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The ride home was surprisingly comfortable, despite the revelations that both women had made and the fact that a clearly uncomfortable mall security officer had to hand a bag full of sex toys back to Callie, which Callie then had to show to Erica. Erica nearly wet her pants laughing at the sheer number of toys Callie had purchased.
"Well, I figure we could use them riiiight after we take off those teddies you bought." Callie grinned conspiratorially.
"Wha? How? How did you?" Erica had instantly stopped laughing and was now stammering. It could not have been possible for Callie to know about that purchase. Was she really some kind of psychic? How did she do that?!
"Oh, I know all about your little purchase." Callie grinned her brightest grin. She loved making Erica squirm. Erica really hadn't seen her in the back of the lingerie shop and she hadn't put two and two together about Callie picking up the sex toys while she was making her own secret purchase. Callie figured she'd let Erica squirm a bit longer before she let her know how she knew about the teddies.
Walking up the front steps to Erica's house, Callie once again laced her fingers through Erica's. The electricity between them was palpable. Erica opened the front door, tossed their bags onto the landing of the stairs and then pulled Callie in behind her, slamming the door shut. She then pushed Callie up against the door and kissed her with a strength that surprised them both, while using one hand to lock the deadbolt. Once the two of them were securely in the house, Erica grabbed Callie's hand and practically dragged her up the stairs. Half way to the top, Callie tripped and knocked the two of them over. Rather than get up and continue up the stairs, Callie, who had landed on top of Erica, just started ripping off Erica's clothes right there. "We need to finish what we started today" Callie breathed into Erica's neck as she kissed her and started pulling down Erica's pants. Erica just moaned as she yanked Callie's shirt up over her head. It wasn't long before the two of them were completely naked on the stairs, writing against one another atop a stairway sea of their own clothing.
Callie had one arm hooked under Erica's back while she kissed Erica with all she was worth. To her credit, Erica was kissing Callie just as passionately. If Erica was uncomfortable lying naked on the hardwood stairs, she didn't show it. Callie had lowered one hand down to the nexus between Erica's legs. Erica had followed suit. Looking each other straight in the eyes, each woman used two fingers to enter the other. The roller coaster of emotions that the two had ridden together all day left them both quite worked up. It wasn't long before the two of them were nearing the point of no return. Erica had gone from moaning to practically screaming, and Callie's breath was ragged, coming in throaty gasps. Erica could feel Callie's inhalations start to sync with her own. Callie leaned in to kiss Erica. She wanted to ride out both of their explosions with her lips firmly on Erica's. As a molecule of space separated their lips, a pager went off. "Ignore it,' Callie muttered as she let her lips connect with Erica's. Erica could feel Callie's muscles around her fingers slowly starting to tighten and release. It wouldn't be long now. As the first waves of bliss started to make their way from the centers of their individual beings, a second pager went off. And then Erica's cell phone started to ring. Callie's phone started ringing seconds later.
"Daaaamn it!" Erica screamed as Callie rolled off of her, muttering her own epithet. If there was a God, he was definitely a man, because only a man could deny her what she so desperately needed twice in one day.
"Are you on call?" Callie asked, trying to catch her own breath before moving down the stairs to the landing to grab up her cell.
"No. And this damn well better be huge if they don't want me to kill them when I get back there." Erica growled as she picked up her own cell phone. "What?" she barked into the mouthpiece. No one was there to take offense though, as it was the hospital's automated paging system calling. Multiple level-five traumas were being brought to the emergency room and all on- and off-duty doctors were being paged back in. Erica glanced at Callie as she was hanging up her phone. The look on Callie's face said that she too had been paged back in. The two switched quickly from lovers to doctors as they gathered their clothes, threw them back on and raced back to the ER in to Erica's car.
At the hospital, both went their separate ways. There was no time for goodbyes or worrying about people seeing them coming in together. The hospital was in an uproar with the number of patients being admitted. A speeding tour bus had skidded through a construction barrier on the freeway, barreling into multiple construction workers before the bus's front corner slammed into a parked dump truck, causing the rear end of the bus to buck upward and become unstable. Instead of landing upright on all four of it's wheels, the angle of the impact caused the bus to fall onto its side. There were already 4 fatalities that had been called at the scene. They were construction workers who had been hit by the speeding bus. Search and rescue was still cutting people out of the bus and bringing them to the emergency room. Two other construction workers had been airlifted to Mercy and one bus passenger was taken to Presbyterian via the same method. The pit at Seattle Grace was a frenzy of activity. Callie had been setting bones on bus passengers when EMS brought in the bus driver and an uneasy silence settled over the group. This was going to be the most challenging of the patients brought in so far, it was quite clear.
Whether it was fate or just an indication of their skills Erica and Callie were immediately re-assigned to the bus driver, who had been crushed between the bus and the dump truck when it hit. The force from the impact had caused the steering wheel to smash into the driver's sternum and crush into his chest cavity. He was bleeding internally and externally and had coded twice on the way to the hospital. The driver started coding again as they brought him into the operating room. Erica began barking out orders while Callie waited for her to charge the paddles and shock the patient. It took four tries, but they were able to get his heart beating steadily enough to open him up. Callie went to work on removing the shards of bone and Erica began to repair the tears to the aorta and heart surface. After she had cleared out the bone shards in the chest, Callie moved towards the driver's broken femur, which was protruding through the skin. She methodically prepared the screws and pins, getting ready to open up the wound and reconnect the bones and tendons. As she prepared her scalpel to make the first new incision, the patient coded again. Callie cleared away from the patient with the rest of the surgical team as Erica placed the paddles in and charged them. 7 joules. 9 joules. 11 joules. The heart was stubborn and refused to restart. Erica tried to massage it, but the patient continued to flatline. Callie was amazed at the care and skill that Erica put into her surgeries. As different as orthopedics was to cardio, Callie wanted to become the type of surgeon that Erica was. She wanted to be strong, confident and skilled like the woman she was watching. Silently, Callie willed the heart to start back up again, never realizing that Erica was doing exactly the same thing. Milliseconds before Erica was going to call the time of death, the heart monitor blipped. It was a solitary arch in the flatline, but it was a beat none-the-less. Moments later, there was another blip. Then another. Soon the heart rate increased and blood continued to pump through the patient's veins. "That's my girl," Callie thought with an amused grin hidden behind her surgical mask. "If she can start my heart just by looking at me, she can cure anybody." Callie picked up her scalpel and made the incision she had delayed earlier.
Callie was still working on putting the patient's femur back together when Erica closed up the chest cavity and was paged to another operating room. Callie also had the humerus and clavicle to fix before she could move on to another patient, so she'd be here for a while. Erica made Cristina Yang stand by in case the bus driver's heart stopped again. As she walked away from the patient, she glanced once over her shoulder to Callie, standing on a stool with a drill in her hand. Callie glanced up at her and caught the smile that was hidden under Erica's mask. She returned it with one of her own. Callie never felt Cristina's eyes burning into her back.