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 : Thank you everyone for the kind words, alright, we'll have more intern Callie. I wasn't so please about this chapter, but thanks for the encouragement from my great and wonderful beta calzonaforever35, here's I present to you the new chapter.

Chapter 37

It was a new day, but for the new interns, it was still the longest day of their lives.

Going into the 25th hour of their first shift, everyone was standing there waiting for their assignments from the residents.

"Oh my god…" Leah said through her hand after a yawn. "How are we gonna survive the next 24 hours?"

"Didn't you sleep for 5 hours?" Callie casted a wry glance at her colleague, and brought her hands up to tie her hair in a messy ponytail.

"The bed in the on-call room wasn't comfortable." Leah rolled her eyes, and tied her hair up as well. "Thanks for covering for me, by the way. How about you? Did you get some sleep?"

"Couple hours." Callie shrugged. "I used to stay up late, and I don't sleep much."

"Good for you." The dusty blonde haired intern said through another yawn. Unfortunately for her, her resident appeared around the corner to catch that.

"Dr. Murphy, do you need to go get your beauty sleep?" Cristina stared at the intern, who dropped her head with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Yang."

"Well you should be. When I was an intern, I stayed up 36 hours straight without a yawn." Cristina crossed her arms under she chest, still staring at the intern coldly. "You're in the pit today, try not to kill anyone while you're dozing off. Torres, you're in plastics. Dr. Sloan needs an intern to help with a skin graft."

"Dr. Sloan?" Callie had her eyebrows shot up.

"Yes, plastic. Or do you prefer to go to OB?" The resident gave her a sarcastic smirk. "Maybe you should consider changing in the vagina squad scrub. You're good at that."

"No, Dr. Yang. I'll go find Dr. Sloan." Callie bit the corner of her lips to hide a smile, totally ignoring the shocked look coming from Leah next to her.

"Whatever." Cristina waved her hand in front of the interns, a ghost of smile on her face before she turned around. "I'm helping Dr. Altman in the lab today. Don't page me unless someone is dying."

"She's awful." Leah exclaimed as soon as Cristina strode away. "Why does she have to be so harsh? Vagina squad scrubs?"

"She's not harsh. I think she just doesn't know how to give a compliment." Callie smiled at her colleague. "I'm sure the translation behind those words was I did great yesterday delivering the baby."

"You think so?"

"I believe so." Giving a pat on Leah's back, Callie turned to the elevator. "I should go find Dr. Sloan. Good luck in pit today."

Arriving on the plastic floor, Callie found Mark was leaning against the nurse station flirting with a nurse. She rolled her eyes and walked up to him.

"Dr. Sloan, I'm on your service today."

"Oh right, Dr. Torres. Welcome to plastics." Mark swiveled around as soon as he heard the voice. A wide grin plastered on his face. He was waiting for the intern all morning.

Callie squinted at him for a moment. From the look on this face, she knew he had something childish planned.

"What can I do for you, Dr. Sloan?"

"Yes. I have a busy day today, so… let's start with a bone dry cappuccino, double." The smirk on the plastic surgeon's face went even wider. "Oh, make it two, and bring them to me in room 4225."

Not waiting for a response, he strode away. Callie turned her widened eyes to the nurse who was flirting with Mark. The nurse just shrugged and buried her face in the chart to hide her laugh.

All the way from the plastics floor to the coffee cart, and back to the plastics floor, Callie was murmuring under her breath. Back in New York, Addison always scolded Mark for making the interns do his chores. She laughed along with the stories. Not in a million years did she think she would find herself in this position, buying Mark his freaking bone dry cappuccino. She decided if Mark dared to pull out a dry cleaning receipt, she would… she would… She couldn't come up with anything yet. But she has a whole year to deal with it.

Ugh! A whole year! What did I get myself into? She asked herself.

Entering room 4225 with the 2 cups of coffee in either hand, she was surprised to find a full house in there. Except the teenage patient in bed, with her parents on one side, there were Arizona, Alex and his intern Jo. Apparently, this was a peds case.

"Hey Dr. Torres, you're here just in time." Mark exclaimed, and reached out for the 2 coffees with he usual smirk. "I needed the coffee, your timing is perfect."

"Dr. Sloan, you… you shouldn't make the intern get you coffee." Seeing that the plastic surgeon had sent her girlfriend on coffee duty, Arizona was knitting her brows closely, gnashing her teeth angrily.

"Oh, Dr. Torres doesn't mind." Mark gave Arizona a lopsided smile, and handed her one of the cup. "See, we got one for you two."

"Dr. Sloan, that isn't right." Taking the offered coffee, Arizona still stared at Mark with fire in her eyes.

"Oh right, I'm being rude, sorry." The man waved his now free hand in the air. Arizona's brows were loosened a little, and he continued. "Dr. Karev, do you want a coffee? Dr. Torres will run and get you one."

