A/N: Here we go... some drama, a little fluff, a bit o' smut... and Erica Hahn kicking some ass, all in one nice, long chapter. I hope you love it as much as I loved writing it. Let me know!
The two picked up their things from their lockers and Callie drove Erica's car home. Closing the front door behind them, Erica pulled Callie into her arms. "Hey." She whispered. "Do you remember the morning after our first kiss?"
Leaning in close to Erica, Callie whispered back, "You mean the morning we said we'd take it slow and you wouldn't let me shower with you?"
"Yes. I don't know what I was thinking. I want to make up for that complete lapse in judgment right now, okay?" Erica said as she leaned forward and gave Callie one of the most seductive kisses in their relationship so far.
When she pulled away for air, Callie giggled. "After all that we went through yesterday, you're horny? Are you sure you're up for it? Isn't your head killing you? I mean, this is the one time in our relationship when you can actually say you have a headache to avoid sex."
"I'm always up for you, Callie. You turn me on from a mile away. And I will never, ever tell you that my head hurts to avoid sex with you because I will never, ever want to avoid sex with you." Erica said as she took Callie's hand and pulled her to the bathroom off the master bedroom. She peeled Callie's clothes off of her, slowly, carefully, methodically. She cupped Callie's face in her hands and kissed her gently, sweetly. Before she had even undressed herself, Erica had slipped a finger into Callie's cleft, feeling the wet heat that had gathered there. She pushed two fingers inside of her and slowly pumped them in and out of her. With her other hand she pulled Callie closer to her and kissed her, her tongue mimicking the movement of her fingers. Callie's hands were all over her, moving from her shoulders down to her breasts. She started to rub her hands up against the rigid nipples that could be felt even through Erica's clothes before moving downward and slipping her hand down the front of Erica's pants. Pushing aside Erica's underwear, Callie's fingers found Erica's clit and began to massage it, her rhythm soon matching Erica's. Together they increased their pace and it wasn't long before their orgasms washed over them simultaneously.
Realizing that Erica was still fully clothed, Callie unbuttoned her blouse and slid it down off of her shoulders. She kissed Erica's neck as she reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra. She slid the straps down off of her shoulders before she bent forward and used her teeth to pull the bra off completely. She then pulled Erica's nipple into her mouth and sucked on it gently before she circled her tongue around it. Moving to the other nipple, Callie flicked her tongue over it, her actions foretelling of what she wanted to do further down on Erica's body. Unbuttoning Erica's pants, she pushed them down together with her underwear in one swift movement. Pushing Erica back up against the bathroom door, Callie began to kneel down in front of Erica, dragging her tongue down the front of Erica's body as she descended. As Callie's lips closed around Erica's swollen bundle of nerves, Erica stopped her by giving her a gentle tug on her hair. "Callie, I need you up here, with me." She said, her voice low and smooth. Sliding back up Erica's body, Callie kissed her hard as she slipped two fingers inside of her and began to pumping in and out. Before long they had worked up to a frenzy and the bathroom door was rattling in it's frame. When Erica came, a wave of dizziness hit her and she started to collapse, but Callie was there to catch her.
"Easy, I've got you." She whispered as she lowered Erica to the floor. "Are you all right? As much as I love this, I can't see how this can be good for your recuperation."
"I'm fine. You're just that good." Erica said as she buried her head into Callie's shoulder.
"Come on, let's get cleaned up. I think we've both had enough for one day." Callie said, leading Erica back towards the shower.
"I don't." Erica growled as she followed Callie.
Turning on the water in the oversized shower, they stepped in together, the warm water doing nothing to quell the lust that had just begun to be satiated. And if Callie's moans coming from the bathroom were any indication, Erica Hahn was going to be just fine, concussion or not.
After their escapade in the shower, they moved to the bedroom to get dressed. Carefully, Erica broached the subject of Callie's father. "I think you should go get him. He's being arraigned this morning. Maybe you should be there. Show him that you're the bigger person."
