AN: Wow, do you guys hate George. I got more reviews last chapter than any other. That made me both laugh and cringe. I'm just going to ask that you stay with me and trust. This whole moving thing has really got me down, so my muse has been AWOL. But, I'm trying to push through it, and will hopefully be finishing up this story soon. Thanks for reading and I hope you have a wonderful day.

Arizona's POV

"How could you not tell me Callie was engaged?" I yelled as I wildly flung my arms over my head.

Mary barely looked up as she sat cross legged on her couch, seemingly undisturbed by the ranting blonde pacing a hole in her carpet in front of her. She flipped another page of her trashy magazine, "Did you know that Jennifer Aniston did something with someone new, Angelina Jolie now adopts lizards as well as foreign children, and Simon Cowell is having Rosie O'Donnell's baby? What is happening to the world?" Mary shook her head.

"Mary…" I warned through an exasperated sigh. It was not the time for her toddler sized attention span.

Mary nodded, "You're right, that last one seems a little ridiculous, everyone knows Rosie is gay…Do you know Rosie?" Mary finally looked up with a quizzical and hopeful expression.

I huffed and rolled my eyes, "No, we don't all know each other. Will you please just answer my question?"

"What question?" Mary asked as she tossed the magazine aside and sprawled on the couch.

I growled in frustration, "The one I've been yelling at you since I got here ten minutes ago." Mary raised an eyebrow. I sighed and flopped down at her feet, "I don't know why I thought coming over here would be helpful…why didn't you tell me Callie was engaged?"

Mary finally met my gaze and shrugged, "I don't know what I'm supposed to tell you and what I'm not. Last time I told you Callie was dating someone, you bit my head off. So, I decided to not tell you she was getting married out of self preservation. Plus, I didn't think you'd come to Seattle Grace Mercy West if you knew…" Mary watched as I furrowed my brows and pulled my knees up to my chest.

"So, you tricked me into coming by not telling me a very important piece of information? Real nice." I set my chin on my knee and wrapped my arms around my legs.

"Sweetie, I just don't know where you two stand anymore. I didn't tell Callie you were coming because I thought it would be funny, but I didn't tell you about her fiancée because I thought Callie should be the one to tell you." Mary sat up and put a calming hand on my back. "I'm sorry, I honestly didn't think it would upset you this much."

I leaned into her, "It's okay, I get it. I'm just a little shocked, that's all. Part of me thought she'd always be there. Knowing that she's not is just a harsh wake up call…It's good for her…she found someone to spend her life with…I'm happy."

Mary squeezed my shoulders, "I'd believe Simon was having Rosie's baby before I believed all that."

I chuckled lightly, "Shut up and get me some wine so we can talk about something else until Toby gets home with Ryan."

The next few days went by without me seeing Callie. I was working my cute ass off, trying to keep up with my new work load and learning the lay of the land. I managed to get through super hectic days, collapse into bed, then start all over. I loved it. It was an amazing job and my co-workers were mostly great.

During a rare free block of time, I headed down to the cafeteria and picked out a somewhat suspicious looking lunch. As I gazed around the crowded tables, looking for a suitable seat, someone caught my attention, "Yo, Blondie! I got a seat with your name on it."

I glanced over to Mark Sloan waving an apple in the air and sighed. I had met Dr. Sloan, and I wasn't a fan. However, I was hungry and did need a place to sit. I weaved through a few tables and sat in the chair across from the plastic surgeon. "Good afternoon, Dr. Sloan. You can call me, Dr. Robbins, you know. As opposed to Blondie?" I took a sip of my iced tea.

Mark shrugged, "I make no promises. So, how has your first week been?"

Taking a bite of my salad, I nodded, "Pretty good, actually. It's a lot of work, but good work."

Mark nodded, then leaned closer to me, "Good. Well, if you need someone to show you around the town, I'd be happy to show you the dark and cozy places." He winked and leaned back.

While I wanted to gag on my tomato, I could also see why straight woman found him charming. "Uh, thanks, but I'm okay."

"No, really, you haven't had a night on the town until you've had one with me." He smirked, then dropped his gaze to my boobs and stared. And, didn't stop staring, which is why he missed my grimace.

"Stop staring at her boobs or I'll break your arm." Callie came up behind me and set her tray on the table.

"That seems a little harsh, Cal. And, I wasn't-"

"Yes, you were…This seat taken?" She gestured next to me with a grin.

"Well, I was saving it for a certain hot brunette…but, you'll do, I guess." I chuckled at the wounded glare she sent my way as she sat down.

"And, I was hoping to have lunch with a curvy blonde with legs for miles, but she was a no show, so I'll settle for you." Callie crunched a carrot stick as I slapped her arm.

"What the hell is going on here?" Mark demanded.

Callie and I chewed silently as we stared in amusement at his indignant face. Realization crossed his defined features, "Oh, come on! You're gay?"

I smirked and sipped my drink again, teasing him with my eyes. Men were fun.

Mark sniffed, "No matter. Cal told me she was gay when I started and wanted to go out with her, then she met and is now marrying O'Malley. So, that excuse holds little water for me."

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Callie blush and lower her eyes to her tray. Clearing my throat, I looked him straight in the eye, "I assure you, it is not an excuse. I will never, at any time for any reason, be romantically or sexually interested in a man. If you would like to be friends, I will consider it with the stipulation that you stop hitting on me."

Mark glanced at his watch, "Damn, I'm late for my surgery…I'll consider it, but make no promises."

