12. Never Forgiving
Arizona began to stir when she heard sounds coming from the other room. She rolled over to her right and found the spot vacant. Coming to her senses she realized her suiter was gone and someone was in her house.
4 in the afternoon already? Ah, great.
She grabbed the robe from the back of her door and headed to the living room to see what the commotion was. What she was greeted with was something beyond belief.
First in her line of site was none other than her mistress, to the right of her was Joanne and across from them was G. Slipping into the room Arizona was shot with daggers by her ex and her lady friend.
"ARIZONA! Can you please explain to me why either of these women are in your house?" Joanne looked awful. Her eyes were puffy from the lack of sleep and hours spent crying, skin was pale, hair was a rat's nest and she looked famished. "Please, Arizona, explain to me how this happens? You dump me last night and you've already moved on? You can do much better than this. Please."
"Joanne, why are YOU here?" Arizona pointed a finger directly at her ex, the venom in her words was pungent. "I explicitly told you I never wanted to see you again. You made it a point to cheat on ME with one of your interns in OUR bed. I will NEVER forgive you for that Joanne." She didn't break eye contact until she met the woman beside Joanne.
"Colleen, I apologize for this," pointing at Joanne, "and for whatever she did or said," Now pointing to G. "You can leave, you don't have to stay. I'm sorry about all of this, honestly."
The younger woman got up and approached Arizona. She wasn't the least bit phased by the ensemble of G or the visible heartache on Joanne. "Thank YOU Arizona, I had a good time."
What appeared to be a friendly hug goodbye soon turned into a full on kiss on the lips. Arizona froze, her eyes snapped open and were met with emerald resentful spheres. G's mouth nearly dropped to the floor as she watched this lady friend make out with Arizona in front of her ex-fiancé.
"YOU FILTHY LITTLE-" Joanne sprung up to break the contact and the other woman's face but she was abruptly stopped by G. G got up and flung the woman back to her seat on the sofa with such force it nearly knocked picture frames and decorations off the walls.
Arizona jumped between the two women before the violence progressed.
"Gaetana, go sit down. Joanne, you need to leave here and never come back."
"Arizona, please hear me out. Please." Joanne was begging at this point but Arizona had long made up her mind.
"Joanne, I will call the cops. You need to move on with your life without me in it. I will never forgive you for what you did to me. Ever. I've already cancelled the wedding and you have your ring back. Move on." Arizona's tone was clear and to the point. She wanted nothing to do with Joanne anymore.
"FINE!" She sat up, visibly shaken when G jumped up behind Arizona. "Fine, you two, have your life together. I don't care. I tried to make this work for us Arizona and you threw it away." She turned to face G head on. "And YOU! With you're stupid fucking funeral home, guns, money and cockiness. You're so arrogant you think you can buy everything from everyone. You are no body to Arizona. You are no body in this city. Go and run away to Iraq again and see how fast she forgets you. See how fast everyone forgets you when you leave again. I'm surprised they haven't kicked your dykey self out G, because if they ever found out who the REAL Gaetana is, they'd lock you away for good."
*SLAP*
"Joanne that was the last time you'll ever feel me. Don't you EVER insult a fellow soldier, MY best friend again and don't you EVER say you knew me. Leave. NOW."
The slamming apartment door was all Arizona needed to confirm she was long gone and never coming back. She made way to the fridge to hydrate herself and ice her hand. Damn that hurt so good.
"Can you please tell me why my ex, Colleen and you were in my living room?" Arizona sat at the kitchen table with a bottle of water and an ice-pack for her hand.
"We were supposed to go on a run at 15:00. You weren't answering my phone calls so I let myself into your house. I found you and lady friend Colleen naked in bed, so I decided to wait it out until you two got up. Turns out, she woke up first and right as she was halfway out the door Joanne showed up screaming like a weirdo. I pretty much saved Colleen's life."
Arizona laughed, "I think she was on a suicide mission after that whole scene."
"Yes, she was." G laughed, "Wait, and was that Nurse Colleen? From MGH Ortho? I thought she was like a stage five bio-hazard clinger?"
"Yes, she is. But I went out for a drink last night after Joanne left and she was at the bar. I couldn't not say no."
"Sure you couldn't. You waste no time Battleship. No time. All of one week being single and you've already added two women to your bedpost. I clearly need to catch up."
"Clearly you do."
XXX
"Dr. Torres? You there?"
"Yes! Uh, sorry Dr. Wineberg, I am just a bit overwhelmed, excited! Very excited. But I need coffee."
Saying Callie was fried was putting it lightly. After being woken up at 4AM, rushed into surgery, touring the hospital, getting her locker, scrubs, lab coat, pager, patients and Dr. Wineberg's encyclopedia of case studies, she was re-fried. It was only five in the afternoon.
