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 : I didn't think I could post an update on jcap birthday ;-) Super thanks to the wonderful calzonaforever35's quick and amazing work.
The last couple of chapters were going quite slowly, sorry about that. Don't worry, the build up is almost finished and the real drama is gonna start... maybe next chapter (sorry).
You asked why Arizona didn't tell Callie the real conversation between her and Erica? I don't know, for me personally, I hate tattletale. And going to her girlfriend complaining the other woman called her name, demanding them stop playing together is so not Arizona, IMO. But well, it'll come up eventually. Just be patient, my friends.

Chapter 47

When you're an intern, time is no longer in your control. Balancing a life with the internship and a girlfriend is not easy, let along having a friend that had no intention of socializing with anyone else but you.

It had been slightly over a month since Callie and Erica reconciled. As promised, Callie went out with Erica when she was available. However, neither Erica or Arizona were fond of the idea of going out altogether. They'd always found an excuse to avoid being in the same room. As a surgeon in a busy hospital, it wasn't difficult for them to use surgeries as their excuse to not attend Callie's ladies night out. After a several attempts, the brunette finally gave up on trying.

Hence, Arizona sitting at the bar of The Horizon, having Joe as her companion tonight.

"Why are you here? I heard that Callie was having a reservation at that little Italian restaurant we went to last time." Mark sat down next to his friend looking puzzled.

"She went with Hahn." Arizona sipped her drink, not bothering to look at the man. Joe gave him a wry glance while picking up a bottle to pour him a glass of Scotch.

"On her only free night this week?" Mark frowned. He nodded to Joe when the drink was placed in front of him before the bartender shifted to the other side for another customer.

"It's her night off, she can do whatever she wants." The blonde shrugged feebly, staring at the amber liquor in her hand.

"Why didn't you go with her?" Mark kept his gaze at the upset woman with concern. This wasn't the only time he found Arizona nursing a drink in The Horizon alone in the last few weeks.

"You know why." Arizona glared at the man from the corner of her eyes, and picked up the glass for another sip. "I don't like her, and she doesn't like me."

"You aren't giving up, are you?" The plastic surgeon mimicked her, then brought the glass to his lips.

"What are you talking about?" Arizona sneered. "Callie's still coming home to me. She just went to have dinner with a friend, and then she'll come home to me."

"And you're not happy about that." It wasn't a question, but a statement.

"My girlfriend preferred to spend the first night off in two weeks with her ex-girlfriend. Oh, I'm fine with it." Arizona snorted out sarcastically.

"You really should tell her that Hahn wants to reclaim her, you know?" Taking in the distressed look of his friend, Mark put a hand on Arizona's back, offering her some kind of sympathy. "Maybe she'd consider twice before spending time with that woman."

"Callie is a grown woman. If she wants to go out with her friend, I'm not going to stop her." Arizona sighed before resting her chin on her folded arms on the bar. "And if she wants to get back with Erica Hahn, that little detail won't change her mind."

"But at least Callie would be aware of why the witch tries to occupy all her free time; And it's not Callie's job to accompany that woman when she couldn't or wouldn't be nice to anyone in here." Mark took his hand back to pick up the Scotch. "She pissed Bailey off today. She called on the Nazi in front of everyone when she missed a diagnosis. They kinda made a scene in the ER."

"And, that's why Callie is out there, hearing her friend pour out her grievances." Arizona murmured under her breath, eyes still staring at the almost empty glass just 2 inches away from her. Out of the corner of her eyes, Linus stepped before her serving a drink for other customer.

"Linus, can I have another Manhattan, please?"

"How many of those you've already had?" Mark looked between the woman who's still pillowed on the counter top and the sheepishly bartender with a frown. Linus hesitated for a brief second but continued with his hands to fix the drink. After all, Arizona is the girlfriend of his boss.

"Just two." Arizona turned her head in her arms, and chuckled lightly when she saw the concern look on the man. "Relax. I just need another drink to help me sleep. I'm gonna pass out in bed as soon as I get home. So that I won't know what time Callie comes in."

"No Erica, that really was uncalled for." Callie shook her head. "Bailey is a good surgeon. She was just distracted."

"She shouldn't be. If she's as good as you said, she won't miss that atrial fibrillation on the patient." Erica snorted. "You should've seen her, giggling like a school girl next to her high school sweetheart."

