Callie's POV:

I barged through the bathroom door, glancing swiftly around and releasing a held breath at the relief of it's emptiness.

I walked toward the black marbled sink, placing my weight on the cold substance, looking at myself in the mirror. I looked so much better than I felt, it seemed like such a waste. I couldn't even understand why I felt so bothered about Arizona bringing a date, plenty of people had brought dates, and while I did know that I was not attracted and drawn to the plenty of people, there was nothing romantic about my situation with Arizona, it was perfectly within her right to have a date. I had a girlfriend. But still, I was mad. Mad at her for showing up when my girlfriend had not. Mad at her for looking so breathtakingly stunning. Mad at the fact that she looked so good for some random brunette. Mad at the thought of said random getting to touch her, make her laugh. Mad at myself for being annoyed at any of these things.

I exhaled heavily again, reaching down to cup the ice cold water from the tap and splash it on my face. Snap out of it.

I reached blindly for a paper towel, clawing at the empty space on the wall, when my hand collided with another. I reluctantly took the offering and whispered a 'thanks', although I was unable to see the hand's owner I knew immediately who it was and sighed.

"Okay. What's gotten into you Torres?"

I threw the towel in the bin and turned to face the other woman, scowling at her in the knowledge that lying was not an option.

"I don't know what you're talking bout Addison." (Didn't mean I wasn't gonna try). I feigned confusion.

She took a step towards me, her face informing me that she didn't buy my act for a second.

"Callie, I am here at the request of Mark Sloan because he seems to think that you're having some sort of life crisis! I told him he was insane! That Callie Torres doesn't have crisis', but then, I come here tonight and you're playing with you're drinks, barely engaging with your guests, not contributing to the conversation unless necessary, you haven't set foot on the dance floor, and now I see you run to bathroom almost in tears. I did not travel one thousand miles for you to lie to my face, so spill, what's up?" She stood firmly on the spot, blocking the entrance, her face serious, her arms crossed over her chest.

I leaned back against the sink and looked at my feet before bringing my eyes to meet hers. We locked eyes for mere seconds, mine pleading for this conversation to be let go, hers informing me there was no way.

"I kissed a PEDs surgeon."

Her face softened at my revelation, curiosity clearly getting the better of her.

"You kissed a PEDs surgeon?"

I nodded yes in response and glanced at my feet once again before I spoke.

"I kissed a PEDs surgeon." It was but a whisper.

Addison smirked in obvious amusement. I ignored it and continued with more defiance,

"I kissed a Peds surgeon. She-she's perky and has butterflies on her scrub cap." I could hear the slight hysteria in my voice, at how ridiculous my description of her sounded, "but she's also hot… really hot. And I like her okay? I like her." I tossed my arms in the air in surrender then reverted my eyes back to the floor and kept them there before proceeding in defeat, "I like that she wears wheelie sneaks and overuses the word awesome and cries when faced with authority!" I sighed, "I like the way she looks at me like I'm the only one in the room and… Erica and I…we don't have sex." The end of my sentence came out more as a blurt and I lifted my head to catch the red head's reaction.

Her face was full of sympathy, her head cocked slightly to one side, her lips curved into a faint frown. We stayed in silence for a few moments before she finally spoke.

"So… why aren't you doing something about it?" She questioned. I felt suddenly defensive.

"I have been doing something about it Addison! I've tried everything! But she just… says she's too tired." My voice had lowered when I realised how aggressive I had sounded at the beginning of my outburst.

She shook her head, "Not about Erica. About the PEDs surgeon. You can't just do nothing."

"What?" I was utterly confused by her reaction to my revelation.

She sighed at my ignorance, "You like her, from what you've said I'm thinking she likes you too. And what? You're just gonna hang out in here? Callie, there's a moment for two people, a moment where they can catch fire, you don't wanna let that moment pass you by and spend the rest of your life wondering what might have been."

Her speech did nothing to ease my confusion. Addison had always been very fond of Erica, always been very supportive and enthusiastic about our relationship and now here she was, telling me to catch fire with my sexy PEDs surgeon.

"Think about it," she smiled at me, "but fast. Don't miss your moment."

She winked at me then turned and walked out to rejoin the party.

I stood in the spot contemplating what my best friend had just said. She made it sound so simple, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world to do. If this was the case, why had I been tearing myself apart inside trying to come to terms with the chaos in my mind?

It may have just been the carefree illusion of alcohol or maybe Addison had actually made sense but I made my decision. I was going to take my moment.

I looked at myself once more in the mirror, taking a deep breath of confidence, I followed Addison's exit.


I made my way to the dance floor with renewed confidence, stopping only to throw back a shot of tequila one of the waiters was distributing via his tray. Scanning the room I felt a sliver of slight disappointment when I could not find her among the crowd. My shoulders slumped at the thought that I may be too late. My moment could very well be gone.

I sauntered solemnly back to the booth I had occupied earlier, feeling deflated.

My heart jumped at the sight of blonde hair as I neared, excitement growing. Excitement that quickly faded upon getting closer only to realise the perfect owner of the blonde locks was attached to her date in what looked like a rather heated make out session. I felt a lump form in my throat and tears sting my eyes threatening to expose my emotion, I wanted to move but my legs appeared to be stuck firmly to the ground, the room around me seemed to disappear except for the sight I was beholding.