"Oh, no thanks, I'm good." Alex held up his hand to decline the offer, and ducked his head to hide the smirk before his mentor threw him a killer glare.

"Stop having the intern buy your friggin' coffee." Arizona gave Mark one last glare, and passed her coffee to Jo. "Let's start. Dr. Karev?"

"Sarah Cassidy, 15, has a rare genetic condition called Treacher Collins syndrome." Karev presented. Both Callie and Jo stood behind him staring at the girl with drooping eyes, they shared a look after Alex explained. "It caused her to be born without cheek bones, leaving her orbital floor unprotected, and vulnerable to eye injury."

"Which means the only extra curriculars I can sign up for are the ones that don't involve things flying at my face." Sarah answered the staring eyes from the 2 interns with sarcasm. She was used to the staring.

"You mind if I take a look? We have to do a quick exam." Mark asked with a tender smile, Sarah nodded and her parents stepped aside to give him room. "Dr. Torres?"

"Yes?" Callie answered with uncertainty, she didn't know how to examine that unprotected face without hurting the girl. She stepped closer to Mark, "Dr. Sloan?"

"Take this." Mark turned around and passed the coffee to Callie with a wink. He was enjoying this, especially the angry glare from Arizona.

Putting aside the urge to scold the man child, Arizona put on her professional Dr. Robbins posture while Mark was touching Sarah's cheeks gently.

"Sarah, we're going to take pieces from your skull and transplant them into your face to rebuild new cheekbones. Do you have any questions or concerns?"

"This is going to be my last year in high school. I really don't want to spend it in chess club or stupid bowling team. How soon can I play volleyball or soccer?" Even through it was hard to look into the girl's eyes, but from her voice and the way she bit her lips, everyone could sense that she was having high hope about this procedure.

All eyes were on Mark and Arizona. They shared an awkward look, Mark took his hands away from Sarah's face, then wet his lips to talk.

"Sarah, it takes time to let your cheek bones mend, and digging in your skull will tack on an extra year of healing, you know."

"You are saying with or without the surgery, I still won't be able to do sports this year?" Sarah tilted her head to look at Mark, and then to Arizona. "Dr. Robbins?"

"You can play in a couple of years…"

"No, it has to be this year." Shocked by the information, Sarah couldn't hold her emotion anymore. Her lips trembled and her voice broken. "I need this. I deserve to do something I want in high school."

"Sarah honey…" Mrs. Cassidy reached a hand to stroke her daughter's hair trying to sooth her, but Sarah flung the hand away.

"Then I won't do the surgery." The girl sat straight on the bed with her head high, looking at her doctors through her drooping eyes.

"Sarah, don't be wayward. You want the surgery." Mr. Cassidy sat down on the bed, picked up the girl's hands to try to talk some sense into her. But Sarah just pulled her lips downward and still looked at the doctors.

"I saw on ESPN that there are some kind of sport glasses, and players wear them during matches to protect their eyes. I will get those and put them on when I do sports. Give me a year. Then I'll come back for the surgery."

"Well, the type of sport glasses she's talking about isn't for her situation. Those glasses protect the eye balls and eye sockets, not the cheeks." Mark said to Arizona after they stepped out of the room, Alex and the 2 interns tailed after them.

"Why didn't you tell her in there then?" The blonde put the chart on the nurse's station with frustration. She knew there was no way Sarah could play real sports without fixing her cheek bones first. Refusing the surgery was not an option but she couldn't force the girl to do it. It was supposed to be her parents's call but knowing the Cassidys', they didn't want to upset the poor girl even more than now…

"You're the lead surgeon on this case, she is your patient. You find a way to convince her." Mark shrugged his shoulders, and then turned around to leave. "Dr. Torres, we need to go. My coffee was cold. I need you to get me another…"

"Wait!" Callie blurted out, her feet were still glued in the spot. The plastic surgeon swiveled around and squinted at her, among with the other doctors on this case.

"Dr. Torres?" Mark asked with his eyebrows slowly raised up.

"How about using a cadaver bone graft? There was a stem cell surgery in Cincinnati using a cadaver bone graft." Callie looked between Mark and Arizona, both stared back at her with a frown.

"That's too experimental." Arizona shook her head after recalling the article she read as well.

"But if using her skull bone is going to be the main factor of her recovery time, using a cadaver bone could shorten it." The brunette said enthusiastically. "By a year, at least."

"What are you two talking about?" Mark stepped closer, and looked down at the 2 women confused.

"There was an article from a medical journal, the issue from… 3 months ago?" Arizona glanced at Callie for confirmation. "A team used cadaver bone to replace a patient's jaw. But there's a chance of some donor graft complications. I think considering her age, it's best to be conservative."

