Amelia
I've just checked in on my last patient. I don't know why I even bothered, I could barely listen to a thing they were saying. I'm hoping my bedside manner wasn't too shabby. There's just too much running through my head.

I walk towards the waiting room and find Arizona sitting in a chair next to her ex-wife. It makes my stomach flip. Am I seriously getting feelings of jealousy already? Am I allowed to be getting jealous? They're talking seriously. Arizona's face is stoic and Callie looks as though she's been crying.

"Do you need a few minutes?" I ask, sensitively. Both women turn to me and stand up. Callie tries to straighten herself out and hide any evidence of tears. She walks past me quickly and Arizona is left with a blank expression. "Hey, what happened?" I ask, taking her hand.

"James Blake is Penny's brother," she says, almost robotically.

Oh, my God. It's Penny's brother? This has got to mean that he targeted Arizona specifically, but why?! She stares into space for a few moments before catching my eyes with hers. "Can you take me home, please?" She whispers, looking at me with pleading eyes. So much has happened today, she must be completely drained.

"Of course," I say, squeezing the hand I'm still holding. "Come on."

Arizona
As we walk towards the exit, I can feel myself getting emotional again. I grab Amelia's arm with both hands and hold it close to me as I walk. Without flinching, she continues to lead us out. I'm so glad she's here with me. I'd probably still be in the supply cupboard having a panic attack if she wasn't. Tears are stinging my eyes, yet again. I've had enough of crying. I've done too much of it in the past two weeks. I'm so bored of feeling tired and sad. I just want to move on and get on with my life. Now my attacker has been caught, hopefully that process can begin.

...

Amelia
The drive back is quiet. Obviously, I'm not surprised by this. She's come face-to-face with the man who tried to rape her. The man who drugged her with so much shit that she could have died. I just want to make her feel better. I want to do anything that's going to make her feel a little better. Then, all of a sudden, it hits me. I know how to make her feel better. At least for a little while.

"We missed our turning," she says quietly.

"We're making a quick detour," I say with a reassuring smile. I drive down a familiar route and park up in a side street. "We've got to walk a little," I look at her and she smiles at me. God, it's so good to see those cute dimples.

"What are you up to?" she asks, intrigued.

"You'll see," I say as mysteriously as I can. I help her out of the car and lead her down a deserted path into the wooded area that I've been through so many times before.

"Are you about to murder me?" She jokes. I smirk at her.

"Not if you promise to keep this place a secret," I fire back.

Soon, we're through the trees and come out into the clearing. The ground has turned to sand and the smell of the sea fills my lungs. I found this secluded part of the beach when I first moved to Seattle. I'm fairly certain we're the only people who have ever been here. Recently, anyway. There's a fallen down tree in front of us that I've often used as a seat when I've needed to clear my mind. I turn my head to look at the stunning woman next to me. Her eyes are sparkling, and her mouth hangs open slightly.

"It's beautiful," she says, staring at the sea.

"Yeah..." I trail off and find myself studying her beautiful features yet again. I try to shake any inappropriate thoughts from my mind and focus solely on making her feel better. "Limitless," I say, hoping she remembers our conversation from the other day. Her smile tells me she does. Suddenly, she grabs my hand and drags us both towards the sea.

"We're getting in," comes the determined sentence.

"What?!" I come to a sudden halt, but that's not going to stop her. She kicks off her shoes and paddles into the sea.

"Ah... it's freezing!" She says making me laugh.

"Of course it's freezing! It's the middle of November! Arizona, you're going to get hyperthermia!" I'm trying to tell her off, but the laugh that's coming out with my words means that it's having no real effect. She kicks water my way and manages to soak me from head to toe. "Oh, that is it, Arizona Robbins!" I take my own shoes and coat off and run into the sea myself, kicking water back. She screams excitedly and before long, it's all out kick-splash war. We're both laughing that giddy kind of laugh that you can't stop or control.

Suddenly, she lunges herself at me in an attempt to topple me over. I manage to grab hold of her and we both drop into the freezing ocean. We are both completely drenched now, and, despite the shocking cold brought by the sea, we are still laughing like lunatics. We're sitting facing each other. Arizona has a mischievous look spread across her face. She starts batting waves my way with her hands. I leap towards her and grab both of her wrists, stopping her assault. And, suddenly the laughing stops... because my lips are on hers and the playfulness has turned into passion. As my hands move to her waist, she wraps her arms around my neck. The kisses are different this time; quicker, but still full of tenderness. As she deepens the kiss, I pull her onto my lap so that she is straddling me. When I feel her tongue graze past mine, I rub my hands up her thighs to her ass. I pull her closer, thrusting her hips towards me and I feel her shiver. She's turned on, and so am I. This is, hands down, the hottest make out session I have ever had. But, now she's stopped. She leans her forehead against mine, and we both try to get our breath back.

"We... we should stop," she says, breathlessly. I don't like that plan. I pout before placing gentle kisses on her neck and she throws her head back. "Y'know... because... the sea... cold..." One of her hands finds its way into my hair and she tugs slightly. I bite my lip to suppress a moan. I look into her eyes. They are full of desire. I don't think I've ever been more aroused. She leans in to give me one more lingering kiss before pulling back and tucking my hair behind my ears. We give each other that knowing smile for a few moments before we stand and walk back to the beach, arm in arm. Once I feel the sand turn soft beneath my feet, I spin her around to face me and kiss her again. It seems I can't get enough. I lay her down in the sand and press my body against hers, continuing the kiss.

Arizona
Every nerve on my body is standing on end. Amelia has this uncontrollable effect over me. I want her to go down on me right here, right now. But, something's not quite right. Though my mind is mostly clouded by lust, there's a little voice in the back of my head telling me this isn't the right time. Maybe it's because we haven't really acknowledged what this is.

"Wait, wait, Amelia!" I say, maybe a bit too quickly. I think I've panicked her.

"I'm sorry... Are you okay?" She says, uncertainty sketched over her face. I smile and lean up to give her a reassuring peck.

"I'm really, really horny," I whisper with a teasing smile. "But, I think we need to slow down a little."

"Right... you're right we should," she sighs.

Amelia
Reluctantly, I peel my body off Arizona's and stand, helping her up along the way. She smiles and kisses me again. I could really get used to this.

Her whole body shivers as a gust of wind rushes past us. I pick up my previously discarded coat and drape it around her shoulders.

"C'mon, we'll put the heating on full blast in the car," I say before we head back through the trees. We get into my car and try to warm up.

The drive back is quiet but comfortable. We can't seem to stop smiling at each other. Before I know it, we're back at Arizona's house. I walk her to the door, hoping for one more kiss before I have to go home.

"You should come in," she starts. "Get some dry clothes. It's the least I can do," she says, sweetly.

"Arizona, you and I both know that if I go into that house, there's going to be no clothes involved at all!" I state.

"Is that so?" She raises her eyebrows at me with a smirk.

"I wanna take you out!" I blurt out. Smooth, Amelia. I compose myself a little before rephrasing. "... Would you like to? Go out with me, I mean... on a date." Okay, that wasn't any smoother. Why am I so nervous all of a sudden? A few minutes ago we were about to have sex in the middle of a beach, and now I'm worried she's going to say no to a dinner?

"Hmm, I'm going to have to think about that one..." Is she kidding? Oh, God. Please be kidding! "Okay, I've thought about it..." She pulls me into that kiss I was looking for. When she pulls back, she looks at me intensely and I completely melt. She whispers seductively: "I would love to go on a date with you, Amelia Shepherd."