Callie stood at the door of the coffee shop watching the scene unfold. It was normal for a weekday morning. A couple ordering and paying for cups of coffee to go. The only thing was it made her heart hurt slightly watching Arizona Robbins interact with the other women, especially the casual affection. Looking the other women up and down a few times, she could appreciate the woman's looks and fair to say if Callie didn't know who she was, she would have tried to hit on her. Then the thought of her infidelity crossed her mind and the Latina again felt pain for Arizona.

This was stupid, Callie thought to herself, she couldn't do this. Well she shouldn't but they kept running into each other and whenever the Latina saw Arizona she couldn't help what she felt.

The brunette standing next to Arizona gave her a kiss on the cheek before walking straight past Callie and out the door. That was when the blonde finally saw her. An involuntary smile playing on both their lips. Clearing her throat, Callie walked over.

"Are you stalking me?" The smile was now missing from Arizona's face and all of a sudden things got tense.

"You're the one who keeps showing up in my establishments." Callie innocently pointed out.

"What? You own this place to?"

"Yep." The Latina responded before accepting the pre-ordered coffee from her employee. "So that was girlfriend." Arizona gave her a look which said not to go there but Callie couldn't resist. "What you never told me her name so..."

"Jasmine!" The blonde interrupted.

"She's hot." Callie declared and when Arizona just looked away she pushed on "Okay so I seem more into your girl than you do." That was it.

"Then why don't you screw her then?" Arizona snapped.

"Arizona, I wouldn't..." She had pushed to far this time.

"Why not? She likes to cheat and you clearly don't care who you sleep with, its perfect isn't it?"

Before Callie could respond, she watched Arizona turn and storm out.

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That evening Arizona strolled into The Acorn bar hand in hand with Jasmine. She had shaken off her earlier outburst until a very unwanted figure came into view.

"What's up Doc?" Jonathon asked mischievously eyeing up the woman next to Arizona.

"You know him?" Jasmine asked the blonde.

"Umm..." She gave the man a pleading look, "Yeah he came into the ER with a head trauma and we spoke briefly." She turned back to the dark haired man who was dressed in a black suit with white shirt.

"That's right. " Arizona hoped only she saw the wink he gave.

"So this doesn't seem like your kind of place." The blonde was getting good at changing the subject.

"What, because it's not a gay bar? Shouldn't be yours either, although I'm sure you could pull anywhere."

"Are you hitting on my girlfriend?" The brunette was getting a weird vibe and Arizona gave him a warning look.

"Nope, I'm not... Why don't you get a booth and I will get your drinks."

"Two white wines please, if you're paying?" Jasmine answered for them both but Arizona saw where this was going. Just her luck, if they he owned this place.

"Well technically yes but we prefer to say they're on the house."

"Oh you run this place?" Jasmine hadn't noticed how pale Arizona had got when her suspicions were confirmed.

"With my business partner yeah. In fact..." Jonathon turned to look the peds surgeon in the eye, "She might be around here somewhere. I reckon you would get on very well."

"That would be nice." Jasmine was oblivious.

"Babe," Arizona turned to talk to her girlfriend, "Why don't you get a booth? I'm gonna go to the bathroom."

"Okay." And with a peck on the cheek, the brunette disappeared into the crowd to find a table. The blonde turned back to face the smirking man.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Nothing."

"I don't know what Calliope told you but stay away please."

"You know no-one gets to actually call her that right?"

"Jonathon?"

"She told me that you were in a relationship, I'm guessing with that woman there. That was all, which is odd because we usually share every disgusting detail of our encounters with the same sex. You, clearly are the exception." Arizona looked to the ground, she couldn't stand that that woman had got so far under her skin so soon. "I won't bring it up again and I was joking, I don't think she is coming here tonight."

"Thank you. So where's my free drink?" She figured she should just try to enjoy this evening.

"Coming right up."

Eventually, Arizona was sat back in the booth with Jasmine's arm around her shoulder, listening to the idle chit chat between her girlfriend and Jonathon. He somehow charmed his way into their evening, a trick she guessed he learned from Callie. Dam it! Stop thinking about her, she told herself.

Just when she had started to relax though she caught a glimpse of the Latina leading a woman through a door saying private. Arizona had to swallow the lump in her throat, only being able to guess what was going on the other side. After that she forced herself to join in the conversation at the table before Jasmine realised her mind was somewhere else.

