanna go work on it just now?"
Callie stood up. "Yeah," she agreed.
It was nearing 11pm when the day started to take it's toll on the both of them, they had been working on Callie's speech for nearly ten hours, save for the lunch and dinner breaks they had taken. Ten hours later and the speech was nearly complete – a few tweaks here and there, and they both agreed that it was pretty great for one days work.
Ten hours with Callie was too much, Arizona decided, as the hand of the woman in question grazed across the small of her back. It was an accidental touch – Callie was only leaning over her shoulder to read what was on the desk – but it was a touch too much. And the flirting...god, the flirting was on another level. When Arizona first met Callie and this whole dilemma began, she couldn't help but wonder if Callie was naturally flirty by nature, but then as time progressed and she spent more time with Callie – lunch together, the same cases, and their clinical trial – she realized that Callie was not flirty. Callie wasn't flirty with anyone...except for her. And that made Arizona extremely happy. It confused the shit out of her, but the happy feeling rose above that.
There were times, tonight, where Arizona wanted to throw it all on the table and just tell Callie how she felt. Tell Callie that she should break up with Erica, tell her to be with her instead, tell her that she would never hurt her the way Erica had. But, she didn't.
That wasn't fair to Callie; putting her on the spot and making her choose. She didn't even know if telling Callie would even make a difference. For all Arizona knew, Callie would just laugh in her face and point-blank reject her feelings.
So, Arizona held it in. She held it in, and she wished to god that these feelings would go away. This wasn't supposed to happen; she wasn't suppose to develop feelings–incredibly strong feelings, for the woman that was supposed to be a one night thing. She wasn't supposed to feel this way about the woman in a committed relationship. She had done just sex with girls before, and surprisingly, it had gone smoothly; sort of. The girls in question always seemed to develop some sort of romantic feelings for her, and as soon as Arizona found out – she ended it with them.
And now it had happened to her. She was the girl who wanted to take things further with Callie. And it wasn't just 'let me take you to dinner' further – this was 'dump your girlfriend because you should be with me' further. She should have walked out of the bar that night. She should have walked out the bar and she wouldn't even be in this fucking situation in the first place.
"You know," Callie interrupted Arizona's far-off look. "You always get this really confused look on your face when you're thinking about something." She smirked when those blue eyes flew away from the wall and focused on her own. "What are you thinking about?"
Just thinking about how much I want to be with you. She almost groaned out loud at the thoughts going on inside her head. "I'm just thinking about how awesome your speech is," she said with a smile. "And how awesome you're going to be when you're giving it."
Callie shook her head a little. "I don't really think you're in a position to be saying stuff like that, yet." She sat down on the couch next to the blonde. "We should probably wait to after the speech, before we start throwing around comments like that."
"You should have more confidence in yourself, Callie," Arizona offered up. It was strange – sometimes Callie possessed such an arrogant personna, and then other times she was like a scared puppy.
Callie pursed her lips, letting the comment sink in. "I am confident. I just don't like public speaking."
Arizona sat up straight on the couch. "You don't seem as...down as what you were when we first met," she pointed out, shifting to face Callie. "Are you-Is everything better now? You know, with Erica."
"It's fine," Callie said simply.
"Do you think you'll ever tell her about us?" The blonde asked, anxiously awaiting an answer.
Nerves ran rampant through Callie's entire body – she had almost forgot about the chat she was going to have with Erica. It was hardly surprising; whilst spending time with Arizona, it was hard to focus on anything other than Arizona. She glanced at her watch, sighing quietly when it read 10:46pm. Erica would be home right now, clueless as to what was about to happen.
About a minute passed before Callie finally answered the question. "Yeah, I'll tell her," she replied shakily.
Arizona nodded sadly. "When? Are you gonna tell her you slept with me, or are you gonna tell her that you slept with someone?"
That question hadn't been thought about. In truth, Callie didn't know what she would tell Erica when the time came. "I'm not telling her that I slept with you. No way!" Callie said as realization hit her in a flash; Erica was an angry person, and if she found out the person that slept with her girlfriend was in the same building with her every day...that would be a bad situation. And Callie couldn't bare the thought of Erica putting her hands on Arizona.
"Oh, okay," Arizona mumbled quietly. Because what else could she say to that? Callie obviously didn't want anyone to know about them.
