A/N: Thank you all for reviewing and following. I'm sorry this took a bit to get up. I am back to work after the holiday and hit the ground running. I hope to have another chapter up for you this weekend. Hang in there, our girls will be meeting up again shortly. I wanted to respond to a guest reviewer who had some concerns about how Callie bought her house hoping for a reconciliation but then didn't want Arizona to give up her life in Seattle. That's not exactly her thought process. She did buy and renovate her home with the goal of getting her family back. When she was talking with Arizona and listed everything the blonde would be leaving behind, her biggest concern was she would get to NYC and resent Callie for having moved in the first place. (Callie's fears and concerns will be addressed in an upcoming chapter.) That being said, remember all characters belong to Shonda, I'm just taking them for a little spin. If it looks familiar, I most likely borrowed it from GA or other shows.

Handing over the last box from her bedroom to one of the men she had hired to pack up her house, Arizona let out a heavy sigh and plopped down on her bed. The movers were nearly finished, the few items that remained in her house were going to be donated to the local women's shelter. After having made the decision to move, she had made quick work of deciding what she wanted to have on hand, what could go into storage, and what she should leave behind. Having spent the first eighteen years of her life moving every 12-18 months, Arizona had become an expert at organizing, minimizing, and packing. She had also become quite adept at being able to effortlessly leave a place behind and welcome the adventures that awaited her in her new city. That was before, however. Before she moved to a place she fit in almost immediately. Before she found a home in a certain ortho goddess. Before she had a family. Before she had a village. Seattle was by far, the closest thing to a 'hometown' that she'd ever known. The ten years she spent here surpassed any other place she had lived in her life.

But, as she looked around the empty house, she realized she didn't feel the sadness she had always felt once the home she had known was packed up and ready to be moved. She had always been able to look around and see a crack in the wall where she had pushed her brother too hard or the bump in the floor that she always tripped on at the most inopportune time, or the door frame her mother insisted on marking with their heights in every house they lived in. No, this house held none of those memories for the blonde. Within these walls she had gone stir crazy living without her family. Within these walls she had settled for a life without her daughter and the love of her life. Within these walls she tried and often failed to rebuild the life she had lost; regain the person she once was. No, this wasn't her home. In truth, Seattle hadn't even felt like home in several years. If moving from place to place with only your family to support you taught her anything it was that home wasn't a place. Home was where you felt safe, secure, comforted. Home was the people with whom you surrounded yourself. It was true that Seattle is where she had been lucky enough to find her home. But she also knew that home wasn't her first apartment, it wasn't apartment 502 with the bright blue door, it wasn't 830 murder house, it wasn't the frat house, and it certainly wasn't this house. Her home was not a physical dwelling, her home was Callie. As much as she hated it, she knew deep in her heart, Calliope Torres would always be her home.

And she did hate it. She hated that after so much pain, after four years of being apart, after two years of barely speaking, just the thought of the gorgeous brunette and the idea that sparks may be flying again sent the best kind of shock waves through her body. She despised the fact that every time her phone went off with that familiar text or ring tone, her lips inevitably curled into a smile that lit up her entire face. She cursed the dozens of butterflies that took up residence in her abdomen when she heard the other woman's husky laugh or the deep timbre of her voice in the quiet during a late night or early morning call. She loathed it, all of it…but…not as much as she loved it. She loved the excitement of something new but familiar. She relished in the idea that she could possibly be happy again; that she could possibly make her ex-wife happy again. She loved it all…and she hated it all. Therein lie the problem. She wanted it so badly she could feel herself standing on the edge of a cliff. She feared it so deeply, she could almost feel the pain of falling from said cliff. But Arizona had grown enough to know she wasn't afraid of loving unconditionally or being loved so passionately like she had been early in her relationship with Callie. That was the part that caused the excitement to course through her veins. It was the fear of losing it all again that held her back this time. It was the memories of the heart-wrenching pain, the vivid picture of the devastation in dark chocolate eyes, it was the absolute terror of hurting and being hurt that caused her to hesitate. It was the idea that she would get it all back just to screw it up again that had her on the brink of madness when it came to thoughts of her ex-wife.

Arizona closed her eyes tightly trying to rid herself of these thoughts that constantly plagued her recently. She knew she may be jumping the gun here. While it was true she and her ex-wife had talked more, laughed more, and flirted more in the past month than they had in the last six of their marriage, it could just be the excitement of everything that was spurring them on. They could very well see one another again and all the pain could come flooding back. While she certainly hoped that wouldn't be the case, she knew talking and texting was not the same as physically being in the same room together. For now, she would try to enjoy the new relationship, whatever it was, she and Callie were building and look forward to having her family together in the same city once again.

Nodding to herself, as if to effectively put this internal debate to rest, Arizona went outside to see that the movers had indeed fit everything into the truck. Just as she'd reached the driveway, she smiled when she saw the familiar black SUV pull up. Before it was even in park, two little bodies were clamoring out of the back seat and rushing toward her. "Mommy! Look what me and Zola got." Almost without thinking, she murmured, "Zola and I…" before a brightly colored picture frame adorned with gems and glitter encasing a picture of two cherubic dimpled faces giggling at each other was thrust in her face. "Oh! That is beautiful girls. Did you make these?" she asked the two tiny humans who were bouncing on their feet in front of her. They both squealed and she listened as well as she could follow about how Merideth wanted them to have something special to remember each other by and how next time they saw each other, they could take a new picture and replace it. Smiling down at the girls, heart clenching just briefly at the thought of separating them once again, this time for who knows how long, Arizona reached out and pulled them both into a hug. "That's a great idea. Sof, why don't you and Zo-Zo go pack this in the suitcase you are taking to mama's so it doesn't get lost in the shuffle or broken." Without hesitation, the two girls ran off.

