Chapter 6 - New City
Addison ventured upstairs to find Callie's door shut.
Gently knocking she asked,
"Cal, can I come in?" She opened the door to see Callie, laying on her back in bed staring at the ceiling.
"Sure." Not breaking her gaze with the ceiling.
"Scoot over." Addison laid next to her and started to stare at the ceiling as well. "You know, staring at the ceiling won't change anything Cal."
She deeply inhaled and exhaled, "Yes, I'm aware. But I can't help I always pick the worst people to become attracted to. I mean she's engaged, soon to be married to another person, but she fucked Meredith's brains out last night. How does someone do that?"
"Callie,"
"NO! Don't 'Callie' me. I've been cheated on. While married, and do you know how much that sucked Addison?" She was sitting up looking directly at the red head next to her. "Do you have any idea what it was like for my super conservation catholic parents to constantly say 'it'll get better give him a chance', like it was MY fault he was cheating. Only to find out he'd been sleeping with another fellow for 75% of our 8 month marriage?"
Addison just listened. Carefully.
"He literally lied about everything. And then, HE had the balls to divorce me! Like it was my fault I wasn't his stick-figure bimbo ready-made whore! THAN! My first actual healthy relationship, the women leaves me because she's afraid of commitment. Who even said a stupid thing like that? WHO Addison? WHO?"
"Apparently your ex."
"UHGHHH" Callie fell back into the mattress and closed her eyes.
"Look, Cal, we all have our skeletons and baggage. But it'll get better, I know it will. You're a bombshell. A badass. You break and mend bones. You're a badass." Addison stated confidently.
She smiled back, "Yeah, I am pretty badass"
"The biggest bad ass in Boston." they both laughed. "Just for the record, Mer thinks blondie and her lover split. She said something about 'angry sex' and 'more than sex' complexities. I'm not sure, but who knows. She used her to get back to Derek. So, you could be some sick straight girl's pawn to get back at your cocky ex-boyfriend."
"Haha, blondie deserves that much." Pausing internally, and sighing back. "Mmm, do you think I'll, we'll ever see her again?" Callie was asking honestly this time.
"I doubt it love, this is a big city and people come and go more than Meredith's lovers"
She let the words sink into her skin for a moment. Never again blondie. "Speaking of her, I should probably go introduce myself before she thinks I'm a stuck up snob."
"Yes! And then we should get dressed, it's gorgeous out! I want to take you on a tour of the city, maybe go afternoon day drinking? I have tomorrow off!"
A smile spread across her face, "It's a date Addison."
After changing and being formally introduced to Meredith – she's not that bad at all- the childhood friends ventured into the August heat to tour Callie's new city.
Callie never thought she could love another city as much as Miami, but she did. She loved Boston. It was much different from her birthplace, the people, the scenes, everything about it was pleasantly intoxicating.
They walked for hours and ended up going to a hole in the wall bar and restaurant off Newbury Street to grab food and drinks. It was a place Addison fancied in recent years. Taking a seat at the nearly empty bar, the women ordered a round and took a load off.
"Addison, thank you, for today. Really, it was perfect!"
"Please, it was my pleasure. I had a great time catching up and doing nothing."
"I can cheers to that." The pair clinked their glasses and took in their surroundings.
It was a decently sized place, they were the only two at the bar, along with a dozen people eating lunch or dinner – it was three in the afternoon after all. Their conversation was broken when an older woman sprinted from behind the bar to greet another woman who just came in. The two held each other in an embrace only a few feet from the doctors.
"Gia! Meine Familie! Ich freu mich so dich zu sehen!" She kissed both cheeks and hugged her closely again.
"Hallo Tante! Ich habe dich so sehr vermisst!" She wrapped in a bear hug, she was taller, much taller than the woman who was apparently her family or very close to it. She released the elder woman, "Wo ist jeder andere?" She began looking around the restaurant "Ich nach Hause komme , vom Krieg , und niemand wird Sie hier, verdammt !?"
She slapped the taller woman on the head – "GIA! do NOT talk like a sailor in front of customers!" She opened her embrace towards us, "Now, apologize to these lovely ladies for talking like a darn sailor!"
"But auntie – I am a sailor – OW" Her aunt slapped her in the back of the head again.
The pair couldn't help but laugh at the taller woman who was now clearly embarrassed.
"You're not a sailor, you're a medic! Now, say sorry before I embarrass you even more!" Her aunt smiled kindly at the doctors and went back to tending the bar.
"Ladies, I am sorry for interrupting your afternoon drink. Could I buy either of you another round to make up for it?"
She was a bit of a brut, but good-looking. Attractive. Tall, at least six feet tall. Brown hair neatly tucked into a perfect military style bun. Big, grey-blue, eyes. A nose that looked like it had been broken over a hundred times and a chipped smile that only confirmed the previous observation. And she had this smoothness with words coupled with those eyes that would make silk envious.
Easy Callie, one let down shouldn't become two.
Addison spoke up, "Actually, we were only going to have one – "
Callie interrupted swiftly. "We would gladly enjoy another round if you'd care to enjoy it with us." Callie could kick Addison for almost blowing it.
"Brilliant." She flashed a sideways smile at us "I just have to go say hi to a few more people and I'll be back"
The taller woman left the two doctors in their bar stools, Callie was practically awe struck.
"Are you serious Cal?"
"What?! I need something to take my mind off of things and she's worth looking at while I enjoy another margarita." Callie was acting stupid and looking even dumber. "At least we're getting a drink out of it. More than what you would have done!"