"Erica, my father is a rich and powerful man. I am sure that he made one phone call and had a team of six lawyers lined up to represent him at his hearing this morning. He needs to face what he did yesterday. I'm not talking about cutting me out of his life. I know I'm going to have to deal with that eventually. But he kicked you. He acted like a four year old in a sandbox. He had no right to lay a hand on you and you spent the night in the hospital as a result. So he can do what he does best- order people around- and they'll work on getting him out of jail. I cannot concern myself with him right now."
"Callie-" Erica started.
"No, Erica. I'm hurt and angry at him for what he did to you. And that hurt and anger is keeping me from falling apart right now, so I need to hold on to it. I'm going to get dressed and go back to the hospital, where hopefully I will be allowed to see my mother one last time before my father comes and kicks me out of her life again, okay?"
"No Callie, it's not okay. It's not okay to hold on to that hurt and anger, even if it does mean you're going to fall apart. Hurt and anger are not healthy. Don't distance yourself from your family. Take it from me- it doesn't work. It doesn't make the hurt go away! It just gets worse and it affects every part of your life. Put yourself right back into the center of their lives. Make them realize that you're still the wonderful daughter that they cherished so much up until yesterday. Go to your father's hearing. Take him to the hospital to be with your mother. I'll go with you if you want."
"I SAID NO! And that's it! I am not arguing with you over this. It's no longer open for discussion."
"I'm surprised Callie. Yesterday you were terrified of losing your family and you would have done anything to keep your parents in your life. I didn't think you were the kind of person to just cast aside a member of your family, even if they hurt you." Erica said sadly.
"Yeah, well maybe I'm not the same person I was yesterday."
"You're not even the same person I just finished making love to thirty seconds ago. I don't understand how you can just walk away from your father. It's exactly what he did to you yesterday!" Erica said as she stalked out of the bedroom and back into the bathroom. She contemplated taking a Xanax but thought better of it. Instead she took two acetaminophen and downed a large glass of water. Swallowing the pills, she stood at the sink and looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She looked like a beating victim. Well, she was a beating victim. But Callie's sudden outburst about holding on to her anger had left her feeling more hurt than her facial fracture did. She didn't want Callie to end up as cold and emotionless as she'd become after she walked away from her own parents, but Erica didn't know how to tell Callie that.
Erica went back to the bedroom and try to talk to Callie, but found the room empty. She heard the front door slam and by the time she made it over to the bedroom window to look out, she heard Callie's car door slam. She watched as Callie peeled out of the driveway, her anger evident in the way she was driving.
Erica sat down on the bed before she leaned back into the pillows. Her head was pounding. She should just get some sleep and let Callie have some space to breathe, she thought. But she couldn't sleep knowing that Callie was angry with her, and she didn't want to be angry at Callie either.
Picking up the phone, Erica tried Callie's cell phone, but it went straight to voice mail. She didn't want to fight with Callie. But Callie needed to realize that if she wanted to pull her family back together, then she couldn't ignore her family members when they needed her- no matter how poorly they had treated her originally. When the tone sounded, Erica left Callie a teary message.
"Callie, look, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to pick a fight. Please don't stay angry at me. Let's talk about this... I'll come to the hospital later and we can sit together with your mom. I don't want you to be alone. I don't want to be alone either. I'll see you later and we can talk, okay? Call me if you get the chance. I love you. Bye."
Left alone in the house, Erica had no clue what to do with herself. She was exhausted but too agitated to lie down. She was supposed to be examining Walter Tapley, secretly marveling over her surgical feat while deftly quelling his desire for her to join his surgical team. Instead, she found herself pacing the length of her bedroom. No, their bedroom. It was Callie's bedroom now too, and Callie really should have been there with her. Wearing a path into the carpet, an idea came to Erica and she acted on it without giving it a second thought.
Pulling her keys off the key rack, she was suddenly glad that she didn't take the Xanax. Derek had told her not to drive but she felt well enough right now to be behind the wheel of the car against doctor's orders. Tossing on a pair of sunglasses to protect her sensitive eyes from the harsh morning glare, she entered the freeway and headed up to the North Precinct, listening to the monotone instructions on the car's GPS. When she arrived at the precinct, she was greeted by the same officer that had taken her statement the day before.
"Changed your mind about pressing charges, doctor?" The officer asked pleasantly.