"Not because I'm ashamed of you or anything," Callie spoke up when she saw that the blonde's face had formed into a look of utter disappointment. "It's just, Erica is pretty intense and I wouldn't want anything to happen to you if she ever found out that it was you who bro–slept with me."
Feeling something in-between elated that Callie was trying to protect her and annoyed because there were so many things that Arizona wanted to say to Erica Hahn, she answered. "Calliope, that woman is all talk," Arizona laughed. "Trust me, if someone got in her face and gave her as good as she gives, then you'd know exactly what I'm talking about."
"Really?" Callie challenged her. "Arizona, she doesn't take shit from anybody, and if she found out that we'd slept together, then I don't think she would think twice about letting her fist collide with your pretty face."
Blue eyes widened. "Has she hit you before? Tell me if she's hit you, Callie!" Arizona shouted, her voice nearing hysterical.
"What?" Callie exclaimed with a laugh, cutting it short when she saw the pained look on Arizona's face. "No, Arizona! She has never hit me, and she never would." She placed a hand on the blonde's knee, attempting to calm her down. "But she probably would hit you, and I-I just don't want that to ever happen."
Arizona exhaled loudly, mildly embarrassed from the previous outburst. "I could take her," she joked. The skin on her thigh under Callie's hand – the one that had landed there twenty seconds ago and still refused to move – was burning.
"You know what," Callie began, looking the blonde up and down. "I think you probably could take her," she mused. "I definitely underestimated you the first time I met you."
"What?" Arizona tilted her head in confusion. "You haven't fought me?"
A husky laugh broke from Callie's lips and she threw her head back in laughter. "Not like that, moron," she teased, still laughing. "I just mean, you know if you were to look at you, no-one would ever think that you're...you know?"
Still confused, Arizona sat in closer. "That I'm what?"
"Uhm," Callie blushed furiously. "That you're...you know, capable between the sheets?" She cursed herself at that analogy; she didn't even know where that came from.
Arizona stared for a second before bursting into a fit of chuckles. "So when you first met me – you didn't think I'd be good in bed?" She should have felt offended, but Callie was saying she was good in bed, so a proud feeling was lingering, instead. "Is that what you're trying to tell me, Calliope?"
"I-Uh...yeah," Callie stammered out in a broken whisper. "I didn't think you'd be bad in bed," she quickly retracted, wondering how the hell they even got into this conversation in the first place. "I just didn't think that you would be as good as what you are."
Arizona ducked her head, occasional bursts of laughter making their way out. "Well, thank you, sincerely, for insulting my skills in the bedroom, Callie. It really means a lot."
"Butttt," Callie smiled. "Now I know, that you are in fact–"
"Extremely capable between the sheets?" Arizona finished with a grin.
"I don't remember the word extremely being used, Robbins," Callie joked.
Arizona paused, mulling over her choice of words; how far could this flirting go? She didn't want to make Callie uncomfortable by making some inappropriate joke. So she settled on a casual, "Touché."
Glancing at her watch, a frown crept onto Callie's features. It was nearly eleven. She really had to get going if she wanted to have this talk with Erica, and she had to have this talk. She couldn't deal with this for one more day.
"I should get going," Callie said, standing up from the couch. She rounded her desk and picked up her leather jacket. "You heading out?"
They both paused, thinking back to the last time this happened between them – alone in a dark office late at night, just the two of them. Callie shook the thoughts of Arizona naked, writhing under her out of her mind and walked towards the door. "I'll walk you down."
Arizona nodded, quickly walking past Callie in an attempt to avoid the tension that occurred between them when they seemed to exchange goodbyes. She walked a few steps ahead as Callie locked the door to her office. About a minute passed before the elevator came, both of them stepping on it together. Trying – and immediately failing – to stand at opposite sides. Instead, they stood in the middle; shoulder to shoulder, the backs of their hands touching ever-so slightly.
"Thanks for helping me tonight," Callie broke through the comfortable silence. "It really means a lot. I know what you're a surgeon and all you want to do is cut, so just...thank you, Arizona." She withheld the urge and kept her hand at a safe distance. "You have no idea how much it means to me," she added in a whisper.
Arizona licked her lips nervously. "Any time," she nodded, glancing quickly in Callie's direction. "Hey, do you...maybe wanna go for a drink just now?" She kept her eyes trained on the elevator doors.
Callie dropped her head in sadness. She wanted nothing more than to have a drink with Arizona – to spend the whole night talking and just..being with Arizona...but she couldn't. If she ever wanted a chance to do those things properly, then she had to go home right now.
