AN: Okay, so don't be scared. It's been forever since I uploaded anything or actually since I've written anything Grey's-related. But it's no joke, it's here. A new update for a story I neglected to finish. And now you probably wonder why finish it at all? Why finish a story which circulates around Callie and Arizona when they're no longer on the show and the latest stories I wrote featured Arizona and Eliza? Well, it all comes down to the fact that I recently rewatched the entire show and the awesomeness that is Calzona once again ran throough my veins, so I got inspired. I don't know if this community still lives because well, yeah, I haven't been here in years myself. But here goes nothing, maybe you like it. Maybe there's still readers out there wanting to have a wee Calzona-fix. If that is the case, enjoy


Here I'm sitting. Lacing fingers with a stranger. A stranger I've dreamt of the last couple of weeks, of course, but still a stranger. A beautiful stranger, though. Taking the surroundings in, I'm quite amazed. It's not just because of Callie, it's a mix of me somehow along the way being pulled into a woman's private circle and the sound of Lexie Grey's voice that's mesmerizing my poor heart with its sweet, sweet lullaby. And of course the whole setting with all the people enjoying themselves, the bartenders' good vibes, the light cast by chains of little lamps in different colors and the smell of alcohol and drinks. It's really all just very, very good.

"…If you want me I'll be in the bar," Lexie's voice fills the room and my heart. Without knowing why small drops of tears slowly run down my cheeks. Or actually I do know why, I just wasn't prepared, is all. If someone were to ask me when I woke this morning if I'd feel like this at the end of the day, I'd laughed hard at them.

"Arizona, are you okay?" a whisper breaks my inner monologue. Callie's sweet whisper nonetheless. And boy, am I okay.

"Mmmh," I croak out as I turn my head to look at Callie who's looking more beautiful than when I first saw her in my shop. But this time both sadness and confusion covers her face. "Really, I'm okay," I assure her with one of my significant smiles.

"But you're crying," she squeezes my hand.

"…Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine. You taste so bitter and so sweet. Oh, I could drink a case of you, darling…"

The voice, the lyrics, the intense guitar music and all my emotions, and not to mention this spontaneous meet-up, have all just messed me up in a way I would have wished different. It's not like I like showing the woman I've come to be infatuated by all the messiness of mine. But it's done. It's happening. So I'd better own it and try to get the best out of the situation. Alex would for sure laugh his ass off and Teddy as well, if they were here. I need to make everybody here know that this is a sacred secret that's never gonna leave this room. I'll never hear the end of it, that's for sure.

"It's okay. It's just… the song," I shrug a little as I as well tug her hand. And without knowing why, without thinking, I lean in and place a kiss on her smooth lips. What the hell am I doing? I'm not allowed to kiss Callie Torres. I'm in no place to do so. Or am I? The smoothness of her lips send a shock down my entire body whilst a warmth spreads throughout my whole being. And the best part? Callie uses her free hand to cup my cheek and deepens the kiss. I cannot control anything right about now. My heart sings, my soul soars and all the while Lexie is still playing up there in the illuminated space. It's quite magical, if I must say so.

"I remember that time you told me, you said, love is touching souls. Surely you touched mine," all the words spilled from Lexie Grey's perfect vocal-accords and the sudden kiss with the woman I haven't been able to get out of my mind lately, all mix up inside of my, creating a stability I haven't felt like in a million years. It's terrifying but it's also so, so good and welcome.

Needing to breathe because Callie Torres' kiss isn't enough, we unfortunately part. Our eyes lock instantly as we both process what just happened. Callie's lips curl into a huge smile which reaches her eyes. Those chocolate eyes which sees right through me even though it all sounds like a big cliché. But clichés exist for a reason. They are real. My own mouth is smoking too, my whole face is actually. And if there'd been an x-ray machine around, Callie would see that my heart is smiling as well. One of those ginormous smiles which won't ever cease to exist. I can feel it. I feel it in my entire body. A feeling that's rare to me but it's the feeling. I just know it. It's terrifying but it's also all kinds of good things. Good and confusing emotions. But the question is… am I ready to dig into those emotions? Will I ever be?

"Sooo… I hadn't seen that one coming," Callie finally speaks, a soft chuckle leaving her throat as she does. Oh my, she's amazing. She's like that kind of flower that seeks the sun more than others. A flower which wants the sun and needs the sun to stay fully awake and alive. A flower I cherish a great deal.

