Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy, I just borrowed the name of the characters for entertaining, no intention to violate any copyrights.

A/N: Just realized I skipped the first date, sorry guys. I'm working on a dancing night in later chapter, please be patient.

Once again, thanks to my wonderful beta Pha, you are the best!

Chapter 12

"I still cannot believe I'm dating someone with money, so rich that has hotels named after her." Arizona was sitting on the stool next to the breakfast bar, watching her date prepared dinner for them.

"Can you drop it already? I told you, it wasn't my money, my parents are rich and the hotels were named after them." Callie said while she held up a piece of tomato in front of the blonde, who happily opened her mouth to take it.

The two had been dating for two weeks, but the doctor was busy with regular duty, and the project for the clinic with Bailey ate up quite a lot of her time as well. And due to the working hours of the bartender, they didn't get much time together, just those two days from two weeks ago, and several stole time in Horizon during the night.

Today Bailey decided that she should actually spend some time with her son, so with no meeting after work, the PEDS surgeon was free for the evening. As soon as she texted Callie about it, the Latina grabbed her coat, and headed to the market to get the stuff she needed to make a home cooked meal for their date tonight.

"I mean, you don't look like those spoiled rich brats, flashing their expensive outfits and jewels, driving around with ridiculously expensive cars. You are here, in your kitchen, wearing your apron, making dinner for your girlfriend, not hiring some fancy chef from some fancy 4 star restaurant to cook for us."

Callie stopped slicing the tomatoes and looked up to stare at the woman with a smile. "Girlfriend, huh? So I am making dinner for my girlfriend?"

Arizona froze realizing what she just said, her lips slowly turning into a smile. "Well, I don't know about you, but I plan to make you my girlfriend, and I'd say you already are… so yeah, I am your girlfriend."

The Latina put down the knife, grabbed a towel to wipe her hands clean while walking around the breakfast bar towards her new girlfriend. Stepping in the blonde's personal space, she placed her hands on either side of Arizona´s lap, and looked lovingly into the blue eyes, "I like the sound of that." Their lips met leisurely.

Arizona wrapped her arms around Callie's neck, there was no hurry in this kiss, they cherished each other's lips slowly, as if touching the most precious porcelain in the world, love conveyed through their lips and neither of them wanted to let go.

However, the buzz from the kitchen timer popped their little bubble. Callie pulled away slightly and whispered to the blonde "I should get back to the dinner, don't want to starve my girlfriend."

But Arizona didn't let go, she even brought her legs up around the Latina's hips, "I don't need food when I have you in my arms."

"Sweet talker… but I don't want to burn the rolls." Callie pecked pink lips one more time; then tried to wiggle away from the blonde, but the woman just tightened her grip. "Arizona, let me go, I have to take out the bread from the oven." She just locked her limbs firmer and the dimpled smile went wider on her face.

Realizing that she wasn´t getting out of the lock so easily, to Arizona's surprise, Callie leaned down to put her lips against the cream crook of the neck in front of her…

"Ouch… you bit me?!" Arizona jumped and loosened her grip; the biter took the chance to run towards the oven to save the rolls.

"That should teach you a lesson." Callie smirked.

"What lesson? That my girlfriend is a biter?" The blonde faked an angry look while rubbing the mark left on her neck.

"Yes, I bite, prepare yourself."

"Oh, can't wait." Arizona picked up her glass and took a sip wine to clear her thoughts. "How is the thing in New York going? Did the lawyer… get the thing settled?"

Callie didn't stop the tasks in hand, "They said George rejected the idea of getting an annulment, so we are facing a divorce. The lawyer already filed the application, but it seems the whole thing is much more complicated than I thought."

"He refused to sign the divorce papers?"

"Yup." Callie turned off the stove and started to serve the food.

"Have you… talked to him? Tried to convince him?" Arizona really tried to act cool, but the way she finished her glass of wine so quickly said it all.

"No I haven't, I haven't contact him myself since I left the apartment that evening." She walked over to the dining table with two plates in hand, returned to pick up the basket of rolls and a bottle of wine. "Come on, let's drop the topic and eat."