A faint chime of "Happy Birthday" rang in my ears as those around me began to sing me out of my daze. Arizona broke from her activity and looked up, spotting me, her features took on a guilty expression. My eyes shifted slightly to Joanne as I crashed firmly back to reality. She had joined in the chorus of singing, completely oblivious to the tension that had risen between me and her date.

I turned to face the singing crowd, feeling suddenly claustrophobic as Mark drew nearer with a large birthday cake, I bolted towards the door, mumbling apologies to those I pushed out of my way. I could hear the singing come to a hault before I had even reached the exit.


The cold night hair hit my face, stinging slightly. I was glad for the breeze providing me with oxygen, I felt like I could breath for the first time in hours.

I heard the door behind me open and close.

"Go away Mark!" I snapped angrily, regretting my harshness immediately but keeping my stare forward.

"It's not Mark." The soft voice spoke.

I froze, not wanting to turn around. I didn't need to. Arizona moved in front of me, lowering her head to catch my eyes.

"Hey. Hey." She grabbed both of my arms as I began to release heavy, uncontrollable sobs. When I didn't stop she pulled me into a tight embrace, "Shhh, it's okay, it's okay." She lulled.

I could feel my breathing steady and got the courage to look at her. Her eyes were so full of concern, I melted under her gaze.

"Better?" She asked sweetly, giving me a hopeful smile.

I nodded, sniffling, "A little. Thanks."

She removed her arms from around me and stood back, she seemed a little on edge, as though she had a burning question.

I looked at her, refusing to meet her eye, knowing the question would likely involve me revealing something I would rather not in this instant.

"What?"

"You gonna tell me what that was all about?" She asked, her voice more confident than her face.

I remained silent for a second, thinking.

"It was…." I sighed, "It was nothing."

She didn't accept this, her face became stern and when she spoke her voice matched it, "That," She said, gesturing behind me, "was not nothing! God Calliope! Why are you making this so difficult?" She slapped her hand to her head in frustration.

"Excuse me?" I questioned in astonishment. "I'm making this difficult? I'm not the one playing tonsil hockey with some leggie brunette!" I shot at her.

Shock overtook her features, "No, you're not! You're the one who kissed and then ignored me! You're the one parading her happy relationship around the hospital. And you're the one who looks at me like I have acted out the worst betrayal for bringing a date to her birthday party! What do you want me to do Calliope?" Her ramble ended in a defeated tone, she looked at me pleadingly as though she genuinely wanted an answer.

"I want…" I gulped, taking a step towards her, "I want," I took another step, trying to steady my voice, "I want," my voice was a whisper as I closed the distance between us, catching her lips in mine. She fell into me in surrender, bringing her hands up to cup my face. I wrapped my arms around her back, pulling her closer, needing her closer. We stumbled until my back hit the hard brick wall. She pressed her body against me. Her hands moved to my hair, pulling and grabbing as mine moved up and down her body, groping, needing to feel her, needing to break through the barricade of clothes. I moved my lips to her neck, sucking, biting. She moaned in pleasure, encouraging me more. I brought my lips back to meet hers, a frenzy of tongues and hands.

She broke the kiss much to my displeasure, leaning her forehead against mine, our breathing ragged, she spoke, "We… we shouldn't."

I closed my eyes and shook my head, "No! I want this! I wantyou!" I could hear the almost aching desperation in my voice.

Evidently so could she, an understanding in her eyes. Without another word she took my hand and led me to the edge of the sidewalk, hailing down the nearest cab.


We resumed our inappropriate public display upon entering the cab. I could feel the driver watching us from the rearview mirror but it didn't phase me. I shivered as her hand ran up and down the length of my thigh.

Arizona threw a few dollar bills at the cab driver as we made a hurried exit, rejoining our lips as soon as possible.

She fumbled with her keys when we reached her apartment. Eventually unlocking it, we stumbled inside, discarding clothes along the way, not breaking the kiss.

We fell simultaneously onto her bed. She rolled me over so that she was on top. Straddling me, we rubbed against each other in the only items of clothing still attached. I felt comfort in her warmth as she kissed down my aching body, stopping briefly to appreciate my breasts before continuing her journey to where I needed her most.

She traced her fingers lightly over the fabric of my underwear. I blushed slightly at the knowledge she could now tell how much I wanted her. She continued to tease me as she made her way back up to my mouth. I rocked my hips towards her, our kissing becoming urgent, pleading with each other for release. I pulled the blanket over our almost naked frames.

Finally she removed the unwanted garments. Once again tracing her hand to where I craved her. She broke away from our embrace, staring into my eyes as her fingers set to work, watching me in awe.

My breath caught in my throat as I could feel myself near my climax. I reached up and grabbed the back of her neck, stifling a moan with her mouth. I could feel her smile into the kiss as my body convulsed in pleasure.

"You're beautiful." She whispered softly, caressing my cheek. My heart flooded with a burst of emotion. In that moment I could think of no words to convey how I was feeling, instead I had an incessant need to show her.

We continued like this into the night, satisfying our cravings for one another. The first signs of morning began to show before we'd stopped.

As amazing as it had been being so intimate with her, it was equally as nice just being with her. Lying in her arms as we drifted into a satisfied slumber, she kissed the top of my head as I tightened my grip around her waist,

"Goodnight Calliope."