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 crazy nurse that stalks all the doctors.
AN: Thanks for all the reviews. And to the comment about weird German people hahaha wow, well hopefully as time goes by we will get an insight on why Callie is Arizona's one and only.
Chapter Three
"Calliope…"
"Calliope? Are you high? No one calls her that, are you done with the filing?" Mark asked Arizona. But she couldn't will her lips to answer him; instead she just nodded her eyes still trained on Callie.
"Oh Mark so harsh, so early in the morning." Callie said slightly bumping her arm with his. She turned, looked Arizona directly in the eye, and offered her hand, to which Arizona took feeling the electric feeling, "None of that Calliope stuff, Callie Torres, and you must be Marks junior?" she smiled. Not getting an answer from Arizona, she raised her eyebrow, and now feeling very awkward because they were still shaking hands. She let go of her hand.
"What are you stupid? Or have you now all of a sudden lost your voice? Which I would find very hard to believe because you were a fireball this morning." Mark said a little annoyed. He didn't want Callie to think he had hired Arizona just because of her looks, she wouldn't be too happy about that.
"uh I am sorry. Just a little star struck." She said forcing a smile. She offered her hand to Callie, but she didn't take it, she looked Callie in the eye and saw nothing but emptiness, indifference, sighing she decided to answer "Arizona Elizabeth Robbins, it's a pleasure."
"Well welcome to the firm Miss Robbins, at Torres we strive for excellence every single day, this is a winning firm, I believe you made the right choice joining us. Mark shall we?" Callie said ushering Mark towards her office, not trusting herself to stay around Arizona for long without breaking down.
Arizona looked at Callie laughing at something Mark said, she felt something hit her cheek, something wet. It couldn't be a tear because Arizona does not cry anymore, so then why was there water coming out of her left eye? She wiped the water in her face, and slowly followed behind Callie and Mark but made sure to keep a distance, she was about to enter the office with them when Callie spoke.
"uh Mark why is your associate following us?" Callie asked with a bit of an annoyed tone.
Mark took out a couple of dollar bills, put them in Arizona's hand, "Get me scone with the coffee you brought for me this morning, ow and get yourself something too." He winked at her.
Annoyed and hurt that Callie didn't say anything while her partner treated her like an his personal assistant, twisting her lips in an annoyed manner. She may be hurt, devastated and feeling rejected but she did not spend those many years in law school to be someone's assistant, and she sure as heck did not reject all those offers to be Sloan's lapdog, "I am not your assistant, you can get your own scone and coffee. I don't mind doing that every once in a while but I was hired on merit and excellence, I'm hoping to use the skills I have and have been taught on actual cases, not picking up some coffee and photocopying." She replied angrily.
Callie lifted her eyebrow determinedly, before Mark could answer Callie spoke "Now you listen, and you listen to me very carefully Miss Robbins, you are a toddler here, a small three month old who can hardly sit up without any help. You know absolutely nothing about this industry yet, you are still fresh off college, you might have been number in your school world but this is the real world. We are here to give you skills, to challenge you, put you in tough, difficult and unpleasant situations. And you – you are supposed to take each of those with your chin held high, and Mark and any of the other partners are going to give it to you, and you have to take it in your stride without any complaints. If Mr. Sloan over here says you go and buy him coffee you jump at the opportunity to buy him coffee. You were chosen because of how good could they claim you are, 'best of the class', but don't be fooled Miss Robbins we DO NOT NEED YOU, there are many other suitable candidates better then you. Now you either buy the damn coffee or leave." At this point Callie was fuming, she walked calmly into the office, to which Mark followed close behind.
Arizona stood outside the office shocked to the core of her being, she had never seen Callie so angry and hostile especially towards her. Callie didn't even pay any attention towards her, she acted like she didn't even know who Arizona was, she talked to her like she was a complete stranger. Arizona couldn't believe that Callie was doing this to her. Was this what she worked for her entire life, to have the door shut in her face? Her face was now wet with tears, these were definitely tears.
"Welcome to Torres and Associates" a smirking Karev said to her, he walked past her laughing. Everyone at this point was staring at her.
The airport was a mob scene. Callie was met by an efficient young man in a three piece business suit who escorted her from her car to her own private lounge.
"Your pilot is running fifteen minutes late , in setting up the jet, I apologize for the huge inconvenience Miss Torres." He said apologetically as if he were personally responsible. "Can I get you a drink. In the mean time?"
Automatically she glanced at her watch. It was past noon. "I'll have a J & B on the rocks." She decided.
"Coming right up Miss Torres."
