Note: Thank you all for your reviews! It means so much to me that you all care enough to write up your opinions and such! I hope you all are happy with my final decision on who her husband will be! This is kind of a filler chapter, meant to give some more background story. Sorry there's no sexy time :( BUT I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Neither woman heard the commotion at the door until it was too late and had already opened.

"Oh my god!"

Gasping, both women jumped apart. Callie's abrupt retreat from the desk knocked Arizona backwards, causing both the chair and the blonde to go crashing towards the ground. The brunette had hastily pulled her scrub pants back on her legs, by the time she'd gotten them sloppily tied Arizona had gotten up from the floor and resituated herself.

"Damn, this is even better than I thought," the voice added, smugness evident in her tone as she laughed at the two women's struggles.

Callie, finally making eye contact, shot the woman a dirty look and crossed her arms. Arizona had taken to hiding halfway behind Callie, barely looking at the woman at all. "Shit, don't you knock?" Callie asked, hoping her best friend would let everything she just saw be 'swept under the rug.'

"I did, three times. I even paged you Robbins," the redhead stated, smirk still playing at her lips. "But clearly this is why my attempts have gone unanswered."

Moving away from Arizona and over towards Addison, Callie swatted the woman on the arm. "Addie, please, lets try and save Arizona and I perhaps the last of our shame, and I promise I'll talk to you about everything later."

Ignoring the brunette, Addison slipped around her body and moved so she was face to face with Arizona, "You haven't forgotten that you're married right?" The blonde in front of her shook her head as if Addison had just scolded her and asked her if she wanted to go sit in timeout. "Well, good then. You should both be thankful to see me. He'd just gotten done asking Karev where to find you… but that new cardio-God Cristina won't shut up about intercepted him. Anyway, he sent me to find you, Arizona."

The blonde nodded her head and offered a sheepish smile, "Thank you. Where is he? Did he say what it was about?" She started to shuffle papers on her desk, reorganizing what she could for the time being.

"No, just that he needed to find you," Addison replied, "He'll be in his office." She moved away from the woman, grabbed Callie's forearm and started to pull her from the office, "Let's go Rico Suave, you've got a lot of explaining to do." As Addison pulled her from the office, Callie sent Arizona an apologetic look over her shoulder. The blonde returned the glance with a small smile and mouthed a goodbye before the brunette closed the door.

"Arizona Robbins? Come on Cal!" Addison exclaimed in an aggressive whisper. "You're sleeping with a married woman!"

Callie quickly lifted her arm and clamped her hand down over her best friends mouth, "Shut up Ad, there's no need to alert the media." She glanced around quickly to make sure nobody had heard her. Seeing that nobody was within earshot, Callie shoved her best friend forward and into the nearest on call room. Once the door was shut, Callie groaned, moving away from her friend and to the open area of the room. "Don't you think I know she's married?" Callie asked, pacing from one side of the small room to the other.

"To our boss!" Addison added, still clearly unable to wrap her head around the situation.

"Yes Addison, to our boss," Callie replied, still pacing. "But you need to keep your mouth shut. Nobody knows for a reason."

"Oh could it be because SHE'S MARRIED?" Addison asked throwing her hands up for emphasis. "Or, maybe…. Oh, no, it's definitely BECAUSE SHE'S MARRIED." She was shouting at Callie now, clearly a little upset that her best friend would get involved with something so stupid. "Couldn't you hook up with someone who was actually available? Cal, she's not going to leave him for you. You're just going to end up getting hurt. Didn't you have a rule about straight women? She's straight!"

Callie stopped pacing the room and turned to look at the redhead. Callie's brown eyes locked on Addison's bright green ones and a smile formed on her lips. "She is leaving him," Callie told her softly, "but, not for me."

Addison's mouth opened to speak, shocked at the revelation, but Callie stopped her. Both Arizona and her husband had played off their unhappiness rather well if what Callie was saying was true. Nobody at the hospital had expected there were any issues.

"Before you say anything else, just listen to me okay? I know that what we're doing is wrong. Trust me, I know how shitty it feels to be cheated on. I need not remind you of Nicki? But, things are way more complicated here," Callie told her, trying to reason with the woman. The last thing she needed was her best friend judging her, or looking down on her for any reason.

"How long have you been sleeping with her?" Addison asked. Nothing made sense to her. The last she'd heard was that their Chief of Surgery had gotten the job, practically begged the Board to hire his wife as an attending pediatric surgeon and the two had left handsome paychecks from Hopkins for Seattle Grace. Who in their right mind would follow an unhappy marriage, leaving Johns Hopkins in their wake?

