Blue eyes flickered around the fancy new restaurant they has just arrived to. Whilst she really didn't want to come out at all tonight, Arizona did have to admit the new place - named Familia Torres - had a really great vibe. It had a large open bar area in the middle of the restaurant, chairs spread around for anyone who was simply having drinks, and the rest of the place consisted of smaller tables and larger booths... the latter of which she was currently being dragged to as Teddy grabbed her hand. The decor wasn't her style; lots of dark reds, greys and blacks, but it definitely worked for this place. Arizona liked it, she decided, and the name reminded her of...

"Wow, isn't this place stunning?" Addison remarked as she slid into the booth the team had just been accompanied to by their server.

"Its amazing," April Kepner agreed, her voice as chirpy as ever despite the day they'd had. "But, I read that this place has like a one month waiting list already." She turned to look at Addison who had made the reservation, "How did you even get us a table... for 12 people?"

Addison looked particularly smug, like she'd done the unthinkable. Arizona just rolled her eyes; Addison knew a lot of people and clearly she'd known the right person to get them into this restaurant. "She knows everybody," Arizona cut in before Addison could. "She obviously knows the manager or whatever."

Shaking her head, Addison laughed smugly. "It's actually the owner I know."

"Oh wow," Cristina chimed in, the sarcasm dripping from her voice. "A very famous soccer player who knows just about everyone...knows the owner of a restaurant. Should we all stand up and give her an applause?" Cristina made an attempt to stand up and feign clapping when a new voice joined the conversation.

"Addison," came a smooth voice from the side of their booth. It made Arizona freeze; she'd know that voice anywhere.

Callie Torres.

And then it clicked. Familia Torres. The restaurant was Callie's family restaurant. How had she not worked that out? Arizona knew Addison and Callie were still friends despite not playing for the same soccer team anymore. She resisted the urge to look up because she could feel those chocolate brown eyes staring at her. This happened every time she came across Callie Torres, the first time being when they were merely 18 and played against each other in an U21's tournament. There was just this weird energy between them and as a very gay lady, Arizona was positive Callie felt it, too.

"What the hell, Addie?" Bailey hissed out, her eyes burning a whole through the now not-so-confident looking red head. "You brought us to enemy territory?" A loud clear of a husky throat forced Miranda Bailey to look up at Callie, whose eyebrow was raised. "No offence, Torres. I'm sure it's a lovely place," she mumbled out quietly.

"It's fine," Callie smiled, leaving her shoulder hanging on top of the women's booth. "I'm sure you guys say a lot worse about me when I'm not actually here." They were opposing teams in the same city after all, only 4 points seperating them in the league after the Stormers loss today and City's win. There were only 4 games left of the season and this was the closest it had ever been. The two teams were due to meet on Wednesday night, many sports journalists saying whoever won that game would go on to win the league.

"Uh, we actually don't," Teddy admitted as she began to unscrew a bottle of white wine their server had just placed on the table. "It's just Hahn we hate."

An encore of agreement spread around the table and Callie noticed it was the first time Arizona Robbins looked up from her phone, the blonde was trying her best not to laugh but Callie could spot the slightest imprint of those cheek dimples starting to pop out. Why did her heart beat faster any time she was within 5ft of America's Sexiest Soccer Player. Callie almost rolled her eyes at herself; probably because she was attracted to women and Arizona Robbins was officially Americas Sexiest Soccer Player. And the voters had definitely got that one right as she eyed the opposing captain up and down.

Sexy indeed.

Quickly, she gathered herself before Arizona caught her staring. "I was pretty shocked when Addison called for you guys tonight, you know after-"

"After what?!" Arizona cut in sharply, leaning forward on to the booth. Her posture was almost challenging, just like it was on the field.

Callie couldn't help but laugh, which just seemed to piss of Arizona even more. "Easy, Robbins. I wasn't gonna say anything bad." Brown eyes met with blue. It took Arizona a few seconds to admit she saw saw no malice in Callie's eyes and she relaxed back in her chair.

"Fine," Arizona conceded. She took a sip of her wine that April had poured for her and let out a deep breath; this was exactly why she didn't want to come out tonight. She was in a bad mood, losing always put her in a bad mood and she liked to spend that bad mood alone stewing but Addison had forced her out to this restaurant and now she was face to face with a woman that drove her crazy for no apparent reason. This was not helping her mood.

"Anyway," Callie began, then leaned off the edge of the booth to stand in front of the circular table. "I was just dropping some stuff off for my dad and wanted to say Hi to Addison so I'll leave you guys be. I told them not to charge you guys so enjoy your night." She gave an awkward wave and turned on her heel to leave.