"Uh, no. Actually, I'd like to post bond for Mr. Torres if he's through with the judge." Erica answered hesitantly, knowing that she must sound crazy.
"You want to post bond for the man who did that to your face." The officer said, making her question sound more like a statement as she pointed her finger at Erica's bruised cheek, her facial expression showing just how bizarre Erica's request truly was. Erica's bruise had turned a nice purple color and that side of her face was swollen to about twice its normal size. Erica really couldn't even speak properly because of it. The amount of kissing she'd done earlier probably hadn't helped to keep the swelling down.
"Yes. It's more complicated than just some guy kicking some woman. He's my girlfriend's father and she needs him right now. His wife almost died last night and I can't bear seeing his daughter so distraught over all of this. But rest assured, if he lays another and on me or his daughter, I'll see to it that he gets put away for a long, long time."
"Suit yourself." The officer said, not really caring one way or the other. Her fingers flew over the keyboard as she looked up the information on Callie's father. "Torres, Jesus... the judge set bond at one dollar with the caveat that someone come and get him. Apparently the judge wants him to make up with his family as much as you do. He wasn't permitted to post bond himself."
"What about his attorney?" Erica asked.
"The computer says he chose not to have an attorney present at the arraignment." The officer replied.
Erica fished a dollar out of her purse and put it on the counter, and the officer pointed her towards a waiting room. "Just go wait in there, someone will bring him down in a few minutes. You're really sure about this?" She asked again.
"I'm sure." Erica said, but her head was swimming with questions. Why hadn't he called one of his lawyers like Callie had said he would? Was this really a smart thing to do? Would it make Callie angrier? Would sending Callie's father back to the hospital start another argument? What the hell was she doing? Why wasn't she just home in her warm bed, nursing the nagging headache she had? There really wasn't time to think of any answers because another uniformed officer was escorting a handcuffed Jesus Torres out of a locked door.
"Someone here for this guy?" The officer asked.
Erica stood. "I am." She said. She eyed Callie's father the same way she would eye an intern that had pissed her off. She made no effort to hide her disdain for the man.
"You?" Mr. Torres asked as the officer took the cuffs from his hands. "Is this some kind of sick joke?"
"Mr. Torres if you'll come with me, we have a great many things to discuss on the way back to the hospital." Erica said evenly, her tone of voice making her message clear. She wasn't going to take any nonsense from this man. And he seemed to understand it.
Erica walked him to her car. She watched as Callie's father silently appraised her Mercedes convertible. It was brand new- she'd bought it completely on a whim one weekend when she was doing everything she could to not think about Callie. It was one of those moments when she'd been out of control, completely impulsive as she tried to control her impulse for Callie. As a general rule, Erica Hahn was not impulsive... but the fact that she'd kissed Callie in the elevator a few days before had set her mind spinning. Her attraction to Callie and her efforts to hide it had caused her private life to go wildly out of sorts. Every time she tried to control what she felt for Callie, she'd lose control in another part of her life. She knew she'd been just as out of control when she bought the car as she had been in the elevator that night. As it was, the car turned out to be something to share with Callie and it wound up involving Callie a bit more in her life. The two of them loved cruising along the shoreline with the top down, watching the stars come out as night fell and going dancing at a club on the beach. At that point, all Erica wanted to do was spend every waking moment with Callie, so she didn't care about her sixty-thousand-dollar impulse buy. She still didn't. The car was amazing and she knew it impressed Callie's father too.
"Get in." Erica said gruffly. Surprisingly, Callie's father did what he was told. Shutting her door and putting the key in the ignition, Erica looked over at Jesus Torres. He was still the snide man he was the morning before. "Buckle up." She grunted. He didn't move. He wasn't going to take orders from the sinful whore who was debauching his only daughter.
In the manner that made her famous at Seattle Grace, Erica entered her snippy surgeon mode. "Mr. Torres, let me make something quite clear. I don't really care if we get into an accident on the way to the hospital and you die a horrific death due to your refusal to buckle your seatbelt. I do however care about the interior of my brand new car and don't want your arrogant entrails to stain to my custom leather seats or the head that houses your oversized ego protruding from my windshield. So buckle up." The look she gave him told him she meant business. He bucked his seatbelt, avoiding her eyes. Erica put the car in gear and took them back to the freeway before she spoke. "In case you're interested, your wife made it thought the night. No thanks to you, though."
