Author's Note: I know its been quite some time since I have updated. I promise I will get better at it, but I have found myself completely swamped. I do have the next chapter written. I just have to put it on the computer. Let me know what you think. Reviews are always a good thing!!!

Disclaimer: See chapter 1. It all still applies.

Callie knew leaving Melanie at Joe's was wrong. She shouldn't care that Erica was back in town, but that didn't matter. She cared. Melanie took the abrupt end to their evening well. Callie didn't tell her the real reason she needed to leave. "A doctor at the hospital needs some help," no questions asked.

Mark saw Callie's car enter the lot at Seattle Grace. As soon as she had hung up on him, he knew she was heading straight for the hospital. He was determined not to let her enter the doors.

"Mark! Get out of my way," Callie yelled as she was walking through the lot. The same parking lot she had last seen Erica.

"Callie, come on," Mark had moved right in her path. "This is not a good idea and you know it. You're gonna go in there, scream and yell, walk away and think about what you just did. Then you'll sulk. You don't want to sulk. Its not becoming."

Callie just stared at Mark, contemplating what he had said. "Mark, shut up and move!!!"

"Fine, but I want it on the record that I am against this 100 percent!!!"

"Duly noted. Now move," Callie yelled.

Callie recognized the silhouette in the Chief's office right away. They hadn't been together long, but she had memorized every inch of Erica during that short time. Just as Callie began to remember the good times, because there were good times, she saw Erica start to leave the Chief's office. Her mind told her to turn and walk away, but her body was paralyzed. Like a deer caught in headlights.

Erica definitely hadn't expected to see Callie standing in the hall. TO say she was stunned was an understatement. It seemed like several minutes before Erica finally found her voice, "Dr. Torres—"

"Dr. Torres? No! You don't get to treat me like some colleague you worked with at some hospital," Callie's voice was almost inaudible, but there was no mistaking the harshness in her tone.

"Callie, at this hospital you are a colleague that I worked with. I can't let what happened between us back into the walls of this place. It took me too long to be able to even walk back through the doors."

"You? You never walked back through the doors!" Callie's voice was much louder now and Erica glanced around to see how many people were staring. She noticed just a few people, but Callie didn't seem to notice. That or she just didn't care. "You just left! Not even so much as a goodbye. You left me here to deal with the aftermath. People asking me where you went, wondering why I cared so much and the outing of us as a couple. You left me here to deal with all of that on my own. So, you never came back!!"

After Callie had taken a few breaths she glanced around and finally seemed to realize the people surrounding them. By now there was a small crowd gathering. Some on the steps, some on the floor below them and Mark off to the side, waiting to step in if necessary.

"Callie, you have no idea what I went through!" It was unlike Erica to engage in such an argument, but she was already on edge to begin with that Callie's words just sent her over. "Did I leave Seattle Grace? Absolutely! And you don't get to be mad at me for that. After everything that we had been through here—you can't blame me for leaving. You pushed me away every chance you got. I mean you slept with me in the morning and then slept with Mark Sloane four hours later!!"

"Hey!" Mark took that as his cue to stop this little show. "That's enough Erica!"

"No," Callie said, "She's right. I did. I can't stop her from speaking the truth."

Turning to Erica, Callie continued "Can we please go some where to talk?"

Erica sighed, but agreed "Anywhere that's not Seattle Grace or Joe's works for me."