A/N: Haha! I really liked it that you guys loved the dream Arizona had. I really wanted to do an elaborate scene to show that the attraction is mutual, that Arizona too wanted Miss Miami. Most of you all guessed why Arizona didn't stay back, so good job you guys! Or was it actually pretty easy to guess? Either way, great job!

Now, let's talk about the stories I've been dying for an update! Have you guys read 'Wherever you are' by yurionfire? It's been so long since I have seen an update on that one! I love it and can't wait for more. Fair warning though, the latest or well the second last chapter was kind of a cliffhanger which has been killing me! Update!

Chapter 3

Be a surgeon! Be a surgeon! Be a god damn Cardio-surgeon! It's the most coveted job Mija, you'll have everything you could want and then some. How long can you survive if you do this dancing thing? It's more of a hobby than a career choice.

It wasn't that Callie was born a rebel. It was that situations forced her to be was born creative though.

The brunette knew that she wanted to be an artist since a very young age. She had taken to makeup at the age of seven, trying on different shades of colors from her mother's collection. She had a set of billion lipsticks, if little Calliope took one or two, her mother wasn't going to miss it. Lucia's makeup was very neutral. She had set up her collection for matured tones and everyday looks. In fact, Callie felt that her mommy needed to be a bit bolder in her looks, but admitting that to her mother would be admitting that she had been stealing her stuff too.

Callie grew up in a catholic household, so young girls putting on makeup was a huge no no. Little did Callie know that putting on makeup wasn't going to be a deal breaker, but dropping out of med school was.

When she decided that enough was enough, she was done with med school, the brunette thought long and hard about what she could do to make her doctor's career a bit more bearable so she could continue for another day. Her job made her feel tied down, there was no creativity in Cardio, maybe if she was in another specialty like Ortho, maybe then she wouldn't think about quitting. But hearts were not her thing. Having her broken, she knew all about that. But that's a different story.

The brunette loved to dance as a child. She remembered her dad would play records and she would jump around the house trying to keep up with the beat.

Before Callie went ahead and quit med school, she went and signed up for a bunch of dancing and singing class. She knew she had a good voice and was a decent dancer, but if she wanted to make a career out of it, she needed at least some professional training.

What came as a shock to her was that the teachers loved her. The brunette's voice needed a little more training especially with trying to sing and dance at the same time, but all in all the feedback and notes she got was mostly great and then she went ahead and quit med school.

Callie felt liberated for about five minutes before she got a very angry call from her father.

The Torreses had made huge donations to the school she was studying in, so of course the moment Callie officially quit, they called up Carlos Torres to ensure that his funding was still secured.

The father-daughter duo got into a huge fight that day. Papa Torres had so many hopes and aspirations for his baby girl, he thought that she would grow up to be the best cardiovascular surgeon , since singing and dancing were not viable career options for his Princessa. She would not get the respect she deserved, the world will not know her name and he would not have her daughter be just an ordinary human being.

Callie still remembered their arguments as if it was yesterday. She had met up with her father in a restaurant hoping to tell her about what she had decided to do with her life, face to face.

"Mija, you need to go back to school. I already talked to them about it. They'll take you back and enroll you in the same class, you won't miss-"

Callie sighed "That's not the point daddy!"

"The what's the point?"

"I don't like being a doctor, it suffocates me!"

"But Mija think about the money you'll be making after, it's hard now but it will get easier later."

"It's not that med school was hard. That;s not the reason I quit. Med school was not fun and-"

"What do you mean by med school was not fun?" Carlos Torres was not paying hundreds of dollars so that his daughter could have fun in college.

Callie knows there was no winning an argument from a Cuban man. She understood where he was coming from. He wanted her to be financially secure since he was an immigrant who came from Cuba with not more than five dollars to his name and managed to turn it into a fucking empire.

"I mean-"

"Calliope, med school is for studying, not having fun. What exactly have you been doing so far?" he questioned.

"Daddy, you know I'm not like that"

"How would I know? I did not raise you to be a quitter!"

Carlos could not believe his ears. His daughter was an ambitious woman and definitely not the person who was sitting in front of him. "I'm not happy daddy, I haven't been for the past year and I have thought so long and hard about it that I know the reason that I'm not happy is because I don't want to be a ."

