Chapter 13

Note: I feel like I don't really have a choice but to continue where the last chapter left off? Sorry, not sorry. We kick it up a notch, if you know what I mean. If you're not interested in that, skip ahead to the second line break.

Callie stood in front of the tall grey elevator doors in the well decorated elevator room of Arizona's parking garage, frustrated; Arizona was shuffling her feet behind her, playing with the hem of her shirt. A good 6 feet stood between them, neither looking at the other. Callie looked up, both elevators were still floors away – one being on the 25th floor, and the other being on the 19th. She heard Arizona mumble something under her breath, but she didn't dare speak, or look back at the blonde. Fuck, Callie thought to herself as she ran her hands roughly through her hair, this is fucking torture.

"Do the elevators always take this long?" the woman standing just to Callie's left asked the two doctors timidly.

Callie snapped out of her trance, looking over to the elderly woman beside her, "Huh?" Truthfully, Callie had heard her, but she couldn't imagine trying to form words other than fuck me, touch me, please.

"The elevators, do they always take this long to come down?" The elderly lady repeated with a grin.

"These are the visitor lot elevators," Arizona said, cutting in to save her lust filled lover. "The main elevators are faster, there are four instead of two… but if you don't have a key, you'll need to take this to the lobby and take the main elevators up after they clear you." Arizona was rambling, but it was all she could do to distract herself from the struggling brunette beside her.

"Our daughter is coming down to get us dear, thank you," the woman answered, placing her hand on her husband's arm and smiling.

Callie looked up at the sound of Arizona's voice, despite her best efforts, Arizona's voice had still come out slightly sultry. She could barely stand the sound, her body igniting at the first sign of anything Arizona. She glanced back to the elevators, 10 and 16. I wonder if the stairs would be faster, Callie thought to herself as she turned her attention to the stairwell to the left of the small room, who am I kidding? We wouldn't make it up the stairs - actually, that's not a terrible idea.

"Ah, then yes, sometimes these elevators take a while," Arizona replied, moving to walk closer to Callie, unable to stand the distance between them any longer. Callie wasn't the only one struggling to maintain her decency.

Callie drew in a long, hard breath as Arizona entered her personal space, her perfume, and a hint of sex leftover from the car, invading her senses. Callie groaned, Arizona was too close. She didn't trust herself being that close to the incredibly sexy blonde with this innocent elderly couple standing mere feet away. She turned to put some space between them and instead found herself face to face with her. Fuck.

Arizona smirked at Callie, finding herself in a similar predicament. "Are you okay, Callie?" Arizona asked, placing her hand on Callie's forehead, "You feel kind of warm."

Callie's knees buckled slightly at the feel of Arizona's hand against her skin. She didn't answer, completely captivated by the smirk plastered on Arizona's face. Don't do it, Callie thought to herself, staring at her lover's lips, you won't be able to stop yourself.

Arizona pulled Callie closer to her when her knees buckled. She gave the brunette a mischievous grin and took another look at the elevator indicators – 5 and 8. They'd realistically only been standing there for all of three minutes, but after the events in the car just minutes earlier, it felt like hours. Arizona leaned her head into the crook of Callie's neck and placed a soft kiss against her throat. Callie had to stifle a moan by biting her lip. Clearly Arizona wasn't done driving her crazy yet.

"Shh, Calliope," Arizona whispered, "We don't need to scar Mr. and Mrs. Rogers over there." She placed an open-mouthed kiss against Callie's throat again, this time sliding her tongue out to swipe her skin. Callie shuddered in Arizona's arms.

Finally, the elevator dinged, signaling its arrival. As the doors opened, a woman got off and began greeting the elderly couple. Callie grabbed Arizona's hand and pulled her quickly onto the elevator, hitting the "door close" button repeatedly until the doors shut, just as the woman and her parents turned to get back on it.

Callie didn't even feel bad as she watched the woman throw up her hands in obvious frustration. Before she could turn to throw the blonde up against the wall of the elevator, Arizona was on her. She shoved Callie roughly into the mirrored wall face first. Her hand slid to the front of Callie's stretchy black pants and expertly slipped below the band and straight to her core without hesitation.

