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: Great responses from the last chapter. Totally not how I thought it was going to end when I started writing it, but it just came out. Didn't seem like anyone minded though. LoL. Alright, Chapter 34! Enjoy.

Chapter 34

Arizona's POV:

"Ughhhhhhhhh….I'm dying!" I can't move, literally…I am too sore to lift my head, let alone roll out of bed.

"Maybe you'll remember that the next time you refuse to listen to not one, but TWO medical professionals." Teddy says as she continues examining me.

"Oh, shut up….AH!" I jump at the pressure Teddy applies to my torso. "Hello? ….Broken ribs remember?"

"Suck it up." Teddy is checking to make sure that my ribs are still healing properly. The pain is no longer sharp, like it was when they were freshly broken, but dull throbbing. The bruising is starting to fade, no longer a dark purple, but a pretty mixture of blues and greens.

It's the morning after the final day of the tournament in Oklahoma City. All things considering, I did well, placing fourth out of a field of 30. I've slipped into third overall and am behind Alex by only a couple points. It was a long, painful tournament. And at every grimace, every flinch, every groan there was either Teddy or Mark there to give me the 'I told you so' speech. But I survived. Teddy had to tape my shoulder and ribs up like a mother for me to sit on a bull, but I survived.

There's a knock on the door "Room Service!"

Teddy answers the door, and takes what the bell boy has brought. I hear rustling for a few minutes and then Teddy comes out of the bathroom. "Alright Z. Bath time."

"Ughhh no! No ice bath…."

"I don't want to hear it! Bath. Now." She helps me up off the bed and follows me to the bath. "You know the drill. 7 minutes…and no cheating. Get that shoulder under."

…Think about something warm. A warm shower. A cup of hot chocolate. The sun. Nothing works. I am shaking after about 45 seconds. These 7 minutes never seem to pass as 7 minutes should. …Calliope. Yes, now there is warmth, there is hotness, there is fire..that night, god, that night was amazing. After our….disagreement, the night continued pretty much how any normal stay-at-home date would. There was good conversation, and wine, and dinner…that woman can make an excellent chicken piccata. But what I found most entertaining of all was Callie's attempt to play off the fact that she had just been taken, rather aggressively, in her own apartment.

We spent that night doing…many naughty things. Callie was adamant to show me that she's not one to be pushed around, and I was glad to lay back let her have her way with me. ...her tongue on me, licking me, sucking me. Drawing out every ounce of pleasure imaginable. Her fingers gliding in and out of me, pulling down on my walls on the way out then plunging back in with strength only someone working with their hands for a living can possess. I find my fingers drifting to my center as I think about the work Callie did on me that night. Even when I am freezing, that woman turns me on like none other.

That morning came to quickly, both because neither of us got much sleep but also we didn't want to say goodbye. We had decided the night before to not talk about 'us', but for now just know that there is an 'us'. And that we would have figure everything out after all this, the tour, the traveling from city to city, the rides, after all this was over I would come back and visit Seattle….visit Callie. Then, then we would talk. Our goodbye was long, resulting in both of us covered in sweat again, but neither of us cared. By 6am we had parted, me on my way to the stadium to load up and head out, her on her way to the hospital to build necks and make people walk again.

I'm pulled from my dreams by a pounding on the bathroom door. "Z, times up," comes Teddy voice from the other side.

"Thank god" And I haul myself out of the bath, and wrap myself in a robe. I climb back in my bed and pull the covers over me, trying to suck up as much warmth as I can. Teddy continues with whatever she is going. She has started to warm back up to me, but she still isn't happy about my decision. I'm still in my bed, shaking, when Mark barges in the room …I really need to teach him to knock.

"Robbins! There you are, I got great news." He's the happiest I have seen him in a long time.

"What Mark?" Barely moving from my cocoon of warmth.

"Sports Illustrated!" That sparks my interest. I sit up, taking alittle longer than it should.

"What about Sports Illustrated?"

"They want to do an interview with you. An hour long interview that will be aired on one of the ESPNs and….AND! They want you on next month's cover. AND they will be doing the center piece about one, Z Robbins." He's pacing out of excitement, running his hands through his graying hair.

"What?" …no, no that's not possible.

"Oh yeah!"

"Mark, this had better not be a joke." Excitement is starting to come over me as I get out of bed and approach him.

"I swear to GOD, Blondie. This is the real deal. You just reached superstar status." He says with a huge ass grin on his face.

"Holy….That's awesome!" Teddy joins the conversation.

"See Mark, now that is why I keep you around." I say with a playful punch. We end up have a mini-party right there in the hotel room. Usually we would have already packed up and headed out to the next stop in the tour, but it's only a day's drive so the team decided to stay one more night in Oklahoma City and enjoy the night life. I was perfectly fine with it; it would give me another day of rest before having to sit in a car for 16 plus hours. Long trips and broken ribs don't play nice with each other.

Later that day, I am getting ready to head out with the team. As always, I never pack for parties or celebrating so my attire is as it always is. Jeans that make my ass look delicious, a crisp, ironed, collared button down shirt and my boots. We've decided to play it up tonight in celebration for the upcoming Sports Illustrated interview and photo shoot. I'm finishing my look with my, now, signature ugly light blue sling when music pierces the silence of my room.