"I think it's worth considering given her age, and the fact that she's refusing surgery because of the long recovery time." Mark nodded his head slowly, a hand on his hip and he turned to Callie. "Do you have that medical journal? Maybe I can look into it and we can do some research about it."

"It's in my office. We can go to check it out." Arizona picked up the chart. "Karev, you go tell the parents that we're looking for an alternative, don't discharge them yet."

"Ok. Should I look for a donor in the meantime?" Alex asked, already pulled out his phone.

"Do that, and get the interns to run some tests and get a new set of scans." Mark answered over his shoulder as he had already strode away with the peds surgeon toward her office.

"It seems doable." Mark rubbed his chin with the back of his hand while reading the pages from the computer screen. "Minimal morbidity, low rate of infection, capacity to heal and grow…"

"But I'm concerned about local inflammatory reaction and encapsulation…" Arizona said behind his back, and then she moved to sit on the other side of the desk.

"There's always a risk in every surgery. If they want to, we can do the surgery as planned. The problem is they don't want to go with the original procedure. This is the only solution." Mark shrugged, leaned back on the chair and waited for the lead surgeon to make the decision. Finally, Arizona nodded.

"Ok, let's gather the information and talk to hey parents."

"Hey, how come Callie knows about this thing? I mean the article?" The plastic surgeon pressed print and waited for the machine to work.

"Callie read the journals while waiting for me to finish some work in here. We discussed the cases when she found something interesting. Especially this one, she seems fascinated with stem cell surgeries." Arizona answered between writing notes. "I just can't believe she remembered it, and proposed it in this case."

"She's a natural." Mark said with a smile. "I'm glad she didn't waste the talent."

"I know! Right?" Arizona looked up to meet with her friend's smile. "You should have saw her in that trauma room yesterday. She was awesome."

"Has she declared a specialty yet?"

"We haven't really talked about it, but I think it will be cardio."

"Too bad. Most of the cardio surgeons are narcissistic and arrogant, as terrible as those neuro guys." Mark stood up from the chair and went to pick up the print out.

"Teddy isn't like that." Arizona chuckled lightly with a frown.

"I said most of them." The man handed the papers to his co-surgeon on the case, watching her put everything together in the folder. "Callie has beautiful hands, and with that face and her rack, she can do great in plastics."

"If you want her for plastics, start teaching her, not make her run around for coffee." Arizona cast him a sidelong glare, stood up and got ready to present the idea to the patient.

"Come on, it is fun." A mischievous spark glinted in Mark's eyes, the blonde just rolled her eyes.

"No it's not."

"Whatever. She's my intern today, I'm going to ask her to bring me lunch." Mark laughed out as they walked side by side out from the office.

Back in the room, the interns had just settled Sarah back on the bed after a trip to the scan room. The duo tried their best to come up with some small talk to comfort her and straighten the girl, but she was just to upset to listen to anything anyone had to say.

"It's just sports." Jo said while tucking Sarah in the bed. "There are tons of other things you can do in high school, you know. When I was in high school, I hated doing sports. I liked to read and I didn't mind staying on the bench when everyone was chasing a stupid ball. I mean, what is that? 22 sweaty guys going after one ball? Why don't they just give them a few more?"

Jo was laughing at her own joke, but both Sarah and Callie just stared at her blankly.

"Sarah, are you sure you don't want the surgery?" Ignoring Jo's antic, Callie put the heart monitor back on the patient's chest. "Delaying it for another year, means your face is going to be unprotected for another year. It could be fatal if anything happened to your face."

"Don't you think I know that?" Sarah snapped. "This is the story of my life, always have to beware of any possible accident. I'm a tomboy but I've never been able to be a tomboy. I like to read but I also want to do sports, I'm tired of sitting in the back and watching my friends running around on the soccer field. I want to be a part of the team."

"There's always another year…"

"Have you ever reached a point that you believe, one more let down, one more straw on your back, you're going to break?" Sarah looked between the 2 interns, none of them made a sound. "I know this surgery can change my life. I can't wait to have it but if that means I have to stay back for another year, I'll go crazy. I'm one straw away from going into a depression."

Drooping eyes slowly glistened with tears, Callie quickly grabbed the box of tissue from the end table for the girl. Jo sat down on the bed and clasped her hand with Sarah.

"Hey, don't cry. You know what? We found another procedure that might work. We can put some dead guy's bones on your cheeks instead of cut open your skull. In that case, you don't need that much of recovery time. You can do any sport you want in no time." Jo blurt out. It brought a small smile on Sarah's face, but on the other hand, Callie was terrified.

"Jo, you shouldn't…"

"Is everything ok?" Mark and Arizona walked in the room, and took in the looks between the three of them. "Sarah, are you alright?"