Carlos tried to understand where his daughter was coming from but she wasn't making much sense to him. "You have been getting excellent grades so far Calliope, I know they dropped a bit last semester, but you'll catch up."

"Daddy, they only dropped because I took up singing and dancing classes. In fact, I loved the last semester because I was finally doing something I was passionate about."

What was he hearing? His daughter had signed up for these classes over studying for her finals? "What else have you lied to me about?" he asked angrily.

"I haven't lied about anything. I-"

"Don't lie to me Calliope! I won't think twice about checking your credit card receipts."

Her dad didn't trust her? Here she was pouring her heart out about how she finally found her calling in life and he was threatening her? This wasn't the man she recognized.

"I know you don't trust me because I didn't tell you about all of this, but I needed to be sure before I told you about quitting school," the brunette admitted sadly.

"The hell I don't! I thought I taught you better," Carlos didn't know what had gotten into his daughter "It's like I don't even recognize you Calliope."

The brunette couldn't help it when her eyes started fogging up. She tried to hold back on her tears. She was a strong girl, but she often became putty in front of her father.

The real reason she didn't tell him about taking up classes was because she knew he wouldn't support it. But she thought that if she made a case for herself, sat him down and told him what her plan was, maybe then he'd give her his blessing.

God, she didn't even tell him about being bisexual but that was not a discussion for now.

"I'm still me daddy," Callie tried to keep her voice normal, but her tears were just too god damn stubborn.

"But you aren't! My daughter wouldn't quit med school for something as demeaning as singing and dancing."

Did he just call her talents demeaning?

"Daddy, I really want you to be proud of me."

"Proud of this? You were supposed to be a god damn doctor Calliope! How am I supposed to be proud of this?" he asked as he flailed his arms around "You know this means that you can say goodbye to your T-Bird and your trust fund? Maybe now you'll think long and hard about going back to med school!"

What the actual fucking fuck!

It wasn't about money for her. It was never about the money for her, wasn't that clear already? Sure, she loved her car, it was a birthday gift from her father. The day she turned eighteen her father had taken her to the garage and gave her the keys to her new car. That was the man she knew and loved, that was her father and not the man sitting in front of her.

"Okay."

"What do you mean by okay? How are you going to survive without any money?" he asked.

"I'll manage."

Carlos looked at his daughter and said, "You don't realize how tough it is to survive without nothing."

"I'll manage," the brunette whispered as she wiped the lone tear that managed to escape her eye.

"How by dancing in some down right nasty gentleman's club?"

Was her father implying that she was going to have to get naked to earn money to put herself through dance classes, to make money so that she could have a roof over her head or a decent hot meal in front of her?

Callie got up from her seat, "Maybe I will," she said before she left her dad sitting there alone.

And that is exactly what she did.

The brunette fell in love with performing arts. She loved a good stage but moreover, she loved interacting with the crowd. She had never felt the way she did when she was on the stage. Callie experimented with a few theatre productions when she was living with Mark and Addie in New York. She tried her hand at different Broadway and Off Broadway productions, she liked it but she didn't love it. The brunette felt like she was missing something but it was better than practicing medicine.

Mark and Addie were her number one fans and managed to come to most of her shows between their flourishing medical careers. They were the ones who cheered the loudest in the crowd. It was a bit embarrassing at first but as she started doing more shows, she loved to see her people in the crowd. Mark and Addie had been her rock through all of her struggles as a performer and she'll be eternally grateful for them.

For Callie, Burlesque came to her at a time when she thought that she would never be happy, that she was just that person who would never find what she was looking for in life. She still remembered when she went to one of their shows. The brunette couldn't believe her eyes. The dancers were not only mesmerizing but they had a way to keep you focused on them. The production was somewhere halfway between a strip club and a burlesque show. Some of the girls only stripped while some performed, it was a choice they had. Most of all, if the girls wanted to do both, they could.

Callie loved their boldness, it looked like they were truly free and had no care in the world. Needless to say, the minute the show was over Callie went to the back and asked to audition which got her a role in their team.