"Bailey? Giggling?" A smile of amused showed on Callie's face. "That's cute."

"No, it's not." The blonde smirked caustically. "If she wants to act like a lovesick teenager, it's her choice. But she shouldn't do that at work, when a patient is in needed."

"Cut her some slack, Bailey normally is not like that. She is focused, like a laser. That must be a heck of a high school sweetheart." Callie picked up her glass of red wine for a sip. Their waiter rushed to their side to refill the glass, and took away the now empty bottle.

"She's in general. General surgeons are all over the place. They're never as focused as cardio, or neuro." Erica rolled her eyes with disdainfulness. Callie just chuckled. She was used to this attitude from the blonde since their med school years. "So, have you chosen your specialty yet? Are you still going for cardio?"

"Probably, but I am not so sure now. The week I was in neuro, I was amazed by the mysterious of brain, and in ortho, I got to see Dr. Chang mend the broken femur with titanium rods. The patient ended up with more metal than his actual bone on his thigh." The brunette's face lit up when she was talking on and on about her works in different departments, her friend listened quietly with a smile, until she talked about her case in PEDS. "And I got to see Arizona save a baby who was born with her organs inside out. You got to be badass and hardcore to handle a patient this tiny."

"How about cardio? You haven't found anything amazing in cardio?" Erica took a big gulp of her wine, hiding the distasteful look behind the glass.

"Yeah, but you know, Cristina is basically married to cardio. She handles most of the interesting cases." Callie shrugged. "It's not like in PEDS, I got to put silver-sulfadiazine ointment on the exposed intestines of a premie. You have to admit, that's pretty cool."

"If Yang's the reason you don't find anything good in cardio, I can kick her off my service." The cardio attending lifted her eyebrows, saying casually. "Seattle Grace Mercy West is a teaching hospital, I can't have a resident hogging all the good cases, jeopardizing the learning opportunity of the others."

"No, don't do that." Callie laughed out lightly, missing the seriousness behind her friend's words. "Cristina will die if you keep her away from a heart."

"I'm just saying. I know you want to be a cardio surgeon. Remember we talked about this in med school?" Erica leaned forward, putting her hand on top of Callie's on the table. "You and me, 2 world renowned cardio surgeons, arrive in any convention hand in hand, making people jealous of how successful and happy we are together."

Callie threw her head back laughed out constrainedly. She took her hand back to brush off the bangs on her face subtly. It was Erica's vision of their future, and it was one of the reasons that scared Callie off, making her leave Miami over night.

"I don't know. It just... I'm like a starving person in a buffet, I want to experience everything. Like tomorrow, I'll be in ER rotation. Maybe I'll fall in love with trauma."

"You're probably right. It's too soon to settle down. Maybe after trying something else, you'll find your love back in cardio." Erica looked into the brown eyes fondly, hoping the woman would catch her double pun.

"Maybe." Callie made a little deprecating shrug before took a big gulp of her wine. "We've finished the bottle already. Should we call it a night?"

"It's still early. Do you wanna go get another drink in the pub around the corner?" Erica glanced at her watch and found it wasn't even 9pm. She was not ready to let the Latina go yet.

"Not tonight. Arizona should be home from the meeting of the clinic by now. We didn't get much time together in the last week, I think I'm gonna spend the rest of the evening with her." Callie raised her hand toward the waitress asking for the bills. She didn't see the twisted lips with scorn displayed on her friend's face.

Walking out of the elevator with a light tripping step, Callie was surprised to see Mark coming out of her apartment.

"Hey Mark. Does Lexie have work tonight? Did you come over asking Arizona to keep you company?" The brunette smirked while walking up to the man who was waiting by her apartment door. Mark gave her a playful glare in return.

"Yes, Lex's at work. But it wasn't me who was asking for company. Your woman got a little drunk. I just walked her home making sure she is all right."

"Drunk?" Callie frowned with a pursed lips. "Wasn't she supposed to be with Bailey? She told me they had a meeting about the clinic."

"Callie, Callie..." The tall man shook his head, walking toward his own apartment. "Talk to her."

"What?" Callie asked, but Mark was already in his apartment with a wave goodbye over his shoulder.

Opening the door, Callie could see the blonde head resting against the back of the couch.

