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.

AN: So its grocery day. Will it go smoothly or will the towns folk make it difficult for the two lost women. Let's see. Enjoy!

Chapter 14

"So… you going to spill or what?" Addison asks her best friend. Callie and Arizona are back in town to stock up on supplies just as they have done every Saturday before. Yesterday they had their first date… kind of a date. Callie thought of it as a date, Arizona thought of it as a date, but they didn't really refer to it as a date around each other. They just called it another dinner they shared together… before they made love again.

"Spill what?" Callie gives the red head a questioning look before her eyes go back to scanning the nearly empty store again for the blonde.

"Umm… hello!" Addison exclaims, making Callie's head snap back to the redhead. "You can't keep your eyes off of her for a second. You can't tell me there is nothing going on."

"There's not." Callie replies, her eyes dropping to the counter, away from the all knowing eyes of her best friend and keeping them from searching for the blue eyes that suck her in. "We're just friends… that's all."

"Cal… I think it's great." Addison places a gentle hand on the Latina's arm, not buying the woman's story. Just then, Arizona pushes the cart up to the checkout counter and see's the red heads hand on her lovers arm.

"Ladies… did I interrupt something?" She asks, her blue eyes on Addison, who pulls her hand away a little faster than necessary.

"Not at all. I was just trying to get the juicy stuff out of Callie here. …But her lips are sealed." She says as she starts ringing up the women's items. "So… Arizona. What's going on between you two?" Addison turns her questioning glare to the blonde.

"Going on?" Arizona plays dumb, taking her cue from Callie. If the Latina isn't comfortable divulging their relationship, Arizona doesn't want to betray that. So…if Callie didn't tell her best friend anything, Arizona sure as hell isn't.

"Oh come on! …Look, I may not have the best radar or...gaydar or whatever but I've seen the way you two dance around each other." Addison's temper is rising because she doesn't understand why the woman won't just come clean. Arizona can see the way Callie is fidgeting and wanting to get out of the conversation so she steps in and tries to get the red head to back down.

"Addison… there is nothing going on alright? We are just friendly co-workers and then once the crops come in, I'm out of this one-horse town." Arizona throws down a couple of bills and grabs the bags full of their groceries. "Come on Cal." She says and then storms out of the store. Callie follows, her mood now turned sour from both the interrogation from her best friend, and Arizona saying for the second time in as many days that she is here only until harvest time. The blonde throws the groceries in the back of the truck and climbs into the passenger's side. Callie slips into the driver's side and just sits there, and upset look on her face. Arizona reaches over and puts a hand on hers, their intertwined hands out of view from any prying eyes.

"Don't worry. I can play it cool as long as you want me to." Arizona says, thinking Callie's look is just fear of almost being outed. Callie gives the hand a small squeeze and then let's go. The two continue with their regular Saturday afternoon errands, as well as going to the one clothing store and replacing some of the items that have been ruined from dirt or grease or passionate hands ripping material away from bodies…too eager to take time to pull shirts over heads or panties down legs. The whole while, Callie remains distant from the blonde and Arizona notices but brushes it off as after effects of the red heads line of questioning.

Callie rolls the beat up truck into the parking lot of Marks and turns off the beast. She sits back and takes a deep breath. Arizona's blue eyes lock on to brown ones and the blonde can't help but feel sadness from her look.

"Are you ok?" She asks the Latina.

"Yeah, fine. …Just have a slight headache that's all. Nothing a beer and burger won't fix." Callie plasters a smile on her face and steps out of the truck. Arizona doesn't by the excuse but also knows that the harder you push the Latina, the more she folds in on herself. So, the blonde lets it go and decides that maybe all they need is a night out. Walking into the homey bar, a round of greetings are shouted out to the women, both being beautiful and …thought… single ladies and all the men in town know them. They take a seat at their usual four top, sitting directly across from each other. Not ten minutes later, a red head enters to a chorus of another round of cat calls.

"So… have we cooled down a bit?" Addison asks, more rhetorically than anything. She gets a scowl from Callie and an eye roll from the blonde. "Guess not." The red head says, taking a seat between the two women.

"Ladies! …Ladies. Ladies. Ladies." Mark interrupts as he comes from the back of his bar. His smile is wide as he looks between his three dinner companions. Everyone in town is envious that he gets to spent this kind of time with three of the most gorgeous women ever to live in this dusty town. Little do they know… and Mark as well… that he doesn't stand a chance in hell with any of them. He is more of entertainment to them than anything else.

