Callie didn't sleep all night. I have no right to be upset, Callie thought. She is at full liberty to do whatever she wants. Oh my god, ugh.

Why did Callie feel so jealous? Hopefully, Leah Murphy and Arizona's picture wouldn't appear in the paper. Who cares if it did? Fuck my life, Callie thought. Why did I even go thinking that anything was actually special between us? Just because she's special to me, I mean, she's a star. She's a player. I'm just some doctor. Fuckkkk.

She'd have to go back to the stadium in the morning. She had bunked too many days. With too many excuses. Mark was getting sick of it and so were his patients. So Callie had to go.

And face Arizona.

x

Arizona fucking hated Leah Murphy. That bitch had just grabbed Arizona's phone away from her and started kissing her in the middle of the fucking bar. When all Arizona could think about was Calliope.

Oh shit. Calliope.

Arizona prayed to heavens and the Lord that Calliope would have no idea what had happened. She knew that Callie and her weren't together together, but they were still pretty into each other. Right?

Arizona walked into the stadium after showering and a nap.

"Hi Jackson," Arizona greeted Avery, who she had become a lot more close to since the day of the newspaper picture. "Is Callie-I mean, Dr Torres - at work today?"

"Yes she is Miss Robbins," Avery said, grinning at Arizona.

Oh lord, if only Arizona could feel as happy.

x

Callie was going through some filing of the players' info when there was a knock at her office. She said "come in" in a weak voice and in walked Arizona Robbins. Fucking Arizona Robbins with her hair in braids and in Seattle Storm shorts. Fucking Arizona Robbins who she just wanted to get up, grab and kiss. But then she remembered-

fucking Arizona Robbins who had had a weekend getaway without Callie. With stupid Leah Murphy.

"Hi," Arizona said, smiling at the Latina.

Was Callie supposed to smile and go about normally as if nothing happened? Was Arizona supposed to be telling her whatever? Were they at that point where they would tell each other all their hookups and what not? Oh lord.

I don't want commitment but I want Arizona Robbins.

What she said aloud was, "Hey Arizona, seems like you won the game just fine without me."

Arizona frowned. Something was wrong with Callie's tone. She wasn't friendly as usual. She wouldn't even look at Arizona. Maybe she was just playing Doctor Torres. "Yes Doc," Arizona said, smiling.

"Seemed to not need me to get lucky huh?" Callie said, not looking at Arizona. Woops. That came out wrong. Too bad.

"Huh?" Arizona asked. "Is something wrong Calliope?"

"Nope," Callie said, shaking her head.

"So, I was wondering," Arizona said, now a bit nervous what to do. "Do you want to go out with me tonight? I'm pretty free."

"Well I'm not," Callie said, in a stern tone. "I'm not free to be your 'date' whenever you need me and then have you kiss your teammates when I'm not, okay Arizona?"

There. She said it.

Arizona felt like the earth had crashed.

"Callie how-"

"How?" Callie asked, now her voice louder and stronger. "Cause some idiots can't stop taking pictures of you when you're at your 'conquests' and I just happened to get one over text."

"What-?"

"I'd like you to leave please," Callie said. "I know we're not together, but I'd still appreciate if I don't have your porn with some other lady on my phone."

"Callie this is not what you think-" Arizona said, almost in tears. Arizona knew she hadn't cheated on Callie, but it felt just as bad.

"I don't need you to explain yourself Miss Robbins," Callie said. "Now if you will excuse me I have work to do."