"I just hope that can be settled soon, then we can all move on." Arizona followed her to the dining table with her empty glass in hand, and sat down with a pout on her face.

Callie refilled the glass before she sat down next to the blonde, and tried to kiss the pout away. "If you decide to keep that pout on your pretty face, I am going to blow off the candles and take my plate to the couch. I could eat my dinner with the TV by myself."

"I just…."

"I know, but that is not an ideal topic during a candle light dinner. Now show me your enchanting dimples, and let me tell you how lovely you look tonight." Callie took her girlfriend's hand to kiss it tenderly and leaned in to kiss her lips when she saw the blonde´s dimpled smile appear.

"No Meyer, listen to me, I don't care how much this is going to cost me, I just want this to be over, and soon. Of course this is not easy, you do know how much you charge me right? Glad you remember that, because if you think this is too much for you and you are unable to do the work, I can take my business elsewhere, you could save your time to work on some easier clients."

Even though she acted so nonchalant in front of Arizona, deep down she wanted this to be settled as soon as possible so that she could put her mistake behind.

There's was a knock on the door and Callie stood up from the couch to get it.

"Hey Mark, come on in, just give me a second." Callie gestured Mark to take a seat and then continued to talk on the phone.

"Oh my God, are you kidding me? I gave you my bottom line in the very beginning, what was that? Right, I do not want to deal with it myself. Seriously, do not waste my time, if you can't … Really, ok, that's your word. Fine, I have to go, keep in touch."

Callie threw her mobile on the table with frustration and let out an angry groan, she walked towards the couch and flopped herself on it, next to Mark.

The man wrapped an arm around the defeated woman. "Still working on the divorce?"

"Yeah…" Callie rested her head on Mark's shoulder, closed her eyes and took a deep breathed to smooth her rage over the useless lawyer.

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Turn back the time and beat the shit out of me before I went to Vegas."

"Or I should marry you before Bambi, it will be my pleasure to divorce you, I have no problem taking spouse support."

"Or go back even earlier, tell me to drag Malena to have a body check."

They sat like that for a while, both in their own thoughts.

"You know, we´ve avoided her name or the subject for a very long time. I'm glad that we can talk about her now."

"She was an important part of my life, I just… wasn't ready to talk about her, it was like… the less I mentioned her, the less I missed her."

"And now you are." It was more a statement than a question.

When there was no reply from the woman in his arms, Mark pulled away slightly to look her in the eyes, who looked back at him with a blank expression.

"Callie, do you still have doubts… about Arizona?"

"I… want to say no, but… it's scary, you know. I had Malena's love, and even until now I still don't know why she loved me. I was a mess when she met me, remember? And she… she was the most amazing, caring, remarkably gorgeous woman, she could get anyone buried in her wake, but she chose me. And now, I got a second chance to be with an equally wonderful, beautiful woman, what if… what if… I am not good enough? She could leave me when she realize she is too good for me, I don't deserve her."

"Callie Torres you are crazy! How many times do I have to tell you this? Don't sell yourself short, you have no idea how good you are, sometimes I wish you would just see yourself the way we do. With that much shit that happened to you all those years, I don't think you understand how hard it is to stay true to who you are. But you did, you were always yourself, you fought, you loved… maybe you lost too, but you still can walk tall Torres."

Blue eyes looked deep into brown ones, with nothing but sincerity. "Yes, Malena was gorgeous, Arizona is stunning, but do you know how hot you are? You have the whole package!"

Mark's voice dramatically raised an octave making the Latina chuckle, she gently placed a kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you, Mark." Callie got up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen. "Hey, what are you doing here anyway?"

"Had nothing to do, came by to see if you wanted to hang out, grab lunch or something." The man leaned back on the couch after he picked up a magazine from the coffee table. "How come you have a medical journal in here?"

"You come knocking on my door and assume I don't have any plans?"

"Well, do you? I met with Blondie this morning, she told me you don't have anything special to do today, and she said it would be great if we spend some time together, since she'd been real busy lately." Mark called out from the couch.

