Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any of the Grey's Anatomy characters. They belong to Shonda Rhimes and ABC. I just manipulate them to my will in the stories I create.

A/N: Here's the weekly update. Y'all may be getting lucky though...now that I am single (adios 5 year relationship), I will more than likely have much more time to write and update the story. So you may be getting more than one chapter a week as I learn how to cope with being single again. So, enjoy!

Chapter 7: Wikipedia

Fifteen floors. That's all that separated Arizona from Callie. After Teddy had graciously stepped off the elevator on the fifteenth floor, bidding Arizona a goodnight and good luck, Arizona swiped her key card through the in-elevator scanner and nervously pushed the button for the Emerald Penthouse. The ride was slow and nerve wracking. She could feel her palms sweating and her heart racing in her chest. What was she going to say, what was she going to do? Their interaction in the restaurant seemed so natural, so why had Callie run?

Arizona glanced up to the panel just above the sliding door of the elevator, and watched as the numbers slowly ticked closer and closer to thirty. Twenty-three…twenty-four…deep breath Z, it's just a girl. Twenty-five…a very pretty girl. Not a girl, a woman-a very pretty woman. Twenty-six…twenty-seven…okay, you can do this. Just tell her that you had a good time in the restaurant. Twenty-eight…tell her that you'd like to continue where you left off before Mark interrupted. Twenty-nine…just be yourself, you. are. awesome. And she will like you, for sure! The elevator dinged, announcing its arrival at the thirtieth floor. Oh shit, here goes nothin'.

With one last steadying breath, Arizona watched the elevator door slide open. She took an uneasy step out of the carriage into a luxuriously styled hallway. The hallway on the fifteenth floor was dimly lit, narrow, and smelled faintly of old, stale cigarette smoke. The hallway on the thirtieth was like being transported to a different world. It was bright, vast, clean, and beautiful. Directly across from the doors of the elevator sat a small side table adorned with freshly cut flowers. Just above the beautiful blooms of the bouquet was a placard directing incoming guests. It had an arrow pointing to the right reading "Emerald Penthouse" along with an arrow pointing to the left indicating the "Sapphire Penthouse". Arizona stood in the middle of the hallway, first looking to the left acknowledging that the director of this wonderful opportunity was a mere twenty steps down the hall. She then turned her head in the other direction and smiled when she saw the door leading to one Callie Torres.

As she turned on her heels and steadied herself to begin the short trek down the hallway, Arizona saw the door to Callie's room open. Thinking quickly she jumped behind the small side table and prayed that it offered her enough covering. Be invisible, be invisible, be invisible. If she thought it hard enough and said it to herself enough times, it would surely come true, right? Arizona could hear the footsteps getting closer. She closed her eyes and continued repeating the mantra in her head. Suddenly the footsteps ceased, and she could feel eyes boring down into her soul.

"Hiya, blondie." Not the voice I was expecting -or wanted- to hear. Arizona opened her eyes to see the chiseled, perfectly groomed face of Mark Sloan. His face as splintered with a shit-eating grin, knowing that he had just busted a hopeless attempt to persuade Callie into bed.

Arizona stood up and smoothed out the blue shirt that had slightly wrinkled in her attempt to hide behind a plant. "Hi, Mark."

"I see you were able to locate our beautiful friend on you own, congratulations." God, could he be any more condescending? Mark began fiddling with the clasp of his watch, an old nervous habit of his. "How, uh, how did get her room number though? The front desk isn't suppose to give out any of her information."

Arizona was taken aback for a moment, she was missing something when it came to Callie. First a penthouse, and now with Mark's admission, Callie's information was apparently held under lock and key. "Well, Mark, not that it's any of your business but I had the bartender look up her room number based on the tab she used to buy us drinks at the bar earlier." She made sure to include the fact that Callie had indeed purchased a drink for her, and offered Mark a sly smile when she revealed that detail.

The shock and frustration was evident on Mark's face and Arizona knew that she had won this round. She only hoped this fight for Callie, didn't make it to twelve. She'd be a much happy victor if she could knock Mark out of the picture, sooner rather than later. Breaking the silence between them, but not the glaring eye contact, Mark finally spoke up, "Congratulations, you probably got the bartender fired. And uh, good luck with that" he pointed back over his shoulder in the direction of Callie's penthouse. "She's not too keen on having visitors in her room."

