A/N: You are going to enjoy this chapter for sure but don't expect to much. I'm taking my time like I said I will.
Also I've been getting a lot of questions on whether it would be possible for Arizona to love a child that was conceived in that way so much and here's my opinion: Arizona has a big heart. And Josh is a part of her as well. You'll see her thoughts on it soon though.

It was Friday night and Grey Sloan Memorial had an unusually busy day as two trains crashed and most of the patients were brought in there. They had helicopters and ambulances arriving all day as long as visitors who were claiming the patients. Arizona had her hands busy with a teenager. She was crushed under a train seat and her injuries were extremely severe. She worked with Derek in the operating room for the first time since she came back to Seattle. After a long day Arizona decided to treat herself with a drink at Joe's bar since Josh's class was on a weekend camping trip and she was child free for probably the first time. But Josh was excited and she didn't want to seem clingy. And she helped him pack a bag and said goodbye and gave him the biggest hug she could manage. After all it was only for two days.

Callie has been having a busy day as well. Her first patient was at 4 am in the morning and she could only do so much before the rest of them were brought in and she seemed to get a page for every injury possible. Trauma rooms weren't enough and the emergency room wasn't big enough either. She had to cancel her surgery on a very important athlete so she could help other emergency patients. She spent almost 15 hours in the operating room working on at least seven different people and moving between operating rooms constantly. But that's what she lived for. The rush of saving lives. The adrenaline pumping through her veins as she drilled in the bone. It was past 8 pm when she left the hospital and decided to go to the bar. It's been a very long time since she was there and she felt like she deserved it.

Cristina loved drunk Arizona. The perky surgeon got even more cheerful and much more funnier. "Okay, first you lick the salt, then you take the shot and then bite in the lemon. Got it?" Yes, she was doing tequila shots with Arizona.

"Of course I got it," Arizona replied. She shook salt on her wrist and made sure her shot was ready and that a lemon was next to it. She took a deep breath before licking the salt, dawning the shot and quickly taking a bite of the lemon. She cringed but enjoyed the burning in her throat. She loved it so much that she did it once more. And then twice. And then five more times until just looking at the bartender made her laugh and that lemon tasted great when she was sucking on it.

And that's what Callie walked in on. Arizona doing tequila shots with Cristina but somehow the blonde had way more empty shot glasses in front of her. "Cristina!" she scolded. "What are you doing?"

Cristina's eyes widened. She didn't expect to be caught while getting the pediatric surgeon drunk. "I'm hanging out with Arizona. She's a lot of fun," she said, waving her hand as if it was nothing.

"You know Arizona's bad with alcohol," Callie said, remembering how many times before Cristina tried to get her drunk and Arizona always ended up being very flirty until she had to throw up.

"Oh yeah, I forgot," Cristina said and laughed. "I still remember when she threw up in your shoe box."

Arizona leaned forward and picked another shot but Callie took it away from her. This was the first time she noticed her standing there. "Hi Calliope," she slurred in a voice higher than usually before giggling. "Give me my alcohol back."

Callie closed her eyes as her long name escaped Arizona's lips and then took a deep breath, opening them again. "I think you've had enough," Callie said, taking a seat next to them. Of course Cristina chose the stools right by the bar.

Joe raised his arms in defense. "I thought they were for Cristina," he said. "Do you want anything doctor Torres?"

"Just coffee please," Callie replied. She had a feeling that alcohol for her wasn't going to be a good day. And while she was talking to Joe Arizona managed to do another tequila shot.

Cristina realized she was behind. "Damn roller-skates girl, I didn't know you had it in you." She started doing her own shots and was quickly catching up.

Callie shook her head. "I think you both had enough."

"I barely started," Cristina said.

"You're such a party pooper Calliope," Arizona whined and tried to lean over her to get to her tequila shots. "If you want to drink you should get your own."

Cristina laughed. "Calliope," she repeated and snorted. "God I missed blondie. She's not half as bad," she said, still laughing.

"Shut up Cristina," Callie said sending her a death glare. She raised her hand until Joe noticed her. "Please don't give them anymore alcohol. And instead give me two more coffees."

"I ain't paying for that," Cristina said.

Callie rolled her eyes. "I'm paying," she explained to Joe before he could change his mind on the coffee.

Arizona pouted. "Just one more. Pleasseee," she begged and pouted. She even used her dimples on Callie but nothing. "I will even let you do half of the shot." She offered Callie her wrist that was still covered in some salt.

"No, thank you." Callie grabbed a napkin and passed it to Arizona. "You're most definitely done with tequila." Arizona sighed dramatically and used the napkin to try and get rid of the salt on her wrist before ending up giggling for no reason at all. Callie accepted her coffee and passed one to Cristina and one to Arizona. "Drink it."

Arizona pouted but suddenly the hot coffee seemed very inviting. She felt a nice buzz from the alcohol and the coffee made her feel only better. But after all the liquid she did have to go to the bathroom. "I need to go pee."