"Six months," Callie replied sheepishly, waiting for Addison to blow up once more.

"SIX MONTHS?! She's only been here for six months!" Addison growled, throwing her hands up once again. "Cal, you're killing me! I thought you were smarter than this. Are you in love with her?"

"Whoa, slow down, no," Callie quickly responded. Nothing about her relationship with the blonde was about feelings. Maybe at one point, many, many years ago, but certainly not now. "We're not in love, we're not even in 'like.' We have sex. Mind-blowing, knock the air from my chest, best sex I've ever had, sex."

"You're expecting me to believe that the two of you have been running around sleeping together for the last six months, but neither of you have feelings for one another?" Addison asked, moving to sit down on one of the empty beds. This was all getting to be too confusing for her.

"When are you off?" Callie asked her friend, plopping down on the bed beside her.

"I've got a surgery in an hour, but I'm free, pending emergencies, until then," Addison told her, glancing at the clock on the wall.

"I got off…" she paused to check the clock herself, "about 20 minutes ago. If you've got the time, I'll explain. But you have to promise to not only refrain from judgment, but try to understand okay?"

"Okay," Addison agreed, turning her body so that she was facing the brunette next to her.

"We met 12 years ago," Callie started.

Addison immediately interrupted her, "You met her 12 years ago?"

Callie nodded, shooting her a death glare, "Let me finish!"

"Arizona and I met 12 years ago. I'd just started my undergrad at Columbia; she was starting med school. We met on the campus bus. I thought she was hot, and of course, cocky 18-year-old me started flirting. I gave her my number and within a few hours we were texting nonstop. She'd told me she was straight then, but…. long story short, we had sex before we'd even exchanged names," Callie told her, trying to lead off with as much background information as possible.

"Damn, okay, so I'm guessing she didn't take it well?"

"Wrong," Callie replied, smiling at the memory. "We spent that entire day in my dorm room. I'm talking like, on the desk, in bed, on the floor, in the shower, on the dresser, against the wall. It was wild; I'll never forget it. I'm pretty positive I've even already told you about it."

Addison nodded, remembering how often Callie and Mark would fight over who'd accomplished more, Mark by sleeping with 2 lesbians, or Callie by turning a straight girl gay.

"Things didn't end there," Callie started up again. "We flirted like crazy. Usually, so raunchy I'm lucky I can even look at her without getting embarrassed. Our relationship was built on mutually satisfying sex… but, obviously, things started changing. Our texts got sweeter, we both started wanting to know more… to care more." Callie sighed. She hadn't thought about what had happened in so long. It didn't matter now, but she'd always wondered if things would be different now, had she just kept her mouth shut.

"Cal," Addison started, placing a hand on the brunette's shoulder, "What happened?"

"Things were different towards the end and not just with the way we spoke. She'd buy me lunch and meet me outside my classroom. I'd go over to her apartment just to see her, fall asleep in her bed, holding her, without having sex. She'd call me before going to sleep. I don't know… Anyway, I asked her on a date. A real date. She'd said yes, and that night we, for the first time, didn't just fuck. We made love, as disgustingly corny as that sounds, we did," Callie replied.

"And you never went on that date?"

"She told me that falling in love with a woman was wrong, that she refused to be this person, that her father would disown her," Callie replied simply. This part wasn't her story to tell.

"It was a little too late for that, don't you think?" Addison asked with a small laugh.

"Obviously! She started dating some guy in her Gross Anatomy class. We talked once in a while, until eventually I just stopped hearing from her. Things were complicated for her, and I can't really say I blame her."

"So, she's gay, or straight?"

"Arizona Robbins is gay," Callie confirmed with a nod. "As of a few days ago, she's finally admitted it to herself. She's known for a very, very long time. Her father is a homophobic US Marine Corps Colonel… I'm sure you know how that feels," Callie added knowing full well that Addison's father, The Captain, was much like Arizona's, minus the homophobic bit.

Nodding in understanding, Addison asked, "so, after 12 years, how did this all start again?"

-FLASHBACK: 6 Months Ago-

"No, everything's alright, I promise," a voice sang gently into Callie's ears as the elevator door opened. The brunette didn't bother to look up from the paperwork in her hand, too busy reading. She and Cristina had been assigned to a case together, but even with both of their brilliant minds, neither woman was able to locate that important fact that could finally lead to a diagnosis for the 24-year-old patient.

"Mom, I have to go," the voice sang again, this time a little more hurried. The brunette heard shuffling beside her just as the doors closed and the elevator continued on its way.

