Disclaimer: This is AU. I do not own any of the characters from Grey's Anatomy. I just manipulate them to my will. Also, any line or phrase or setting that seems remotely familiar from any other show, movie or book, also not mine. I borrow…

AN: Whew..this was a toughie. For some reason it just didn't want to come out of my brain. But here it is. Loving the feedback so far! Keep it up. Now enjoy, Chapter 14 for yalls review!

AN2: Some of you have asked, so I will answer quickly. Yes, I was born and bred country. And I love it!

Chapter 14

Arizona's POV:

After being seated and given our menu's I turn and look at Callie. "You alright Calliope? …you've got this look on your face…"

"Uhhh…You speak Italian?" she asks incredulously

"mmhmm'' I giggle. "So what do you think you are going to order?"

"I don't know, everything looks so delicious." We discuss the menu for a couple minutes, and the waiter comes over and takes our order. He turns to Callie "Che cosa possiamo ottenere voi stasera alla mia signora?" (What can we get you tonight, miss?) Callie opens her mouth but I cut it "May I, Calliope?"

"Please, I love hearing you speak Italian. Its very sexy." She says with a wink …mmm I may end up speaking Italian all night!

The waiter turns to me and I order for the both of us "La signora splendida che lo accompagna comincerà con il Passatelli in Brodo ed allora Al Marsala di Filetto. E farò seguire lo Stracciatella dal alla Romana di Saltimbocca" (The gorgeous lady accompanying me will start with the Passatelli in Brodo, and then the Filetto al Marsala. And I will have the Stracciatella followed by the Saltimbocca alla Romana.)

"E per bere?" (And to drink?)

"Hmmm…." I look to Callie. "Do you prefer red or white wine?"

"Red" she says.

Turning back to our waiter I say "Mangerà che cosa vino rosso il sommelier suggerisce per il suo pasto. E mangerò un tè ghiacciato" (She will have whatever red wine the sommelier recommends for her meal. And I will have an iced tea.) He gives a small bow, then leaves to put our order in and I look back at my date.

Awkward silence…. Sooo…. Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds pass and still...awkwardness.

I have to break this silence somehow, so I say "You know, my Mom always use to tell me that if you say that a situation is awkward, it would make it less awkward." Callie gives a small chuckle and says "well, it is our first date. Those always have a hint of awkwardness. ….Sooo..Italian…when did you learn to speak the sexiest language in the whole universe? …well, second to Spanish."

"Umm, a couple years ago I spent about 5 weeks in Italy and just fell in love with the culture and the language. So I absorbed it like a sponge while I was there."

"I never would have guessed…"

"See, judging a book by its cover again Calliope. I'm not just some country roughneck. Lots of surprises up these sleeves." I say with a wink.

"Oh, I don't doubt that Arizona." She looks around inside the restaurant. People dressed up in their best, the best of everything. "Ok, seriously, how did you get us in here?"

I laugh, "It's not uncommon for restaurants to keep a couple tables open when something like the PBR is in town. I'd say I was lucky to be able to grab one the open reservations on such short notice but…. Our group of riders aren't really the 5-star restaurant type guys. You'll find them at the local steakhouse."

"And here I thought you went through a lot of trouble" She says playfully.

"Hey, did I or did I not just get you into one of the best 5-star restaurants in Seattle?"

The waiter brings out our soups and we hungrily dig in. Umm…wow, this is amazing. Definitely better than a steakhouse!

"So…" Callie starts "I have to ask. Why….why do you do…what you do?"

I look deep in those chocolate eyes and let out a sigh "Why do you do what you do?... Its what I love. What makes my heart pound, what makes me want to wake up in the morning. When I get on top of a bull, it's like…the world fades away. You know? Everything else ceases to exist, to matter…."

"But it's so dangerous," Callie trying to understand "I mean, aren't you scared? Every time you get on a bull you could….you could die."