"So… what's it going to be? …Four of the usual?" He asks, looking between the blonde, the red head and the raven haired woman. They all nod, a bit of tension in the air.

"Bailey!" The tall man hollers' over the din of the crowded bar.

"What?" The short woman barks.

"Four of the usual." Mark yells over his shoulder.

"Boy, I am not your servant." Miranda growls as she moves up and down the bar, filling drink orders to the town thirsty patrons.

"Bailey!" Mark yells at her again, which gets him the Bailey glare. "…Never mind." He says, his insides twisting under the hard stare of the frightening woman. He leaves to go put the order in himself, then returns with a round of beers. Soon, the tension drifts away as the alcohol soothes everyone's nerves. Mark entertains the women as he recounts his conquests around the hospital his mother was staying in. How many of the nurses he tapped in on-call rooms, and pharmaceutical reps her screwed in supply closets. The women sit back and berate him on being a sleaze ball and that being the reason he will never find a single woman who will be willing to put up with him. It's all part of their love-hate relationship that seems to work for the group. During the entire dinner, Arizona and Callie steal glances at each other, their eyes locking and then just as quickly dropping. Soon, Mark has had one too many beers and is feeling loose.

"Come on Cal… let's dance." He says, grabbing the hand of his friend and pulling the woman to the dance floor. Callie and Mark often dance, it's just one of the things they do. Arizona eyes her lover being pulled by the man and suppresses the urge to speak up.

"That doesn't bother you?" Addison asks as she drains her second beer and gestures for a refill.

"Why should it? …We are just friends. And they are just friends." Arizona says coolly, her fingertips playing along the rim of her own beer glass. "Besides… I am gone in about three weeks anyways."

"Gone?" Addison questions, she never thought that the blonde was serious about leaving after harvest time. "Seriously… you're leaving?"

"Yep." The blonde answers, her eyes flashing at the couple on the dance floor again.

"Why?" The red head asks, taking a drag on her third beer.

"Because I don't live here. I walked in to this town and I'm walking out. …I need to finish my trip before it gets too cold." Arizona replies, thinking about the walk she started out of Boston so many months ago. And remembering why she is taking this pilgrimage across America… to find the reasons why her brother loved and believed in this country to much to give his life protecting it.

"Where are you heading?" Addison asks, her eyes landing on the Latina who is slow dancing with her friend on the dance floor. The red head knows that losing the blonde will break her best friends heart. After all the progress she has made after her husband's death and her miscarriage, she will go spiraling back down into the abyss.

"West Coast… I don't know. I just know that this place isn't where I stop." The blonde says as she stands and takes the seat where her back is facing the dance floor. It's the only way she won't be tempted to look at the Latina swaying with the man's arms wrapped around her. Mark feels Callie tense in his arms as she sees Arizona turn her back to her.

"What's wrong Cal?" He asks, his hands roaming up and down the woman's sides. More than once, Callie has had to physically move his hands from her ass back up to her waist.

"Nothing." Callie lies, plastering a fake smile on her face for her best guy friend. Mark looks over his shoulder and in the direction of where the Latina's eyes keep roaming to. All he sees is the back of the blondes head and Addison deep in conversation.

"She's hot." Mark says out of the blue.

Callie, very confused with the subject change, asks "What?"

"Blondie… she's hot." The man says, peeking back over his shoulder. The image of a sweaty Arizona in nothing but her jeans, sports bra, and tool belt slung around her waist has been one of his most used pictures during his 'personal' time.

"Derrick told me she shot him down." The bar owner continues. "Think I have a shot? I'd like to get at that before she skips town." He asks as he moves his eyebrows suggestively.

"Were you dropped on your head as an infant?" Callie asks, a bit angry that her friend is thinking about getting into Arizona's pants.

"Oh come on Cal. Tell me, if you were a man, you wouldn't want to hit that?" Mark spins them so that Callie's back is right up against his front and they are pointed in the direction of their table. Mark leans down and whispers into Callie's ear "How about you let me come home with you tonight? I could relieve all this tension in your body…" Mark rakes his hands up and down his friend body, recalling the night he almost got his wish. "…And if not you, well… I'm sure Blondie could use some priming." The man pulls the Latina's hips back, pressing her toned ass into his center.

Callie pushes herself off the man, turns and slaps him across the face. "You're a fucking pig." And then storms off the crowded dance floor. She barrels her way through the mass of people and walks up to the table. Arizona and Addison are both just staring at their beer glasses when she gets there. Blue eyes lock on to brown and they have a silent conversation all of their own.