"Coffee sounds great! Let's grab some and I'll tell you about our sport's therapy programs we are running in conjunction with Spaulding."
Great, can't wait.
Callie didn't get home until eight that night and had to report back by seven the following day. She was finished. Neither of her roommates were home so she had the place to herself for the first time.
Plopping down on the large sofa in the living room she turned on the Food Network to numb her head before diving into case files. The dull buzzing on the coffee table was a call from a close friend she was more than happy to answer.
"Torres! You're alive."
"No Mark, I am not alive, dead people just answer phones all the time." She laughed in the phone. "How's Miami Gen without me? You must be bored to tears."
"Ah, same old. New interns this week. Nothing great to see, which is a bummer. I've decided to abstain for a month."
"Really? Are you abstaining because the lack of good looking interns or because you're in a bet with someone?"
"Neither. I am saving myself for someone Torres. New nurse who is out of this world gorgeous. But I need to preserve myself."
"Whatever you say Mark. How long has it been?"
"Two days."
"I give seven days at most. Most."
"You're on. So have you met anyone up in Boston yet? It must be prime selection, with all the hospitals, colleges, and women."
"Actually, yes. But I'm not sure what to do Mark. She's not my type per say, but I like her. She's got this spitfire personality and is tall. Really tall. Covered in tattoos. Which is kind of hot. Big grey eyes too."
"Does this tattooed lady have a name? What does she do?"
"Gaetana. She's a naval corpsman and funeral director."
"Mmm, and where do you find one of those? Seems like a good time."
"Ha-ha, we met at her aunt's restaurant. And she is. Definitely knows how to swoon a lady. But she leaves for training in two months and then goes back to Iraq for another year. It's like wasted energy."
"Not unless if you sleep with her and leave it at that. You know, like friends with benefits. That's what I would do. Does she look like a good lay?"
"Mark, can you for once not think with little Sloan? I am asking for advice here."
"Yes. Big and little Sloan agree that that is the best option. Just you know, sleep, bang, have sex, do whatever you want to call it. And leave it at that."
"You know, I can't even be mad at you because I can see that stupid smirk through the phone. Thanks but no thanks."
"Have it your way, she'll be gone before you know it and then you'll wonder what it could have been like."
Callie thought about Mark's argument and before she could respond she heard his pager going off in the background.
"Cal, I gotta cut this short. Page to the ER. And don't think about it just do it Torres."
"Yeah-yeah, Mark. Have fun abstaining."
Callie sat back on the sofa mindlessly staring out the bay windows. Catching herself in the rat race of thoughts.
Maybe I should just stick with the friends with benefits thing. You can't create a relationship in two months then put it on hold for another year. No. plus, you just got here Callie. Why settle down with the first-er second, lady you find attractive?
What if, what if she wants the same thing too? Hmmm...
What if you run into GI Blondie again? Ha, that would be hilarious.
What if Blondie knows G? Yeah right. No. No way. This is a huge city with lots of people. Addison said so herself. No freakin' way Torres.
XXX
The rest of the week went on as it normally should. Arizona was back in the trauma center at Mass Gen and Callie was consumed by the never ending stockpile of ongoing case studies and patients Dr. Wineberg dumped on her.
Callie and G even went on a second date which consisted of Tapas and salsa dancing. Much ado to Calliope's relief, G felt the same way about their relationship. Casual. Was the word she put to it. They could both settle on that. G didn't want or expect Callie to wait forever or become worried sick while she was deployed. It was a war she was going to after all. She wanted a friend and that was it.
Several days later Callie proposed G come to her house for dinner since the woman had so graciously taken her out twice before. Callie knew her roommates wouldn't be home so they'd have the entire place to themselves. What was supposed to be a relaxing evening spent watching crappy movies and drinking wine from the bottle turned into a full-fledged sex fest. Mark was right – this woman was a good time.
Callie floated into Mass Gen the following day. She felt like she could break and reset every bone in the body in record timing. It was post climax ecstasy. Her day only got better once she saw a text from G saying she had to come by the hospital and they should grab a coffee together.
Rounding the corner into the Cafeteria she saw the undeniable frame of G, tailored to perfection in a pinstripe suit. Standing on either side of the woman, however were two others who Callie knew. She had to do a triple take to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her. Time stood still as she gazed at the women opposite the one she slept with. There was the petite frame of Dr. Altman, which looked starving next to G. But the other one, the other one.
What the fuck Torres?
Sprinting out of the café before anyone could catch her, she grabbed her phone and wasted no time dialing her roommate, Meredith.
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