Raising her hands in an obvious gesture, Addison looked around the table and pointed to the brunette walking away. Arizona knew what Addison was meaning for and she knew no one else would speak up, they were looking at each other with unsure, awkward looks on their faces. Callie Torres might play for the team Arizona despised more than anything but she knew the midfielder was no Erica Hahn. She was friends with Addison, she'd been decent enough to get their team this table last minute, she'd never been rude or arrogant to any of them, she'd organised them to have a free dinner for God's sake.

"Wait," Arizona decided, standing up as much as the booth would let her. "You managed to get us this table and you're Addison's friend...so you should...uh...stay." Callie raised her eyebrow in that way that she always did, and it did that same thing to Arizona's insides as it always did. "Stay for a drink, as a thank you."

Callie hesitated but before she could politely decline; she didn't really feel the most welcome. Addison was already re-adjusting the booth and making everyone move up a seat to make room for their new dinner mate. She was thrust down by her read headed friend and into the seat between Addison and Lexie Grey. This was fine, she could deal with this. She'd played with Lexie as a junior and Lexie was nice, almost too nice, which was proven at that exact moment as Lexie filled up her empty wine glass. She smiled in thanks and clinked her glass with the younger brunette.

She couldn't help but think how much of a contrast this was to her own team, her own team never went out like this unless it was a mandatory dinner made by their coaches. This team, however, Callie knew they were all close friends and spent a lot of time together. She knew it from talking to Addison and from the players Instagram pages that they were all practically best friends. She wanted a team like this - a family. Her own had just about disowned her since finding out she had been dating women. It had taken her Dad over a year to finally speak to her and even when he did, it was strained at best. She tried to shake those thoughts from her head, her Dad was spending his night doing paperwork in his office which was on the upper floor so she didn't need to worry about him seeing her with a crowd of other women, some of whom were very famous and very gay.

"So, Callie," Meredith Grey began the conversation that properly started their evening. "Do you think you'll get picked for the National team? We all made lists last weekend of the twenty-five players we think will get chosen."

"You were on everyone's list," Lexie added with a genuine smile.

The phone calls for the National team would go out a few weeks after the current season had ended. Callie had been picked for the 2016 World Cup but it was no guarantee she'd be picked this year. She glanced over at Miranda Bailey and as expected, the Stormers coach had her perfectly perfected poker face fully intact. Bailey was Richard Webber's right hand woman and even though she knew a confirmed twenty names, she was not going to be telling anyone - even her own players.

"Yeah, we're lookin' at you, Bailey," Cristina chimed in as she flung a tequila down her neck at the same time as Meredith Grey. "We all know that you know whose been picked."

"If you have to worry about getting picked, you're probably not gonna get picked," Amelia hit back confidently. She played forward with Arizona and the two were known to have the best chemistry in women's soccer.

Cristina was chugging tequila's like the were shots of water. "That's fine for you. We all know you and Robbins are gonna get picked but do you know how many defenders Webber has to chose from?"

"Only twenty-five players out of seventy are gonna be picked," Callie added. She knew the statistics, knew how many positions were available and how many Webber actually needed for said position.

Silence came over the table as Callie's words set in. There were now thirteen of them at that table and they were among the best players in the country but there were new, up and coming players that had broken through in the past year; like Lexie Grey and April Kepner. Both were only around twenty years old but in the past season had become two of the most well known younger players in the country. The oldest at the table were Teddy and Addison, the two of them about to turn thirty this year and there was a real chance this could be there last chance. No one wanted to miss this World Cup, especially as it was being played on home turf as the tournament was being held in Los Angeles. This was the only chance any of them, in their lifetime, would get to play a World Cup on home soil. It was what every single one of them had dreamed of since they were little girls and it was in the palm of their hands. In six months time, the Women's World Cup would officially be underway.

Bailey managed to change the subject and the night swiftly went on. Callie, who was convinced she was staying for one drink, had now stayed for dinner and drinks. It was nearing 10pm, meaning she'd been with the group almost three hours. Three hours and she still hadn't had a chance to speak to Arizona out with the group, but now was her chance; Lexie and April had joined her sister and Cristina at the bar and Addison was in full blown conversation with Teddy. She knew she could easily join into that conversation but she wanted to speak to Arizona, especially as she'd had a few wines and was feeling slightly more confident than usual. Was that a good or bad thing?

Callie was about to find out.

Just as Arizona finished saying goodnight to Amelia and Bailey, Callie slid herself over in the booth, her slightly tipsy state caused her and Arizona's legs to sit flush against each other as Callie stopped her body next to the blonde's. "Hey."