"What's wrong?" Arizona asks, seeing the hurt and anger in those usually soft brown eyes.

"I need to go." Callie says as she pulls out some bills and throws them on the table. Addison just watches the scene, not wanting to interfere because this might reveal something that the two women having been hiding up until now.

"Why? …What happened?" The blonde asks as she looks between the Latina and the man shocked still on the dance floor, still rubbing the throbbing pain out of his cheek.

"I just…" Callie is about to open up but sees the sharp stare coming from the red head, almost like she is daring the Latina to say what is really on her mind. "I just need to get out of here." Arizona doesn't buy it, her forehead scrunching up as she tries to read the expression on Callie's face, along with the bar owners who is currently moving through the crowd and towards their table.

"Cal-" Mark tries but Callie cuts him off.

"Are you coming or will you be walking again tonight?" Callie spits at the blonde. Arizona snaps back from the woman almost like she had been slapped.

"Yeah…" She looks between Callie and Mark, the man's eyes trying to find that of his friends but Callie keeps her gaze away. "I'm uhhh… I'm coming." Arizona finishes off the last part of her beer and stands then walks through the crowded bar and out onto the street behind the Latina. Once they are outside, Callie takes a deep breath, trying to process all of the raging emotions within her right now. Arizona just looks on, lost and worried.

"Calliope-" Arizona tries, putting a soft hand on the woman's shoulder but it gets brushed off.

"Not here." Callie snaps at her and turns to her waiting truck. Arizona is very confused by now, but follows the woman to her car and gets into the passenger's seat. The fifteen minute drive out of town is quiet, the strong hands of the Latina gripping and ungripping at the steering wheel. A mixture of hurt and anger and fear raging through her as thoughts of Arizona leaving, Mark wanting to have sex with her woman, and Addison finding out about their relationship flash across the front of her mind.

"Cal!" Arizona yells as she grabs the steering wheel and rights the vehicle that was drifting off into oncoming traffic. Callie's mind is immediately back on the road. "What the hell?" Arizona exclaims. "What's wrong?" Blue eyes try to find brown ones but they are glued on the road.

"Nothing." Callie says flatly through clenched teeth. Arizona lets it go, not wanting to sacrifice the woman's concentration on the road in front of them for the sake of having this conversation. The rest of the trip is in silent and as they pull up in front of the house, both women unload the truck just as they do every other Saturday night. Once everything is put away, Arizona leans back against the counter in the kitchen and stares at Callie, who is sitting at the table, her head in her hands.

"What happened?" Arizona tries again. Callie just shakes her head and rubs her face, trying to get this conversation dismissed. The blonde walks over to the woman and crouches down in front of her, trying to find those dark brown eyes.

"Calliope… what can I do?" Arizona asks, wanting to do anything to help this woman who is obviously hurting, though she doesn't know why. Callie's eyes snap up to the bright blue ones infront of her and the next second their lips are smashed together. Callie stands and pulls the blonde up with her. Using the strength she developed from years of farming, she is able to nearly pull the woman down the hallway and to her bedroom door. Arizona doesn't necessarily mind where this is going, and is even turned on by the force Callie seems to be using as they have never really 'role played' like this before, but something just doesn't seem right.

As they reach the threshold of the bedroom, Arizona manages to pry her lips off the Latina's and find her eyes. They are darker than usual. "Callie, talk to me." The blonde pleads. The land owner just takes the blondes lips in hers again and pushes them into the room and onto the waiting bed. Her hands start to move to the blonde's shirt and Arizona reacts on instincts, lifting her arms to aid in the removal of the material. Both women's breathing and heart rates increase the more clothes they lose. Arizona is looking up into the dark eyes of her lover as Callie's fingers hook around the waistband of the blondes panties.

"Calliope…" Arizona tries one last time, her hands cupping the Latinas face and tracing the curve of her cheek. Callie pauses, looking into the blue eyes she has grown to love. She kisses the woman below her softly, very differently from the passionate frenzied kisses that led up to this point.

"I need this." Callie says, her eyes pleading. Arizona nods and the next second she is removed of her last article of clothing. The two women spend the dwindling hours of that night bringing each other to several peaks of pleasure. No words are spoken other than the occasional encouragement or pleading for more. Callie ties to replace all the hurt and pain in her world with every last ounce of pleasure she can squeeze from the little time she has left with the blonde. Arizona, completely lost as to what all happened tonight in town, tries to get Callie everything she can, hoping that it will be enough.

AN2: Again… no talking. Just more angst. …Will they ever talk?