"Go away, Mark." Arizona exclaimed with her eyes still closed. She wasn't drunk, she was just tried of over thinking. She could hear the door shut, and foot steps coming closer to her. She was about to scold her friend for his nosiness, but the faint perfume from the person sitting next to her made her eyes open in surprise.

"Hey, are you ok?" Callie raised a hand to brush off the few strands of blonde hair around the creamy face. Her voice was full of concern. "Mark said you're drunk."

"Mark exaggerated." Arizona closed her eyes again when the gentle hand started to massage her scalp. "We just had a couple of drinks."

"You said you had a meeting with Bailey. Why did you end up having a drinking contest with Mark?" leaning closer, Callie whispered into Arizona's ear while her hand working the magic.

"It wasn't a drinking contest. I just had a drink too much." Arizona moaned lightly. The strong hands of her girlfriend always made her feel like pudding. "The meeting was cancelled."

"Oh really?" Callie arched an eyebrow. She sighed silently as she kinda had an idea about this 'cancelled meeting'. She used her other hand to caress the peaceful face. "Why didn't you call me? You know I was at that restaurant you like. I ordered the pasta you had last time."

The blonde didn't answer. She just turned her head to the side with her eyes still closed and felt Callie's warm breath on her face. A thumb ghosted along her lips then a pair of rich lips pressed against it. And she could taste the red wine from the sweet lips.

"Erica and I were talking about the specialty that I should focus on." Callie said softly after their lips parted. "I could use some of your inputs in that discussion, you know? She thinks I should be in cardio."

Arizona snorted faintly. Of course Erica wanted Callie in cardio. Erica wanted Callie.

"She said she'll try to get me in her service more often, giving me the thrill of having a beating heart in my hands." The brunette looked down as she reached down to lace her hands with Arizona's. She didn't see her girlfriend wet her lips, bit the corner of it and swallowed the words that she wanted to say.

Finally, Arizona opened her eyes and stood up from the couch.

"I'm tired. I better go take a shower and turn in early."

Sinking deeper in the couch, the pouting Latina watched her girlfriend drag her feet toward the bedroom. She really didn't know why the usually sociable girlfriend of hers would be so opposed of being friends with Erica, no matter how hard she tried.

"I don't understand." Callie huffed. She was leaning against the front desk of the pit, rambling on and on toward the woman sitting in front of her.

Arizona was giving her the cold shoulder last night. After Callie finished her own shower, she found the blonde already fell asleep on her side of the bed, facing away from her. Originally, the couple didn't have to get to work until 11am, but Arizona was paged in early because a car pool flipped over in the highway under the rainstorm. The kids in the car were injured quite severely that they needed to have the best doctor save them.

Callie didn't get the chance to talk to her girlfriend, and she needed to talk to someone about it. Normally, Mark was her go-to guy in this situation. But the man was in a surgery. And she couldn't go to her intern friends because she knew how gossipy those interns could be, especially about the attendings. And of course she couldn't share her concern to Erica, because the taller blonde was a part of it.

Therefore, Bailey, who happened to be in the pit with her right now, had an earful about her troubles.

"Arizona had no problem working with George. You were there and you saw that they worked together well in the clinic. That was my ex-husband for crying out loud." Callie continued as Bailey made no attempt to stop her. Or maybe she was just simply not listening. "She could work with George but can't stay at the same table with Erica. I just want my girlfriend and my old friend to get along. It's that too much to ask?"

Bailey didn't even lift an eyebrow, she just kept writing on the chart. The Latina drummed the desk with her fingers impatiently.

"Bailey, I'm talking to you."

Finally, the woman put her pen holding hand down, glancing at Callie with her famous Nazi glare.

"I don't want to get involved in anyone's personal life, and I don't know why you want to drag me into this. But Robbins is my friend, and she got me a clinic. I'm going to do this once." Bailey's face softened. "I don't really know what had happened between you and O'Malley. You hated that man and you didn't force your current girlfriend to befriend with him."

"I don't hate him..." Callie said in a small voice, but she closed her mouth shut while a famous Bailey glare threw in her way.

"You hated that man." The general surgeon stated sternly. "You and Hahn were in a relationship for all I've heard. And it seems you two are still going along pretty well. Put yourself in Robbin's shoe, how would you feel if she spent that much time with an ex-girlfriend?"

