Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me, they are Shonda's. Although if they did belong me, Lauren would've been hit by a bus, Mark wouldn't be dead and I would be the main character in Greys. Yes I love myself LOL.

AN: To correct a couple of things. Callie is 9/10 years older than Arizona. I have taken into consideration all your reviews and p.m.'s so I hope this chapter is better.

Chapter Two

When Callie Torres took her morning constitutional she invariably followed the same route. Straight out of her lavish penthouse on Sixth-fourth Street. Across Park to Lexington. And then a brisk walk along Lexington for several blocks. She enjoyed her morning routine. At seven a.m. the streets of New York were crowded and in the early hours the weather was usually bearable. She always stopped for a Danish at her favorite coffee shop, and then picked up a newspaper from the corner vendor.

As far as Callie was concerned this was the most pleasurable hour of her day, it was quiet in a funny New York buzz kind of way. Except when Lucia Torres visited from Los Angeles, which was not as often as she would have liked. When Lucia came into town her morning stroll was put on hold while she spent hectic mornings with her going over difficult, exciting cases, the type that lawyers shy away from, the ones that seem like a lost cause and there is absolutely no way of winning them. Those were the only cases her mother dealt with, she never took on an 'easy' case. She gave herself fully to her work, and she made sure that she won each and every single one of her cases. Failure was definitely not an option if you were a Torres. That's what she was taught from a very young age; to always be number one, second position was for failures, idiots, wanna-be's of this world. She missed her mom maybe she should call her once she gets to work.

As Callie picked up her morning newspaper, from the corner vendor, she immediately looked across the street where her offices were situated. She saw a lone figure facing the tall building, her knees shaking, talking to herself? Curious, she walked a bit closer to get a better view. Blonde curly sun kissed hair. Nope can't be her. Hot sexy tight ass. Nope not her. Those beautiful toned milky legs, those stilettos are definitely doing them justice. Yep that is definitely Arizona Elizabeth Robbins, and Callie couldn't keep denying it. Even from behind she was still looking as stunning as she always was.

At this point Callie was not only starring, but literally drooling, was it even legal to be turned on so early in the morning? By just the back part of a person, without even seeing the front part? Wait….what was Callie thinking? She and Arizona don't mix, never did in the past and weren't about to anytime soon. Thinking about the past gave her the chills, she couldn't go back to her past, she had blocked out all those memories, and now they all kept flooding back all at once. She wasn't supposed to be feeling like this, she wasn't supposed to still be affected by her like this, especially because of what had happened between them, all of a sudden she just stopped, and everything just stopped. She couldn't breathe. She needed to breathe. But she just couldn't.

"Ma'am are you okay?" a random person in the street asked Callie, sensing that she was struggling to breathe. Not getting a response from Callie, the woman gently led her away from the road, to a secluded area near the shop without a lot of people, because there was now a little crowd of people gathered wanting to see what was happening. "My name is Jenny and I just need you to breathe for me okay? I need you to inhale, then exhale "showing her the motion as she was speaking, "Can you do that for me?"

Callie could see the woman speaking but she couldn't hear exactly what she was saying, she could see that the woman was inhaling and exhale in a slow motion. Breathe Torres breathe. That's all that you have to do.

Jenny could finally see movement showing that the woman was now starting to breathe. "Okay, that's good, that's very good. Now I have a water bottle with me, so you can have a sip, not a lot though, don't want you choking. Alright?" Callie nodded. So Jenny handed over the water bottle over to her.

After taking a couple of sips and having gotten her breathing back in control, she handed back the lady her water bottle back. "Thank you so much. I just lost my breath there for a minute." Callie admitted feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it, it happens to everyone every once in a while. Now that you feeling a bit better, how about I take you home? I can hail a cab? You do know where you live right?" Jenny said with a bit of a chuckle. Callie shook her head. "You don't know where you live, oh my! Did you perhaps hit your head before?" she was joking before about not knowing where she lived, now she was a bit frantic.

Callie chuckled a bit at the now frantic woman, "No, no, I do know where I live, but it's not necessary for you to take me home. I live nearby, and as you can see with the outfit" she said pointing to her lose fitting purple gym vest, short biker shorts that were black with purple pockets and her favorite Nike Air running shoes. "I can just walk back."

"Absolutely not! I am not leaving Callie Torres in the middle of the street, not knowing that she is safe and sound at home." She smirked seeing the shocked look in Callie's face. "What? You can't have the kind of reputation that you have and appear in newspapers every week and then expect people not to know you. Although I must say I prefer this Callie. You know, the one without the make-up, stilettos, tailored suits. You look….different but none the less beautiful." Jenny said smiling, seeing the mixed emotions on Callies face.

Expecting her to say something, but got nothing from Callie, Jenny hailed a cab. "Shall we?" she went in the cab, and Callie followed in.