"I-I can't," she admitted, losing the fighting battle and grasping the blonde's hand. "I have to go home and talk to Erica. I'm–"
"Oh god, sorry," Arizona brushed it off, trying her best to ignore the sinking feeling occurring low in her chest. "I understand. Sorry for even asking that."
Callie felt her heart break. "No! I-It's not what you think, I'm.." she fumbled awkwardly over the words.
"It's okay, Callie," Arizona smiled convincingly, taking a step to the side and pulling her hand out of the tanned one it was wrapped around. She forgot – sometimes, she forgot that Callie was in a relationship, and when she remembered – it devastated her... every single time.
Before Callie could get the words out, the elevator doors opened, and the person who Callie least wanted to see stepped on.
"Dr. Torres," Colleen greeted the brunette. A wide smile took over her face when she saw the other occupant. "Arizona, hi," she grinned.
Arizona smiled weakly. "Hey, Colleen," she offered up politely.
Callie swallowed heavily, her fists clenching tightly around the material of her leather jacket. She liked Colleen – as a nurse. But right now, Callie really couldn't stand this woman. Eight weeks ago, she stood in this elevator and screamed at Arizona for taking a job here. And now she was standing, willing herself not to pour her heart out because another woman was hitting on Arizona. How had this managed to happen?
"So listen," Colleen began in a whisper, nervously looking at the blonde. "I was wondering if you want to go to Joes just now, and get a drink?"
Brown eyes clenched shut tightly, and blue eyes flashed up in surprise. "Oh," Arizona mumbled. She glanced at Callie; the clenched jaw and the tight grip on the jacket said it all. She should say yes and get Callie out of her system. Colleen was nice, she could deal with Colleen. But Colleen wasn't Callie, and it was near enough impossible to look into Colleen's brown eyes and wish that she was looking into Callie's, instead.
"Sorry," Arizona said after deciding on her answer. "I actually have plans tonight, Colleen." She shot Colleen an apologetic smile, keeping her gaze clear of the other brunette.
"No worries," Colleen replied confidently. "Another time?"
Arizona bit her lip. "Sure," she nodded. She didn't want to outright turn down the woman and humiliate her in front of another colleague, that wasn't fair, and she couldn't do that, so she smiled and agreed.
Colleen grinned. "I'll hold you to that," she winked, stepping off the elevator as it reached the lobby, throwing a flirty look over her shoulder as she headed for the doors.
Callie stood in shock, bewilderment, elation...she really didn't know what it was. Arizona clearly never had plans; she had asked her to go for drinks two minutes previous. And she turned down Colleen. There were so many emotions and thoughts filling her entire body. Did Arizona turn Colleen down because...of her?
"Arizona–"
"Goodnight, Calliope," Arizona cut whatever the Latina was about to say off. She exhaled shakily and made her way off the elevator, completely not trusting herself to look back into those brown eyes that she had fallen in love with.
After approximately ten minutes of standing outside her front door, going over what she was going to say to Erica, Callie finally let out a deep breath, and pushed the door open. This was it, she thought, setting her bag down on the floor. She thought that there would be some nerves, but there were none; not one. Because as Erica appeared out of the kitchen, Callie's first thought was that she wanted to come home to a different blonde. She wanted to come home to Arizona, and she hated herself for not figuring that out sooner – she had wasted so much time.
"I know what you're going to say," Erica moaned. "You're going to say that we need to work on things and start doing better because we've been slacking lately. But that's not my fault. I've been trying so hard to make this work lately and you have been nowhere, Cal." She glared at her girlfriend in annoyance. "I think that we need a vacation or something, because your trial is driving me crazy, and I think we both need a break to sort this relationship out."
A few seconds of silence passed before Callie finally replied, the words unplanned and her voice distant. "I slept with somebody else, and I think that I'm falling in love with them."
This wasn't where I planned to take the story, at all, but I think that Callie would ultimately do the honorable thing and admit what happened. So...change of plans for this story, but I'm rolling with it, and I hope that the readers will stick with it. I've got the storyline pretty much panned out and there's going to be a lot of drama. You've probably all realized by now that I heart drama. Of course, they will get there in the end, but it's going to take a while. The next chapter will be about the what happens immediately after what Callie just said, and then they'll go to New York; which will be the major turning point for them...until the real drama starts. Anyway, I think my AN's are as long as my stories...Thanks so much for reading, and let me know what you think.