A quick shower was the only thing Callie could manage to squeeze in when Addie had texted her that she had reached. She told the red haired surgeon to take a seat at the bar and that she'd join her shortly.

A couple of years ago, Addie had moved to Los Angeles to join a private practice. It had been a bittersweet goodbye between the two since she was so used to seeing her at most of her performances. The two had managed to keep in touch but it was nothing compared to what it was like living together and being in the same city.

Callie immerged from backstage as she spotted Addison sitting by the bar. Years had gone by yet no one could pry the red-haired surgeon from her wine.

"I'm so sorry, I took so long to get changed" the performer apologized. "I just had too much body glitter on myself that had to take a shower."

"Body glitter? Must have been one hell of a show!"

The brunette chuckled. "The producer was experimenting a performance he liked to call the stars coming down on the ground and wanted to play with shiny confetti and glitter and all that jazz."

"Well, I hope you had fun?" Addison asked as she took a sip of her drink.

Callie smiled. "Imagine more like whoever motorboated me looked like the tin man on acid," the surgeon chuckled.

"Tin man on acid! Where do you come up with such stuff?"

"The industry brings it out of yeah honey!"

Callie ordered a whisky for herself. She loved her wine too, but she had been craving whisky for the past couple of days especially since it was the drink the blonde was sipping on when she came to her show last week. However, now Callie was armed with the information that her name was Dr. Arizona Robbins, she was working with her best friend, she did not like her show and that she called her sleazy to her face.

Well technically, not to her face because Arizona didn't know that she was Miss Miami, but now it made sense to her why the blonde hadn't stayed back after her show.

The performer didn't like how much it affected her. Everybody looked at her with disgust whenever she told them what she did for a living, they judged her even when she told them that she wasn't just some stripper, she was a performer, she was an artist and she was bloody good at what she did.

What amused her more was that the people who looked at her like she was a filthy person, like was a dirty whore, it was always their husbands who ended up doing something to her show and demanding lap dances from her... Multiple.

At least today they would have a tough time getting the glitter out of themselves.

"Callie, you okay?" Addison asked as she broke out of her reverie.

Callie nodded "Yeah, I rolled my ankle a bit during rehearsals, so it's hurting a bit," that was kind of the truth, her ankle was bothering her but it wasn't the whole truth.

"You want me to take a look?"

"No, I was fascinated by Ortho remember, it doesn't even feel like a sprain, a little bit of icing and elevation should fix it right up."

"Oh yeah carpentry, you used to like that."

Callie lightly smacked Addison on her shoulder "You guys still call Ortho surgeons carpenters?"

"Yup!" but Addison had already sensed that she was trying to distract her. "Miss Calliope Torres! You might be Miss Miami in here, but I know you well, there's something else on your mind."

Callie just shrugged her shoulders, she knew that Addison picked up on her cues, there was no point in hiding her feelings from her, she was her best friend. But it was something that came naturally to the brunette. She was not Miss Miami. She did not like to share her feelings with everyone and often struggled to tell her truth to Addison as well.

"You know the doctor I'm working with? She was totally checking you out today."

Callie raised one of her eyebrows "Wouldn't be the first time."

"I know what you are going to say, once they find out you are a stripper everyone runs the other way, but I didn't get that feeling from her."

She didn't get that feeling from her? Had Addison zoned out when the blonde had insulted her earlier. "You remember she said, she took her friend to a strip club and how she thought that the girls there were unpleasant?" the surgeon nodded. "This was the club she was talking about," Addison was shocked. "And worst of all, she bought a lap dance for that other doctor and it was me who she was calling sleazy"

The red head but her hand on top of Callie's "I can't believe it, she didn't recognize you?"

"Clearly not! I mean have you seen me perform! I slather my face with makeup, it's the persona I have chosen for Miss Miami."

"That sucks, because she was really nice to me."

Callie sighed, "That comes with being a surgeon."

"What do you mean?"

"You have seen some of the people who come for the show, you know, the people how there are some customers who only come for the strip show part of the performance."

"Callie, are you saying that you aren't happy here?"

The brunette didn't know why she was feeling emotional, but she could feel tears making their way to her eyes.

