"Torres, Torres," I yell as I storm into her office. It's been three weeks of living hell. I have done everything I needed to do to recover and get cleared to play again and then I get benched.

"Robbins, no need to yell," she snaps back.

I've stormed up to her desk and am now leaning over it, hovering just inches away from her face as she looks up from her papers.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I say.

"I beg your pardon; take it down a notch Robbins. And have a seat so we can discuss whatever has you flying off the hinges," she responds with as she gets up and walks to shut her door.

She turns around and stares right out me. "Now, why the hell are you yelling?"

"I'm still benched. I have not played in nearly three months," I respond like it's the most obvious thing in the world. Pacing and waving my hand through my hair. This woman will be the death of me.

"Right. Ok well like we talked about, yes you are better, this is why I took you off the injured list. This way you could play if needed. But I just feel that another week or so and you will ok ready to start fully training and then in a month maybe heading back on the pitch," she responds in a smooth calm manner. She has walked back over towards me. She is standing in front of the area where I am pacing.

"A MONTH!" I exclaim, "But without full-on training, the likelihood that I start in the Cup or even my chance to play will be limited."

"Webber isn't going to hold you back like that. You are fine, I just don't want you to overdo it," she says.

"Fine," and with that, I storm out of her office back on the field for practice.

### Later that Night ###

I am eating dinner again at my favorite pub, actually, it's one of the only places that will cook everything the way I like it, grilled and no fat.

"So Flagstaff, how are you all going to do this summer, I need the inside scoop so I can nail the brackets," Mark says to me serving me my first drink of the night.

"Mark, you know I can't give you inside information," I say laughing, "besides I have no idea."

"I see Lauren is coming back this year, along with the Grey sisters and that little spitfire Yang," Mark says, "The twisted sisters reunite!" He finishes pumping his fist in the air.

"Why is Lauren coming back such a shock, she is a good keeper," I say.

"I just figured after her fall out with Webber after the CONCACAF Championships she wouldn't be back. Do you think he will start her or just keeping her because of contracts?" Mark pressures for more information.

"Mark, seriously I have no idea, my goal is to get on the lineup and to play. Regardless of who starts and who finishes, we are one team," I say with as much enthusiasm as possible.

"Hey well, here comes that hot chick from a few weeks ago, good luck snagging her," he says as he walks away.

As he says it I glance over my shoulder, rolling my eyes back and turning back to my dinner and drink I mumble to myself, "Can this day get any better? Please."

"Arizona, hey, do you mind if I join you?" Callie asks.

"Free country," I remark.

"Look, I am sorry about everything, but at least you're off the injured list and technically you can play, but that is work. This," she says motioning around her, "is not work, so what do you say I buy you a drink."

I pause and look at her, wondering what her angle is. "What's your angle?" I ask.

"Nothing, honest, I like you so I want to get to know you better is that so bad," she asks. I turn to her and attempt to read her, there isn't any mischievous notion to her comment nor does there seem to be anything other than genuine honesty. Something I apparently am not accustomed to, but oh well.

"Sure, so what are you drinking?" I ask as she gets herself settled into the chair next to me.

### Three Weeks Later ###

I stand at the line shaking off my nerves. Standing next to the fourth referee waiting to go. It's the 75 minute of our final game before the World Cup. I know this is an international friendly game but like we always know a game is a game.

The head referee acknowledges the sub, and outcomes, Kepner, she has been starting for most of the last few games since my injury. But now here it is. I haven't played in an international game since qualifying for the World Cup, back in the fall. High fives are all around and a hug and I am in the zone.

Minutes tick by back and forth. Game is 1-1; Spain is all over the place. We are playing our game, we are in control.

88 minute, as I dribble taking the ball into position, the team is set. I strike the ball sending it to the right in order to let the twisted sisters set the ball. Then I feel the extreme heat of pain race through my right side and the world goes black.

*** Callie's POV ***

Arizona sets up the play for the twisted sisters and the collision happens, Arizona is down.

The referee calls a halt to play and runs over to where Arizona is laying on the ground. She then motions to the bench for assistance.

Two of our trainers run out to the field, Karev and Altman. I run down to speak with Webber.

"What the hell was that?" I ask him.

"I am not sure Torres, I am trying to find out," he responds.

I look over my shoulder back at Bailey as she is on the phone, I am assuming calling into the locker room for reinforcements.

There are four of us standing on the line waiting to see if Robbins is ok, myself, Webber, and the two assistant coaches, Owen Hunt and Maggie Pierce. The referee just signaled for VAR review.

"How did she end up down?" Maggie asks.

"I am not sure," I say.

Altman looks up from the ground where Arizona is laying and motions for me to come out. I run out on the pitch over to where Arizona is laying on the field. She is in the box, which means this is or could be a penalty depending on what happened.

I kneel down next to Arizona her face seems pale for just having run half the pitch.

"You ok," I immediately ask.

"She can't move her leg," Altman replies to me.

"WHAT? SHIT, Arizona, I am going to check to see if its dislocated I need you to lay still," I say to her.

Before moving to her right leg, I look up and give Bailey the signal for the stretcher.

"No FUCKING stretcher, I am finishing this game, Callie," Arizona says through gritted teeth.

