Calzona, Mid Season 6
Callie spotted Mark in the hallway and trotted up to him. "Did you do the thing?" She whispered.
"What?" He asked.
"You know..." Callie asked, her gaze darting around, "The thing? In the elevator?"
"You know, there are lots of things I can do in the elevator," Mark snarked.
"Well, apparently not with Lexie..." Callie muttered.
"What?"
"Nothing! You did the thing, right?"
"Yeah. I did the thing. AND I brought the other thing!" He handed her a small gift bag. "Happy now?"
Callie peeked inside. "Yes. Very. Thank you."
"You're welcome. Now I'm off to mope. Good luck with your... thing."
Callie smiled after him. Poor Mark, he was still having a hard time getting along with Lexie with his newfound daughter Sloane around. She hoped they could work it out.
But anyway...
She checked her watch, Arizona's shift would be over in half an hour, she had to get in position.
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Arizona bit her lip and sighed, waiting for the elevator. It had been one of those days where all you wanted to do was go home and cuddle on the couch with something warm. She had two critical patients, and another with a poor prognosis despite her good health now. Arizona hated bad news days.
To top it off, Callie had been avoiding her today. She'd spotted her lurking about the surgery board, and speaking in hushed tones with Mark.
She didn't know what it meant.
"Dr. Robbins," Bailey said, standing beside her.
"Hi," she replied but continued to stare straight ahead. Just a few more minutes and she could be home with a bottle of wine and a warm blanket, watching the cooking channel or something similarly undramatic...
Would this elevator ever come?
'Ding!'
Finally!
She stepped toward the opening doors, but suddenly Miranda was in her face. "Uh... Dr. Robbins, I have a question for you," she started.
"I can't, Bailey, I just want to go home. You can ask me tomorrow." She began to walk around Bailey.
"Uh, no. This can not wait," she blocked her.
"Bailey! I'm off the clock! I am going home to a glass of wine and a comfy couch! I had a really bad day. Two of my patients are critical, and one is dying unless she gets a miracle transplant! So, no... I am not answering any questions!" Arizona tried to step around Bailey but was blocked again. Peeved, she tried again to maneuver around the wider woman, but Bailey was a blockade, barring her from the elevator.
"What are you doing? That's my elevator!"
"No," Bailey shook her head. Her arms held the door open. "This is not your elevator."
"I pushed the button."
"Well, you need to push the button again, because this is not your elevator."
"What, are you trying some Jedi mind trick?"
Bailey gave her a look.
Arizona scoffed and pushed the button again. What the hell was going on?
'Ding!'
The second elevator rolled up and the door opened. Arizona glanced at Bailey.
"Well, go on... That one is yours."
She heaved a weary sigh. Sometimes her co-workers baffled her. Shaking her head, she strolled into the elevator.
And right into Callie.
Seriously?
"There you are!" Arizona exploded. "You've been avoiding me all day, and don't try making up some excuse, I saw you with Mark making secret- Is that an elf hat?" Callie leaned over, pulling the 'stop' button on the control panel behind her. But all Arizona could see was the green and red hat with little jingle bells atop her girlfriend's luscious black locks and her soft lips. "You're wearing an elf hat."
"Mm-hmm," Callie grinned. She dangled a small white gift bag in front of them and reached in. "This is for you."
She barely saw it as Callie put it on her head, but the little white puffball gave it away. "A Santa hat?"
"Santa baby," Callie hummed. She nodded above her, and Arizona followed her gaze.
"Oh, mistletoe..." she smiled.
"Yeah," said Callie, her dark eyes glowing delightfully. "I love Christmas. And I've been working hard... All year. All day... for just this one... little thing."
"Yeah?" Arizona asked, burning with desire. Usually, she was the one with the big moves... but Callie totally took her off guard, and now all she wanted was...
"Santa baby, hurry down the chimney..." Callie hummed as she leaned in.
When their lips touched, everything melted away. Arizona forgot about Bailey and Mark, her patients, her bad day. She forgot about the wine and the comfy couch. All she knew was right in front of her. Arizona pressed deeper, harder, and her passionate lover responded in kind. "Oh my God," she gasped when they came up for air. "That was... I can't even... Callie, you..."
"Hm," she smiled, pressing the stop button to start the elevator again. "Let me take you home, wine... a comfy couch... and all the mistletoe... you want."
"Down the chimney?"
"Down the chimney."