"By the way, I'm surprised she went back to her apartment" he continued "I thought she would spend the night, you kicked her out or she didn't want to stay?" He asked jokingly, but Callie was totally stunned by his observation.

"So what, you spy on us now?" She said timidly, avoiding eye contact. Sometimes she hated that Mark could read her easily, and there was something she wasn't ready to share with the nosy man yet.

However, Mark knew the woman too well. He stood and went to sit on the stool by the breakfast bar, eyeing the Latina without saying anything, yet.

"Arizona and I are taking it slow, ok? I am still married, I don't want to be a cheater and I don't want to make her the other woman, so no, we haven't have sex yet." Callie lowered her voice to a whisper.

"Why are you whispering?" Mark picked up an apple from the counter, but Callie snatched it away before he could put it in his mouth.

"Cristina's here, your Chief forced her to take a couple days off, don't really know what she did to deserve that. Anyway, I have her custody until Meredith's off work."

"Custody?" The man smirked.

"She's in her dark place, I promised Meredith to keep an eye on her, otherwise she will probably stuff herself with nothing but cereal. I'm making her lunch, you wanna eat with us?" Callie handed the apple to her friend after rinsing it under the water, and started to prepare lunch.

"Sure. What's the deal with them anyway? Hunt isn't much better, he runs the ER like a freaking military academy these days. Lexie said he already made four interns cried."

"I think they are trying couples therapy, hope that can help." Callie said while she was fumbling around the fridge, she got carry away during grocery shop last night when she thought about making dinner for her girlfriend, now her fridge was overstocked and she couldn't find the things she wanted.

"Back to you and Robbins, what the hell are you talking about? You want to wait until your divorce's finalized? Even though it could take two years?"

"Mark… I haven't really thought about how to deal with it yet, for the moment I just hope George backs off and signs the damn papers, I am pressuring Meyer to get it done. Or else, I should get a better lawyer."Callie finally turned around and threw boxes of foods on the counter top with frustration. She leaned against the counter with both hands on its edge and looked at Mark, the man was looking at her with a lopsided smile.

"And Blondie is OK with it… huh?" One of the merits about Mark was that he wasn't fake, his sneer said that he didn't think this was a good idea. Now Callie felt stupid.

"We talked about this, she's on board." The brunette said in a small voice.

"And as long as she doesn't force you to settle it, you'll just let it slide… Until she flips."

"Of course not…" She answered in an even smaller voice.

"To me it seems like that. As I just overheard you on the phone, you haven't talk to Bambi yet, you didn't really do anything except forcing Meyer to get Bambi to agree on the divorce." Mark sneered again. "You know the problem is not the lawyer, you need someone to convince George, and you know there's only one person who can do the job."

The Latina stopped her task of chopping the potatoes. Mark got to the point that she really didn't wanted to get.

"You're afraid of facing him, that's why you're trying to wait until Blondie can't stand it anymore, as long as she is ok with taking it slow, you don't have to get in touch with Bambi. You are avoiding him." Mark shook his head while biting on his apple.

"I ruined his life, I don't know how to face him." She put down the knife and looked Mark in the eyes.

"He deserves closure." The blue eyes man shrugged.

"I know." Callie picked up the knife again, tried to divert her frustration into dicing the vegetables on the cutting board.

"Do you want me to go talk to him?" Mark said it so sincerely, but the Latina couldn't help to laugh.

"Mark, sending someone he's afraid of won't really help my situation, don't even think about it, I don't want you to interfere, even though you mean good, but please don't." Callie shook her head but still had a grin on her face, that would be fun, but not for George.

Mark smirked, remembering how he used to abash George in the past.

"You can count on me if you need any help, you know that right?"

Callie gave him a smile as a reply, then they stayed in silence until she finished cooking.

Callie passed a plate to Mark, put another one on the empty spot then walked towards Cristina's room.

"Cristina? Lunch is ready." She knocked on the door and then waited for a response. "Cristina?"

"You don't have to yell, I'm still alive." The door cracked open, a sourpuss looking Asian woman stepped out of the room and strode to the kitchen.

"What are you doing here Sloan?"

"Hello to you too Yang, I'm here for lunch."