"Fuck," Callie growled, throwing her hands out to catch herself before she flew into the wall too hard. Her hips bucked backwards at the feel of Arizona's fingers slipping between her folds without warning.

"Uh uh," Arizona scolded, slowing the pace of her fingers, "Quiet." She turned her head slightly, nodding toward the security camera in the upper corner of the elevator.

Callie could only nod as Arizona picked up the pace again and the elevator ticked slowly upwards. Arizona's lips were on her neck again, kissing, nipping, licking at the skin just below her ear. Every nerve ending in Callie's body was raging, all of it too much. From the orgasm in the car, the incredibly annoying wait in the elevator room, Arizona's mouth on her neck, her fingers painting rough circles across her clit, her eyes locked on Callie's through the mirror in front of them – Callie could barely stand upright.

Arizona smirked at Callie in the mirror and rolled her clit between her fingers for a moment before sliding her hand deeper into Callie's pants to tease her opening. Callie's hips immediately flew backwards against Arizona, a frustrated moan slipping from her lips.

"I thought I told you to be quiet?" Arizona asked, halting the movement of her fingers abruptly.

"Fuck Arizona," Callie growled, "Please."

As much as Arizona wanted to be in control of this, she could tell that Callie was way past the point of waiting. The brunette in her arms was barely standing upright, using her hands to grip the mirror in front of her for balance, her fingertips white from the pressure. The dark eyes in front of her were glazed over with a look in them Arizona had only seen one other time. When Callie whimpered again and ground her ass discretely against Arizona's center, the blonde resolved to let Callie have this one, there was plenty of time to fix that once they got up to her condo.

The blonde smiled at her lover, slid her fingertips inside of Callie to gather some of her wetness and slowly began sliding her fingers across Callie's clit again, her speed increasing with every swipe.

"You get so fucking wet for me," Arizona whispered seductively into Callie's ear as her own eyes rolled back and closed. Arizona had to admit, this version of Callie – wet, wanton, waiting – was her favorite version of Callie. Her own resolve was quickly waning and she pressed her fingers harder against Callie, increasing both the speed and friction of the fingers toying with Callie.

The brunette threw her head back onto Arizona's shoulder. She wasn't going to last long like this, especially with Arizona talking like that in her ear. She stole a glance at the elevator indicator – 15 – they were still 21 floors away.

"Oh, you're fucked," Arizona whispered, catching Callie steal a peek at the elevator's indicator, "You're going to cum for me right here in this elevator while I watch." Arizona drug her free hand up the side of Callie's body until it reached the back of her neck. She laced her fingers through the dark brown locks of hair and gripped the back of Callie's neck – hard.

"Fuck," Callie yelped again, her legs starting to weaken as her weight fell backward against Arizona. "Arizona, fuck, you feel so fucking good," she whimpered.

Silence, except for the sound of Arizona's fingers gliding sloppily across Callie's soaking wet pussy.

"Arizona," Callie whimpered again. She was coming undone, giving Arizona exactly what she'd asked for before even getting upstairs.

"Mm, yes baby," Arizona moaned softly into her ear, "Now who's in charge?" She quickened her fingers again, drawing rough, rapid circles directly onto Callie's clit.

Callie couldn't speak. You, you, YOU, she yelled to herself internally. Her eyes locked on Arizona's hand moving below her waistband, body tensed, lips slightly parted.

"Cum," Arizona moaned simply into Callie's ear. And to her surprise, Callie did. Arizona's hand dropped from Callie's neck and slipped around her abdomen, offering support to Callie's convulsing body.

Just as Arizona moved to pull her hand out of Callie's waistband to flip Callie around and kiss her, the elevator slowed down to a stop. Arizona's eyes locked on the elevator indicator – 28. Someone was getting on. Arizona jumped apart from Callie just as the doors started to open.

"Callie, move," Arizona instructed, placing a foot of distance between them.

Callie's whole body was on fire, her hands still glued to the mirror in front of her for support. She heard Arizona mumble something, but she couldn't hear her. All she could hear was her own labored breathing, a slight ringing in her ears – the sounds of her body coming down from a hastily withdrawn high. It wasn't until a young man entered the space that she finally snapped out of her trance and turned her body to lean against the wall correctly, chest still heaving.