"Callie? Callie Torres?" the voice from beside her asked lightly. This finally got the Latina's attention and she glanced up from the papers. The bright blue eyes she was met with were the last ones she'd expected to see.

A huge smile spread across her face, as she looked the woman in front of her over. She wasn't shocked to see her, after all, the hospital had been told that two new doctors were joining their team this week. But, as she looked the woman over, she was still slightly taken-back. The years had definitely been good to her.

"In the flesh," Callie replied, smile never leaving her lips. Arizona wasted no time in closing the small distance between them, wrapping her arms tightly around the slightly taller woman.

"Well damn, you've grown up," Arizona added, her own smile dancing gracefully upon her lips, as she looked the woman over. Callie waited as Arizona's eyes practically undressed her on the spot.

"A decade will do that to you," Callie told her. "I can't believe I haven't seen or heard from you in over 10 years, and now, here you are at my hospital."

"The last time I saw you…" Arizona let her sentence trail off. There was no way she was going to bring that up. The last time they'd been together in person, they'd had agonizingly slow, passionate sex that she was confident she'd never forget.

Callie smiled knowingly, "I remember. It was…"

"A long time ago," Arizona finished for her simply, not wanting to rehash old feelings. She watched as Callie nodded, her long, dark hair falling into her face slightly as her head bobbed. Just looking at the gorgeous woman before her was starting to get to her. Sure, she'd seen plenty attractive women over the years, and had even fallen weak to her impulses with a few, but still to this day, none of them had held a candle to Callie Torres. Her eyes drifted lower, taking in the way the light blue scrub top hung just tight enough to frame her chest, but loose enough to be comfortable. Matching pants that hung loosely on her hips, making Arizona's mind have to dig to remember how sexy those thighs were underneath those pants, covered her long legs. And the way Callie had rolled her sleeves up, folding over her white lab coat to expose her forearms had Arizona's mouth practically watering.

"You're starring," Callie commented smugly, just as Arizona's eyes shot back up to her face. "Not that I mind, because it's quite the compliment when a beautiful woman checks you out, but the elevators stopped."

Just like it always had, a deep red blush quickly ran up the woman's neck and to her cheeks. "Caught me," Arizona said softly, turning to exit the elevator, Callie hot on her tail.

"When do you start?" Callie asked, pausing just outside the elevator doors for a moment.

"Tomorrow," she replied, stopping beside the brunette to continue their talk. "I just signed all the papers and started bringing things up to my new office."

"Oh, fancy. I forgot you took over as department head, Karev mentioned that the old guy was finally leaving. He was honestly way too old to be operating anyway. I'm almost positive he was nearly legally blind, he'd been passing off most of his surgeries, he'd even let an intern do the majority of a procedure last week," Callie carried on, mostly to herself, rambling as to avoid any further flirtation or inappropriate ogling with the blonde in front of her.

Not a word coming from the brunette's mouth was really registering in Arizona's mind. She'd long since stopped listening, and had taken to recalling exactly what Callie looked like under those scrubs. Her mind was flooded with the images of the brunette beneath her, moaning her name. She couldn't help but lick her lips at the thought. Her eyes drifted from top to bottom, eyes landing on those womanly hips. Nearly forgetting to internalize her groan, she finally snapped out of her trance. "Callie?" Arizona asked, interrupting her rambling.

When Callie finally looked to Arizona again, she was met with a shade of blue in the woman's eyes that she knew all too well. Stuttering, she tried to reply, "y-y-yeah?"

"When do you get off?"

"In two hours."

Arizona pulled her purse off her shoulder and opened it, retrieving a pen. Grabbing Callie's hand, she flipped it over. Dropping Callie's hand after scribbling on it, she smiled, leaned up on her tiptoes and pressed her mouth against Callie's ear. Just above a whisper, Arizona spoke sensually into the brunette's ear, her lips just grazing her skin, "I never forgot you, Callie."

As Arizona walked away, Callie stood, slightly dumbfounded, in her spot. Not only was the blonde back in her life, but she was still just as sexy as she'd been 12 years ago. Wiping the hypothetical drool from her mouth, Callie shook herself back to life. Looking down at her hand, she was met with Arizona's girly handwriting.

240-349-2205

-Sunshine

-END FLASHBACK-

"That's all you're gonna give me?" Addison asked, clearly a little disappointed in the story. She pouted, swatting Callie on the shoulder, "I was expecting something a little more fun… secretive even."