"Shut up for a hot minute, let me check your hip," I say to her.

Feeling the joint and her leg I assess that it is not dislocated, however, I have no idea what other damage has been done to the tissue. I reach into the bag and grab the Freeze. I then have Karev move to block cameras and onlookers. Pulling her shorts down I spray her hip. Then I take the ointment and rub it deep into the joint, slathering her right hip and upper leg as much as I can. I then pull her leg up and bend it at the knee.

"How is it feeling?" I ask her.

"Better, the edge is gone," she says.

I take off my gloves and threw them into the bag, and then I lean back over to her hovering above her. When she opens her eyes it takes me a moment, how many times have we been in this same position, the fierceness in her eyes takes my breath away for a moment.

"Ari, I will let you finish this game, but as soon as we are done, I need to fully evaluate you and make sure that nothing has been redamaged," I say to her with a stern voice.

"Ok," she says in a breathy tone.

I lean back and help her sit up. We hear the fans go crazy.

Leaning into her to help her get up, I say, "I need you in top shape and so does the team, "I finish with a smile.

She looks up at me and smiles, grabbing my hand and letting me pull her to a standing position.

"Well Dr. Torres," she says leaning into me and whispering so that only I can hear, "only if you promise to give me one of your special massages, I promise," she finishes with a devilish smile that makes those dimples pop.

Ugh, this woman is going to be the death of me. I just smile at her. "Walk," I order. She moves her leg and walks a few steps, then jumps up and down.

She gives me and everyone else two thumbs up. With that, me and my team collect everything and turn to run off the pitch. As we run off we realize that there was a penalty called on the play and the US has a free kick. We are now 6 minutes into stoppage time.

After we are off the field I stopped next to Pierce and ask her what the hell happened. She pulls up the play on the iPad and shows me the hit that caused Arizona to go down. A direct boot into her right hip, completely missing the ball.

"Player was issued a yellow, however, I think this was intentional, should have been red," Maggie said.

We turn to watch the game. Boswell took the penalty shot which was tipped by the keeper causing it to deflect out. No goal.

"Are you FUCKING kidding me," Hunt yelled.

There are 5 minutes left of stoppage time, and the game is full on. Arizona looks ok, although I can tell she is babying her right side. The ball is going back and forth between the two teams both trying desperately to score the final goal before the time is called.

There is 2 minutes left, the twisted sisters have the ball and are passing it back and forth. The rest of the team is setting up. Then the ball is stolen, Arizona rushes in and is fighting over the ball and wins. Taking the ball down the pitch she passes it to little Grey who cuts inside and strikes. The ball is in the air, Arizona, Grey, and Yang all are up in the box. Arizona jumps, it's a header and Goal.

She comes down off the jump and lands mostly on her left leg. As she starts to run off, I can tell she is limping a bit, the pain is coming back.

Soon after the game is called the players all do the press rounds. I walk back into the training room and let Bailey know we need to get Arizona in for an MRI immediately.

"What do you think happened," she asks ordering the tests.

"I hope it's just overextended or bruised. But it was a pretty tough hit," I respond going into the other room.

### Later that night ###

"Erica, look," I say into my phone. I am completely exhausted seeing to Arizona's injury, then dinner with the team.

"I am tired, it's late we have an early flight tomorrow back to the US. I am not in the mood to discuss any of this right now it's after 10 here. I will call you when I am back state-side. Bye," I say finishing up the call. I slide my phone on my table and drain my wine from my glass.

There is a knock at my door. Looking at my phone to see what time it was, 10:03 pm.

"Coming," I yell. Grabbing a sweatshirt I throw it on over my head pulling my hair back into a ponytail, I look through the peephole and just smile.

Opening the door, I see a very refreshed looking Arizona Robbins with a mischievous grin on her face. She walks into the room after glancing back down the hall.

"I believe you promised me something about a message," she says turning around and smiling at me.

"Of course," I say shutting the door and locking it knowing no one is coming in or out of that door for the next several hours. She steps forward and wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her face into the curve of my neck. She begins kissing my neck running her fingers into my hair and moaning into my ear.

Again, this woman will be the death of me.

I grab her around the waist and push my hands up shirt feeling her taught expanse of her stomach. I lean down and graze her neck with the edges of my teeth, nipping at a few spots I found over the past few months we have been doing this.

She pushes me up against the door and pulls back from my neck, giving me a super big dimpled smile.

"Hi," she says.

"Hi" I reply.

She leans in to kiss me, first light and soft, brushing her tongue along my lower lip. Nipping at my lips and slightly nibbling them. Then I apply more pressure to the kiss, deepening it and wanting full access to her mouth. Today I cannot take the tease, I need her, I need to feel her, I need to touch her and mostly tonight I need to possess her.

As we continue our kissing I slowly move from the door, walking her back towards the bed. Opening my eyes to see where we are going I notice my phone.

There are several missed calls and missed texts from only one person. I ignore the phone, glad to have put the thing on silence. I continue to walk her back towards my bed. Sliding my heads up to remove her shirt and pulling her bra off. Then we go back to kissing.

For tonight I want to forget about my past and all the chaos that comes with it. Tonight, I just want Arizona.