The young man gave Callie a once over, then turned his attention to Arizona who wore a bright, dimpled grin. Arizona smirked at him, knowing full well that the distinct scent of sex was lingering in the air around them. The man knew exactly what was just happening in the elevator and Arizona didn't care one bit.

Thank god it's only 8 more floors, Callie thought to herself as she noticed the smirk on the man's face.

"You know there are cameras in here, right?" The young man asked Arizona with a knowing smile.

Callie hadn't expected the man to say anything, and she couldn't hide the redness that started creeping up her neck from embarrassment.

"Kinda makes it hotter, don't you think? Besides, we're celebrating," Arizona responded, licking her lips and smiling back at the man.

Oh god, Callie groaned to herself, watching the shit-eating grin plaster itself across Arizona's face. She's in rare form, Callie couldn't help the smile that grew on her face. Callie loved when Arizona got bold, took charge, and acted like she didn't care who saw. It was a rare occurrence, but Callie knew full well that she was about to get her world rocked when they got inside Arizona's condo.

"No judgment here," the man answered, "I mean… judging by the look on this one's face… I almost feel bad for interrupting." He used his upper body to indicate over to Callie who was still lost in a trance over the last few minutes' activities.

"She's fine," Arizona replied quickly, looking over at her lover. Between the look on Callie's face and the I just got fucked appearance of her body, Arizona couldn't control the whimper that escaped her lips just from the sight.

"Jesus," the man said, "Reign it in for a second, I'm getting off in three floors."

Arizona looked up to the indicator: 33. She immediately rolled her eyes, they lived on the same floor.

"I won't even pretend that I'm remotely sorry," Arizona answered, her eyes raking hungrily over Callie's body, almost as if she was undressing her with her eyes. "You've got about three seconds after this elevator stops to get down the hall, I make no promises beyond that."

The man gulped at the threat, "You live on 36?"

Arizona nodded, keeping her attentions on the brunette in the corner who had still yet to speak, or regain her composure. It hadn't even looked like she tried.

"Well, that explains the noise last night," he added with a wink as the elevator slowed to a stop and he prepared himself to make a quick exit. "I'm Henry, your neighbor's son." The doors opened and he exited the elevator quickly, "Have fun," he added as he darted away down the hall.

Making good on her promise, Arizona was back on Callie within three seconds, pulling her by her sweatshirt off the elevator and toward the hallway to her condo's door, their lips attached in a frenzied kiss, hands pulling clothes out of the way in haste.

"Key Arizona, key," Callie growled through their kiss, shoving the blonde up against the nearest wall. Arizona groaned at the forcefulness of the contact and rammed her hand into the pocket of her pants, searching for her keys. Callie's lips fell to her neck and suddenly she could no longer think. Her hand paused in her pocket, reveling in the feeling.

"Arizona, I swear to god, I will fuck you in this hallway if you don't find your key," Callie snarled through gritted teeth.

The blonde's legs buckled at the thought before she quickly composed herself. Scarring Mrs. Burton's son was one thing, scarring Mrs. Burton would be a whole other debacle. She finally found her keys in her right back pocket, slid out from Callie's grasp, and ran down the hallway to her condo's door. Before she could get the key in the lock and turn it, Callie had ripped her own sweatshirt off and was pressing her bare chest into Arizona's back.

"I'm not wearing a bra," Callie teased into Arizona's ear as the lock clicked.

Arizona turned to face Callie, taking in the sight of her half naked lover in the hallway. She groaned, turning the door handle behind her and throwing it open.

"Fuck, you are so goddamn sexy," Arizona growled, pulling the brunette into her condo and slamming her up against the closing door – both resulting in a loud slam.

Callie wasn't entirely sure how she'd ended up in the position she was in. Arizona rarely took charge in the bedroom, but god when she did, she really took charge. Callie was lying naked on the livingroom rug. Her right wrist was tied with an old scarf to the bar on the bottom left side of Arizona's TV console, and her left tied to the other side. Arizona was standing above her in an equal state of undress.

"I could stare at you like this all day," Arizona groaned allowing her eyes to feast on the helpless brunette below her. Arizona had already been watching her like this for a few minutes, admiring her handywork – every so often giving Callie a show and dragging her fingers up and down against her own clit, then bringing her fingers up to her mouth to lick them. Callie had just come down from her fourth orgasm, but the blonde was clearly still not satisfied. Arizona hadn't let Callie touch her yet, only giving her a sporadic taste from her own lips when she opted to kiss her. It was driving Callie wild.