About an hour later her girlfriend was talking about a case she had that day. Jasmine was a Neuro Surgeon at Seattle Press.

"So this guy had a GCS of five and his left pupil was blown..."

"Oh that's nothing!" Jonathon declared.

"What?" Arizona asked "That's not nothing."

"Well Cal survived worse, ain't that right? He had raised his voice to get her attention as she walked back from the bar with a glass of lemonade.

"What you on about now?" She asked in mock annoyance before looking up. She had to sit down when she saw those blue eyes. Before things got too quiet, Jonathon said:

"What was your GCS thingy?"

"Why?" Callie didn't want to talk about this.

"Your Mom told me that time. What was it?"

"Uh, three at its lowest." She gave in.

"And didn't your pupil blow or something?"

The Latina took a deep breath and closed her eyes. When she opened them she found Arizona staring at her. "They both did, the left one twice." She informed the table.

"Wow! What happened?" asked Jasmine who was clearly the one out of the loop.

"I had meningitis"

"Must have been some powerful strain."

"Yeah it was, I spent a week in a coma and should have died but hey, no-one had the perfect childhood right." Callie stood and walked back over to the bar. Arizona only pulled her gaze away when she heard her girlfriend's pager.

"Crap, sorry babe its 911."

"It's okay."

Callie watched again, as she had that morning, as Arizona kissed her girlfriend goodbye. Jonathon was soon by her side.

"Sorry if I pushed things, Cal."

She didn't answer though, instead she rounded the bar and filled her half empty glass of lemonade with scotch.

"Cal." He said in a warning tone but she walked away.

"Is she okay?" He hadn't noticed Arizona walk up next to him.

"You really care?"

"More than I should. She isn't meant to drink right?"

"As long as she has just one, she'll be fine."

"We had an argument earlier. Is that why..."

"She is under your skin right?" He turned to face the blonde who nodded in response. "She does that to everyone. Trust me, I've known her a long time. Only I think you're actually on her mind all the time to. And I've never seen that." He took a deep breath. "You see the door that says private?" After another nod he continued, "Go through it and at the end of the corridor there is another door. On the other side, there are stairs to the roof. That's where she will be." And with that he walked off.

Arizona practically ran through both doors, up the stairs and out onto the roof.

"Do just want a list of my businesses? That will probably make this whole avoiding each other thing much easier." Callie was sat on a park bench which seemed out of place on the bar roof.

"I don't think I can avoid you." She went to sit next to the Latina. The bench faced outwards, overlooking the city skyline. "I'm sorry for this morning; I took my crap out on you which was unfair."

"You think that's why I'm out here drinking?" Callie finally turned to look at the blonde.

"It's not?" When all she received was silence, Arizona said: "I'm sorry I said that you don't care who you sleep with."

"Why it's true. In fact that's kind of the point." The blonde looked at her confused. "Okay so I do care a little. I make sure the person is healthy, obviously but mainly I care that they are as much of a stranger as possible." She declared, taking another sip.

"Because of your brain injury."

"Hey, you are getting better at this."

"Well, the first night we met you said that you could tell me because we weren't gonna have sex."

"I still shouldn't have told you."

"Why not?"

"You look at me differently; I hate it when people do that."

"That's why you don't want people to know? You think that they won't sleep with you?"

"No, I know they won't." Arizona looked at her sadly. "You're giving me the look. You can tell a lot from the way people look at you. That one right there," She pointed at Arizona's face, "That one is "I'm sorry you are the way you are" and that's the worst. No-one wants to sleep with the girl who forgets her own name, or if they do, they're one to avoid. It's worse than the Jesus look."

Once Arizona had regained her composure after the forgetting her name comment, she finally asked: "Jesus look?"

"When I woke up from my coma, everybody including the doctors looked at me like I wasn't meant to be there. I was told all the time that I was a miracle for surviving. I got the Jesus look."

"So why is that a bad thing, I mean what you said downstairs, it does sound miraculous. You're miraculous."

