AN1: Wow, so I am so sorry I left you guys hanging for almost a month! If I could tell you everything that has happened in my life in 20 days you'd say I was full of it, so I won't get into it.

AN2: WTF is going on on Grey's right now? Am I the only one who's like this is nonsense torture between two characters who have been tortured enough? Does anyone want to comment on the logical fact that Callie is moving Sofia away from her family + friends for a year. A year, just to go back to where she came from? Nope, doesn't make any sense to me either. #TeamSofia

AN3: And thank you for reading :) ...

Chapter 18. – Ever have Pizza?

The two women exited the home to finally begin their first date. Despite it being so late, and only a Monday, Callie was determined to make it worthwhile.

"Okay, well first things first Callie, I am driving. Hand over the keys." Arizona stuck her hand out and cocked her head to the side. "Don't make me take them from you, besides I know where to go."

Callie couldn't argue with that, this city was a nightmare to navigate for the Miami native. She handed the keys to Arizona and let the shorter woman drive.

"So, this pizza place we're going to is a staple to East Boston, I hope you're ready." Arizona smiled at Callie.

"Really? It's just pizza Arizona." Callie couldn't help but blush at the flash of dimples that caught her eye.

"No, see that's what I thought. There's pizza, then there's pizza". Arizona added a silly sounding accent to the end to emphasize the difference between the two.

"Haha, really? Are you serenading me with pizza?" She smiled wide at the woman beside her. She couldn't believe how smitten she was by Arizona.

They finally arrived to their destination, nestled in the middle of East Boston, Arizona parked under an overpass. Grabbing the Latina's hand she led them to the restaurant front.

"So, consider this your forewarning, this place is over 100 years old and hasn't been redecorated since 1980. But trust me, the pizza is unreal."

"Is that why we're going to into what looks like someone's house?"

"Yes, just, trust me."

Arizona was completely right when she said the place hasn't been decorated since 1980. The front door of the restaurant abutted their neighbor's triple decker. The sign itself was hand painted and mounted proudly in the middle of the flat top roof. The first level housed the pizza parlor and the second level looked like someone's apartment. Situated on a corner lot, sandwiched between dozens of other triple decker's, it was the first authentic vibe Callie got from Boston.

Stepping into the tiny home/restaurant, Callie's senses where greeted with the most delicious smells ever. Taking in the surroundings, the walls were covered in photographs: floor to ceiling, wall to wall. The entire kitchen, all thirty square feet of it, was completely open to the restaurant. Two massive brick oven stoves were nestled in the corner and one charcoal grill sat directly across from them. There was one older man making pizzas, one younger man cutting pizza and the third middle aged one on the grill. All three gentlemen looked like family, representing a different generation of life.

Arizona had to pull Callie out of her gaze before she got run over by a server.

"You okay Cal? Our table is right in the corner, come on." Arizona held Callie's hand all the way to their table and the pair sat down.

They didn't get any menus and they were thrown mismatch cups for water and a pitcher of beer. "Server will be over to take your order shortly, need anything else blondie?" Arizona nodded and took the empty cups and began to fill them with beer.

"Are they always this rude here?" Callie was slightly appalled by the behavior of the wait staff.

"No, well yes. It's just a thing I guess you could say. It like that in some smaller places in Boston. They don't appreciate new comers and well, you're a new comer. New comers tend to 'Mouth Breath', take up space and slow down the restaurant. This entire wait staff is all family and they've owned this business for a century, so for them, they really don't need new comers, they rely on regulars." Arizona took a sip of beer, and waited for Callie to respond.

"Are you telling yourself that or…?"

"G actually told me that. She's kind of right. I mean, this place has endured two world wars, and look," Arizona pointed to a picture beside Callie's head, "Robert DeNiro even likes this pizza. He doesn't care about service, he cares about pizza."

It was Robert DeNiro, along with Tom Hanks in another picture, Mr. T, George Forman, Barbra Walters, Madonna, it was rather impressive.

"This better be awesome pizza."