"What am I gonna do? Erica has no friends here. She doesn't want to dine alone..." Callie rested her elbows on the desk and sighed. Bailey shook her head with a furrow between her eyebrows.

"Erica Hahn is not your responsibility. Your girlfriend is your responsibility."

Their conversation was disturbed when Owen's voice rang through the ER.

"GSW to the chest! Bailey! Murphy! Trauma room 1!"

"Let's go, Torres!" Bailey shot up from the chair, and Callie was already on her way to the trauma room.

"What do we got?" The general surgeon asked as soon as she stepped in the room. The nurses were busy helping everyone get gowned and gloved.

"Pete Willoughby, 25 years old. GSW to the chest and thigh. Push morphine, 5 milligrams. Call cardio." Owen called out the orders, and he stepped aside to give room to his intern of the day. "Open the intubation tray. Murphy, you know how to intubate?"

"I- I've done that once... Umm... twice." Leah answered with wide eyes.

"Ok, come do this one." Owen passed over the instrument to the shaking hand, watching the pale looking intern hovered over the head of the patient.

Leah took a deep breath trying to calm her nerve, but her hands were shaking like a bedspread in a motel room. The truth was that the last two times she intubated the patients, it didn't go smoothly, and it wasn't as stressful as now. Even though the rest of the surgeons in the room were busy doing their works to stabilize the patient, the intern could still feel all eyes were on her.

"Visualize the cords, pull straight up... watch the tube go through the cords." Owen's voice was firm and steady, but it couldn't help to ease the tension in Leah's hands.

"I can't see the cords."

"You can do this. Just don't rock up against the teeth. Just pull straight up." Owen said.

"Pulse ox is down to 86." One of the nurses called out, just made Leah more nervous and her hands shook even harder.

"It's... there's a lot of blood and too much swelling in the airway, I can't see the cords."

"Give her a smaller tube, a 6-0." The trauma surgeon signaled to the nurse with a frown.

"Ox is still dropping." The nurse announced again. Finally Leah shoved the tube in and hooked the end of the tube to the squeeze bag with a breath of relief.

Owen placed the stethoscope on the patient chest before he sent a glare to the intern.

"It's in the esophagus. Don't you know an esophagus from a trachea?"

"I- I haven't done this much..." Leah pulled the tube out. Her face was even paler than before. "I- I'll try again."

"Are you trying to kill this patient? Move!" The head of trauma department took the laryngoscope from the trembling intern, and handed it to the other intern on his other side, who was putting pressure on the patient's chest to stop the bleeding from the wound. "Torres, you do it."

Without a word, Callie stepped up. She held the laryngoscope in her left hand, carefully put it in the patient's mouth and placed the tube in steadily. She held her breath for 2 seconds as the tube slid in slowly...

"It's in." She took away the laryngoscope and hooked the tube with the bag. Owen nodded his head while listening to the patient's chest.

"Ok, stabilize the patient and then bring him to the OR. Torres you go with Bailey. Murphy, you're with cardio."

"No, I'll take Torres." Erica's voice came from the doorframe of the trauma room.

"Dr. Hahn, Torres is my intern." Bailey looked at Erica with a frown. Other than still holding a grudge against the condescending cardio surgeon, swooping in to steal other surgeon's intern was out of ordinary.

"You're going to work on the injury on the patient's thigh. I am going to work on his chest. I need a more capable hand. I can't have the one that can't even intubate the patient." Erica said loftily with her head held high, staring down at the much shorter surgeon.

"I can page Yang for you if you want a better help." Owen interrupted, but the cardio attending didn't even let him finish before turning around to leave.

"No, I don't need Yang. Torres is with me."

For a while, the only sound in the room was the machine hooking with the patient. Finally, Owen spoke up.

"Ok, Torres, Murphy. You two take the patient up to the OR getting ready. Bailey I need you for a consult of the other patient in the next room before you operate on this one."

The two interns wheeled the gurney toward the elevator in silence. Callie's mind was on the patient, and Leah was thinking about her failure earlier. The blonde intern was angry with herself. Additionally, she was angry with the other intern.

After they got into the elevator, Callie breathed out heavily. Her gaze fixated on the patient on the gurney, until she felt a stare on her. Looking up, she caught the dagger eyes coming from the other standing person in the elevator.

