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: Alright, one last chapter for tonight. Enjoy!

Chapter 36

Arizona's POV:

Being in the PBR, I've traveled a lot more than if I'd still be working on my parents farm. Where I'm from, if you make it outside the state lines, you were a big time traveler. But this….Las Vegas, is a whole new world. I've never seen anything like this. It's so…..bright. And noisy.

I've completed my four preliminary rides, and did well enough to secure my place in the top three. Now I have a couple days to enjoy the city, gamble away all the money I made this season, and sit by the pool and soak in some sun. At least…I would, but the event staff have me scheduled around the clock. I'm trying the get Mark to talk them down, because I really would enjoy some time off. Ever since the interview aired, I've had to be Z Robbins…24/7. Smiling, signing autographs, taking pictures, listening to the same tired, old blonde and horse jokes. And I miss her…I miss Callie more than I thought was possible. We talk every day, often more than once, but it's not the same. Hearing her voice isn't the same as feeling her breath crash over my skin as she whispers to me in Spanish. Her telling me how she'd touch me isn't the same as feeling her flesh against my own.

"HEY!" I yell as I catch myself before falling over. I was leaning back in a chair when Alex kicked it.

"I've been talking to you for 5 minutes, what the hell Z?" Again, I was daydreaming about a very good looking surgeon who works miracles with her hands.

"You know I don't listen when you talk, Karev." I reply snidely.

"Come on, Z. I really need your advice." He's whining now…time to pay attention.

I roll my eyes and sit back on four legs "Alright, what?"

He chews his lip, looking away from me. "Oh come one Alex! You told me the time that nurse gave you syphilis… I doubt this is any worse."

"HEY!" He yells, then looks around the riders lounge for anyone who may have overheard, then lowers his voice "Hey…that was…we agreed not to talk about that again. …Ever!"

"Then spit it out already. I got places to go…more photos to pose for." I say as I roll my eyes. I am suppose to appear at a restaurant opening. Why they want a country roughneck at the opening of a 4 star restaurant, I don't know.

"What do you think if…if I asked Izzie to….marry me?"

"Uhhh…..I'm sorry. I think I just hallucinated. Wh-what did you say?" I shake my head in disbelief.

"Oh, come on! It's not that crazy."

"Uhhh…yeah, it is. How long have you two been together? A month?" This…this isn't Alex Karev. Not the Alex Karev I now.

He just sits there in silence. "I know you two are crazy about each other but…isn't it a bit soon?" I say.

"What if Torres asked you to marry her, would you?" There he's got me, because I would absolutely say yes, and never look back. He reads my silence, "See. Sometimes you just know. You know its Callie. I know its Izzie." Again…he's right. I know its Callie.

After a few seconds, both of us thinking about our girl, I say "Well…..if you need a witness, you know who to call." He just gives me a big grin.

"You think she'll say yes?"

"I think….if she is half as crazy about you as you are about her, she won't think twice about saying yes."

Alex launches himself out of his chair and pulls me into a bone breaking hug.

"MMmmmm….Karev? Karev? Alex!" He finally hears me and pulls back, sees my face scrunched up in pain.

"Oh, my bad Z. Listen, I'll talk to you later. I got some shopping to do!" He leaves to go engagement ring shopping. I just shake my head….kids.I get dressed for the night and head off for another fanfare. …Atleast I get dinner out of this.

Another day in the bright city of Las Vegas. Today is a promo day. Big…huge! There are life sized cut outs of the three of us. I am EVERYWHERE. Its kind of creepy actually. We are set up in the entrance lobby at one of the major casinos in town. Again, more cut outs of myself. They even got cutouts of Sadie and Izzie. Behind me, a back drop of the picture that was on the cover of Sports Illustrated. On the side, a picture of myself with my entire team. I insisted that Sports Illustrated add this photo to the spread they did, since if it wasn't for my team, I wouldn't be where I am today. It's very impressive if I do say so myself. Sadie and Izzie posing like a couple of Charlie's Angels, leaning against eachothers shoulder, hand on their hip. Mark is in the back with his arms cross over his chest, assuming the protective role he plays over all of us. Teddy kneeling down, her training bag on the ground next to her, serious look on her face. George is holding the reigns of Skittles, placing a soothing touch on the side of the handsome beasts face. Me in the center, chaps on with a white collared shirt, cowboy hat in one hand, riding vest in the other. This…this is my family. It makes me proud.

This promotion set is a big deal, its been promoted since the beginning of the tournament. Top three riders available for personal autographs and pictures. So its easy to say that no time limit is being enforced. I've been signing autographs for about 3 hours, my hand is cramping and the muscles in my cheeks are starting to protest the fake smile I have to keep plastered to my face. I am signing anything and everything people are throwing at me. Posters, and copies of Sports Illustrated, shirts, hats, boots. I've even signed 4 women's breasts…resulting in 2 phone numbers finding their way in the pocket of my jeans. Apparently no doesn't mean no in Vegas.

I am saying my good bye to a very chatty, very touchy middle aged man when I look back to the table I am at, seeing another issue of Sports Illustrated to be signed. I don't even look up to the face. One face is blending into another, and its all becoming very boring.

"Who should I make it out to?" I ask, and I feel the person lean in close.

"Callie, but I like it best when you call me Calliope." She purrs into my ear. My head snaps up. …it's not possible.

And there she is, raven hair falling in loose curls, mega-watt smile spread across her face, eyes bright in excitement. I'm sure I return the smile..and then some. I lick my lips from want.

Finding my voice I say "Well it is a beautiful name…" echoing the words we exchanged the night of our first kiss. I hand her back the copy of Sports Illustrated and look to Sadie and Izzie.

"Hey, I'm taking a 10." They nod, both giving a knowing smile, and I turn and grab Callie's hand. I start pulling us to a break room, one that has been designated for the riders during this promo set. On the way, I intertwine our fingers, wanting as much contact with her as possible. I open the door and pull her in after me. As soon as the bolt on the lock clicks closed, Callie is on me. Her hands cupping my face, body flush with mine. She pushes me back against a wall and nudges a leg between my own. She sweeps her tongue against my lips and I happily let her in. My hands move from her dark tresses to her hips, pulling her into me harder. Finally, we part gasping for air. I take this opportunity to look in her eyes. I cup her face and stroke her cheeks.

"I've missed you." Looking deep into her eyes, wanting her to really believe it.

"I've missed you too." She places a light kiss on my lips.

"How did you find me?" I ask.

"Arizona…your face is all over Vegas. You couldn't hide if you tried."

Another passionate kiss, more caressing. ….Need more air.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had work…with the merger coming you couldn't chance not being there." I ask.

"The Chief would never fire me…I'm amazing." She says with a smug grin.

"That you are…" And I pull her back down for another kiss. We are interrupted by a knock on the door.

Izzie calls from the other side of the door "Z, you should probably get out here, or your fans are going to start rioting." I just laugh.

"You should get back, it's all about the fans." Callie says with another light kiss.

"Mmmmm….I don't want to. I want to stay here with you." I say with a pout.

She laughs and shakes her head "Go, we have tonight. …All night." I gulp and try to clear my head of the many images that just popped into my brain. Callie is the first to pull herself together. She straightens her shirt, unlocks the door, and pulls it open. Extending her hand for me to take she says "Come on, cowgirl."

I smile and take her hand as she leads us back to the signing table.

…I'd follow her anywhere.

AN2: You guys know what I want…give me some!