"Well clearly I called her, well, I texted her. We had sex when I got off work that night and it was honestly just as mind-blowing as I remembered it. But, she didn't tell me she was married," Callie offered, shrugging at the thought. She'd been extremely angry at first, having told Arizona to leave the moment she saw the rings on her finger. "She cornered me not long after and kinda just word-vomited the last 10 years of her life. We've been sneaking around ever since. There's really nothing else to tell Ad. Arizona and I aren't in love; we're not running away to be together, I'm not stealing the Chief's wife. I'm just… pleasing her in ways he can't."

"You may find comfort in that fact Cal, but you're still screwing someone else's wife. You're playing with fire, these relationships always end with someone getting hurt… besides, do you really think she's going to leave him?" Addison asked, skeptical about the entire situation. Sure Callie was saying there aren't feelings involved, but she couldn't speak for Arizona.

"She finally said the words out loud Addison, she admitted that she's gay…" Callie tried to explain. But, by the look on Addison's face, she didn't seem to understand. "Everyone goes through this, some later than others, but everyone has their moment. I freaked out, I hid, I tried to be straight. I gave up a lot earlier than she did. I came out when I was 15, she's 34. She had a lot more hiding time, and clearly that had consequences."

"But she's married, there's so much more to it when you're married," Addison offered, trying to show Callie her side.

"This isn't my story to tell. Long story short, Arizona knew she was gay a long, long time ago. When she tried to come out, things got bad. So, she … changed… or tried to at least… but her parents found out she hadn't. They basically disowned her. She did what she had to… to get her family back," Callie explained vaguely.

"So she's hurting other people, pretending to be someone she isn't, and lying to her family?"

"And there's yet another reason why I didn't tell you anything about this. You can call her a coward all you want, but I won't listen to it. Arizona made a choice, her own happiness, or her families. If my family had reacted the way hers did, I don't know that I'd have done things differently. She gave up everything for them, something they wouldn't do for her. All she's been faced with is judgment, she won't get that from me," Callie answered, defending the woman. She stood up, signaling that their conversation was over. Shaking her head at Addison, she exited the room.

"Will you be home after work?"

"I was going to go for a run first, but yes, after," Arizona replied forcing a smile. Things had grown increasingly awkward between them, but it wasn't as if she was trying to fix it.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, what could be wrong?" Arizona asked, trying to brush it off. There was no way they were going to talk about this now, not at the hospital and not 20 minutes after she'd been walked in on whilst cheating on her husband.

The man seated across from her shrugged his shoulders, seemingly satisfied with her answer. They'd been in his office for nearly 20 minutes and he'd yet to even explain why he'd been looking for her. For the better half of the time they'd sat in silence, to the point that Arizona had taken to playing stupid games on her phone. Just as the man set down his folder and reached for another, Arizona spoke up, "Christian?"

"Yes?"

"Why were you looking for me?"

"Can't a man spend some time with his wife?"

Arizona shrugged, again forcing a smile. She had to admit, her husband was quite the catch. Dr. Christian Weston was a wonderful person, the kind of man her father had always wanted her to marry. He was brilliant, an incredibly talented cardiothoracic surgeon. He had joined the army before college and put his family first. In actuality, he reminded her of her father. But Christian wasn't a closed-minded right-wing Republican like her father; he respected those who were different. He was honorable, everything she would want in a life-partner, but he was a man. A dark haired, dark eyed scruffy man.

"Like what you see?" Christian asked with a smirk, a hint of flirtation in his voice after noticing the blonde had been starring at him.

"What?" Arizona asked, getting ripped from her thoughts.

"Just caught you checking me out is all," Christian answered, smiling.

She laughed, but for a much different reason than she assumed her husband expected. "Well, if there's nothing you wanted to see me for, I should probably get back upstairs, I've got to finish my rounds before I can go home," she told him, getting up from her seat across from him.

Christian's smile fell at her lack of response. Even he knew that things were different. Shrugging it off for now, he shook his head, "I just wanted to let you know that your father called. Your parents are coming in next week. They want to see the hospital, check out the new house, see their daughter who has been ignoring their phone calls."

"My parents? My parents are coming? They're coming here?" Arizona asked, turning abruptly on her heels. She moved closer to her husband, hoping she'd just suffered from a freak auditory hallucination. "My parents are coming here next week?!"

Note: So, originally I was going to make her husband Owen. He'd been my main man since the beginning, but I love him as a character, and didn't want to ruin him. Plus, there was a lot of you who wanted him to be someone random! Now I can twist him without feeling too badly, and you guys can give your thoughts! So yes, your suggestions on him would be appreciated!