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A/N: Hey, guys... *nervous chuckle*

All mistakes are mine, I'll check 'em later. Enjoy.

"I never told you that Andrea cheated on me, Arizona. How did you know that?" she asks again. I could practically see the wheels turning in her head as she tried to figure out how I knew this.

In that moment, it's like I can't figure out how to use my tongue to speak. The look on Callie's face is enough to make me cringe when I realize what I've just said. I really didn't want this to happen like this, but I have no choice now. Things just got real.

Chapter 10

::..Callie's POV..::

"I—What?" she temporizes.

"Arizona!" I all put snap, "How did you know that Andrea cheated on me?"

Still, she stands there like a fish out of water which does nothing but frustrate me more. I think back to our conversations over the past few days. We rarely talked about my break-up, and when we did, I know that I didn't let it slip. I made sure of it. I didn't want Arizona to know that I had been cheated on, that's embarrassing, but knowing that she actually knew about it is a whole different level of embarrassment.

"I—I knew. Callie, I'm so sor—" she tries, but I cut her off.

"What?" I say, and it comes out with a disbelieving chuckle. "You what?"

"Callie, I'm sorry. I know that I shou—" I cut her off again.

"How did you—how long have you known, Arizona?" I ask, still trying to wrap my brain around what I just found out.

"Callie, that's not important…" she trails off, avoiding my gaze.

"How long, Arizona!" I yell, and she flinches. I feel bad for a second, but that soon takes the backseat to my anger.

"When I showed you guys the house." she whispers, looking at my floor.

"The house? You knew all that time? You knew that I was being cheated on all that time, and didn't think to tell me?" I scream, tears falling but I quickly wipe them. She will not get to see me cry over this.

"Callie, I'm sorry. I tried to tell you—plenty of times, I tried to tell you." she says, taking a step towards me.

I step back, "Well, you could have tried harder!"

"Callie, seriously, try to see where I'm coming from, okay? We've only known each other for a little while, and it has been great—some of the best times of my life, even…but still, I wasn't sure how you would take it when the information was coming from me. Callie, you have to believe me, I tried to tell you, I did, but our—our friendship was doing so great, and—"

"You watched as I was being played, and said nothing because you didn't want to ruin our friendship? How selfish is that?" I yell, "You stood by, and watched as I was cheated on, Arizona…you—I…I think you should leave." I tell her.

"Callie…please, just let me explain." she tried, but I didn't want to hear it.

"No, Arizona. You had all of this time to explain to me why girlfriend had all of these major cases, keeping her at work at all hours of the night! You had all of this time to explain all of the secret phone calls that she had at ungodly hours! But you didn't! So no, you don't get to explain anything, what you get to do is get the hell out of my apartment!"

Arizona looks me in the eyes, silently begging me not to do this, but I don't budge. I stand there, never breaking eye contact, letting her know how serious I actually am.

She gives a small nod and turns to get her bag and jacket. Once she gets her things, she turns back to me, tears brimming her eyes. "Callie…I'm sorry." she says, blinking back tears before leaving my apartment.

When she leaves, I make my way to the couch and just sit. How the hell could she know this and not tell me? She'd known since that day she shown me the house, and she said nothing. She smiled in my face for weeks, knowing that I was being betrayed in one of the worst ways, and she kept it to herself.

After about 45 minutes, I finally decide that it's time for me to go to bed. Standing, I put the untouched food away, and then make my way to the bathroom. Pulling off my clothes, I adjust the shower to my liking and hop in, letting the hot water wash over me. At least in here, I can try and convince myself that the wetness on my cheeks is only from the shower.

O_O_O_O_O_O_O

I had a little while to think over the events of last night. I'm still very pissed off, but I'm not entirely mad at Arizona; I can't be. If I was put in her position, I'm not sure what I'd do. I'm just...embarrassed? I can't stand to look at her knowing that she knew this the whole time. Knowing that she knows that I can't even keep a relationship going. And I'm hurt that someone who I considered a good friend could keep this information from me.

Walking to the OR board to check my surgery schedule for the day, I run into, the one and only, Dr. Robbins. I swear she had to be waiting for me because she just showed up out of nowhere.

"Callie. Can we talk?" She asks me. I'm looking forward still, but I know she's facing me. I'm not ready to talk to her, she has to know this.

"Dr. Robbins," I start, crossing my arms and turning my head so that I'm looking at her, "Christoff McGomery's surgery isn't until for another 3 hours. We've been over it a million times already. What could you possibly need to talk about?" I ask, keeping my tone formal.

"I was actually hoping to talk about what happened yeste—"

"Dr. Robbins, if there are no further questions about our patient, I'll be going." I tell her, turning and walking off before he she could respond.

How I managed to keep my cool through that is beyond me, but I did, and I managed to keep my tears at bay until I got onto the empty elevator as well. Taking a few minutes to compose myself, I get off on the surgical floor getting ready to scrub in for my first surgery of the day. Breaking bones and taking names. That always make me feel better.

..::Arizona's POV::..

