AN: This is for you guys who're still reading, enjoying and wanting more :)


I hadn't planned this night to evolve like this. I actually hadn't planned on doing any of the things I've done to night besides going to Lexie's release party and enjoy a night out. It had been a spur of the moment to take a detour at the corner where the flower shop is located. Because truth be told I haven't been able to stop thinking about the blonde babe who was good enough to find Lexie her blue roses. It has been all sorts of weird and amazing having my head full of thoughts about the woman I've come to known as Arizona Robbins thanks to my good friend Google. Unfortunately I haven't found a reason to drop in and request yet another bouquet and that's why I found myself making the detour. Maybe my luck would shine and make sure I got a glimpse of the pretty blonde. Without knowing what my explanation to why I suddenly would pass her shop would be, I turned and crossed my fingers hoping she would be there. And my luck hadn't ran out because there she was. Golden locks, tired smile and sparkling eyes as she closed the flower garden for the day.

And now, now she was actually standing next to me in the toilet line. It's surreal and not at all how I had thought my night to turn out. But thank God. Because if I'd known I would be kissing Arizona Robbins I maybe wouldn't have pursued her in the first place because she's so out of reach for me. Or so I thought. Why would a successful florist like Arizona give an orthopaedic surgeon with a history of broken marriages and relationships the time of day? I really don't know but nonetheless here we are, drinking and kissing and having a good time. Thankfully.

Having said our goodbyes to the gang which by the way acted all crazy and inappropriate, we headed for a pub. Turns out Arizona is more of a beer kinda girl and that's totally my luck.

"Your friends are amazing, Callie," Arizona breaks my trail of thoughts as she fidgets with my hand in hers. "But I can't believe they're surgeons," she chuckles.

"Well, me neither," I smirk as we follow the line step by step.

"They're just… just so-" Arizona starts.

"Drunk?" I finish her sentence. We both crack and start a fit of laughter. And boy, do I love that sound. The sound of joy resonating in the god forsaken toilet queue. Lexie Grey's pure voice can't hold a candle to what my ears are being served right this moment.

"Yeah, that's the word," Arizona chuckles. We follow the motion in the line. It's Arizona's turn next up and suddenly I feel the urge to kiss the special woman again. Can I? Yeah, what the heck.

Smashing my lips upon the blonde's, I feel the Earth move. Again. And if the world were to erupt this second, I wouldn't even know. And I wouldn't care. Because my lips have finally found home.

Arizona deepens the kiss as a woman pushes herself into the space between Arizona's body and the wall.

"See you in a bit," Arizona states with a smile before leaving my lips and my heart wanting more, yearning for her touch. It isn't normal, heck it isn't healthy, I'm sure. I know, I'm a doctor for crying out loud. I know addiction when I see it. And I call it. This could end really badly but the potential for this to be something very, very good wins. I need to pursue whatever this could turn out to be. Maybe it's a chance to be happy. Maybe it's the chance. Am I brave enough to embrace it and go with the flow? Or should I run now before Arizona gets entirely under my skin? I need a sign. Because that's just who I am. A woman who's been in way too much chaos to truly put myself out there. But I'm also a woman who believes in love and second chances. So please, God, give me a sign.

Arizona enters the booth but before locking the door, her eyes captures mine. And without even knowing it, Arizona starts a forest fire inside of my body. And that's… that's the only sign I need. This is it. I'm going for the win… the win being Arizona and whatever she's willing to give me. And man, I hope it's more than just casual flirting. I need more. The question is… is it something she'll want as well? The more thing? I sure hope so. My heart cannot take anymore heartache and chaos.


Sooo this is me. Standing here. Outside a flower shop. Hands full of flowers. Or more like a plant. But oh. my. god. What the hell am I doing? Bringing a florist a plant. But I had a meaning with giving Arizona this kind of plant. Because it's funny and it's relevant. And it felt like an awesome idea at the moment. But now, not so much. I feel stupid. I can't enter a flower shop with a plant and say "hey, last Friday was amazing. I fancy you. Like a lot. Okay, see ya around. And of yeah, would you like to go on date with me?" I simply cannot do that because what kind of crazy person would do that? It's ridiculous.

"Are you gonna come in orrrr?" A man's voice slices through my thick self-shaming. I shift my stare at the plant in my arms to a snarky face, finally realizing that I'm stood right in front of the entrance to the shop.

"S-sorry," I try, stepping aside giving the man room to move past me.

He passes me and pulls plants upon plants in his arms, carrying them inside the shop. The bell signals the door's opening and leaves a space for me to look inside. And there she is. Arizona. Behind the desk as she ties a small ribbon around a bouquet of lilies. Her hair is framing her face in the most sensitive way, almost like soft waves in the ocean. I can almost feel the breeze. And she does it majestically. Looks like she's been doing it her entire life. The way she cuts the stems, then the ribbon only to curl it around and tie a rough bow. Leaving the bouquet rough in the brown paper but delicate with the bow and the pastel coloured ribbon. All of these pictures run through my eyes in matter of seconds and then the door closes again. Then there's yet again a glass surface between us. Looking at the plant in my arms, I set it aside and enter the shop. I don't know what my excuse to be in the shop again will be now without the plant, but I'll take it as it come.

