AN: Thanks for all the follows, favs, reviews and PM's, I really appreciate them. I'm trying to give you guys fast updates because I know that I will be starting classes soon and I will be very busy.
I am moving away from the normal and predictable personalities of their parents that you find in almost every fic.
Chapter six
When Arizona had left her house Callie thought she would at least feel relieved, but all it did is make her feel even more paranoid. What was she doing in her house? Did she come to plant something a camera or listening device of some sort. She just couldn't shake this nervous feeling she had. All she felt was unsettlement, and she couldn't sleep because her head was going crazy with different scenario's. She was pacing in the living room, not knowing what exactly she should do.
She kept wondering what Arizona wanted from her, when she bumped into her in the corridor at work that day she didn't know what to do, she didn't know how to act around the blonde, the next thing she remembered doing was shaking Arizona's hand and introducing herself. She didn't mean to act like she didn't know the blonde, because she knew it was going to be a lie that she would have to live with every time she entered the office. And she didn't want her life to be a lie. There was already enough lies she had to say in court, her life wasn't something she wanted to include in those lies.
Drinking the rest of the bottle of wine Arizona had opened she went upstairs hoping to at least get a wink of sleep before work tomorrow, but she had a feeling that wasn't going to happen. When she entered her bedroom, she was shocked to find it clean, no clothes on the floor, she couldn't see any of her shoes, panicked she opened her closet door and was relieved to find all were clothes were in there. Then who moved her stuff? Oh Arizona "Freaken thoughtless" she said out loud while taking a couple of shoes and two dresses with her back into her bedroom, she carelessly threw them all around on the floor and bed. She made sure that she always left some sort of mess in her bedroom because she just needed something in her life that wasn't perfect.
Her entire life she was always deemed Lucia Torres' perfect daughter. Her sister was the mediocre one, she was the perfect one. She was smart from a very young age, she was talented. She could; sing, act, dance, she was very popular at school, had a lot of fake and genuine friends, she was in school productions, school choir and every society wanted her. She was always top of her class with grades at school, she had boyfriends, was rich but her mom made her work for everything she has. Her dad had given her a trust fund worth fifteen million dollars on her first year at Harvard, but her mother immediately took it away from her saying she didn't need it, she donated it to various charities and women at the workplace groups. She said she needed to make her own money, but she let Aria keep her trust fund saying she needs the extra push, whatever that meant.
So in her entire house it was perfect, presentable but also comfortable and felt like home, her room on the other hand always looked like a tornado hit, and she loved that. Knowing that Arizona had been in her room, was in a way comforting, she had dreamed years back of her and Arizona living in their cute little house, and the blonde always complaining about how messy the room was. She had so many dreams back then, but now she could hardly recognize that old Callie. She knew that she wouldn't be sleeping in this house that night and she needed sleep, because she hadn't slept in hours, she felt exhausted especially after the flight. So she picked up her phone.
"Hey Mark" she said weakly.
"Come over." With that he hung up, he could just hear from the tone of her voice that something was wrong, and he knew she needed him. Callie didn't bother packing an overnight bag because she was always at Marks place, she even had her own drawer, with shampoo toothbrush and everything. She took her handbag, and locked up her house and took a cab to Marks place which was twenty five minutes away. She entered the house with her key that he had given her immediately when he moved in, she made her way upstairs to his room, she found him lying there under the covers, with lights switched off with only the side lamp turned on. She put on her tank top and pajama shorts and got into bed.
"I'm tired of running Mark" she said to him with him spooning her from the back. Silent tear marks treading down her face. "Then you just stop." He said.
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When Arizona came to New York she knew what she was in for, she knew that no matter what and no matter how long it had been, Callie would still be angry at her. But she was determined to make everything right. She promised herself that she wouldn't give up no matter what, but right now she was thinking of just packing up and giving up everything and going back home to Miami. She was unhappy. That's all it was a feeling of unhappiness. She didn't want to wake up in the morning and go to work, where everybody hated her for a position that was useless, she didn't want to go to work and be Mark's personal assistant and most importantly she didn't want to go to work because she didn't want to see Callie.