Callie helped Arizona off the stool but seeing Arizona stumble she knew she needed to go with her or she would never make it to the bathroom. "I'll go with you." She helped Arizona through the drunken crowd of interns and some other random people before they got to the bathroom. "I'll wait for you here and please don't puke."

"I hold my booze just fine, thank you," Arizona replied and go inside the stall. She locked the door and started giggling.

Callie chose to ignore Arizona and waited for her to finish. She would get Cristina back for getting Arizona drunk some other time. And she really wasn't looking forward to playing a chaperone on a Friday night when all she wanted to do was get a bottle of wine and drink it whole. "Are you okay?" she asked after Arizona spent a few minutes in there and no sound came from her.

"Ssshh. I can hear my heart singing," Arizona said and laughed. She flushed the water and tried to get the door open. "Callie, this doesn't open," she whined.

"Did you unlock it?" Callie asked dumbly.

Arizona frowned and turned around the knob, giggling. She pushed the door open. "Oops?"

Callie chuckled and crossed her arms. "Come on, let's get you home." She watched Arizona wash her hands, using the same sink she was using the night when they kissed for the first time. Having Arizona back in her life was interesting. Especially now that Arizona was so drunk that the water droplets splashing her made her laugh. "Where's your car?" she asked. Not that she would let Arizona use her own car.

"At the hospital. Cristina and I walked," Arizona said, smiling. "I can totally go back and drive."

Callie raised her eyebrows. "As much as I would like to see you try I can't let you do this. Come on, I'm taking you home." Arizona was being half dragged out of the bar, still laughing. "What's your address?" Callie asked. She forgot exactly where Arizona lived.

""I can't tell you," Arizona said as she stumbled a little. "You could be a robber."

This time it was Callie who laughed. "A robber? Really? I've already been to your house and I did not wish to steal your rainbow couch pillows."

Arizona giggled. "I'm still not telling you."

Callie helped Arizona in her car and made sure she was using the seat belt before she sat in her driver's seat and started the car. "Please tell me if you get sick."

Arizona leaned against the car window. "Seattle's so pretty. I love it when it rains."

Callie let out a small laugh and listened to Arizona ramble about Seattle and rain and other weather. Callie moved after Mark passed away to an apartment building that was a little further away from the hospital but closer to school and day care. She needed a fresh start. Her apartment was still close to work though, only ten minutes away by a car. It was modern with two bedrooms and an office. She changed the office in Sofia's bedroom since it was closer to her room and left the other room untouched. Callie parked her car in the assigned spot and looked over at Arizona. After a few minutes the blonde grew quiet and she realized she fell asleep. And now Callie needed to wake her up. "Arizona," she said and gently shook her.

Arizona mumbled something and tried to roll over until she realized she was in a car and her head hit the window. "Ouch, crap." She rubbed her throbbing temple. "Did you kidnap me?"

"You fell asleep. Come on," Callie said and helped Arizona out of the car. She was grateful for the elevator for the first time since she moved here. She locked the car and helped Arizona in the building.

"Is this where you live?" Arizona asked looking around. "Ooo you have your own elevator."

Callie laughed. "This is just the lobby."

"Your lobby." Arizona winked. "Gotcha."

"No, it's the building's lobby," Callie said, trying to get Arizona to understand what she was saying.

Arizona laughed. "Of your building."

Callie just shook her head. "Never mind." She pressed the elevator button and the door opened. She gently pushed Arizona inside.

"Feisty," Arizona said and smirked.

"God, how drunk are you? How many drinks did you have before I managed to save you?" Callie asked. Arizona Robbins had 5 drunk moods. First one was even more cheerful with some dark humor. Second was the weepy Arizona that cried a lot. Third was Arizona ending up dancing and sometimes feeling the need to strip dance. Fourth stage of drunk Arizona was flirting. And being very touchy. And the fifth and last stage was sleeping. So Callie had to miss all of that and got her just in time before she would offer herself to Cristina.

"Like one. Or two," Arizona replied. She leaned closer and breathed in Callie's ear, "but add a zero after one. Or maybe two. Oh, I don't know. Cristina kept giving them to me. She's nice."

Callie took a deep breath. "She got you drunk," she said. She was relieved when the elevator arrived and they left it. Callie dug for her keys out of her purse and unlocked the door. "Come on."

"I'm not going to seduce you," Arizona slurred. "I mean you're still hot. But I'm so tired."

Callie laughed. "Uhm thank you?"

"No, really. I mean you were always hot. Like almost dirty sexy hot. But now you're just wow," Arizona said without a shame. Alcohol gave her courage.. "You have a nice apartment by the way." Arizona looked around. "But I wouldn't sleep with you now. I mean it'd be awkward. Plus we're friends now right?" She squinted at Callie and then giggled.

Callie found drunk Arizona very amusing. And the things she said. "Very interesting. Do you want to take a shower first or are you just going to sleep it off?"

