Hey guys! This is my first published fanfic and I will be working on it in my free time for the next however long it takes to get it where I'm happy with it. Hopefully I can update regularly and often, that's my goal at least. This is a spinoff of The Proposal, a favorite of mine. It will follow along the same plot lines, but there will be a lot of differences and things to make it more Calzona and have some cannon in it. This story has not been Beta'd yet, so any mistakes are my own. Happy reading!


All characters, aside from OC, belong to Shondaland and Shonda Rhimes. The plot line which I am guiding this fic on belongs to the writers of The Proposal. Only original content belongs to me.


Callie Torres was a powerful woman. No, she is a powerful woman, but maybe a little less powerful in the presence of the current panel of immigration officials that sat in front of her. Callie came to America from Mexico as a child, made a great and successful life for herself, 'without the help of my good for nothing parents' she thinks ruefully, and yet, becoming an American citizen never seemed that pressing of a matter. A mistake she is paying for right now in front of the judging and questioning eyes of the immigration officials.

"Mrs. Torr-" the man sitting in the middle of the group of three begins before getting cut off by Callie.

"It's Dr. Torres, please don't make that mistake again, Mr. Meyers." She says as she gives him a look that gives no room for argument.

"Yes, of course Dr. Torres. As I was saying, your work Visa is coming upon its expiration, and what that means for you is that you have about 2 months before you will be facing deportation." He finishes with a look of seriousness, but a hint of fear remains. People don't tell Calliope Torres what to do and get away with it.

"This is complete bullshit! I have been in this country since I was 5 years old! I've done more in the past 25 years for this country than most citizens will do in their entire lives, and now you're telling me that I'm going to get deported back to Mexico because of some piece of paper expiring? You have to be fucking kidding…" She stares back at the table of officials. The two women on either side of Jason Meyers have yet to speak and she looks at them almost pleadingly, but they do their best to avoid her gaze. Looking down at the table Jason hesitantly begins to speak,

"I'm afraid not Dr. Torres. I know this can be scary, and complicated, but the law is the law, however unfair and nonsensical it is in cases like yours. I am truly sorry, but you must do something or else you will be facing deportation by the end of August."

Her head drops and she stares blankly at the hands in her lap. Callie had overcome a lot in her life, and she never looked back on any of it with pity or regret, everything happened for a reason and she had come through all of the shit shining like gold. But this… she didn't know how to come through this on the topside. She looks up and locks eyes with Jason, slowly taking in a deep breath she begins to speak,

"I…I understand. As hard as it is to comprehend how this is happening to me, I do understand the implications. Now, what do you suggest I do? What are my options here, Jason?"

"Well, you can attempt to become a naturalized citizen of the United States, but the likelihood of completing that process before the deadline is very unlikely. While I can't recommend or advise you to do this, one option is marriage." He ends hesitantly, gauging her reaction.

"Excuse me? What do you mean by marriage?"

"Well, if you were, hypothetically, to marry a naturalized or born citizen of the United States, you would be awarded full citizenship for as long as the marriage should last. Which, again hypothetically, would give you time to go through the citizenship program…" He says this all with a sort of cryptic but hopeful tone. He really did like Callie, she was a much better person than some out there who would never have to step foot through doors of this office. They had their citizenship handed to them, and they definitely did not use it to the betterment of society. This woman had been through a lot and now she had yet another hurdle in front of her. Should she be deported, much of her life would be wasted. Her gift for orthopedic medicine would likely not be taken seriously in Mexico. She may not even be able to practice there, and even if she were, it certainly would not be what she's become accustomed to in the US.

"I think I understand. Well, if it works for you all, I really would like to get out of here and try to figure out how the hell I'm not going to get kicked out of the country in 2 months." She says it with a tone of humor, but it's clear to everyone that she's trying to hide her fear.

"Yes Dr. Torres, you are free to leave. Should you need any further advising or have any questions, please feel free to contact me. And please do consider everything I've said in your decision-making process. Though unappealing, you do have options that can make a difference here. Good luck, Callie." He finishes with a smile, but the look in his eyes tells her that she really only has one option, and she better take it.

"Thank you, Jason. I appreciate your help. I'll be in touch."

She rises from her seat and shakes their hands. Collecting her jacket from the back of the chair, she heads out the doors and into her vintage T-Bird. Taking a seat behind the wheel she releases an unsteady breath, a small tear rolling down her cheek. So much work, so much blood and sweat and tears, so many hours and so much heartache had gone into creating this life. And now, a stupid piece of paper was going to take that away from her. But Callie Torres was a fighter and there was no way she was going down without one hell of a fight. This fight might just be a little different than what she was used to, though. Picking up her phone she dials a number she's only used in very rare instances. She listens to the ringing with a tightness in her chest. Has her life really come to this? The ringing stops abruptly as the person on the other end picks up. Callie releases a ragged breath and runs a hand through her dark hair,

"Yeah, Robbins? It's Callie. I've got a bit of a problem and I might need your help…"