"How dare you-" Mr. Torres started.
Erica took her hand off of the gear shift long enough to hold it up and silence him. "You do not get to speak right now. You will listen to me and you will listen to me very carefully. You crushed your daughter yesterday morning. She is hurt, angry and broken. And it's not because of her relationship with me. It's because of you and your tirade yesterday. You acted like a spoiled child. As a result, you've damaged your relationship with your only daughter and you caused your wife to have a very severe heart attack. She was lucky she was already in a hospital when it happened because I'm certain that she would not have made it long enough for an ambulance to get her to a hospital. She is lucky to be alive right now."
"I told you not to touch her!" He screamed.
"I didn't, which is too bad considering that I happen to be the best in cardio-thoracic surgery. People fly in from around the world to have me operate on them. Lucky for both you and your wife, one of my students was there to do her surgery." Erica felt guilty calling Cristina one of her students, considering that she'd avoided teaching her for so long, but she had a point to make. "I have no interest in caring for your wife, Mr. Torres. You and your wife made it clear to me what you thought of me and my relationship with your daughter yesterday. But let me make this clear to you: I love your daughter. I will do anything and everything I possibly can to protect her and shower her with love. I will not allow you to continue to treat her in the manner you did yesterday. So when you are in that hospital- my hospital and Callie's hospital- you will make sure that you are on your best behavior. It's up to you and your wife to make amends with Callie. She has done nothing wrong other than to hurt your precious pride. And if you had half a brain, you'd realize that you have the opportunity to make amends with her today before things get any worse. Before you lose your only daughter. Do you understand?"
Erica's demeanor was dangerous. Although she had no intention of bringing any kind of harm to Callie's father, her face and her body language said otherwise. He did not reply. Taking her eyes off the road for a split second, she glared at Mr. Torres. "I asked you a question! Do you understand what I've just said to you? I cannot make you apologize for what you did to your daughter yesterday. Or what you did to me, for that matter. But you will NOT act like the petulant child you were yesterday while you are around your wife and daughter. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes." Came the reply.
"Fine." Erica said as they pulled up in the hospital parking lot. She parked her car in her reserved spot and turned off the ignition. "Visiting hours for the ICU don't start for another two hours. I suggest you find something constructive to do with your time, such as think of ways to apologize to your daughter."
"Fuck you. I'll go up there now if I want to. You have no idea who I am, do you? I could buy you. I could buy your sinful soul from the devil if I wanted to."
"Oh no, Mr. Torres. You don't get to go there. You may have bought a lifetime membership to the Asshole Club, but that membership doesn't gain you entrance to my ICU. You will sit and wait just like everyone else here. After yesterday, you've proven that you are no better than anyone else. One more outburst like that, and I'll have security escort you right off the premises before you can get near the ICU. Go to the cafeteria and get something to eat. Cool your temper, because as the head of cardio-thoracic surgery here in this hospital, I will not permit you anywhere near your wife if you keep that up. And let me make one more thing clear to you: I could buy and sell you without so much as putting a dent into my bank account. Rest assured that with me, Callie will be very well taken care of. Perhaps more so than with her bigoted father. Now get out of my car before you jinx it with your negativity." Slamming his car door, Jesus Torres stalked off towards the entrance to the hospital. Erica waited a moment to compose herself before she got out of the car and walked up towards the ICU.
Walking down the antiseptically white hallway, Erica realized why Jesus Torres hadn't called a lawyer to bail him out. He'd rather wait in jail than let any of his precious circle of snobs know that he was in trouble. It was a pride thing for him, and by coming to get him, Erica had inadvertently saved his face. She suddenly felt sick for getting into a pissing match with him. She felt like she's stooped down to his level, and she hated herself for it because that was what she had fought with Callie about earlier. Maybe she should wait for Callie's mother to wake up and pick a fight with her too, so that way the entire Torres family could be pissed at her. She laughed bitterly to herself before she forced herself to clear her head. Now was not the time. She had to find Callie and make amends with her, before her father got to her first.