"No, I'm not. I didn't do anything and the story that I tell of what happened it isn't my story. It's my Mom's and she tells everyone with such pride. Tells everyone how she found me unconscious at three o'clock in the morning and how I would have been dead in a few hours. My family talk about that week, about the hospitals and the surgery. They talk about me but I'm not there. That week changed my entire life. Fucked it up in a lot of ways and made it better in others and that's what I got left with. My story of that week is that I came home ill from school one Monday, went to bed, threw up about midnight and woke up in a hospital." A single tear escaped and Arizona moved to hold her hand. "There were bright lights and tubes and wires, anchoring me to my bed. I was eleven and there was a tube down my throat and in my head and a bag of pee by my bed. I got told it was Tuesday and I thought it was the next day till somebody explained how it was a week later. We all thought I was fine though, miraculously." She added with a dark chuckle.

"But you weren't."

"Nope. It sucked and it still does. It scars you and makes it really hard to let people in. So I have friends and family who know. They have seen it. My family were there for the part where I wasn't. I've got friends who have seen me at my worst because of my injury, mainly at school. They are as close as they have to be because they have been there. Sex, sex is a separate thing."

"You're still a miracle though."

"Shut up." She was laughing as she said it. Somehow it didn't piss her off as much when she said it.

"Why should I?"

"There's a lot of pressure in being a miracle."

"Jesus has a lot to live up to, huh?" Both woman were now smiling.

"I told you a lot."

"Hey, I told you about Jas." She cringed at her own mention of her girlfriend's pet name.

"She's an idiot."

"I shouldn't get into this with you."

"Why do you keep saying that, "with me" part?"

"You know why." It was a simple statement but it said everything.

"Okay, but I'm not saying this as someone who wants to get you naked because as we have already established, we're passed that one. However much I would love to." She smirked as Arizona shook her head. "Sorry, but she is an idiot for hurting you. And you are an idiot for pretending everything is fine. I don't know, maybe she is really sorry but still, you shouldn't pretend that it doesn't hurt. I think you're clinging on to what you had but if you aren't happy, don't waste time. You could get hit by a bus tomorrow and when your life flashes before your eyes, you want the last memory to be a good one. So find someone who makes you truly happy, who treats you better than you've ever treated yourself."

The blonde just blushed. "I don't think there is anyone out there like that for me."

"Sure there is. It would be me if I could."

"You're so sure you can't."

"Yep, and I shouldn't experiment on you anyway."

"You really are good at seeing what people don't say."

"Yeah well I explained that. Besides, a sure fire way to get into a girl's bed is to listen to what they say, and don't."

"Should have known it wasn't all from the heart."

"So where'd your girlfriend get to?"

"She got paged to Seattle Press, she's a surgeon to."

"Oh, do you want me to walk you home. It's a late night and a big, dark city?"

Arizona laughed. "I would like that."

"You're still holding my hand." Callie watched as her eyes went wide.

"Sorry."

"Don't be. Come on."

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They were had walked halfway to Arizona's apartment in comfortable silence when she spoke again.

"If I hadn't of told you that I had a girlfriend, would you have slept with me?"

"No, you wouldn't have gone through with it. Unless you wanted to level the playing field with her but I don't think you're that kind of person."

"Okay, what if I was single?"

"Most definitely but it would just be for a night and when I made that clear, you would have backed out because you aren't the girl who has one night stands, so it still wouldn't have happened."

"What if you didn't have a brain injury?" Callie stopped still in her tracks. "Sorry that was an unfair question."

The Latina walked to stand straight in front of Arizona.

"If I didn't have my injury, I'd have a completely different life and so I probably wouldn't even live in Seattle let alone own the bar we met in. We would never have met. So we still wouldn't have slept together and I would have missed out even more." Arizona's heart broke at the sad smile on Callie's face.

"And I wouldn't be questioning the relationship I've been in for nearly two years. And I sure as hell wouldn't want to do this." The blonde lent forward and placed a gentle kiss on surprising lips. Soon though, Callie pulled away. Embarrassed, Arizona said: "This is my building, goodnight Calliope."

"You know nobody else is allowed to call me that right?" She asked with the regular flirty smile to show that everything was okay. "Goodnight, Arizona Robbins." She turned and began to walk away.

"How'd you know my last name?"

Callie turned back around and with a shrug of the shoulders she said: "I got a nurse from your hospital naked!" And returned to her walk home, leaving Arizona on her doorstep.