"Just stare?" Callie asked with a smirk, lifting her hips off the ground and grinding them teasingly toward Arizona.

Arizona's mouth fell open at the sight, almost losing her power trip. No, I'm not done with you yet, Arizona thought to herself.

"Don't make me tie your legs up too," Arizona growled, kneeling down to sit on her knees between Callie's legs. Callie moaned again at the thought. "You know I will."

Arizona's fingers started tracing gentle lines up Callie's legs, feather light touches Callie could barely feel.

"Quit fucking teasing me," Callie quipped back, the heat between her legs starting to rise again.

"What do you want me to do then, Dr. Torres?" Arizona asked, her fingers reaching the apex of Callie's thighs and resting just along the edge where her thighs meet her center.

"Touch me," Callie answered, her voice sounding slightly needier than she expected.

"Mm, but I've already touched you," Arizona replied, leaning down over the brunette to kiss along her bright red chest. "My fingers already rubbed your clit," she licked a trail from Callie's right nipple up to Callie's neck and slid her fingers over the younger woman's clit, "they've been inside you," she let her fingers trail lower, thrusting two inside of the moaning brunette hard and fast, "they've been in your mouth," she withdrew her fingers and rose her hand to Callie's mouth. Callie immediately sucked both of the fingers into her mouth, licking them clean, groaning at her lover's actions and her own taste.

"They've been wrapped around your neck," she added, pulling her fingers from Callie's hungry mouth to wrap around the brunette's still flushed neck. She squeezed, placing an open-mouth kiss to Callie's lips.

"Fuck Arizona," Callie managed to cry out when Arizona let go. "Please."

"Please what Calliope?" Arizona asked, crawling back down the brunette's body to rest between her legs.

"Let me touch you," Callie growled, leaning her upper body upwards and tugging on the restraints her hands were bound in.

"Who said I was through with you?" Arizona asked, leaning down and swiping her tongue along the length of Callie's center.

"Fuck," Callie groaned again as Arizona rose to her feet and retreated into her bedroom. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Callie yelled after her.

"Patience, Dr. Torres," Arizona called from the bedroom. A moment later she emerged, hands behind her back.

She sauntered back over to Callie and grinned down at her, "You have to know how hot you look right now."

"Take a picture, it'll last longer…" Callie growled, still tugging at the restraints in hope that they would loosen.

"As fun as that sounds, I get the real deal," Arizona answered. "Now stop tugging at those, I knotted them three times, they're not coming off."

Callie growled again.

"You're feisty," Arizona quipped. Arizona moved to stand above Callie, her legs on either side of her. When her hands were out of Callie's line of sight, blocked by her body, Arizona moved her hands in front of her, placing something on the TV console.

"Arizona Robbins, you have me tied to your fucking TV console, you're naked, and wet, and…"

Arizona lowered her body, kneeling onto her knees above Callie's head, cutting her off by lowering her pussy onto Callie's face, "Shut up and make me cum."

Callie obliged as Arizona lowered her weight, her tongue darting out to make contact with her lover's body. She moaned loudly at the taste. At first, Callie couldn't keep a rhythm, her tongue was all over Arizona, licking her clit, sliding inside of her, biting her lips, sucking roughly at every inch she could reach.

"Fuck Callie," Arizona moaned, her hips bucking against Callie's face.

Callie could barely breathe, completely engulfed by the blonde above her, but she didn't care. She finally calmed herself enough to create a steady rhythm, her tongue swiping from side to side across Arizona's engorged bundle of nerves rapidly, pausing every so often to suck her clit into her mouth.

"Oh god," Arizona moaned, her hands flying forward to grip the edge of the TV console for support. "Yes, yes, fuck," Arizona moaned, her body starting to tense as her orgasm built. Her hips ground down harder against Callie's mouth.

Callie could tell Arizona was about to cum, so she stuck out and flattened her tongue, letting the blonde above her do the remainder of the work.