Arizona just rolled her eyes at Mark's pathetic attempt to dissuade her from seeking out Callie. "I know you don't know me well, or really at all, but one think you need to know is that I don't back down, Mark. Callie sought me out in the restaurant, Callie bought me a drink, and Callie flirted with ME. So, if you want to continue playing this game to make yourself feel better, then fine. But just know, that I will get Callie to talk and listen to me. I will give everything I can to her in an effort to get her to love me." Arizona took a step closer to Mark, getting right up in his face and with her index finger pointed into his sternum she went on, "And I won't let you, or any one else put me down along the way. If Callie chooses you, fine. I will bow out graciously and accept defeat, but you better believe that if she chooses me, I won't let anyone or anything come between us. Got it?"

Totally flabbergasted by the blonde's heartfelt and adamant proclamation, all Mark could do was nod his head in shock. With Arizona still staring him down, Mark slowly backed away towards the elevators. Never breaking eye contact, he reach out and pushed the button to call the elevator. Both trainer and competitor waited in silence for the carriage to arrive and it wasn't until Mark has slinked back into the lift with his tail between his legs that Arizona was able to release the breath she had unknowingly been holding.

"Fuck." She whispered as she slowly exhaled. Arizona nerves were fried. She was terrible with confrontation and facing authority. The bridge of her nose started to hurt and nostrils flared as she could feel the tears surfacing in the corners of eyes. No! Do not cry. Do not let him get to you. You owned that conversation. Be proud of that, be confident in that, and go talk to Callie. Arizona continued to stand in the hallway and allowed herself a few minutes to collect her thoughts and settle her nerves. She was about to set them all on fire again by knocking on Callie's door, but hopefully those would be good nerves, not pissed off and threatening nerves. With a renewed sense of purpose, Arizona began the short journey to Callie's room.

Pursing her lips and squinting her eyes, Arizona summoned all the courage her little body could muster and raised a closed fist to the front door of Callie's penthouse suite. Three short raps on the door seemed sufficient and she waited with bated breath for Callie to answer her hopeful call. Then suddenly, Arizona began to hear the rustling around of a body.

"Seriously, Mark. I told you to go away! I told you that I wasn't interested in having…" Callie was practically yelling as she threw open the door to room, but stopped mid-sentence when she realized the person on the other side of the door was not the self-centered man she was expecting to see. "Arizona? What are you-? How did you-?"

Nervously, Arizona tried to begin answering Callie's unfinished questions. "I, umm. I talked to the bartender, he pulled your information from your drink order. I hope that's okay, I just-I just really wanted to see you again. I didn't like watching you walk away, I mean in a way I did because I got to see your hips perfectly sway, but you left. And I don't know why, so I came to find out why you left me standing there. Did I say or do something wrong? And if I did, just tell me, give me the chance to apologize for it and then we can start over. I want to tell you all about me, an-an-and I want to learn about you…" Arizona trailed off realizing that she had just started an epically ridiculous rant. She lowered her gaze to the floor, knowing that she had just blown her chance at spending time with Callie.

Callie looked at the babbling blonde in front of her and a big, beautiful smile crept its way onto the brunette's face. "Has anyone ever told you that you're kinda cute when you ramble?"

"Wait, what?"

"I said, you're kinda cute when you ramble."

Cobalt blue eyes looked up from the floor to meet a pair of milk chocolate ones. Their eyes locked in an intimate gaze. Who knew eye contact could be so sexy? "Why did you walk away?" she blurted before she realized what had come out of her mouth. Smooth Robbins. Way to ease into it.

Now it was Callie's turn to avert her eyes. She had just gotten called out by the woman she shamelessly flirted with. "Arizona…I", but Callie had nothing to offer. She had no excuse, at least not one she was willing to share with this competitor.

"Is it because I'm a woman? Is it because you freaked out that you found me, a woman, attractive? Because I'm not dumb. I know you were flirting with me. That wasn't just friendly conversation."

Slightly offended at the homophobic accusation, Callie quickly denounced Arizona's claim. "It absolutely was not because you are a woman. I feel 100% confident in telling you that I am a proud bisexual woman, and I am equally as confident in telling you that, yes. I did – do find you to be extremely attractive. It's just-"

"It's just what Callie?" Arizona sympathetically questioned.

Callie slumped her shoulders, knowing that she was going to devastate the woman standing across the threshold, while also disappointing herself. "It's just that…I have a personal rule that I follow. And that rule is not get involved with competitors."

Arizona felt like someone had just shot an arrow through her love-stricken heart. The only reason this wasn't going to happen was because she was a competitor? How cruel and unfair could this world possibly be?

Callie began to close the door of her penthouse, offering Arizona a sorrowful smile.

"Callie, wait!" Arizona reached through the doorframe and grabbed onto Callie's forearm, ceasing Callie's efforts to shut her out. That's when she felt it. A pulse radiating through her body, stemming from the fingertips that met Callie's soft and smooth, caramel skin. Her whole body tingled with delight. It was like a light shock wave was being deliciously sent through her body. All the right places were responding to this touch and Arizona could feel her body heating up with natural desire directed to woman she was innocently touching.