I nodded, "So, I've heard."

Once he left, I turned to Callie, "Hey."

She grinned, "Hey. How've you been? I'm guessing busy."

I rolled my eyes, "Busy is a pathetically inadequate word for what I've been."

Callie studied my face, "But, you're totally loving it, aren't you?"

A wide smile spread on my lips, "Yeah, I totally am…How did you meet George?" My jaw dropped slightly at the words that fell from my lips. I hadn't meant to say that like that.

Callie paused mid-chew, staring at me. After a few seconds, she lowered her fork, "Um, we met here. He came when we merged with Mercy West. I had just broken up with a woman up in nuero, and he took me out for drinks and made me laugh. I hadn't laughed that hard in a long time. We started dating, then he proposed, and here we are…I'm sorry, that was way more than you asked…" Callie picked up her fork and shoved a huge bite of pasta in her mouth.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and shook my head, "No, no. It's fine…He makes you happy, doesn't he?" She sort of lit up when she talked about him.

Callie smiled shyly, "Yeah, he does." She watched me closely as I flinched and looked away. "He's a good guy, Arizona…and, he was here." She added the last part quietly and pointedly.

I clenched my jaw, "Yeah, I suppose I deserved that…" Scrunching my brows, I crossed my arms over my chest, and turned to her, "No, you know what? I didn't. Yes, I left to go after my dreams five years ago. But, we weren't together. Yeah, you asked me out, but you were too late. Had we been together when I got the news of winning the grant, things may have turned out different. I don't regret going. I am sorry we missed our chance, but I don't regret Africa. I will not take you beating me up over leaving anymore."

Callie bit her lip, considering my words. Her voice came out soft and apologetic, "You're right, I'm sorry. That will be the last time I mention it…and I am still fantastically proud of you for winning the Carter Madison and helping all those kids. You're amazing."

Damn it. She was much harder to not like when she said things like that. "Thank you… And, I am truly happy for you, Callie. I want you to have everything you want from life, and if George can give it to you, I'm behind you one hundred percent…well, realistically, more like ninety five percent, but I'll work on it."

Callie smiled and took my hand, "You have no idea how much that means to me. So…we can be friends?" Her face was bright and hopeful.

I chuckled, "I think that's a very good plan." We ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes before she suddenly scooted her chair right up next time me.

"Oh. Watch this." She gestured to a young guy, probably an intern, a few tables in front of us. "This guy will not take no for an answer. He asks that girl out all the time. He's not gross or rude about it, he just really wants to go out with her. It's kind of the running joke around here, bets are placed on when he'll give up." As I laughed lightly, I glanced at her giddy face. Yeah, I could be her friend. We'd be just fine.

We watched as he shuffled his feet and gestured meekly toward the woman. She looked bored and shook her head. He nodded and turned from the table, looking disappointed, but not hopeless. "Poor guy. It's kind of sad."

Callie turned to me, the smile slipping from her face, "Yeah, I guess, it's not really that funny. He's a sweet guy and I kind of admire his determination." Our faces were much closer than they had been before. Her soft scent invaded my nose and the warmth from her body made my skin tingle. Being her lust-less friend was going to be very difficult.

"Yeah, it can't be easy to want someone you can't have, or can't get the timing right with." I said quietly, gazing into her eyes.

Callie nodded slowly, then stood up, "Hang on a sec."

"Where are you going?" I was stunned by her sudden movement away from me.

"I'll be right back," She answered vaguely as she dodged nurses and doctors as they tried to eat before getting back to work. I tracked her curiously as she approached the young guy we had just been watching. She smiled warmly at him, gestured over her shoulder to the woman, then leaned over to speak into his ear. The intern grinned and nodded when she pulled back. Callie pat his arm, then walked away. I furrowed my brows when she returned to her seat next to me. Callie grinned and nodded across the room, "Ok, round two."

When I looked over, the man approached the woman again. This time his stance was stronger and he smiled confidently. I could see him say something to her, but couldn't make out what it was.

"Ok, that's it, Glen, finish up and stick to your guns." Callie quietly encouraged next to me.

Without waiting for a reply to whatever he had said, he turned to leave.

"Your turn, Stacy, don't disappoint me, babe." Callie whispered, apparently to the female. I was totally lost.

Before Glen had gotten more than a few tables away, Stacy suddenly sprang up and started to follow him.

"Yes! Atta girl!" Callie whispered excitedly. I tried not to gasp when she reached over and gripped my wrist as she watched the other couple.

Stacy caught Glen by the arm. When he turned around, she reached over and slipped his phone out of his shirt pocket. She held the phone for a minute, typing something into it, then said, what appeared to be "call me". With that, she returned to her table, while Glen grinned dumbly in her direction. After a moment, her turned toward Callie and offered a goofy salute, which Callie enthusiastically returned.

"What did you tell him to say to her?" I asked in disbelief. Apparently this guy had been asking her out for a very long time, then a few words from Callie, and she agreed without hesitation.

Callie smirked, maybe the sexist smirk I've ever seen, then winked and gathered her tray. "Oh, there's so much you don't know about me…I gotta go, but I'll call you later, ok?"

I could only nod as I struggled to control my body. Her cockiness was unbelievably hot. As I watched her leave, an extra sway in her hips, I couldn't help but think that being her friend was going to hurt like hell.

AN: I know this chapter was a little choppy, but, like I said, I'm fighting with my muse. I also keep changing my mind about the final direction of this story, so this chapter was sort of an waffely transition chapter. Let me know what you thought.