Finally getting a chance to look at the other woman who brought on all the excitement, Arizona noticed Merideth was holding a box and sporting a slightly sheepish, almost concerned look on her face. Assuming she too was feeling sad for the two girls, Arizona tried to lighten the mood as she joked, "I know I said Zo could come visit, but I didn't expect you to pack her up and ship her off with us." Then she waved in the general direction of the box. Merideth offered a tight smile as she looked down at the oh so familiar messy scrawl across the top of the box. Derek had been the one to pack and label this box and just seeing his handwriting caused a wave of sadness. The idea of discussing the box caused a tad bit of fear and trepidation. Not knowing what to say, she simply tilted the box so the blonde could read what was written on the lid. Glancing down at the box, Arizona felt a tightening in her chest as she too recognized the scribble of the late Dr. Shepherd, but it was the name that was written that caused the briefest bit of pain. Looking up, Arizona could only quirk her brow in question as she feared if she spoke, her voice would tremble due to the tears she was fighting.

Merideth knew she should have passed this along years ago, but, well, there was never a good time and honestly, she had forgotten about it until a few weeks ago. "Ummm…Derek, he cleaned out Mark's office after…and he collected some things he thought you and Cal would want for Sofia. I know we should have given it to you a long time ago, but at first, well, neither of you were in the headspace for it, then Derek's hand and your leg, and…everything…" Arizona knew the 'everything' entailed her cheating and appreciated the other woman's discretion. "Time just got away and then I kind of forgot about it for a while. I came across it a few weeks ago and figured I'd pass it off when you picked up Sof and I just never got around to it." Understanding exactly how these things happen, Arizona smiled and just offered, "Yeah, no, I get it. I'm glad you remembered. We have kept a lot from his apartment for her, but, you can never have enough memories to share. She was just so young when…" the blonde trailed off as she realized Merideth was in the same boat when it came to her two younger children and the loss of their own father. Seeing the other woman nod and realizing nothing more needed to be said, the blonde offered a dimpled smile and said, "Thanks Mer."

She wondered what was in the box, but with her emotions the way they had been over the past few weeks, she didn't think she could hold it together just now. She also felt this was something she needed to do with Callie. Arizona stepped up and took the box and placed it in the back of the truck. She turned then and looked at the woman standing before her. While the two had never been close friends, they shared a bond that no one else at Grey-Sloan shared. They had survived a plane crash together. Only three people in this world knew exactly what they experienced during those four days. Just knowing the other was there helped them get through the rough days. They had worked together for ten years, they owned a hospital, their children grew up together, they were married on the same day though neither marriage turned out the way they had planned, both had been through hell and back while the other offered quiet support from the sideline…no, they weren't close, but they understood each other, they respected each other and they shared a village. A village they would always be a part of no matter how far apart they lived. Before the silence could become uncomfortable, Merideth offered, "You know, you're going to be missed Robbins." Arizona smirked; she knew this was as close to emotional as Merideth Grey got with people. Placing her hands in her back pockets, Arizona rose on her toes and bounced lightly a couple times before returning, "You're going to be missed too Grey." At that, the two women laughed and the taller blonde reached out and said, "Come here Roller Girl!" Arizona stepped in and embraced the other woman tightly. She was a little shocked when she heard the whispered, "Take care of our girls and try not to fuck it up this time alright?" Pulling back, she saw a knowing smirk along with a twinkle in those slate blue eyes. Deciding not to respond, she nodded and said, "Take care of yourself and don't let Karev Fuck up my department too bad." Both women smiled then and stepped back just as the two girls came running toward them.

After saying good-bye and promising the girls would see each other in three days at the wedding, Merideth and Zola were on their way. Arizona had found the movers in the back of the house and they did one final walk through before she signed off the paperwork, handed them the keys to her car which they were towing behind the moving truck and headed into the house. As she walked into the now empty house, she pulled out her phone and sent a text to her ex-wife.

Me: The movers just finished up. They will be leaving Friday morning and should arrive Sunday evening or Monday morning.

Arizona couldn't get over how great and accommodating Callie had been with all this. She had been taken aback by the offer to stay with her ex until she found a place to live. While she was nervous, she was also looking forward to spending some time with her family as a unit once again. She had truly missed Callie since she'd been gone and hoped this time together could at the very least help them forge a strong friendship, she was still reluctant to wish for more, though she knew deep down exactly what it was she wanted. She also knew this time she would not take anything she had for granted. Not now, not ever again. Without awaiting a response, she pulled out her phone once again and sent another message.

Me: I really appreciate you Callie! You have been so amazing. Just…thank you, for everything.

Finally feeling like she can breathe after a busy day of packing and moving boxes, Arizona headed to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine before she ordered dinner. Feeling the vibration in her pocket, Arizona took out her phone and smiled brightly at the name of the sender without even reading the message.