The three sat side by side, every now and then Callie and Mark chit chatting about their jobs and life, Cristina was just poking at the salad that Callie made her.

"Umm… Callie, do you have to work tonight?"

The other two stopped their conversation and turned to her.

"Yeah, I do. What? You wanna come to play a little bartending?"

"Can you give me a ride after lunch? I need to go… to Owen's to pick up something, I don't want to drive."

"Sure." Callie answered sincerely.

"Do you need a hand?" Mark asked before he took a sip of his water.

"Just the ride would be alright."

Sensing that maybe it would be better not to tag along, Mark excused himself when the two women left to the old fire station.

The ride there was quiet, none of them said anything, Cristina just stared out the window.

When they arrived to the destination, Cristina made no attempt to get out of the car, Callie just turned off the engine and leaned back, not urging the other woman to do anything.

After a couple minutes, Cristina turned her head to look at the house where she and her husband lived together not long ago.

"He is going to sell the place." Cristina said in a flat tone. "Three weeks ago he asked me what I wanted to do with the house… I bought the house because he liked this stupid old fire station, and he thought I should be the one to keep it. I told him he can decide because I don't want to deal with it."

Callie didn't say anything, just followed Cristina's gaze to the old fire station.

"Two days ago during counseling, he told me he was going to sell it, and that he's moving to a smaller place. Told me that I should come over to see if there is anything I left behind, things I may want to keep, otherwise he'll donate them."

Another few minutes of silence, Cristina shifted her gaze to look at Callie for the first time since she got in the car.

"How can someone just throw a marriage away like this? Like it doesn't matter at all?"

"Different people have different reasons." Callie answered after thinking about it for a while, she ran her hands over her hair. "Sometimes it's because love is too deep, sometimes it's because love isn't enough anymore."

"During the session, he told me, in front of the shrink, that he loves me so much it hurts. I don't get it, if he still loves me, why is he selling our home and ending our marriage?" Cristina said sullenly, she tried to understand it but after days of racking her brains, she got nothing.

"Cristina," The Latina moved so she could sit facing the upset woman. "You were the first one to move out, you left your husband. Of course you had your reasons, but to him, it seemed like you were the first one to give up."

Cristina looked at the woman in front of her with a blank look.

"I… was trying to get some space, I didn't know what I want." She frowned.

"He didn't know that, did you talk to him?" No response. "He loves you so much that he's willing to do whatever you want, including end the marriage so you could be happy without him."

"But I am not asking for a divorce..." Glazed small eyes looked into brown. Callie wanted to put a hand on the shoulder of the confused woman to give her strength, but she knew how the other thought about invading personal space, so she just simply continued.

"Things don't go the way you want them to, ever. I envy you, Cristina. I wish my husband would be willing to sign the divorce papers. I'm stuck, I want to put that behind me, but he refuses to give that to me. You are lucky, if ending this marriage is what you want."

"I… don't know. I still love him, but I don't know how we can start again." Cristina let out a heavy sigh, she looked up to stare at the place she once called home, with the man she loved.

"You're still going to counseling, right?"

"Yeah." The Asian nodded her head slowly.

"Talk to each other, communicate, that may help." After she finished the sentence, Callie couldn't help but to burst into laughter.

"What's so funny?" Cristina frowned at Callie anxiously.

"I told you to talk to your husband, but I'm paying good money to a useless lawyer just to make sure I don't have to talk to mine."

Cristina raised an eyebrow, staring at the still guffawing woman. "You… take your time, I'll go up to grab my things, be back in a few."

After Cristina got out of the car, Callie took several deep breaths to calm herself and started to think about the advice she just gave Cristina.

Half an hour later, Cristina came back with nothing in her hands, Callie didn't ask anything and drove them back to Horizon.

Meredith came by to pick up her twisted sister at 4:00pm for a girls night out. Callie had to work, but instead, she told Joe that she might need a couple hours to settle something.

You got to do what you got to do.

She picked up her phone, and making sure to set hide the caller ID so her phone number would stay anonymous, she dialed the call.

"This is O'Malley."

"Hi George." Callie breathed out.