As the doorbell rings again, Arizona's eyes land on the door, hence on me. "Calliope," the sound of my name being cast from wall to wall between flowers and plants and soft jungle music. Calliope… I've never been a fan of the whole being named after one of the Greek muses, but when it falls from the mouth of Arizona, it's kind of great. Almost angelic, almost.

"Hi," I croak out as I walk toward the counter. "How're you doing?" I try the casual way. Smooth, Callie. Wow.

"I'm fine," Arizona smiles while making her last finish to the lilies. If only I were the one to get such impeccable attention from Arizona… okay, Torres, stop yourself. What's gotten into you? This state of mind doesn't fall easy to me but somehow I can't seem to stop myself from humiliation. "How about you? What brings you here?" Okay, the smiles Arizona is throwing my way now is just plain evil. And something tells me that she is very aware. The blonde takes a small paper card from the drawer and starts writing something on it. So, okay, now is your time to act cool and show your funny ortho bones. Say something!

"I was just in the neighbourhood and wanted to catch up on, you know, my occasion-card writing skills and found your shop the place to be," I play, resting my arm on the counter as I watch Arizona still writing the card but also catching up on my playfulness in the corner of her eye. Those pretty, pretty blues. Almost like the blue roses, but so much more.

Deeming her work done, she hands me the card, waiting for me to accept it…and read it, I guess.

"It's not okay to read other peoples' mail, Arizona," I try reasoning. No such luck, though.

"You don't," she shrugs. "Here, read it."

"But… it's not for me. You just wrote it for… I guess some kind man who wants to make his wife happy because maybe he once again forgot their anniversary or actually this day, this day he finally remembered it and wants to celebrate it buying the love of his life flowers, and uh, maybe chocolate as well," I go on and on as I reach for a box of filled chocolate and place it next to the bouquet. "Or maybe it's a whole different kind of occasion. Maybe it's a sad one. Maybe someone, oh no, maybe someone died. Lilies are the flowers of death, right? Maybe someone draw their last breath and their special someone wants to send them off with the beauty of the lilies because it was their favourite or maybe-"

"Or maybe they are just flowers for the sake of flowers," Arizona interrupts, placing a hand atop mine. The warmth shoots right through me. "You read a lot of books, don't you?" she smiles.

"Busted," I speak behind my teeth, a blush creeping onto my face. The heat in my body is threatening to burst into a fire caused by humiliation and shyness. What's the matter with me? I always seem to put myself in these kinds of situations. One minute I'm all badass and tough, the next I' a hot mess feeling insecure and picturing me all sorts of events from books and movies. One would think that I don't have a life, spending all my time in the fictional world. But that couldn't be more far from the truth because I really work like a crazy while I dream about having the time to read more. Because it couldn't hurt bringing more love into my life, it's fictional, I know, but it's love. I take whatever I'm being given.

"Thought so," Arizona grins while placing a chaste kiss upon my cheek while nudging me to read the card. "Read the card, silly."

"But it's not for me, Arizona," I say softly as I feel the roughness of the cards surface on my fingertips. "I can't read other-"

"Will you stop and just read the card," she deadpans and now I do as she says. I have a feeling that the blonde's anger is nothing to take lightly.

I nod and open the small card. The heat inside my body now gets company by the warmth of surprise. The card, the words and… the flowers, they were actually for… me. Or so I think.

Since I don't know your favourite kind of flowers, I just went with the prettiest kind today.
I like spending time with you and I'll spend day upon day finding out which flower is your fav.

xx – Arizona

Ps. Do you like art?

Finally letting the words, the sentences and the realization sink in, I let go of the stiffness that somehow has had the hold on me. And it feels amazing. All of it. I look up and catch the view of Arizona smiling brightly at me.

"So, no deathly flowers, Callie. Just me wanting to let you know that you're awesome."

"I'm-"

Interrupted by the doorbell, a man from before comes crashing into the shop. "So, when did we accept the Aloe Vera plant-order?"

"Uhm, what?" Arizona looks confused.

"What I just said. There's a humongous Aloe Vera just outside. Next to the orchids."

"It wasn't there this morning," Arizona clarifies as she rounds the counter, taking the few steps to reach the door. Bending down, Arizona lifts a big Aloe Vera plant into her arms. Pot and all. And then it hits me. It was me and my shenanigans, trying to be funny with a healing plant because I'm a doctor and all. But maybe it's just not that funny. Maybe it's just plain medical humour, I don't know. The man clearly isn't feeling the vibe but okay, he doesn't know it's from me. Actually he doesn't even know who I am and what I'm doing for a living, so maybe he's excused. I don't know anything right now. I'm just feeling dumb and clumsy but it doesn't matter because Arizona is grinning. No, she's clucking. Nah, she's actually laughing. The sound is making me dizzy… in a good way, though.

"This is your doing, isn't it, Callie?" Arizona gets through between her fit of laughter.

"Ah, so this is the famous Callie?" the man ponders out loud.

"Don't" Arizona snaps, sending him a glare that means business, I'm sure. She quickly closes the distance between us, placing the giant pot atop the desk. "I get it," she grins.

"You do?"

"I do!"

And then she seals our lips in a soft lock, sending my mind and my heart on a shaky but amazing trip.


AN2: Thank you for reading and for still wanting to know more about the girls in this alter universe!