"What?" She raised her eyebrows toward Leah. Before anything came out of the twisted lips, there is a loud noise and a jolt within the elevator. They are immersed in darkness for a couple of seconds before the emergency lights came on.

The interns stared at each other. They didn't know what was going on and didn't know what to do. For minutes, they could hear people were trying to open the door but the doors didn't move an inch.

"Is everyone all right?" The chief was shouting but the thick metal doors muffled a big part of his words.

"We... we are ok." Leah was trying to yell back but her voice was shaking and barely noticeable from the other side. For a while, they couldn't hear anything but the sound of Callie squeezing the bag to pump air into the patient's lungs.

Suddenly, the doors pulled slowly, and laboriously. The maintenance men were just able to open the inner elevator doors a couple inches outside the elevator, and they found it was stuck between floors. The two interns inside stared at the face appeared behind the gap.

"The rainstorm caused the power overflew, one of the backup generators stopped working." Bailey peeked inside. "Hang in there, keep the patient alive. We'll find a way to get you out of there. How is the patient?"

"He's not looking so good." Callie said the obvious. The man on the gurney was wriggling with pain. "I think he's having a panic attack."

"Push 5 milligrams morphine. Keep him stable. Try to read his blood pressure and keep pumping the damn bag." Bailey called out before disappeared from the interns's sight.

"Where are you going?" Leah cried out, but she got no answer. She tried to look outside, all she could make out was a few navy blue scrub doctors were standing a few feet away from them deep in a discussion.

"Leah! I can't stop my hands." Callie gestured the job she was doing. "Come read his blood pressure and push the morphine."

Leah bit her lips to a thin line tried to suppress her anxiety, but the color of her face under the emergency lights was not looking much better than the patient.

"It's gonna be all right. The attendings are going to come up with a plan to get us out of here. The patient will be all right." The older intern was feeling some sort of anxious as well, but she knew freaking out was not going to help the situation. She could freak out later, maybe.

"Say it." Suddenly, the blonde intern said through her grit teeth while doing what she was told by her peer. Callie didn't really catch it as she was focusing on squeezing the bag in rhythm.

"What?"

"Just say it. If I didn't take that much time to intubate, and fail, then the attendings wouldn't have fought over who they DIDN'T want as an assistant. We would've gotten in the elevator earlier and we wouldn't be stuck in here!" Leah's eyes widened with anger seeming to bore a hole in Callie's face.

"It's not your fault. Quit it, Murphy." Callie said huffily. She really couldn't deal with Leah's self-pity right now.

"No, it's not my fault. I'm an intern and I'm supposed to make mistakes." Leah wrapped the sphygmomanometer around the patient's arm rudely. The Latina stared at her hands with a frown. "But no! Torres needed to be the hero to save the day, jumping in to do everything perfectly."

"What are you talking about? So what? I need to screw up my work to make you look better?" Being in a close chamber with a patient that may or may not die in front of them, and claustrophobia was slowly taking over her mind, Callie started to lose her cool. "Be fair! I know what I'm doing because I study hard and I work hard!"

"You have everything! You're the golden child in this hospital that the chief told everyone that you're the one to watch! You have all the help from the attendings that make everything so easy for you! You have an advantage over every one of us because you are screwing an attending!" Leah yelled from the top of her lungs, her words bounced between the walls. "You are screwing Robbins while I was going on and on talking about her on the first day. You made me look like a fool so I had to settle for the second best. You wanna talk about fair? You got all the opportunities and all I got was syphilis!"

"Don't you dare to blame that on me!" Callie shot back as loud as Leah. And her hands on the bag were squeezing harder and harder. "You chose to sleep with Alex! I already told you he's a bad news!"

"What are you two fools doing?" Bailey leaned down to peek into the elevator, stopping the scream match between the interns with her Bailey voice. "It's not the time or place to bring up your personal crap. Shut up!"

The two women in the elevator bit their lips shut. Next second, Erica showed her face outside the gap. She lay on the floor on her stomach, and someone put down a heavy metal tray next to her.

"Murphy," She said to the intern who was standing closest to the doors. "The panic attack has caused extra stress on the patient's heart, I'm afraid the tear has enlarged and he's bleeding out from his heart."

"What are we going to do?" The intern asked in a shaky voice when the attending handed over a stack of drapes through the gap of the doors.

"You are going to open his chest and stop the bleeding from his heart." Erica answered with a steady voice.