"Fuckkk," Arizona shouted with one final fault of her hips. The moans escaping her mouth were borderline criminal and Callie was helpless, only able to watch as Arizona lifted her hips and fell to the floor beside Callie. She laid there, watching as Arizona steadied her breath.

"Happy now?" The blonde asked with a grin.

"Happier," Callie corrected, tugging at the restraints again.

"Oh, you don't like it?" Arizona asked, sitting up beside Callie. "So you don't want me to continue?"

Callie shook her head quickly from side to side, "Nobody said that. Please don't stop."

"Good, because I wanted to try something," Arizona said with a smirk, leaning over to grab the object she'd discarded on the TV console behind them.

"What is - ?" Callie started to ask, pausing when Arizona moved back into her view, her question being answered. Callie gulped, hard. They'd never done this before.

"Can I?" Arizona asked, gesturing with the toy in her hand toward Callie's abdomen.

Callie gulped again, "Mhm."

Arizona's eyes lit up. It took her all of two seconds to turn the dark blue vibrator in her hand on and climb back between Callie's legs. Callie's hips bucked in anticipation.

Arizona smiled again, and guided her hand between Callie's legs. She ran the vibrator up Callie's thighs and toward her center, skipped over it, and drug it back down the other thigh. Callie's eyes fluttered shut as Arizona continued to tease her. Just as she was about to moan, the feeling stopped.

Callie's eyes flew open. Arizona shot her a sly grin and leaned back, bringing the toy up to her own body, and running it along her nipples until she couldn't take it anymore. Callie's mouth went dry, her lips hanging open to watch her lover. Arizona drug the toy down her body, stopping just above her pussy.

"If you shut your eyes, I'm leaving you here, tied up, all night," Arizona warned, sliding the toy onto her clit and crying out loudly in pleasure.

"Like I'd miss this," Callie answered in a whisper. She could barely speak at the sight before her.

"Good," Arizona moaned, turning the speed of the vibrator up a notch. She ran a few circles around her clit with the tip and then guided it toward her core.

"You are so hot," Callie groaned. "So so so hot."

Arizona smiled at the compliment and thrust the vibrator inside of her with one swift movement. Her head flew back at the feeling, a loud moan escaping her lips, "Callie."

The brunette was at a loss for words. Arizona was sitting between her legs on full display thrusting a vibrator in and out of herself, making Callie watch with no ability to touch her. The sight alone had Callie's clit throbbing uncontrollably, making her wonder if she squeezed her legs together tight enough if she could cum from watching Arizona alone.

Arizona lifted her head to look at Callie, their eyes locking for a moment before Callie's gaze drifted back between Arizona's legs.

"Yes baby," Callie told her, "Fuck yourself for me." The groan from Arizona let her know to keep going. "Harder. Fuck yourself harder. You're so goddamn sexy. Fuck."

Arizona obliged, dragging the toy out of herself and thrusting it back in harder and harder with each thrust. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Arizona repeated rapidly, her thrusts becoming faster and more frantic. "Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum."

"Rub your clit with your other hand," Callie instructed, having finally found some control to speak.

Again, Arizona obliged, lifting her free hand and placing it over her clit. She rubbed herself desperately, moans slipping from her lips as she lost any ability to control the pace of the vibrator in her hand. Her hips shot upwards.

"FUCK!" She yelled, pulling the vibrator from her pussy and tossing it to the floor as she fell over convulsing. "Jesus fuck," she added, taking a deep breath.

Callie let Arizona catch her breath before speaking, "Well, I can guarantee your neighbors heard that one."

"You think you're so smooth, huh?" Arizona asked, suddenly renewed with energy. She leapt up from the spot she'd fallen, grabbed the vibrator from beside her and climbed on top of Callie.

"Let's see how you handle it," Arizona retorted, sliding the vibrating toy into Callie's core with one fluid thrust and a wink.

Tuesday

June 22, 2010

9:02 AM

"Don't lie to me Mark," Lexie complained, looking up from her spot at the nurse's station in the middle of the ER floor. She'd been sitting at the desk for the last fifteen minutes filling in the remainder of her charts from the morning rounds she'd done with Dr. Hunt. Mark was standing over her, lurking, as usual.

"I'm not lying," Mark said with a wide grin, sitting on the desk directly beside Lexie.