*If you'll be my soft and sweet, I'll be your strong and steady, You be my glass of wine, I'll be your shot of whiskey. You be my sunny day, I'll be your shade tree, You be my honeysuckle, I'll be your honey bee.*

My face lights up to the song. Callie's personal ringtone.

"Hello."

"Isn't this spooky?"

"Uhhh….Isn't what spooky?" …what the hell is she talking about.

"That right now you were thinking about a beautiful, tall, amazingly stunning Latina woman, then out of the blue your phone rings? And its me?"

"….Eva Mendez?" I ask, just to play with her.

"Why do you hurt me?"

I laugh into the receiver and can hear her laugh back. "Hey, I've missed you."

"I've missed you too. Feeling better?"

"Ehhh….Teddy stuck me in an ice bath this morning so that helped. The only source of real relief is three thousand miles away, building bones and popping dislocated shoulders back into place."

I can actually hear her smile "Well, I am amazing…."

"Yeah yeah, we all know. Hey I got some great news. You are talking to next month's Sports Illustrated magazine cover girl!"

"What? Oh my god…"

"And not just that, they are doing an interview and it will air on ESPN." She starts talking to fast to catch, and I'm pretty sure not all her words are in English. During her rant, there is a knock on my door and I open it. Izzie and Teddy come in and make themselves comfortable.

"Yeah, it's pretty awesome huh? Mark said that the interview will be aired right before the start of Day 1 in Vegas. And that the magazine would be put out the day before competition starts. It's as close deadline, but they want me."

"They aren't the only ones…you know what I'd do to you if I was there right now?"

I look at my guests who are oblivious to the change in tone of our conversation. Teddy is flipping through channels and Izzie is stuffing her face with a muffin. "What's that?" I ask back to Callie.

"Mmmmm….well I'd take my tongue and-"

"Robbins!" Mark comes barreling through my door. Seeing that I am on the phone, he joins Teddy in watching a recap of a baseball game on TV.

"Dad needs to learn to knock." Callie obviously heard Marks interruption.

"Yeah, no shit. Listen, we are about to hit the club for tonight. You know, as a sort of celebration."

"Say no more, besides I'm due in surgery in a couple. Have fun tonight…but not too much fun. You are supposed to be missing me after all."

"I am missing you, I missed you in the bath this morning in fact." I say playfully

"You don't play fair." I just laugh, knowing that a horny Callie doesn't make for a concentrated Callie. "Oh, while I was cleaning earlier, I found a key on the nightstand next to the side you slept on. It's not mine, so it has to be yours."

"Oh, alright ummm….just ah, just keep it on your key ring or something until I see you again, ok?" I smile.

"Yep, that I-" I hear the chirping of her pager "Damn, I got to go. I'll talk to you…."

"Tomorrow probably."Callie needs her sleep, and my team and I will no doubt be back to the rooms late. No reason to wake her.

"Ok, have fun tonight."

"You too, and kick some ass in that OR."

"Always. Bye…."

"Bye."

"Thank god, can we go now?" Izzie exclaims the second I hang up.

"What's in your bonnet?" I ask finishing up and finding my keycard to slip in my pocket.

"I haven't seen Alex in.." She looks at her watch "Six hours!"

I just look at her. "I haven't seen Callie in a week and a half, and I'm still alive…now, let's go people. There is alcohol out there with our names on it."

After round of agreement, we leave my room and hit the town.

The club that the tour has taken over here in Oklahoma City is known as "The Iron Man". It's a typical country bar, and it's in full swing. After the traditional first drink of a shot of bourbon with a beer back, the night kicks off. Some of the riders and their crew left today, but a lot have decided to stay an extra night or two and enjoy the feeling of being home. Oklahoma makes most of us feel at home. I am getting myself another beer, talking to Derrick about how many times he's saved my ass in the arena when I turn and get ran into by a thin brunette woman.

"Oh! Oh…my god. I am so, so sorry." She starts patting at my white shirt, trying to absorb any liquid she can.

I grab one of her hands in mine, the other being wrapped in the sling, "Its fine, really. It was an accident."

"I am so sorry I-I" She looks up and see who I am "Oh, my god. Yo-you're Z Robbins." I just smile and nod.

"Oh my god, I LOVE you!" …great, an obsessed fan. "That…that came out wrong, I just…I uh, I saw you compete for the first time the other day and you were…amazing." She looks at my arm in the sling "Did you get hurt? Did that happen here?"

"No, no this…this is an old war wound. Had a bad ride in Seattle." I say. She's thin, a fraction shorter than me, and beautiful. We lock eyes for a couple seconds.

"Oh!" She shakes herself "Where are my manners, I'm Joanne." She extends her hand and I shake.

"Arizona Robbins, as you already know." I catch her eye me up and down.

"Would you ahh….would you like to dance?" She asks nervously.

I look to the dance floor, the music is up beat and lively. "Sure." She takes my hand and drags me to the floor.

…just one dance won't hurt anything.

AN2: What is gonna happen. Arizona is being a bad girl! Uh oh…