"And every time you slice someone open with a scalpel, they could die. Aren't you scared about that? Having someone's life in your hands?... It's a risk that comes with the job, just like mine. But you do it because you are good, because you weigh the pros against the cons and you understand the human body completely. It's the same with me.." I give a reassuring smile, "I am….good…at what I do. I never ride a bull that I know I have no business riding, I am fully aware of all the risks but I do it because I know the possibilities…the probabilities. But to answer your question, am I scared? At times, yes. It is a scary sport. I've lost more friends than I care to name because they weren't careful, or just got on a bad bull. But that's not me, I'm still here. And I'm going to keep doing what I do until I have a reason to stop."

"How did you even start bull riding? If it's not a women's sport, why did you even start?"

"Well, I was riding a horse before I could walk. And in the tiny town I grew up in, there were only two teams a girl could join. Cheerleading, and rodeo. So I started rodeoing when I was like…8, 9. Barrel racing to begin with, some calf roping. But my brother, he was 3 years older than me, started bull riding when I was 11. One day I talked him into setting me on a bull, and I was gone after that. It was like, I don't know, destiny?" I laugh. "I rode that bull probably 20 times that day. Just over and over and over. I only stopped because I uhhh…I kinda broke my arm. My momma was not happy."

"And you didn't take that as a sign?" Callie laughs.

"Haha….. well, what can I say. I was born stubborn and just got worse."

The waiter came over, refilled our drinks and took away our soup bowls. He asks "Come è finora tutto, signore?" (How is everything so far, ladies?)

I turn and give him a smile "Magnifico!" (Magnificent)

"So your brother…does he still ride?" Callie asks as she takes a sip of her wine. …oooo mood killer.

"He umm…he doesn't do anything anymore." I say, dropping my gaze from Callie. "He was uhh…he was killed in action a little over a year ago."

"Oh my god. Arizona, I'm so sorry….I-I didn't…"

"Its okay, Calliope. Really." I give her a reassuring smile ..yeah definitely killed the mood. Now she feels horrible. Great…. Some first date. I watch her as she tries to find something to say. "Really, Callie. No worries…" I reach across and take her hand "it still hurts, but I can talk about him. Its better than not talking about him." She finally looks up, I can see unshed tears in her eyes. "So, how about you tell me alittle about yourself."

"Alright, ummm I was born in Miami, I have an older sister who annoys the crap out of me, and parents who don't recognize me as their daughter anymore." …Wow, excellent dinner conversation here.

The waiter brings over our main course and leaves. I try to cut my meal, but with only one useful arm, its proving a challenge. I can see Callie out of the corner of my eye and she is doing everything possible to contain her laughter. "Uhh…need help there babe?" I look up ….Babe? "Bout time you offered." I say playfully. She leans over, offering me a nice view of her girls …Mother of god. Don't drool; drooling is not acceptable in a place like that. …but if they'd seen her chest I'm sure they'd make an exception.

"I've never had to cut up a date's meat before" she says.

"Well, I wanted to make tonight as memorable as possible"

"All you had to do was show up…" She says as she blushes, and so do I. We finish our meals and the waiter returns. "Posso interessarlo signore a caffè o al dessert?" (Can I interest you ladies in coffee or dessert?)

Callie cuts in "I actually have something back at my place for dessert." …sold!

I address the waiter, my eyes never leaving Callie's as I watch a mischievous smirk play across her face. "No, grazie. Il pranzo era stupefacient. Potreste prego portarci il controllo…." (No, thank you. Dinner was amazing. Could you please bring us the check…) then turning to the waiter and continuing "appena possibile." (as soon as possible). The waiter gives a knowing smile and leaves the bill.

After a brief argument made by Callie to allow her to pay half the bill, I …of course paid the check in full, along with a healthy tip for the waiter and we took our leave. Once settled back inside my truck Callie turned to me. "I know tonight isn't over yet, but I just want to let you know that I've had an amazing time tonight. No one has…ever taken the time or effort to do what you've done for me already."