"I'm more than happy here, it's just I thought that at this point, I'd be married or at least engaged to someone, when in fact, I can't keep a man or a woman around because of what I do" Addison encouraged her to continue "and I don't want to give up something I love for well... Love."

"Oh sweetie," Addison leaned in for a hug as she rubbed her friend's back. "It will get better I promise, but you can't avoid the dating game all together."

Callie pulled away. "Worse comes worse, I'll say yes to Mark and raise half Latinx children with him."

Both of them chuckled. The idea of Callie raising a herd of babies with Mark was funny. The burlesque performer in a soccer mom's outfit as she strolled around her ten children with her baby daddy.

"Cal honey, I think it's time to put away the whisky if you are considering mothering Sloan children."

Callie however raised her glass and downed it entirely, ignoring the whiskey burn. "Oh no no! They would be called the Sloan Torres children" Callie started. "Let the matriarchy begin!"

"Amen sister, I'll drink to that!" Addison said as she sipped her wine. "I know your opinion of Dr. Robbins isn't great but she's actually a brilliant surgeon and you might want to give her a chance."

"We'll see," but Callie was sure in hell not going to give her a chance.

Back at the hospital, Arizona's day hadn't ended yet and the worst part of it all? She looked up online to score a bunch of tickets to the burlesque show and found out that they were all booked up for two weeks, two freaking weeks! She knew that it was a new show which is why people had taken to it, but damn she was happy that Miss Miami's show was doing well.

The blonde was supposed to be back at her apartment right now, but the chief had told her that they were doing more pro-bono cases this month and handed her a case to work with the one and only Dr. Sloan.

She had seen his work so she wasn't bothered about much, rather she was looking forward to it. During lunch he hand kind of let out that the brunette was his best friend. After knowing that piece of valuable information, she was ready to extract more out of the plastic surgeon. The only question now was how easily would he give out everything she wanted?

Arizona had just finished scrubbing in as she entered the OR and saw Dr. Sloan along with the entire surgical staff.

The surgery was a simple one, but it was on a six-month-old baby. Since the baby was being operated on so early in her life, she knew that the scar from the kid's cleft lip would heal quite nicely on the contour of her lip. But operating on young babies was always a risky part of any surgery.

She knew Dr. Sloan and his work, so she was not even a bit worried about anything. He knew his OR and liked to have fun at the same time, she was here to make sure he wasn't having too much fun.

"So, Dr. Sloan, will your friend be joining you for lunch tomorrow as well?" she asked.

Mark looked up at her briefly before he went back to the patient "I'm not sure, it depends on Addison's schedule."

That gave her nothing.

"She seems nice," Arizona tried.

"Oh no no no no, don't even start with her. She's off the market."

She's off the market? Was she engaged? Or worse married? But she didn't remember seeing a ring. The blonde remembered that she seemed pretty close with Dr. Montgomery, but if they were married wouldn't they be living together in the same city?

"I wasn't asking because I wanted to ask her out," Arizona knew it was a lie but she hoped that because she had a mask on, it hid the fact that she truly was interested in the brunette.

"Even if you were looking for sleeping with her, she's sworn to celibacy because of all the shitty relationships she had been in."

Celibacy, now that was better than being engaged or married. She could work with celibacy. Arizona knew how to take a woman out on a date and show her a great time. Of course, now the interaction that they had shared earlier made much more sense to her.

The brunette was resistant to even talk to her because of all of her past relationships. What had exactly happened that she had gotten to the point that she had sworn off relationships.

Arizona had heard that the brunette needed to go practice which made her think that she was an artist. She found it to be very weird that two surgeons who were the very best in their field were friends with an artist. She didn't mean it in a bad way. But surgeons were notorious for not wanting to hang out with anyone who wasn't a surgeon. She too was guilty of this behavior. But in her defense, she spent most of her time in the hospital, this was not only her dating pool but her friend pool as well and the rest of the time she liked to manage to squeeze in a couple of hours of sleep.

But apparently, she was now going to try to break from her habits and try to befriend an artist, that is if she let her. Arizona however, was ready to break down her walls.