"ONE drink Calliope. I mean it."
Callie cringed at the use of her actual name, "Don't call me that and FINE."
"Why do you think she's wearing a fancy suit if she's military? Not to mention she's built like a she-man sort of, bit of a brut you know?"
She was in a suit, a very fitting suit navy suit with a forest green under shirt. Dark brown oxfords that where impeccably shined. It did seem a bit odd for a woman, who apparently was in the military, to be wearing a suit, on a Saturday in the summer. Who cares Callie, she's fun to look at.
"I do not know but that suit, it makes her ass look amazing."
"It's rude to stare Calliope"
"DON'T call me that."
The woman returned after a few minutes, and kept her promise of joining the roommates for another round. She stood behind the bar and served them their drinks.
"So, do I get the graces of knowing either of your names?" The taller woman took a sip of her beer and leaned into the bar.
"My name is Addison and this is Callie. She's just moved up her from Miami and is one of my childhood friends. And you may be?"
"Gaetana, Gaetana von Ingersleben. My aunt owns this restaurant." Waving her hands up.
"You speak German?" Addison wasted no time, she was also very intrigued by this woman.
"Ja, ich spreche Deutsch." She smiled small, "German isn't the sexiest language, but my second. My last name gives it away, first name throws everyone off."
Addison began to read this woman even more intensely, as if is she were sizing her up like a piece of meat needing to be marinated.
"You're first name?' Addison was clearly confused by the statement.
"Well yes. My first name, 'Gaetana', it's very uhh, Italian. And my last name – very, uh German."
"Interesting"
"Ah, sure I guess." She smiled directly at Callie, "So what do you ladies do for a living?"
"We're doctors, fourth year residents to be exact." Addison stated. She was very proud of herself and had no problem boosting about it either.
"Excellent, what are you fields of interest – doctors?" She raised her eyebrows and starred directly into their eyes.
It rolled off of her tongue as if it was liquid sex. Verbal sex. I wonder what else could roll off of that tongue.
"I'm an OBGYN at BWH and Callie is,"
"Orthopedics. I'm an orthopedic surgeon." She flashed that mega-watt smile that could light a city.
The taller woman nodded and smiled at both of them taking another drag from her bottle. Her heart rate increased seeing the Latina's smile across her face.
"What do you do Gaetana?" Callie asked politely
"Please, call me G or Gia, and I am a number of things. I am a corpsmen for the Navy until 2010 and a mortician until, I die, I guess."
Callie nearly choked on her drink – "You, like, you are a mortician? An undertaker? Like a-a funeral director?"
Her eyes went wide as if it was nothing out of the ordinary, nodding back. "Yes, I am. My mother's family owns a funeral home. The largest one in Boston actually. You say it like you've never seen a female mortician?"
Callie felt stupid and slightly arrogant from the other woman's response.
"Well it's not every day you meet a funeral director." Addison rebounded for her embarrassed friend. That makes up for the early mishap Ads
"That's true. People tend to get freaked out, it's a very small field and an even smaller percentage of it is female. At least I get to wear bad ass suits all the time." Her phone began to vibrate on the bar, "Could you doctors excuse me please, I have to take this call." She went to the back of the bar to carry on her phone conversation.
"Callie you should ask her for her number." Addison nudged her friend.
"Addison, no way. I know nothing about this woman, I would look like a weirdo. Not to mention, I don't even know if she's gay Ads" Callie nervously stated. She wanted to know more about this woman, even if she wasn't her type, it wouldn't hurt.
"Wrong, wrong and wrong. The way you two were visually undressing one another - she's into you. And you know her name and what she does - you do know something about her. AND she's clearly gay - what woman has tailored suits and matching Oxford belt sets? I'm asking her for you when she comes back."
"ADDISON!" Callie's face went stiff then sour – she hadn't thought about dating since her last disaster and since the blonde she instantly felt connected to was a cheating spouse. But what the fuck – something about this German speaking undertaker aroused Callie. "No, do NOT."
But before Callie could scold her friend, she was stopped by G walking back out to the bar.
"Doctors, I apologize, but I have to leave. Duty calls. Thank you for the company and maybe I'll see you around." She smiled and shook their hands and was about halfway out the door. Addison made way behind her but Callie jumped up and stopped her. No way Dr. Montgomery, no freakin' way are YOU getting this woman's number for me. She nodded at Addison to sit down and swallowed her pride. Here goes nothing!
"Hey! G, can I ask you one more question?"
She stopped in the doorway and gave Callie complete attention. For a moment Callie stared up into what looked like steely gray irises, melting brown orbs by the second.
"Uhm, I-I, don't want to sound like I'm imposing or a creep, I mean not a creep, just. UM, I just wanted to know if you know, uhm," She was rambling. "So I would like to, wow. I am really bad at this."
"You're rambling doctor, but instead of rambling here..." She took a pen and pad of paper from the inside pockets of her suit jacket, "Why don't you call me, and ramble to me there." She handed the Latina her number, kissed her on the cheek and said "It was a pleasure meeting you Callie, let's get together again soon." She turned on oxford heels and was out the door before Callie could thank her.
Callie was smiling ear to ear, she practically floated back to her bar stool.
"I take it, it went well?"
"More than well Addison. I am really going to like Boston"
AN: Sorry if my German isn't what it used to be/grammatically incorrect - haven't had to write it since undergrad! Thanks for reading :)