"Oh, it's super, awesome, pizza"

Arizona ordered their pizza, and turned her focus back to the beautiful brunette before her. She didn't get a chance to really see what Callie was wearing but it made her mouth water.

She had on a forest green halter top that made her tan skin glow. A skin tight leather jacket that was now draped behind her. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, simple, but she was painfully gorgeous in Arizona's eyes.

Callie took the chance to drink in Arizona while she was speaking with their server. She was wearing a cute purple checker print flannel. The purple did wonders for her eyes and made it hard for Callie to focus. Diverting her attention down, she caught a glimpse of the two supple breasts peeking out from her partially unbutton flannel.

"You're staring Callie." Arizona flashed her dimples at Callie.

She blushed slightly, those dimples are going to be the death of me.

"And, if I am?" Callie flirted back.

"That's a bit much for the first date eh?"

"Fine, then tell me about yourself Ms. Arizona Robbins, so it won't be much on the second date."

"Well, why don't you ask me what you want to know?"

Callie was really begin to ponder this woman in front of her. She had all of these complex layers to her that she couldn't make out at all and that drove Callie mad. From the rumors at the hospital, to the stories she had heard from her best friend, to the plain and simple facts that Arizona Robbins was the most gorgeous woman she ever laid eyes on.

"Well, okay, let's do it like this. I ask a question, then you ask me a question? Fair?"

"I can play along Torres." Arizona took a sip of her beer and placed it down.

"Why the name Arizona?" She took a sip and cocked an eyebrow, it was a really unique name after all.

"My grandfather served on the USS Battleship Arizona during WW2. When Pearl Harbor was bombed, he rescued 19 men before he perished in the sea. So, I got the name Arizona, in his honor." Taking another sip, "So, Calliope that, is a gorgeous name."

"Please, only my father and mother call me that. But my mom was big into Greek Mythology, she's a professor of law at U Miami currently. Where did you grow up?"

"Everywhere. My dad is a Colonel for the Marines so every 12 to 18 months it was a new base, new place. I was born in San Diego, I couldn't tell you about the places between then and kindergarten. We lived in Chicago, then Georgia I think, um, Tokyo, Germany, Texas, and Guam for a little bit. We finally settled in Virginia when Tim and I were 16. When we both graduated high school we moved to Boston, so I guess you could say I consider this place my home. How about you?"

"How was that living on a base your entire life? And I've only lived in Miami, well I joined the Peace Corp for two years, went back to Miami, and now Boston."

"The idea of it is fun, I guess you could say. I never really had any close childhood friends but you at least get to start over every new base. And Peace Corp? Where did you go?"

"Botswana. It was the most amazing experience of my life. Oh, look our pizza is here!"

Two perfectly cooked pizzas were dropped in front of them.

"Ok, so this is their white pizza, lightly seasoned, fresh plum tomato and spinach. My personal favorite. And this, is their house special, homemade crumbled sausage, pepper and onion. To die for."

Arizona was right, this wasn't just pizza, it was potentially the best pizza Callie had ever had. The dough was perfectly crisp and soft on the inside. The fresh mozzarella cheese was every equal part flavorful and stringy. But the toppings, well, the homemade sausage was enough to make anybody swoon.

"Arizona, you were completely right, this is by far the most amazing pizza I've ever had."

She flashed another big dimply smile at the woman, "And you doubted me because?"

"Seriously, this pizza is like friggin' orgasmic. I am having a food orgasm." Callie froze at the abrupt phrase that just spewed like word vomit from her mouth. Normally, she would only talk like that around her close friends, not her first date. This could end horribly.

Arizona was only slightly taken aback. Granted it was brash for a first date, but hell, she's a Naval surgeon, she's heard plenty worse. Besides, she secretly loved it.

"Orgasms on the first date and you still have your clothes on?" She wiggled her brows up and down suggestively. "I'll take it. But I prefer the real kind."

"Well, only time will tell Arizona." Callie let out an internal sigh of relief – that could have went much worse.