After leaving Callie's house that night she realized how wrong it was to have entered Callie's personal space without her being there, so the next morning she went to bring her coffee because even if though they hadn't spoken in years she was sure the brunettes love for coffee hadn't changed. But when she got there, her door was locked and no one answered when she knocked, when she got to work, she could see Callie through her office door, but what she didn't realize was that it was easier to get a hold of Callie if you were out of the country than inside her company. No one except Sloan, Addison or Cristina went into her office without an appointment. She tried her going into her office but Callie had changed her password, tried knocking at her house but instead all she saw when she got there were men from an alarm company installing alarms in the brunettes place. So now Arizona was sitting inside a toilet stall eating her lunch, feeling completely alone.
She felt like she was living a pretend life because every time her parents called her she had to lie, and tell them all the amazing stories she made up in her head of New York and the exciting cases she was working one, it was now taking a toll on her life and she didn't know what to do. She was about to leave work for the day and she was the elevator, feeling tired and worn out she hardly noticed when someone stepped into the lift. Looking up, blue eyes made contact with brown, and it was either now or never, she thought. She got up from the back of the elevator and pushed the stop button since it was only her and Callie in there.
Callie couldn't believe what was happening, but she decided to calm down, and pay no attention to Arizona, she tried going forward to press the release button but the blonde blocked her path. Crystal blue eyes met fiery brown ones that would make anyone run, but the blonde was sick and tired and needed her life back. "Calliope" she said in a calm cool voice, expecting an answer or at least a reaction but getting none she carried on.
"I know you are still angry and hate me, I get that, but I am sick and tired of you acting like you don't know me. I am so tired of you pretending that we didn't have a past. I know going into your house was completely wrong and I am so sorry about that Callie, but you have to believe me when I say I didn't do anything, I wasn't there on any agenda. I just missed you that's all. I need you to un-taint me please, I am lonely, sad and unhappy here. I came to win you back but I'm not even sure that there is a Callie to win back." She sadly finished, then pressed the release button. They got to the reception and Callie stepped out without looking back, while Arizona stood inside the lift not being able to move feeling defeated.
Callie got outside of T & A and tried gathering her thoughts and herself for a minute, after making up her mind. She dialed a familiar number.
"Mark? Your junior is out of the dog house, but make sure you keep her on a leash, I don't want to be cleaning up any of her messes. Make sure she stays the hell away from me, hope we are clear on that one." She hung up and hailed a cab and went home. She needed to go shopping and clear her head, because she actually felt an emotion towards Arizona when she was crying earlier on. She wasn't exactly sure what emotion it was but whatever it was, she didn't like it. She didn't want to feel anything towards her. So now she was going to shop, or she could visit her favorite Chanel store, but it was in Paris?
She called her assistant to make sure that her jet was ready for her, then after she dialed her best friends number. "Addison…..what would you say if I said we are going to Paris in an hour and only bring yourself because I need some retail therapy, and you will be getting free clothes?...that's what I thought" she said laughing when Addison screamed in her ear.
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"Robbins." Mark shouted as he entered his office early that morning surprising Arizona because he and Callie hardly walked in before ten. "Yes, boss man?" she said with a slightly annoyed tone, while following him into his office.
"How familiar are you with abuse case?" he said opening his laptop. "Well we dealt with a few in law school but I did a few articles at E and Y, when I was working there on spring break." She answered curious as to where this conversation was going. "That's impressive, the fact that you have been exposed to them in real life, that's good because we are doing a case pro bon, and" he picked up a brown thick file. "This is your face case, Mrs. Bradlow suing husband and wants custody of kids, but she doesn't work and has no means to provide for them. Claims husband has been physically abusing her and the kids. So how does she tackle this? Puts husband in prison then that means no income, or just sue him for damages and child support? I don't know that's your case now. Up to you to figure out" he said giving her the file.
To say Arizona was shocked would be an understatement, she had the file in her hands but couldn't move any muscle in her body. "Yo-you giving me a case?" she squealed. "Yep. Don't you think it's about time?" he said with an arched brow. "Thank you, thank you so much Mark." She screamed excitement shining in her eyes. "Don't be thanking me, you out of the dog house, but don't mess this up ok? Now get out of my office." She immediately jumped up and bounced out of the office. Finally the blonde thought, now was her chance to prove herself, maybe Callie was finally coming around.
AN: might put up another chapter later today. Ooooh happy valentines day to all my fic family 3