Arizona yawned. "Do you have any wine?"

"Yes, but you're not getting any." She turned Arizona to the direction of where the spare bedroom was. When Arizona didn't budge she lead her there and opened the door. "You can sleep here. There's a bathroom there. And please don't trip and fall."

Arizona giggled. "Why would I tr-" Before she could finish she found herself stumbling. She caught herself on the bed and giggled. "I see what you meant."

Callie chuckled and helped Arizona take her shoes off. There was no way she would let her sleep in her bed with shoes on. "Do you want some pjs or?"

Arizona was already pushing her jeans down her legs. "I'll just sleep naked."

Callie's eyes widened. "Uhm.. I can really just lend you something to wear." She really didn't want Arizona to sleep naked in her spare bedroom. The one that her dad used occasionally when babysitting Sofia.

Arizona laughed, rolling on the bed. "It's okay. I'll keep my underwear on."

Callie shook her head. "Sleep well." Because you're about to have the biggest headache tomorrow, she thought. Callie closed Arizona's door and hoped she'll be okay and moved to her bedroom. She took a relaxing shower and collapsed in her bed. She was too exhausted to think about Arizona and what could she possibly be doing in her apartment's spare bedroom.

Arizona woke up the next morning with her head throbbing and her stomach clenching. She hasn't even opened her eyes yet to know that there was too much lightning in the room. She reached for the blanket when an almost silent sound of what seemed like a kitchen pot hitting the stove and she almost cried at the sharp stabbing pain in her head. Kitchen pot? Wasn't she suppose to be home alone? Josh was on his trip that's as much as she could remember. Arizona barely opened her eyes before groaning and burying her face back in the pillow. Deciding she really should get up she managed to squint open her eyes and noticed two painkillers and a glass of water on the nightstand. "Thank god," she muttered and swallowed the pills. As she slowly sat up she realized her jeans were on the floor but her shirt was still on her. She pulled on her jeans and ignored her stomach. Arizona opened the door and found herself in a strange apartment. She did not remember getting here. And she also had no idea where she was.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I wake you up?" Callie's voice rang through her.

Arizona groaned. "Don't talk so loud," she whispered. "Where am I?"

"At my place," Callie said and smiled. She was going to have fun with this.

"Why am I here?" Arizona's voice was still just a whisper.

Callie chuckled. "Because you got so drunk last night that I was not going to leave in you a bar alone. And you didn't want to tell me your address because apparently I'm a robber so I brought you here."

Arizona cringed. "I didn't do anything stupid did I? The last thing I remember was that Cristina challenged me to do tequila shots and I realized that it's Friday night and I am childless so I accepted." Then she remembered her 5 drunk moods and if her head wouldn't be throbbing she would probably hit herself. "How drunk was I?"

"I missed the first three steps so I think very," Callie replied. She wanted to laugh but for Arizona's sake decided not to. "I have orange juice and I made eggs. Figuring you'd need it."

Arizona gingerly followed Callie. "Thank you for not leaving me there. I shouldn't mess with Cristina."

"If it makes you feel better you totally won."

Arizona remembered how Callie said she missed the first three stages. "I didn't hit on you did I? God, I'm so sorry."

"It was pretty flattering," Callie said and this time laughed loudly.

Arizona let out a breath. "What did I say?"

"Your first attempt was telling me how many drinks you had. It was pretty amusing. And then you said something along the lines that I'm almost dirty hot." Callie smirked. This was fun and a total payback for bringing Arizona back to her apartment.

"Oh my god. Really? Are you just messing with me?" Arizona wasn't sure if she should believe Callie or not.

Callie shrugged. "Believe it or not. Whatever you wish," Callie said casually and shrugged with her shoulders. "Eat this please. It will make the hangover better."

Arizona looked at the eggs and grabbed a hold of her stomach. "I feel too sick to eat this."

"Okay, then at least drink the juice. And I did try to warn you but then you offered me the salt from your wrist and I ordered coffee for both you and Cristina and then you went to the bathroom," Callie said. "Do you want anything else? Oatmeal?" It felt almost too familiar to sit with Arizona in the kitchen and offer her breakfast.

Arizona felt her stomach turn around. "No food, god." She drank the juice though and felt somewhat better. She looked at her watch and realized just how long she's been at Callie's place. "I should get going. I think my car's still at the hospital. So I can get the cab to drive me there."

Callie nodded. "Understandable. Don't forget your shoes."

"Thank you, for caring and not letting me die in Joe's bar," Arizona said awkwardly. She was finally able to keep her eyes open without being in too much pain and made sure she was looking at Callie's brown eyes while thanking her.

"You're welcome. Next time don't do tequila challenge with Cris," Callie said. She waited for Arizona to get her shoes and then walked her to the door. After she closed the door she really felt like her and Arizona were friends again. This could totally work and not be awkward, she thought.