The two continued to eat their pizza, casually flirting back and forth, learning more and more about one another. Like how they both hate sandwiches, old coffee, politics, and their high schools. Most importantly that they both love pizza, their friends, careers, and the city they currently live in. The comfort Arizona found in Callie was unlike anything she had ever experienced with prior women. She loved the way Callie smiled and how she occasionally brushed her stray hairs behind her ear. Callie was even more enamored by the beautiful blonde in front of her. She swore she could hide away in those dimples. The way she laughed was infectious, and her cerulean eyes nearly sparkled every time she looked into them.

They soon realized that they were staring at one another and not saying a word. It was okay though, because this was where they wanted to be. Silence was comforting until it was broken when a more than hasty server dropped their check in the middle of the table.

"Okay love birds, here's you bill and leftovers. Have a good night."

Snapping out of their trance, Arizona paid the bill and pulled Callie out into the September night. Leading them to the car she made headway to their final destination for their date. Parking along a neighborhood street, they walked some ways and arrived at their final destination.

"So, where are you taking me?" Callie laced her fingers in between Arizona's and rested her head on her shoulder.

"Just wait. This is one of the best views of the city and my favorite park."

The once run down pier was converted into a 2 acre park abutting Boston Harbor. The view of the city was absolutely breath taking. An unobstructed view of the Boston skyline only separated by the harbor. Lights twinkled in haze and the water gently washed up against the pier.

The generally conservative serial dater was pulling out all types of tricks for the brunette. She wanted to make sure she left a lasting impression. And she knew this would for sure leave an impression. Walking down to the furthest point of the pier Arizona stopped at the railing and faced her date.

"So, this is where I am taking you. It's not Miami, but its home for me, us. This is one of my favorite places in the city."

Callie's jaw dropped. It was gorgeous, post card worthy, gorgeous.

"Are you okay Calliope?"

Turning from the view to face the shorter woman, "Yeah, I, I'm okay. This view," spreading out her arms, "Is just wow."

"Wow is good." Arizona chuckled at the Latina. Her facial expression spoke a thousand words. She looked like a kid on Christmas morning.

Wrapping her arm around her date, Arizona shifted Calliope to face her head on.

"I had a good time tonight Calliope."

"Me too. Thank you for all of this. It was amazing." She tilted her head to the side as if she were asking for it and leaned slightly towards Arizona.

Arizona wasted no time, meeting Callie halfway. Their lips met again, for a second time since they've gotten to know one another. It wasn't rushed or hasty. It wasn't in an on call room either. It was perfect.

Arizona slid her hands to the small of Callie's back, and drew them together more intimately. Callie brought her hand up to a porcelain check and the other hand pulled at her back as equally. Lips morphed together perfectly. Languid tongues met in the middle and gently massaged one another.

Neither could explain what they felt in that connection between two muscles but everything that came pouring out enlightened enough. With each and every swipe of her thumb across the porcelain cheek, Arizona felt her libido heighten. Their breathing become more ragged and uncontrolled. Lazy tongues suddenly became hungrier for the other ones taste. Hands that where once safely resting on the small of a back came dangerously close to two perfectly shaped butt checks.

Callie swore she should have collapsed from a lack of oxygen. Surrendering all control to the petite blonde, her knees became weak with every swirl of that talented tongue. Moans became muffled and she soon felt herself being pressed up against the railing. Swiftly moving her hands from the back to front, Arizona gripped onto leather lapels, pulling the woman deeper into her mouth.

Her hands were bracing up against the fiery blonde and the railing. They must have looked like two horny teenagers instead of two medical doctors the way they sucked at each other's faces. She knew that if she didn't stop it soon, this doctor was going to have her way.

Before Calliope could pry the ravenous blonde from her mouth and before Arizona could take this woman right here against a park railing, the all too distinct sound of keys crashing against granite brought them back to reality.