Callie stood as still as a statue. What was happening? Why did she feel drawn to this woman? Hadn't she learned her lesson the first time around? Erica had actually broken her. She took and took and took until Callie had nothing left to give. Erica had left her heartbroken and devastated, without so much as a goodbye. Finding resolution in the thought of being left miserable and alone, Callie found her voice, "Arizona, I can't do this. I can't be involved with someone in the competition, it's not right. It wouldn't be fair, and I'm sorry that I made you believe otherwise earlier tonight. But right now, I think it would be best if you went back to your room and let me be."

"Callie, just give me the chance to-"

Steadfast in her reasoning, Callie refused to give into the blonde's pleas, "No, Arizona. I can't get hurt again." Callie's eyes went wide as she realized that she had inadvertently revealed too much to the gorgeous blonde standing in front of her. Damn it, those eyes are going to get me in trouble. God, her eyes are beautiful. I could get lost in them. I want to get lost in them. Wait, what am I saying? Close the door before you say do something that you can't recover from, close the door before you go too far. "Goodnight, Arizona."

She stood in the hallway, alone and more confused than when she arrived at Callie's door. She can't get hurt again? What the hell does that mean? Did I hurt her already? No, there's no way…I've been here for like four days. Who hurt her? I swear if it was Mark, I'm going to rip his balls off. There were too many thoughts circulating in her head as she made the slow and almost painfully solo journey back to the elevators. She had knocked a couple more times on Callie's door, but when it became clear that she was not going to get another opportunity to talk to the Latina, she gave in and was forced to call it a night.


She rode the elevator back down to the fifteenth floor and swiped her card through the reader at door number 1502. Arizona entered a completely dark room, greeted only by the soft snores of her roommate. After changing out of her going-out outfit and into a pair of light blue boy shorts and one of her brother's grey US Marines t-shirts, Arizona grabbed her iPad and decided it was time to learn a little more about Callie Torres.

Clicking the toggle switch at the top of the device, the screen dimly lit up. Arizona punched in her passcode, 0313-her father's birthday, and then opened the Safari application. Going directly to her Google bookmark, Arizona then used her two index fingers to tap out the name 'Callie Torres' and hit the search button. A whopping 1.866666667 seconds later (according to Google's search time), she had over ninety thousand articles and facts and pictures of the woman she so desperately wanted to know.

The first link she clicked on was an article about Callie's decision to retire and how that would impact her legacy. Blah, blah, blah…just tell me about her in general. Perusing through search results Arizona kept coming across the name 'Calliope Torres'. Is that her? I guess it could be… she then clicked on the Wikipedia link for that name and hoped it would give her something to go off of.

Her iPad screen turned an even brighter shade of white as the Wikipedia page opened up. Across the middle of the screen read the name 'Calliope Torres', under that in bold lettering, Arizona read, "Calliope "Callie" I. Torres (born August 31st, 1987) is a Hispanic-American female championship boxer…" She then directed her attention to the picture situated on the right side of the webpage featuring Calliope holding a championship belt above her head in one hand with her other hand raised in a triumphant fist. Below the brief description of who Callie was was a set of quick links that read: Early life, Career, Personal life, Awards, etc.… Arizona immediately clicked on personal life and began reading about the woman she couldn't get out of her head.

"Not much is known about the personal life of Calliope Torres. During her days of professional boxing, it was widely known that she would not date anyone for fear of jeopardizing her career and focus. In 2012, it was rumored that she had a brief fling with Conor McGregor, a UFC fighter. Though both parties and their PR teams deny the rumor. After defending her title in 2013, Callie retired from the professional circuit to become a trainer with the Ultimate Fighter. She now resides in Seattle, Washington. In 2014, it was once again rumored that Calliope was dating. This time thought it was a female competitor Callie was supposed to be training. She and her family have denied such accusations, but outside sources say that the relationship did in fact occur and that it ended abruptly after said competitor was forced to leave the competition."

Everything made sense. Arizona finally had one of the missing pieces to her Calliope puzzle. Callie ran away when she realized that Arizona was competitor, and then told her that she couldn't get hurt again. Callie may be publically denying the fact that she had a relationship with a competitor, but Arizona had just figured it all out. She did have that relationship, and she did get hurt. Bad enough that she has since swore off anyone that could possible hurt her again. But, I won't hurt her. Now that she knew the truth, Arizona could chip away at the wall Callie had put up around herself and her heart. Now that she knew what was holding Callie back, she could work to free her. And she would try her damndest to just that.


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