"I want that surgery." Sarah sniffed to clear her throat. Both attendings raised their eyes to look at her. "Just put some dead guy's bones in my face. I want that."

Callie and Jo stood behind the nurse station, watching their attendings and Sarah's parents having a heated discussion from afar. The two hadn't exchanged any words since the head of plastics kicked them out of the room. Through the window, they saw Arizona pull out the research papers and show them to the Cassidy couple. Mrs. Cassidy shook her head. Then Mark said something, and the couple shook their heads in unison.

Finally Sarah spoke up, everyone paused and listened.

"Do you think they'll go for it?" Jo asked, still staring at the room intently.

"It's stupid not to." Callie crossed her arms under her chest, her brows knitted together.

"Hey, Callie." Jo called out softly after another moment of silent. The brunette turned to look at her colleague. "Do you think they'll fire me? From being a big mouth?"

"Don't be ridiculous. They won't fire you." Callie gave her a quick glance and then looked back to the room. "We just need to learn not to reveal the information to the patient when we shouldn't."

They remained silent and kept staring at the room, and they both jerked when the door opened, Mark and Arizona stepped out with a smile on their faces. But their smiles fell as soon as they spotted the interns.

"Torres, Wilson. Follow us." Mark ordered coldly, and then led them into a conference room.

The attendings entered the room and sat on one side of the table, Jo closed the door and then sat on the other side next to her peer. They both stared at the table right in front of them, not daring to lift their heads to meet the angry glare from the plastic surgeon.

"Who the hell gave you permission to talk to the patient about this procedure? Huh? This is an experimental procedure, we didn't even dare to mention it unless we got all the information we needed." Mark smacked his hand on the table.

Next to him, Arizona remained quiet with a stone face, leaned back and crossed her legs, and looked at the two interns without a word. She was also pissed that someone told Sarah about this experimental surgery without them talking to the parents first. Even though Sarah was the one benefitted from the surgery and without a doubt she would go for it, the parents were the one to make the call and they should hear that from the attendings, not the interns.

"What if we found out the procedure wasn't doable? You would have given false hope to the patient. Who was going to take that responsibility when she got even more depressed after the bad news?" Mark asked. "Who told Sarah about this?"

The two interns exchanged a look. Jo bit the corner of her lips and took a deep breath, she was about to confess but Callie beat her to it.

"I'm sorry. Sarah was so upset, she was crying and I let it slip."

"Callie…" Jo stared at the brunette with wide eyes. Callie put her hand over Jo's under the table to stop her from talking.

"I said it just trying to sooth her. She was saying that she was in the edge of getting depressed. I thought it would calm her down." Callie swallowed hard before continued. "Is she going for the surgery?"

"Yes, she is. Karev is preparing the donor bones, but that's not the point." Arizona sat up straight, entwined her fingers on the table, and gazed at her girlfriend in shock. "You know you aren't allowed to give those information to the patient. You should have stalled and waited until we got there."

"Thanks to you, it took us more energy to convince her parents to agree with the procedure." Mark snorted, but Callie didn't care about the sarcasm, she was glad that Sarah was going to have this advanced procedure.

"So she's going to have the surgery today?"

"Yes, but you're off the case." Mark held up a hand before the intern could protest. "It was your proposal, I was going to let you help to handle the cadaver bone graft but you blew your chance. Consider this your first warning. If it happens again, I'm going to report it to the chief."

Callie looked down on the table with her lips bit tightly. She didn't regret taking the fault, Jo didn't mean any harm. But losing the chance to see this surgery up front was a big bummer.

"Wilson, you go help Karev prep the donor bones. Torres, you go to the burn center, monitor my skin grafts, don't wreck them. Go." The angry plastic surgeon dismissed the interns. They stood up and walked toward the exit. Callie held it opened and let Jo pass first.

"Callie…" Arizona called after her softly. The brunette stopped and gave the attendings a bitter smile over her shoulder.

"I'm sorry."

"Callie, I'm so sorry." Jo grabbed Callie's arm to stop her after they rounded the corner, apology written all over her face. "Thank you for taking the blame for me, you shouldn't have…"

"Well, I gave them the idea of this approach, now I just evened it out, no big deal." Callie shrugged, trying to pull a smile on her smile but it didn't reach her eyes.

"But still, you got a warning…"

"It just means I have to be extra careful in the future. Interns need to stick together, right?"

"I owe you one. I'll buy you a drink when we have the night off, ok?" Jo gave her colleague a sincere smile, and held her hand out for a fist bump.

"It's a deal." Callie laughed out lightly, bumped the waiting fist then swiveled around toward the burn center.

A/N 2: Don't worry, the interns are going to find out intern Callie is dating the head of peds surgery in the next chapter. Just give me some time to make it fun, ok?