I take her hand in mine and look her in the eyes, "Calliope….you are totally worth all the time and effort in the world. Don't let anyone make you feel any different." Then I turn and start the engine and head back to Callie's apartment. During the drive Callie kept her hand on my thigh ….focus on the road. Focus on the road. Focus on the road.

I don't really remember the trip up the elevator. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy. All I know is that my hand is in Callie's. Everything seems in place. She stops in front of her door and looks at me. ..She's cute when she's nervous. I pull her in for a deep kiss. I can still taste the red wine on her lips…I could get drunk just from looking at her, tasting her, smelling her. It's a good thing she isn't a controlled substance. I pull back and smile.

"How about that dessert?" She asks playfully, then puts the key in the door and pushes it open. I walk past, into her apartment. She's closing the door when I turn her to face me and push her against the door. ….now who's in control?

My lips are on hers in an instant. My body pushed against hers. I force my tongue into Callie's mouth and moan at the taste of her. I need more contact, more everything. I nudge my leg between hers and feel her knees buckle as I rub against her core …Fuck, I've never wanted a woman more.

"Uh…Hello." I jump away from Callie and turn to the cause of the noise. There stands an Asian looking woman, holding a frying pan in one hand and a spatula in another. …Bet she wasn't expecting a show to go with her dinner.

Callie straightens herself, clears her throat and says "Arizona, this is Christina Yang, my roommate. Christina, Arizona Robbins." Callie doesn't give me a chance to respond, let alone shake the woman's hand because she is literally pulling me across the living room and straight into her bedroom. I stand at the foot of her bed and watch her swing the door shut.

She's on me in an instant. Hands everywhere and nowhere. …she's like crack. Too much, but never enough. She starts walking me backwards toward the bed, when the back of my knees hit the bed, I fall to where I'm sitting and looking up to her eyes. They are dark, she's hungry. I use my one good hand to roam up and down her abdomen, it's tight yet soft. Just like a woman's should be. I wrap my hand around to the back of her thigh. "Scoot back" she growls. I move back to where my head is on her pillows, then she crawls on top of me. Kissing her way up, starting at my belly button, up to in-between my breasts then finally finding my lips again. Straddling my leg, she applies pressure where I am craving it most. But it's still not enough. ….I need to feel her, all of her. I snake my right hand around Callie's back and start to pull down the zipper of her dress. We are totally lost in each other that neither of us hear Callie's pager go off.

I've got Callie's zipper all the way down and am starting to peel the dress off her shoulders when there is a knock on the door. Again, neither of us hears it.

"Torres!" Christina comes through the door "WOAH….ohhhh my EYES."

Callie jumps off me, using my bum shoulder to push off "AHH SHIT!" I yell, grasping my shoulder and praying for the burning sensation to go away.

"Oh..my god. I am so sorry Arizona." Turning to Christina, "What the hell Yang? We have apartment rules for a reason!"

"If you weren't playing tonsil-tennis with Rodeo-girl over there you'd know that we got paged. Come on, we got to go. I called, there's a 15 car pileup on the freeway. Lots of broken bones and bloody carcasses that need to be cut open. It's a surgeon's buffet. Come on!"

"Shit…" she growls and turns to me. She gives me an apologetic look.

"Go, people need you. It's ok."

We get put back together quickly; Callie doesn't even change out of her dress. I accompany them down stairs; Christina keeps making her way across the street while Callie hangs back and turns to me. "I'm really sorry,….just when it was getting good."

"It's ok, people need your awesomeness. Besides, I'm gonna enjoy all the ways you're going make this up to me."

"Oh really?" she says, pulling me closer.

"Really…" then pull her in by the lapels on her jacket for a kiss. "Call me when you can" I say.

"Definitely" then leans in for another quick kiss, after which I say "Ora andate prima che lo prenda a destra qui, dea splendida" (Now go before I take you right here, you gorgeous goddess), then she turns and heads off to save lives.

What a night…

AN3: So? Longer than usual, but I doubt I'll hear any complaints. Alright, you know what to do!