Arizona stopped sipping her wine to respond. "Hi," she responded nervously. God, why hadn't she drank more? Callie was sitting right next to her clearly ready to start a conversation and she was barely tipsy which meant she was going to be an awkward, rambling mess. "Guessing we've not scared you off?"

"No, not at all." Callie was confident enough to look directly at Arizona whereas the blonde wasn't quite there yet. "In fact, I think they all love me." She smiled and Arizona thought she had never seen teeth so white in her entire life.

"They all love you?" Arizona questioned back and laughed into her drink. "Just because you're not Erica Hahn doesn't mean that you're not the enemy, Callie."

For a minute Callie felt disheartened, that was until she lifted her head and saw the mischievous glint in those ocean blue eyes. "You know I almost chose the stormers when I finished my junior career."

Arizona looked shocked. She was surprised Bailey had never vocalised this. "Why didn't you choose us?" It was hard to read those deep brown eyes but Arizona swore in that second, all she could see was regret.

"I'd been top of the league my entire junior career and I guess when I finished, I wanted a challenge. I didn't think I'd get that playing for the best team in the country. I wanted a challenge and so I chose City." Callie continued to sip her wine, wondering exactly how different her life could have been if she'd chosen the other Seattle team.

Not understanding, Arizona shook her head slightly. "But you've not won a major trophy since your junior career. And I'm honestly not trying to boast here but we are the best team in the country, Callie. Now you've had two years of playing for City, do you wanna keep being an underdog or do you want to lift trophies and win medals?"

Callie swallowed hard. The rest of the team had just bantered with her but Arizona seemed dead serious, like she actually wanted Callie to be a part of this team. Miranda Bailey had pulled her aside briefly before she left and told Callie the exact same thing Arizona was telling her now. She'd always pictured herself winning the Women's league and the Champion's cup but so far she'd barely came close. Arizona's now tipsy voice pulled her out from her deepening thought.

"Guess you just don't wanna leave your girlfriend."

Now this, this caught Callie's attention. The paparazzi had snapped pictures of herself and Erica looking rather cosy at a concert over a year ago and ever since, there had been rumours back and forth between the two about a blossoming romance off the pitch. This could be the test she'd been waiting for so she figured she'd be honest and she'd judge Arizona's reaction to see of she had been imagining this whole vibe between them from the start. Callie moved closer, motioning Arizona to do the same; her excuse being she didn't want anyone to overhear. Arizona moved in closer, close enough for Callie to smell the coconut shampoo radiating from those golden blonde locks.

"I dated Erica over a year ago," Callie whispered and bit her tongue at the disgust that appeared on Arizona's face. God these people really did not like her ex and judging by Arizona downing a shot that was sitting a few ft away - she really did not like her ex.

"God, I think I'm gonna vomit into my mouth." Arizona twisted her face into a look of sheer discomfort. How could a goddess like Calliope Torres date such a monster like Erica Hahn. Luckily for her, Callie finished her story.

"I'd never been out with a woman before," Callie began, Arizona now hanging on to every word like her life depended on it. "And Erica and I became friends but it became clear quite quickly that she wanted more and I was obviously always curious about being bisexual so I agreed to go on a date with her. The first few were fine but it just wasn't for me. Erica's not the kinda person I see myself being with."

Arizona was entranced, like she was listening to a book she didn't want to end. "What kind of person do you see yourself being with?" Arizona just about whispered. She was painfully aware that in the past ten seconds Callie had extended her arm over the back of the booth. It was cosy, almost too cosy.

Blushing, Callie shrugged in a way Arizona found totally adorable. She'd obviously never seen this side to Callie Torres but she was liking it, a lot. "I guess it's not so much about the person but more about the feeling, you know?" Arizona just nodded, encouraging Callie to carry on. "I just never had that heart stopping feeling with Erica and..." No, she told herself. She could not talk about this with Arizona Robbins.

"What?" Arizona pressed eagerly, not even noticing she'd placed a hand on Callie's thigh. It was playful and meant to be harmless but the hand was there now. "Tell me! I'm like super gay so obviously I'll understand." This was when she properly noticed the position of her hand. Was Callie tensing or did she just naturally have legs sculpted from the gods? She carefully removed her hand, not missing the way Callie's eyes shifted down for just a split second.

"Right but you can't tell anyone, you swear?" Callie had her best serious voice on but the way Arizona crossed her heart and then put her finger over her lips made her chew the inside of her gum to stop from laughing. "Erica was obviously the first women I'd...you know..?" The blonde nodded. Was she about to hear about Callie's sex life with Erica Hahn. Nevertheless, did Arizona even want to hear about that; she could feel the knot of hot jealousy churning in her stomach and she barely even knew Callie Torres. "It was bad," Callie blurted out, shaking her head as if to rid the memories. "There was just no chemistry. And I'd imagined myself with a woman so many times and it was just such a disappointment."