"You are," Lexie told him with a laugh, "First of all, I'm not stupid. In case you forgot, I have a photographic memory, and that doesn't only apply to documents. I remember everything."

Mark shook his head, "I'm not lying Lexie!"

"I know when you're lying Mark," Lexie answered, dropping her pen from her hand after completing the last chart in front of her.

"Dr. Grey, how could you possibly say that?" Mark feigned aggravation.

Lexie shook her head at him and stood up, coming to his eye level thanks to him leaning back against the desk, "You're lying Sloan, and I'm going to find better proof and then I'm going to kick your ass."

Mark stood up and laughed, "Proof? How?"

"I don't know, but I'll figure it out!" Lexie demanded, turning to walk away from him.

"You going to stalk Dr. Torres?" Mark asked, sliding up beside the young doctor and wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

"No, I'm not going to stalk Dr. Torres," Lexie answered with a whine, "But I know it!"

Mark laughed, "You don't know anything!"

"They're screwing each other," Lexie answered, "And I know you know it. Why won't you just admit it and save me the embarrassment of following them around until I prove it?"

"They're not screwing each other," Mark lied.

"See! I know you're lying," Lexie retorted, swatting Mark across the chest. She turned and pressed her lips to Mark's with a grin. "You know, if you don't tell me, I have plenty of ways to make you."

Mark gulped, "Fine… fine… Maybe..."

"I knew it!" Lexie yelled just a bit too loud, cutting Mark off before he could finish.

"Knew what?" Callie asked, coming up behind the two doctors from around the corner.

Lexie and Mark both smiled, "Nothing!" The two doctors looked between one another sharing knowing, yet suspiciously guilty glares.

Callie narrowed her eyes. Opting to question Mark, as he was the easier target, she turned to her best friend, "Sloan… you've got three seconds to explain before I throw Lexie onto overnights and paperwork duty during her next rotation on my service."

"You wouldn't," Mark said eyeing the woman suspiciously.

"Oh yeah, that's right, no sex for you for a month," Callie responded with a wicked grin.

"You're screwing Dr. Robbins," Lexie interjected with a whisper.

"Excuse me?" Callie asked, taken aback by Lexie's confession, turning to knock Mark upside the head. Before she could, Lexie spoke again.

"Please don't put me on overnights and paperwork," Lexie begged. "I'm sorry. I – I'm not blind, okay? It's not even Mark's fault. He just didn't even have time to answer, but he at most confirmed what I already knew."

"Already knew?" Callie questioned. From the corner of her eye, she noticed the subject of their conversation start to approach. Callie shook her head softly, indicating that she shouldn't come toward them. But, it was too late.

"We were just talking about you," Mark said with a grin as he wrapped an arm around Arizona's shoulders.

"Good things I hope?" Arizona asked with a smile.

Lexie grinned, looking toward the ground, suddenly embarrassed.

"Lexie here thinks she knows something," Callie told her, raising her eyebrows as she spoke.

"Oh?" Arizona asked, not catching on at first, "Oh… Oh!" She said, realization finally dawning on her.

"Look, I don't think. I know," Lexie said. She lowered her voice to a whisper, "You two look like you're about to rip each other's clothes off every time you're near each other. And if anything, this whole interaction just confirmed it. You're either screwing or you want to be… so if you're not, just do it already because the tension is making everyone horny."

Both women gulped, looking at one another with guilty expressions painted across their faces.

"No one has said anything," Lexie added, smiling at her detective skills, "I've just spent a lot of time with you both lately, and I see things."

"You've seen things?" Arizona asked, her voice notably higher pitched than usual.

"Before Alexandra's surgery I was coming out of an on call room, but forgot my pager, so had turned back in to grab it, and when I was coming out I could've sworn I saw you kiss Callie's neck. I darted back in the room to splash water on my face because I thought I was seeing things," Lexie explained, keeping her voice low in case there were nosey eavesdroppers around. "After that, I just started paying attention, and… yeah."

"Fuck," Arizona mumbled to herself, looking at her feet. She hadn't intended to be so reckless about it, what if it was already going around the hospital? Every ounce of her being felt like running, but deep down she knew Lexie was safe. She was Mark's girlfriend, Callie's friend. Lexie was safe.

"Your secret is safe with me," Lexie told her.