"Uhm, me neither," I grin, popping my dimples. "But I didn't mind, though."

"Since you were the one starting in all, I wouldn't think you'd mind," Callie softly laughs as Lexie grey finishes her song, the last keys resonating in the room. People all applauses the young woman and her music, clapping their hands in support. Some even whistle and shout kind words toward the scene. I suppose the show's done now. I really couldn't think of a better song to finish off on. It's perfect. A perfect cover, the perfect soundtrack to my life, I guess.

"Well, you didn't seem to mind," I chance as I send her one of my big smiles, crinkling my nose. I turn toward the stage and join the crowd in the applause. Because truth be told, Lexie Grey deserves all the applause and all the whistling and all the clapping. It was an amazing concert. And I'm sure she'll hit one of those radio hits one day. Her voice is butter and the crowd is the bread. Or to speak in my work lingo; her voice is the bouquet and the crowd is the water. It's just a very good and important combination.

"Nope," Callie smirks.

Suddenly I sense a round of applause and whistling aimed at us and not at the performer on the stage. In unison we turn around and find both Cristina, Meredith and Mark fistpump and woo-ing while sending silly faces our way. It's palpable how much these people are engrossed and involved in each other's lives, I can tell from only having known them for a short amount of time. It's just very visible and remarkable.

"Oh, shot up," Callie shoots their way with a laugh. Cristina rolls her eyes, Meredith wags her eyebrows while mixing a cocktail, and Mark just send a handful of smirks and thumbs up. They're obviously a great and supportive gang.

"Great friends," I chuckle as I once again lay my eyes on Callie. The smile I receive in return is enough to end me just there at some random singer/singer-writer concert with a group of goofballs mixing drinks.

"The best," Callie replies. "Weird, loud, nosy and supportive, just like I like them. Most times," she shrugs while laughing.

And right there I know. Right there it's clear to me that I really need to get to know Callie and all there is to know about this gorgeous and warm woman. Because it also hits me… I don't know anything about her. Not what she does for a living, how she likes her coffee or even if she likes coffee. I don't know if she prefers chocolate over chips or if she is more of an ice cream kinda girl. If she lives nearby in an apartment or in a house, if she shares a home with someone or the entire goofball bartenders. If she prefers theater over movie nights, if she is a bookworm or sports nerd. And most importantly, which flower that makes her happy. I want to know it all. Really, just everything about this woman that makes and defines her. Boy, I hope it's an opportunity she'll give me.

Once again I take a chance and go with whatever feelings flying around my body this instant. Pulling her carefully in by her wrist, I place a chaste kiss on her lips. "Wanna go and get a drink with me?"

Callie tries to find her footing yet again after our kiss, her mind slowly catching up with the represent and my request. The smile that forms in her face is ginormous and oh so addictive. "Yes!" We both look back at the bartender crowd that's balancing lemon slices atop Marks forehead, Lexie having joined the squat by now. She waves at us and we return her friendly gesture in almost an unison. Then we share a look of understanding. One that kind of scares me because I feel like I know what Callie is thinking and at the same time I think she knows what I'm thinking too.

"One drink!" the words falling from both of our lips. It's freaky but it's funny as well which makes us chuckle.

"One drink with the crazy surgeons, and then we find another place. Okay?" Callie asks as she tugs at my sleeve and pulls me toward the bar.

"Surgeons?" I ask confused. What? That group of crazy people cannot be doctors, can they? Today the world is upside down but I think I like it. No I actually love it. This day sure didn't turn out the way I thought when I woke up this morning, and thank God. It turned out so much better.

"Oh, yeah," Callie smirks. "I'll let you in on the stories but first… let me introduce you to the woman of the night," she smiles as we join the group.

I know she means Lexie Grey whom actually performed quite marvelous on the stage and even did a perfect cover of my favorite song, but to me the woman of the night sure isn't Lexie. Far from it actually. And not just this night but all the nights to come. Well, that's what my heart hopes for anyway.


AN2: So there you have it. You still want me to continue this story or has the Calzona-ship sunk ages ago?
Also, the song Lexie covers in this chapter is Joni Mitchell's beautiful song "A Case Of You" 3