After Callie dismissed me, I stood at the surgical board for a few more minutes. I wanted to chase after her, to tell her how sorry I am, and how stupid I feel for not telling her right away, but I know she needs her space.

I fucked up. I know this, and Callie has every right to never speak to me ever again, but I'll do my best to make sure that doesn't happen. I didn't tell Callie sooner for fear of screwing up our friendship, and that's what happened anyway.

Walking to my office to fill out some paper work, I figure I'd talk to her in surgery later.

My first surgery of the day is actually the one that I have with Callie later. Christoff McGomery, an eleven year old boy who was hit by a car while riding his skateboard. Thinking that he could make it across the street on a red light landed the poor kid in the hospital with a broken hip, a broken elbow and some internal bleeding. Most of it got taken care of when he first arrived, but there was still work to be done.

Needing to clear my head of everything Callie related before this surgery, I call the one person who I know I can talk to about anything.

"Hello, you have reached the Robbins residence. Who would you like to speak with?" the small voice came over the phone, and I smile at my nephew's adorableness.

"Hey, Ry. It's me, is your Dad around?" I ask.

"Double A! Yeah, Daddy's right here, he let me answer the phone!"

"That's pretty cool. You're getting older now. Soon I'll have to bring you to work with me and have you perform a surgery." I tell him. 'He'd probably do better than some of these interns.' I think to myself as my nephew mumbles something and gives the phone to his dad.

"What's up, Boo?" my younger brother says once he has the phone.

"There's no getting you to stop calling me that, is there?" I ask.

"Not a chance," he laughs, "What's up?"

"Nothing…well, something..ugh! I don't know, I need to vent, Tim." I tell him.

"Oh, Boo," Tim starts in a high pitched voice, and an amazingly awful go at a southern accent, "Are we having boy troubles?"

I couldn't help but laugh at that, "Imagine that. No, seriously…I need to talk to you."

"Okay, I'm here. Talk to me." he says, noticing the seriousness in my voice.

"Well, it's about Callie," I sigh, "I kinda screwed up…a lot."

"Wait? Dr. Torres?… Ha! I knew it!" he yells.

"Knew what? There's noth—Fuuuuccckkk!" I stop, feeling my pager vibrant on my hip.

"What?" Tim asks.

"My pager. I have to go, Tim. I'll call you back as soon as I can." I tell him.

"Cool. I'll be here." he says before we hang up.

Leaving my office, I run down the hall to one of my patient's room. When I get in there, the little girl is seizing, her mother crying hysterically at her bedside. 'This is gonna be a long day'

O_O_O_O_O_O_O

Scrubbing out of surgery, I had 15 minutes until the surgery with Callie was set to began. The girl that I was just working on is stabilized now, one of the interns misread her chart and gave her a medicine she was allergic to causing her to seize. This caused her to rip her stitches that I had to fix.

Scrubbing into this surgery, I'm going over what I want to say to Callie. I'm nervous. The way she's been looking at me since my slip-up last night is something I can't take for much longer. I can see the pain in her eyes. Pain that I took part in causing. She has to know that I'm sorry, and I won't stop until she does.

Walking into the OR, I'm met by the nurses who help me into my gloves, mask, and gown. When everything is set, we wait.

I hear the doors to the scrub room slide open, but when I turn around it isn't Callie I see.

"Dr. Rowan?" I question the other Ortho attending.

"Dr. Robbins." he nods politely. "Dr. Torres was pulled into an emergency surgery, and I'll be performing this with you. I hope you don't mind." he jokes, getting suited up for surgery. 'Mind? Of course I mind!'. The operating room is probably the only place I'll get Callie alone to talk for a long time, and she wants to get pulled into some emergency surgery!

I push all of that frustration away for now. Christoff is my only concern at the moment. "Ten blade…"

O_O_O_O_O_O_O

The rest of the day was pretty mundane. Callie successfully avoided me all day which is weird because I was looking for her every chance I had.

Stepping on the elevator, I send a quick text to my little brother, telling him that I'd call him tomorrow, and would probably come over since I didn't have to work until late.

Checking my email, I can barely keep my eyes open as I ride the elevator. Attempting to put my phone back into my pocket, I totally miss, and the precious device slips out of my hand, hitting the floor.

Bending down to grab it, I say a small prayer, hoping that no real damage is done. When I hit the button to light up the screen, though, my heart sinks. Still bent down, I hear the elevator doors open, and someone get on, but I couldn't care less at that moment. My screen was cracked.

"Shit! Fuck! Shit!" I curse under my breath. Standing back up, I cut my phone off and cut it back on with hopes that the action would magically repair the damage done, but of course, it doesn't.

I would have to get a new phone for sure. I get texts and emails from residents all the time, and I can't see a thing on this shattered screen. 'Whelp, there goes another 400 bucks. Way to go, Arizona.' I think to myself. The elevator dings, and I hear a few people get off. When the doors close again, I finally take my eyes off of the hopeless cell phone in my hand and pay attention to my surroundings. It was only then that I noticed my company.

"Calliope…"

A/N: Gasp.