'You can do this. You can do this. You can do this.' Arizona kept saying to herself, standing outside the tall twenty one fall building. She was now going to be a junior associate in one of the best companies there are, working directly with the infamous Mark Sloan, she had heard a lot about him but never really paid much attention to what she read because she knew better then to believe everything in the papers. Today was the day she had been waiting almost ten years for. She got good grades at school, made sure that she passed her Bar outstandingly, worked hard in Harvard law, and was top of her class even. She made a name for herself, she had offers from almost every firm, giving her everything she would ever want.

But Arizona wanted Torres, and only Torres. This is why she was standing here in the freezing cold, well not really freezing, since six a.m. just willing herself to go in. She wanted to be Callie's associate, but apparently 'her royal highness' didn't work with juniors, so Arizona went for the second best closest to Callie, and she had to settle for Marcus Sloan. Who based from her interview with him wasn't going to be much of a mentor because during the whole interview he kept starring at her boobs. But she didn't care too much about that.

"Are you going to go in anytime soon?"

"Excuse me? Who are you?" I asked this rough looking guy, who was dressed in an expensive looking suit but somehow, the suit looked cheap on him. He was carrying a cup of coffee, and a briefcase. So I guess he definitely works here, just my luck.

"Alex Karev, and you look like you are about to pee yourself. You look new around here, so I bet you are Sloan's junior? If I were you I would get my ass across the street and get him a black double espresso, and run back very quickly before he gets to his office. But that's what I would do, but you can stand here all day if you want." With that he threw away the coffee cup he was drinking on the floor. And in to the office building.

After about a couple of minutes, I walked across the street and bought the espresso. Taking Karev's advice wouldn't hurt anybody right? I walked into the building, and pressed the button to the twentieth floor where Sloan's office was. Finding his office wasn't as tricky as it was directly in front of the lifts. The office building in itself was exquisite. The exterior was just pure glass. Looked like any normal building, the reception was warm, welcoming and inviting but still has a dash of elegance with shiny metalistic desk and huge modern red and white painting, sealed with a big sign written TORRES.

The minute I entered the twentieth floor, I could just smell her. I knew that Calliope's office was in this floor, everything just screamed Callie, from the deep chocolate walls, fresh white and red roses in every corner and touches of the smell of lavender made me feel at home. I went straight to Marks office, surprisingly his receptionist was already there, actually as Arizona looked around almost everyone was here, and it was seven in the morning. Wow I guess, early bird gets the worm kind of work environment. I'm going to love it here.

"Are you Marks new associate?" the very chipper red head asked me, seeing my confused look.

"uh yes that's me, I'm Arizona Robbins." I smiled warmly.

"I'm April Kepner, marks assistant, it will be great working with you. You can wait for him in his office, he should be here in three minutes and twenty five seconds."

"okay." I replied, walking into his office. His office is not only huge, but so manly, glass walls, glass table, glass chairs. Then the typical stuff, signed shirts of football stars, autographs, the usual man stuff.

After a couple minutes Mark walked in. "Blondie, bright and early wow I am so shocked. "He saw the coffee on the table and took a sip, "mmhm just the way I like it, might just decide to keep you around." He winked at me.

"Aren't I just so lucky." I answered sarcastically. "It's a pleasure being able to work with you Mr. Sloan." I offered my hand to him.

"None of that Mr. Sloan stuff here, unless we in the bedroom." He smirked. I arched my eyebrow, making sure that he sees that I find none of what he is saying to me funny at all. This is going to be a long day

"So 'Mark' who can I expect to be working with while I am at Torres and associates? Do I only report to you or what?" I asked casually, hoping he will mention Callie.

"You answer to me, you basically my lap dog, I say jump you ask how high." He said while typing something on his phone.

"I am not your lap dog, I am your associate. Nor am I your girlfriend, so there definitely won't be anything happening in the bedroom. So I can handle some of your cases for you an-"

He started laughing, "Cases? Are you serious? You a first year and it's your first day on the job, and you already asking for cases. Haha that's very funny blondie. Torres will love this." He typed something on his phone. He then handed me a folder with some papers. "Photocopy this for me, and file it, you may now depart from my office." With that I was dismissed.

For three hours I've been stuck in the case files room, filing the hundreds of papers Mark gave me. Only three hours into my first day and I was already tired, these shoes also weren't helping. I filed the last paper, finally, I stood up, and left the room. As I stepped out the case file room, I heard that laugh, one that I hadn't heard in years. The one I craved to hear for years. She looked turned back, and mistakenly bumped her back on to Callie, and soon their eyes met.

"Calliope…."

AN: I'm curious, what do you think their first meeting will be like. Also why do you think happened between them? Don't forget to Read and Review XOXO