Arizona was speechless for at least a minute before she burst into laughter. She only wished she could use this against Erica Hahn but she knew she couldn't; hearing about it was good enough, though. Erica Hahn didn't have the ability to satisfy Callie Torres. "This...is...incredible," Arizona barely managed to stifle out, her head flung back in genuine laughter.

"Yes, please. Laugh at my pain," mumbled Callie sarcastically as Arizona continued to laugh hysterically. "Laugh at the fact I've never had great sex."

That stopped Arizona in her tracks as the blonde's laughter died down. "You've never had great sex?"

"Have you?" Callie bounced back.

"Well, define great?" Arizona asked. She was unaware till this point that her elbow was leaning on top of the booth, not far from where Callie's hand was. She could feel her fingertips without actually touching them. Any closer and they'd be touching.

Callie mulled over the question for a minute or so. She downed the rest of her red wine before starting, "Like, have you ever had that kinda sex with someone where all you want to do is just be in their arms after it?" When Arizona paused before shaking her head, Callie continued. "Have you ever wanted somebody so bad that it takes up almost every thought you have every single time you see them?"

Arizona swallowed deeply. Had she had that thought? Yes. Did Callie Torres take up every second of her brain time? No. But did Arizona have these weird feelings for Callie despite barely even knowing the woman? Yes. Callie gave her butterflies. Callie's voice sent shivers up her spine. She'd found plenty women attractive before but not the way she had with Callie. Realising the brunette was awaiting an answer, Arizona voice cracked as she spoke in a whisper, "I don't know. I get these feelings sometimes and I don't know where they've came from or what to do with them. I've never had proper feelings for anyone, I've never even had a serious relationship. All I do is train, and play, and work out."

Callie's teeth darted out to touch her perfect white teeth. Arizona had just described exactly how Callie felt when she was around the blonde but was Arizona talking about her? Was Callie totally crazy all these years thinking there was that spark any time they came across each other? And if she was, how would Callie find out? She couldn't just outright ask, that was madness.

"Do you play pool?" Callie asked, which made those blue eyes draw together in confusion.

"Uh, yeah?" Responded Arizona in confusion. That was a drastic topic change. "We have a table in the bar downstairs. I'm kind of undefeated." She smirked cockily at Callie but that smirk was quickly wiped from the blonde's face when Callie leaned in extremely close.

The smirk that was on Arizona's face had now swapped over to Callie's. "I'm also kind of undefeated."

"Is that a challenge, Torres?" There was a glint in Arizona's eyes and before she knew it they were downstairs in the restaurant, which was a bar that consisted of a jukebox, pool table, and dart board. Callie had explained that this was her part of the Restaurant, the part she was in charge of. And since it was nearly closing time, Callie let the bartender go home and set up the pool table.

That was fifteen minutes ago and they were at a dead tie, they each had one ball left along with the black. The rest of their team mates had left when the two of them headed downstairs and Arizona didn't miss the raised eyebrows and whispers when she said she was staying to play pool with Callie.

"Come on, Robbins," Callie slurred out, doing her best drunken attempt to smack her hand against the table, though in her drunk state it didn't turn out too great.

Arizona regained her posture shakily. "You put me off, now I have to re-chalk."

"No!" Callie whined. "You've re-chalked after every single shot. This game has taken almost twenty minutes because of you and your damned chalk."

Sauntering around the table, Arizona swiped up the little chalk cube. Before Callie had a chance to know what was happening, Arizona had dipped her middle finger into the blue chalk and smeared it across the brunette's cheek. "Aww," Arizona joked lightly. "You look like a little avatar."

Callie fought the urge to laugh. "You chalked me?"

"Yeah, well, you distracted me," Arizona moaned, then reset her position to take her shot. "Would you distract god, Callie?"

"If god took four minutes to take a pool shot then yeah, I would," Callie shot back sarcastically, her right hand coming up to rub the clue chalk from her face. "Come on, it's nearly 1am; make the shot, Robbins."

And Arizona did, despite being blind drunk, she blasted the ball into the middle pocket leaving her with only the black ball to pot. Callie shook her head, she was still sure she could and would win. "Look at the angle on that," Callie pointed out as she walked round the table to lean in front of Arizona. " There's no chance you'll make that." Arizona would have the hit the white on to the black at the most precise of angles for the ball to pot.