Leaning back she closed her eyes. Another lightening trip to London. She hoped to close this deal that would take her firm places very fast. She needed this deal. All she had to do was go over a few clauses with Frans Genero of Moccho Oil, who insisted she fly down immediately that day. Well he was too eager, so Callie knew that there was something he wanted and she had a feeling it was not good.
She arrived in London at ten in the evening, drenched from the long emotional day, from having a panic attack, to having to relive her life in Miami by seeing Arizona, by having to keep up the façade of not knowing Arizona, and now the long flight she had, she was ready to hit the sack and do her favorite activity in the world. SLEEP. She entered her princess suite of one of her father's chain hotel, in the east of London. Everything was just how she liked it, rich thick raw colors, it had a homey vibe, fresh red and white roses were in each corner of the room, her bed was scented with some fresh lavender, white bedding, red couch with gold trimmings, she loved the suite. It even had a beautiful modern silver themed kitchen.
She took a long steamy shower in the exquisite hotel bathroom, she flopped on top of her bed naked, lazy to even get dressed. Bleh. She was sleeping naked tonight, she was very tired, but she just couldn't get her brain to stop working. Arizona, Arizona. Arizona. Arizona. That's all she could think about. So drinking a bottle of vodka was what she would need to sleep tonight, oh well "Skyy here I come" She mumbled to herself, calling room service.
Callie woke up at noon the next day, feeling like she just got hit by a truck that came from nowhere. Her eyes were puffy, her nose felt like it grey five inches, the side of her face had pillow marks, and she wasn't sure all her senses were working. She just wanted to stay in the hotel room, the whole day and eat chocolate filled marshmallows. She really regretted drinking that vodka last night. She had a meeting with Genero at two p.m. and she wasn't sure she had enough time to look like a decent human being, right this moment she looked like a walking zombie.
She got out the bed showered, wore her white fitted knee length dress, which had a corset top, not only was this dress tight but it now showed a lot of cleavage. Well at least people can look at the boobs not the face she thought to herself. She put on her makeup, made sure to do a red lip, so people wouldn't look at her puffed up eyes. She went downstairs to the hotel bar, ordered a shot of Jack Daniels while she waited for Genero to arrive.
The law was supposed to be clean. But somehow it was the complete opposite, it was so dirty and ruthless. Getting into this contract with Maccho Oil was going to be dirty, she could feel it deep within, but if there was anything her mama taught her was how to play with the bad boys in the mud and not end up dirty.
Genero rocked up thirty minutes late, typical Callie thought. "The beautiful and sexy Miss Torres" Genero said in his British accent as he approached Callie. He was a very short man, Callie was going to look like a giant standing next to him, especially because she was wearing six inch Jimmy Choo's. He must have been in his late sixties, with a balding scalp.
"Mr. Genero, you are thirty minutes late. Not that I don't mind waiting for a man, but I have a five o clock flight that I have to catch. So if we could quickly rap things up here, sign the contract and we can do pleasantries later in the year." Callie said quite sharply.
"Well you a fast one aren't you? Well lead the way to your room." He said.
"I have the papers her with me you can sign right here." She said shortly.
"Well we at least could get some privacy don't you think?" he winked.
"Sure why not?" Callie led him into the lifts and into her room.
"Nice suite you got here he said admiring the view from the huge glass window. Pity you couldn't make full use of the room, if you know what I mean?" he said suggestively. Callie really was not about to ask him what that meant she wasn't in the mood to entertain such nonsense. "You know Miss Torres you a very sexy woman and you have no idea what that dress you are wearing is doing to me." He said walking into the kitchen.
"I really need you to just sign the contract coz I –"
"Well before I sign maybe you could do me a favor first, we both know what having us as clients in your firm will do for your company in the long run. So just a little favor of thanks would be nice don't you think Miss Torres?"
"And What would that favor be exactly Genero?" she said in a low seductive tone, dripping of sexiness as she came closer to him.
"Suck my dick. A little blow job before you leave. Those lips look perfect I can't imagine what they can do down there. Get on your knees and suck, I don't want you to miss you flight." He said with a smug on his face.
Callie didn't even hesitate, she got down on her knees, unzipped his zip, she pulled his pants down, and saw that his manhood was ready for her, with one look up to the man she gave him a seductive smile, and with one fast move she bit him, she made sure to bite his manhood, hard and twist. He fell on the ground screaming in pain, he tried kicking her but she stood up and stabbed him on the neck with her stiletto. She looked him in the eye, seeing the physical pain he was in.
"Don't you EVER try and fuck with me. I am Callie Torres and no one and I mean no one fucks with me. I am leaving right now, but I'm going to leave the papers on top of the table, you will sign them and courier them to me in New York before Monday. Do you understand me?" she said glaring at him. He nodded slightly.
"No one fucks with me and I just forget about it." She said before she spitting in him and leaving the suite.