Now only if she could get her name and address and phone number without sounding like a creepy stalker. The blonde wasn't exactly sure about what she did but those hips did give her hints. Arizona knew that she was at least a dancer. If that wasn't what she had to leave and go practice for, she was sure that the brunette knew how to move. You didn't just get those hips and not know how to use them.

It would be unfair to those hips, to the blonde and well the entire mankind.

Arizona wanted nothing more than to drag her into one of the on-call rooms here and have her way with her, but right now she needed to focus on the patient in front of her.

"Let me know if she comes tomorrow, I'd love to stop by."

Mark turned to look at the pediatric surgeon "You are asking a lot of questions about her." Busted! Mark was catching up to her true intentions. She needed to reel it back, hard and fast, just how she liked it and just how she gave it.

"Just curious about your friends, that's all." She could tell that Mark wasn't buying it, but if her being a little curious got the brunette back in the hospital, she didn't mind that. She didn't mind that one bit.

"I don't know her schedule! She comes and goes as she pleases."

The entire surgery wrapped up within three hours before Arizona made her way out of the scrub room.

It was too late to go home and the blonde was in no mood to drive. Maybe she could crash into one of the on-call rooms here. Besides, she liked to spend the night at the hospital to check on her patients. She trusted Dr. Sloan and his skills, but in peds, things could go wrong at any time.

Arizona opened the door to the nearest on-call room as she flopped down on the bed. She was tired so sleeping should not be too hard, or so she thought. But as soon as her head hit the pillow, her mind flooded with the brunette's face.

God! That woman made her nervous. The blonde knew that it was the tantalus fruit syndrome that attracted her towards her. The fact that she was so pretty and she was so closed off at the same time that's what made her more desirable to her.

For the past week, she was so hooked up on Miss Miami and mentally beating herself up for being a better friend instead of accepting her invitation. The worst part of it all, she would have to wait for another two weeks before she could see her again.

The blonde hadn't seen her out of her outfit and her makeup so even if she saw her on the street, she wouldn't be able to recognize her but Miss Miami would totally identify her.

"Urghh!" Arizona grunted into the pillow.

When did women start saying no to her? Well technically, she had turned down Miss Miami whereas she hadn't even gotten a chance to ask out Mark's friend. This was not her game. She was always the one in control, but damn it's been a week and yet Miss Miami still had a hold on her.

She remembered how she had woken up panting with her hands down her pants.

In her dream the blonde was sure that she could feel her touch, she felt the pleasure that Miss Miami was giving her. Never had a dream felt so real to her. Even when she woke up, she looked around hoping that the brunette had gone to the bathroom or something.

Arizona felt so sure that she could feel Miss Miami's presence, but it had been very disappointing that it was just her mind that was playing tricks on her.

Just thinking about the performer had made Arizona wet again. So, she got up from the bed and locked the door before she laid back down on the bed and started toying with her clitoris.

Two weeks, two weeks more and she'd be face to face with Miss Miami again. Till them if she had to masturbate just to get her out of head, boy was she in for a ride.

"Relax Mami," she heard.

Arizona immediately opened her eyes, but damn, it was just her mind replaying the events of her night at the performer's show. God! She needed to find a way to go see her and apologize to her, but right now more than ever, the blonde's hand focused on flicking her bud while her other hand crawled inside of her scrub top and pinched her nipple.

As long as her eyes were closed, she could create this illusion that it was Miss Miami's hand pleasing her, that she was back at home in her cozy bed as the performer got her off, that it was the brunette's fingers and not hers entering her. Arizona could feel that she was close so she moved her hands faster within her folds as she kept on pumping at a faster pace.

Just then her pager went off. Why couldn't she catch a break today! This morning her alarm clock ruined her orgasm and now it was her fucking pager. Arizona quickly got off her bed as she put her pants back on and left the on-call room.

Twice! Miss Miami had gotten to her twice today! These two weeks can't pass by soon enough!

A/N: How was that? I wanted to give you a little bit of where the two of them were coming from before I went on ahead with the actual storyline.

Also, before you even think it, no Arizona does not have tumors, I tried to write a sex scene without being repetitive but I couldn't so I left it as is. I hope it wasn't too confusing.