Clearly, Arizona thought different. "You want a bet?"

"You're that confident?" Callie questioned and when she saw Arizona not waiver in the slightest, she went for it. "Fine." The blonde was about to start talking again but Callie immediately cut her off. "If I win..." Arizona raised her eyebrows, waiting for Callie's decision. "You have to tell me who you were talking about earlier, when we were upstairs."

Arizona's stomach did a somersault, what if she actually lost and had to admit to Callie that it was Callie; they barely knew each other. Callie would think she was a total freak. But she could turn the tables...literally. She remembered watching an instagram live video of Callie being asked who her biggest soccer crush was and she refused to answer, citing it was far too embarrassing.

Fuck it.

"If I win," Arizona started, her hand reaching behind Callie to pick up the chalk. She made sure her hand grazed Callie's thigh ever so slightly and she watched intently for a reaction. And she got one, she saw Callie swallow sharply, her tanned hands grip the pool table. "That interview you did, where you wouldn't admit your soccer crush. You have to tell me."

Looking back at the table, Callie considered it. Arizona was drunk and even if she was sober, Callie doubted she could make the shot. All she needed was for Arizona to miss and it would be her game, she could finally find out if she had a shot with Arizona or if the blonde was just a serial flirt that couldn't help herself. They locked eyes, both unwavering, both oozing confidence.

"Deal," echoed around the small bar, their eyes and hands lingering for far too long as they shook on it. Reluctantly, Arizona let go of the warm hand that had been encased in her own. She wondered if Callie always had warm hands. Shaking her head, she leant into position, bringing the cue back and forth several time until...

Strike.

The white hit the black at the most perfect angle and shot directly into the top right pocket. Callie looked on speechless whilst Arizona laughed whilst licking her lips in complete arrogance. She dropped her cue on to the table and walked round to where Callie was leaning against the table, one hand covering her eyes in mere shock. She gently pulled the hand away for Callie's face and dropped it to their sides, though she still held on when she saw the look of utter fear in Callie's soft brown eyes. As much as Arizona wanted to know, she wasn't going to make Callie tell her. She wasn't going to be the one to cause someone to feel that kind of fear. No, as much as she was desperate to know, she was not going to be that person.

"I'll call us a cab," Arizona said gently, reassuringly squeezing Callie's hand. "We should both get home, it's pretty late."

Callie Torres was no wimp. It might be embarrassing but a deal was a deal. "America's sexiest soccer star," she husked out quietly before daring to look up at Arizona.

Confusion flooded the blonde. "I don't understand? Why are you saying that?" she laughed but there was a tinge of blush flooding her usual pale cheeks.

This time, Callie looked directly into those darkened blue eyes. Were they darker because of the alcohol or because of something else, Callie wondered. "It's my answer...to the bet."

Realisation crept in, Arizona's mouth falling open ever so slightly. She wasn't crazy, this whole time she'd been right. She's had a thing for Callie and Callie had a thing for her. The only question was, what in the hell were they going to do about it? Callie didn't take the silence well, however, and made a move to walk towards the door. She got about one step when she felt her hand being jerked back to her previous position against the pool table with Arizona directly in front of her. Although, this time, Arizona's hands gently places themselves on her hips. Callie couldn't breathe, she was pinned in position, Arizona Robbins pressed firmly against her.

"Callie," Arizona whispered out, unable to stop herself from leaning in even closer, their breaths now mingling together, mouths inches apart. Callie nodded, eager to hear whatever it was the blonde was going to say. "I'm not going to kiss you."

And just like that, Callie's chest constricted like a snake was coiling around it. She couldn't register anything until she felt the softest pair of hands on her cheeks. "I want to kiss you, believe me," Arizona promised then let out a deep breath. "But, I'm not going to have our first kiss while we're both drunk and possibly may not even remember the next day. I need to remember every single detail about this kiss, so I want you to have dinner with you, next week. Can we do that?"

Callie fought to keep the grin off her face, if Arizona was the player the press made her out to be, the blonde could have easily have had her in a cab by now. She wanted it to mean something, too. She wanted them to mean something. "Maybe," Callie shrugged mockingly, lazily dislodging herself and making her way towards the bottom of the stairwell.

Frozen to the spot, Arizona couldn't believe what she'd just heard come out that gorgeous mouth. "Maybe? Are you kidding me?! You literally just said I was-"

"How's Friday?" Callie cut in, that sweet smile on her face that only made Arizona smile just as big in return.

"Friday's super," Arizona confirmed.

I'm really unsure on the ending but this was the one I settled on. The calm before the storm...

Enjoy,

DL.