"It's not a secret," Arizona said, looking up. Lexie is safe, she reminded herself, there's no need to hide. Own it! "I… I'm…. I'm not embarrassed by it. I – I'm not. I'm just not ready for it to be public knowledge."

"I mean, that makes sense since you're married and all… oh, shit, Callie, she's married to your freaking boss," Lexie whispered exasperated. "Are you insane?"

Callie didn't respond. This wasn't her story to tell.

"Lexie, shut up," Arizona said sternly, "You're going to attract attention."

"I'm sorry. I just – I repeat, are you insane?" Lexie asked.

"Christian and I are getting divorced… I – I am a lesbian," Arizona said after pausing for a few long moments.

Lexie internally kicked herself. This was wildly personal, and way deeper than she'd even expected. "Well, I'm just going to see if Dr. Hunt can help surgically remove my foot from my mouth…" She started looking around hurriedly for any sign of the redheaded doctor.

"It's fine, Lexie. Just, please keep this between the four of us," Arizona told her pleadingly.

"I would never. I just – I just knew Mark would know. He knows everything about Callie, I just – I promise, I would never," Lexie told her reassuringly, a hand on Arizona's shoulder.

"Thank you, Dr. Grey," Arizona answered.

"Alright, bring it in everyone, that's enough emotion for one day," Mark said, opening his arms to wrap all three women into a bear hug.

"Okay, okay, enough," Callie groaned, pulling herself free of the forced hug. "Don't you all have patients?"

"Yes, actually, that's why I was coming to find you," Arizona answered, pulling herself free. "The both of you, actually," she added. "Alexandra has progressed nicely, and I think she's ready to start with physical therapy to prep for her next surgery. I was hoping you, Dr. Grey, would go prep her family and take her down at the next available slot."

"And me? I'm sure you could handle that yourself," Callie asked, "Is it important? Hunt just called me down for an incoming motorcycle crash, 4 minutes out," she said, looking at her watch.

"No, nothing that can't wait. I've got a kid with osteosarcoma in his right arm. I was hoping for a consult," Arizona told her.

"Send me the details and I'll take care of it once I can," Callie promised, moving around the group to head for the OR doors as the sounds of sirens approached.

"I'm surprised to see you here," Arizona said as she walked in the front door to her condo late that evening.

Christian shrugged from his place at the kitchen counter, "I figured it would be better than talking on the phone." He too was surprised he was at the condo. When Arizona had suggested they speak in person, he was hesitant to agree, but ultimately decided that she was right.

She closed the front door behind her and crossed the condo to the kitchen, coming to stand opposite the man from across the counter. She looked down at the stack of papers on the table and grimaced.

"Well, that's a lot," she said, flipping the edge of the pages with her thumb.

"I know we never talked about this much before, but we have a substantial estate to divide," Christian explained with a small smile. "I was hoping we could talk about my settlement proposal that I worked over with the accountant."

"Yeah, of course. I'm not looking to get into a big battle with you, I'll just sign whatever you want me to," Arizona explained, lifting the papers to start skimming them.

"We've been married a long time Arizona, there's a lot to consider here. With giving you the condo, and paying off the rest of the mortgage, I take a little more from our trust, but the asset division should be roughly equal," Christian explained, ignoring her statement. "We can't just sign off on an agreement, the Court won't accept it."

"The Court has to accept it? What if I want to just give you everything? I cheated on you, I lied to you, I ruined this – not you," Arizona said, putting the papers back down.

"Arizona, please, can we please not do this?" Christian asked. "There's only so much I can take… just being around you is – please?"

Arizona was shocked at the display of vulnerability from her soon-to-be ex-husband. "I'm sorry. Okay. What do we need to talk about? This is a lot to read through."

"Most of it is legal bullshit. I need you to look over the document titled Exhibit C – it's a list of our personal property. There aren't many things I want, but they're all listed there if you could just confirm you're okay with it all?"

Arizona flipped through the stack of papers until she landed on Exhibit C. She quickly looked through the list, nothing in particular stood out, "I'm fine with this. Just let me know where to have it all delivered, and I'll take care of it next week."

"Thank you. I know I make a bit more money than you, but with your $485,000 salary, I would assume you're not seeking spousal support?" Christian asked.