PLINK, CLINK, PLOP

"SON OF A! SHIT! CRAP!" The blonde just stood there, staring over the railing at the bottom of the pier. Gawking at the more than likely overpriced key of that brand new Range Rover, glistening in sky light.

It took Callie a moment before she knew what had happened. Her legs were still like Jell-O and she had that all too funny feeling in the pit of her stomach that told her something really bad just transpired. In a fit of laughter she bellowed out at Arizona, nearly falling over.

"Is this, really, this just, wait." She couldn't contain herself and it didn't help Arizona's cause, it only infuriated the blonde more.

"Stop laughing Calliope! This isn't funny!"

Another belly laugh came from the Latina, "No, it's fricking hilarious!"

"Yeah, hi-lar-i-ous."

"Okay, you're right it's not funny, but what do you propose we do now?"

"For starters, I am not calling G. I am going to get that key."

"Arizona, NO. That's a 15 foot drop straight into rocks. There's no trespassing signs everywhere! Clearly there's a reason no one should go down there. NO." Callie pointer her finger assertively towards Arizona to try and stop her.

Arizona rolled her eyes, handed Callie her valuables and rolled up her sleeves. "I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." She flexed her muscles in a joking fashion, "But, I, Arizona Brooke Robbins, daughter of Marine Colonel Daniel Robbins, twin sister of Navy SEAL Timothy Daniel Robbins, do NOT give up." She waved her finger back and forth, "And these trespassing signs and those rocks over there are just asking to be broken and climbed down."

Blonde locks flew over the railing and began to scale the nearly vertical wall. Callie wanted to yell at her partner in crime, but she couldn't. Watching Arizona climb down the wall actually turned her on. Keeping a look out for any coast guard patrolling or any passersby she watched Arizona expertly navigate the jagged rocks in search for the car keys.

"Hey, Cal, they were over here right? I can't see that well from down here."

Leaning over the railing from where they just were, she could see the metal US Navy key chain and car keys shine in the light, deep in a crevice between two rocks.

"Ok, so, um move to the right. No, my right. Yes! Ok, now it's between the two rocks below your left foot. Good!"

"Okay, now what Calliope?"

The two performed an intricate dance of monkey see monkey do: Callie acted as the eyes and Arizona acted as the hands. Together they made a near flawless team.

"Now, from here it looks like there's about a foot between the top of the rocks and the ledge. But be very careful, they could fall all the way in."

"No really Callie? Okay, well I never thought I'd get to say this on a first date, but I'm going in."

Callie chuckled, "You know, for being a prestigious doctor, you really do talk like a sailor sometimes."

The brunette observed closely as Arizona laid nearly flat against the rocks to get her arm completely into the gap. With a few grunts, cusses, and deep breaths later, she got the keys.

"I got them!" Jumping to her feet with exuberance and keys now clutched in her hands, she made way back through the jagged rocks.

She clapped loudly and scream, "YES! Okay, just be careful! And don't drop the keys again!" Callie smiled big at the motivated blonde.

"You think I want to do this again?" Arizona laughed, took out her dog tag chain and attached the keys to it, ensuring that this event would not repeat itself. Scoping the wall for the perfect spot, she began to scale the granite stone surface. With one final lift, she was back at the guardrail, where her damsel in distress was eagerly waiting for her.

Helping the blonde over the railing and onto safety's side she wrapped her up in a bear hug. "Promise me you won't lose the car keys on any of our dates ever again?"

Arizona faltered for a moment, 'Dates? Like as in multiple, dates. Okay. Yes.' She nestled herself into the crook of Callie's neck. Sinking herself in the woman's essence and lightly brushing her lips against the throbbing pulse point.

"Dates, Calliope? Who said we're going on any more dates?"

The heat from her mouth surprisingly sent chills through Callie. The way her breath hitched over a certain area Arizona grazed made Callie dizzy. Regaining her focus she whispered into an ear, "No one did, but I think I owe you after tonight." Making sure to skim her plush lips across that creamy lobe, she felt the blonde shudder, confirming their tensions were mutual.

There will be many, many dates to come...