"No, of course not," Arizona answered, slightly taken aback by the question.

"All that's really left to figure out then, is our debt, our bank accounts, the joint account, our retirement accounts, the trust, and our properties," Christian answered, reaching for the papers and pulling out Exhibit A. "This is my proposed division, and this is of course, not the only option. I had Larry draft it in a neutral fashion, making sure we both benefit equally from the estate."

Arizona took the spreadsheet from Christian and began scanning its contents. At the top, Christian had listed out all of their debts: a joint credit card, their respective car loans, and the mortgage on the condo. Below it, payments cancelled out the $5,000 in credit card debt leftover from their move to Seattle, $4,300 to payoff Christian's car loan, $15,000 to payoff her car loan, and $1,350,000 to payoff the remainder of their mortgage. Below this, their assets were listed: the trust with roughly $7,000,000 left in it, their respective retirement accounts with roughly $200,000 each in them, their cabin in Breckenridge, Colorado, and Christian's families home in Maryland. Christian had allocated himself $4,000,000 from the trust, his retirement account, and the home in Maryland. He'd allocated Arizona the cabin in Breckenridge, $3,000,000, and her retirement account. Below that, Christian had given them each their own bank accounts, and split their joint account in half. Arizona expected the calculation to end there, but below the allocation of their estate was a second trust titled L. Weston Trust, and a bank account Arizona had never seen before. The trust contained another $2,000,000 and the bank account carried a sum just over $20,000. Both were allocated to T. Weston.

She looked up but didn't speak.

"Arizona?" Christian asked, "Say something."

"What is this?" She asked, putting the paper down and pointing to the trust and bank account.

"This is why I wanted to do this over the phone, you know how I hate awkward conversations," Christian said, looking down, "but I guess it's also why it was probably best we did this in person."

"Okay," Arizona said, dragging the word out, waiting for an explanation.

"I hope that you can show me the same respect I showed you when you talked to me about everything," Christian started. He waited for a nod from Arizona before speaking again, "T. Weston is my son… you're not the only one who had an affair."

Arizona froze. Not from anger, but from utter confusion. "When?"

Christian looked up uncomfortably, "It was in med school. I – I know a lot more than you think I do."

"What are you talking about Christian?" Arizona asked, genuinely confused.

"I know you've been having an affair with Dr. Torres," Christian answered truthfully. "Or, at least I assume that's who you had an affair with."

"What the fuck are you talking about Christian?" Arizona asked, anger rising.

"She's the person you were in love with before you met me. I knew that, back then, that you – that you had loved a woman," Christian answered.

"How?" Arizona questioned. She had been so careful. After everything had happened with her parents, she'd been so cautious – only talking about her feelings with Timmy.

"Back when we first started seeing each other, you used to ask for her when you drank too much. You never seemed to remember the next day, so I never really thought anything of it," Christian answered, "It wasn't until I caught you, one day, in the quad – I always wondered why you left for class so early, and I followed you one morning… and I watched you sit there and stare at what was a very young Dr. Torres… I put it together and realized you used to date a woman… I didn't care, I just figured you were bisexual, or it was a one-time thing. But, I – the night before our wedding, I caught you looking at old pictures of you and Dr. Torres… I – I just kinda lost it. And I slept with some girl at the bar, and she got pregnant. I have a son, Tanner, and the trust supports them, and the bank account belongs to my son. He's 9."

Arizona was shocked. She'd never expected this. Not from kind, sweet, charming Dr. Christian Weston.

"Arizona, are you okay?" Christian asked minutes later. Arizona had stood, borderline catatonic in the kitchen, for a bit too long for comfort.

"You have a son?" Arizona asked.

"Yes."

"And you support him and his mother?"

"Yes."

"Does he know about you?"

"Yes."

"Have you met him?"

"Yes."

"Are you a part of his life?"

"As much as I could be."

"Who is his mother?"

"A single mom, a former med school classmate."

"Do I know her?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"Tanner was your patient… is your patient, technically."

Okay, now I really need to pack and move and stuff, so this was mostly just to appease everyone wanting more … and to get us allllll set up.

But, Lexie knows now! Who else may have seen them?! Is Arizona gonna freak out? Hmm, so many questions.

Let me know what you think!