Title: Might Tell You Tonight
Pairing: Callex
Rating: R
Summary: bathtubs.

And I just might say it tonight
I just might say it tonight
I just might tell you tonight
That I love you
And you should stay all my life

Callie stood, facing George. He was pleading. Pleading with his for forgiveness. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she speak? She knew what she wanted to say. She was with Alex. She was HAPPY with Alex. She took another breath and started tos peak when George interrupted.

"Please, Callie. I love you so much--please."

"No." She surprised herself at how quickly the word came out. "No. I can't. I'm with someone."

He took a step back and almost laughed. "You're what? Already? You--"

"Uh-uh. You don't get to judge me. Don't you dare. And you can leave right now because I don't owe you anything." She felt suddenly enraged. "I gave you ALL I could possibly give and you stepped all over it. You don't get another chance."

"So that's it? You find someone in less than a month and you're going to tell me it's a better thing than what we had?"

"Yes!" She almost screamed. "He doesn't make me feel like I have to compete! And George? I NEVER feel like I'm less than anything. In bed or in any other place." She didn't know why she had to say it. But it was done. She said it. The look on his face made her feel guilty but she couldn't take it back. She was mad. She was pissed. Just the fact that he was here after a month of fucking the blonde, stacked girl she didn't hold a candle to according to him was insulting enough.

"I love you." He shrugged. "That's all I've got. I love you."

He stepped forwards, slowly. And for a minute, she wanted to hit him, but once he was close enough to smell, she felt a familiar warmth that she missed. He reached out and touched her arm. "No--George." It was more of a plea than a command.

He stepped even closer and lingered only inches from her lips. Her hands went up to his chest in a motion that was intended to push him away but became a frail attempt. His lips touched hers and her eyes closed as his arms wrapped around her waist and he deepened the kiss. She forgot about everything for just a second as she kissed him back. She forgot about Izzie and the fact that he slept with her as his tongue touched hers and she moaned into his mouth. And as he pushed her up against the wall and pressed his body to hers and his hands roamed throughout her body lovingly--she forgot about Alex.

One of his hands began to slip under her shirt and she pushed him away. "No!" She wiped her mouth as if she had tasted something foul. "NO. I can't."

"You want this, Callie. I felt it and so did you. I know you did."

"Shut up."

"Callie--"

"Shut and go away! Just--GO."

He hesitated before turning around. "I'm going to be back."

"Don't bother." She spat bitterly as he stepped out into the hallway and headed straight for the elevator.

He didn't see Alex standing on the opposite side, only a few feet away from Callie's room, frozen in his tracks at the sight of George O'Malley leaving his girlfriend's room.

He stood there a long time until he heard the tiny elevator bell ding. He forced his jaw off the floor and proceeded to knock on Callie's door. He sighed heavily and shuffled his feet and rolled his neck. He didn't know what he was about to find out but he didn't like it.

In a matter of seconds, there she was. A vision in that green shirt she looked so good in. Her eyes were red, from crying he could tell. And now he wanted to run off after George and rip him a new asshole. "I saw him leave. What did he do and will I need an alibi?"

She tried to smiled but failed and hung her head instead. She hated herself. "Come in." She wiped her mouth again as he came inside, as if he could possibly tell that she'd been kissed by another man. She closed the door and turned around to see Alex sitting on the edge of her bed. His forehead was furrowed. He was worried about something.

"So? Tell me." He stated flatly, waiting for her to speak.

She didn't move. She stood her ground a few feet away from him. "He um--wants me back."

He nodded, obviously gritting his teeth tightly.

"But I kicked him out. I told him to leave. I told him I was with someone and I--I told him to leave." She has stammering now, but she wanted to reassure him.

"Is that all that happened?"

And there it was. The question she was dreading. "He kissed me."

He held her gaze for a while before speaking again. "Was that all?"

"I kissed him back." his eyes fell away from her and she could feel him growing angrier and angrier. "I don't know why. I just--it was--stupid. It didn't mean anything."

"Then why were you crying?"

"Because. We argued and--Alex, it didn't mean anything."

"You kissed him BACK!" She jumped at the tone of hi voice and he hated himself for that. He sighed and scratched his head, stopping to think for a minute. "Maybe we should take a little breather."

"What?" She felt sick suddenly. "Because of a stupid kiss?"

"No. Because I want you to be sure. I don't want you to question yourself and I don't want you to get hurt. You were married to that guy--for reasons still unclear to me--but you were married to him. And you-love him." He hoped she'd interrupt him and say he was wrong. That she didn't love George, but she only looked to the side, biting her lip to keep from either crying or yelling at him, he couldn't tell. "And now he wants you back. You might be almost sure that you don't want him back and you might hate him, but love doesn't fade when you want it to. And--to tell you the truth, I want you to be thinking of me when you're WITH me." He joked but it backfired. She wasn't amused.

She snapped her head back an glared at him "I never think about him when I'm with you. What is wrong with you? Where is this coming from?"

"I told you. I just want you to be sure. This isn't about me. You just need some time."

"Don't patronize me."

"Are you angry?"

"Yes, I am angry!"

He watched her patiently as she shook her head.

"But I get it." She said, calmer this time. "You're unbelievably sensitive for a mini man whore, you know?"

"I know. I'm a catch."

"So, what do we do now? Do we just--do the friend thing?"

"Yeah. We did just fine without the sex for a while."

She took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay. Goodnight then."

"Just like that?" He said, standing up.

She looked at him and dreaded saying goodbye to him like that but it was better. "Cold turkey is better I think. I'll call you."

"Okay." He nodded and kissed her lips softly before hesitatingly leaving.

XXX

Alex was not having a good week. Not a good week at all. He had not heard from Callie but at all. In all fairness, it HAD been his idea to take some time off but he didn't think it would be that hard. He hadn't had sex with her in three days and already he was having withdrawal symptoms. They did have lunch once, but he spent most of the time reminding himself he couldn't just reach oust and touch her whenever he wanted.

He'd listen to her rant at George on the phone to leave her alone a few times and then he'd come to work and listen to the fetus bitch and moan to Meredith and Cristina about how he wanted her back so badly and how she was seeing "some guy". Alex took great pleasure in being hated by George without him even knowing it.

He stabbed at the remaining half of his sandwich with a dirty fork and tried to block out George's annoying whining voice.

"I mean, who could she possibly be seeing? I haven't seen her with anyone."

"Oh my God, fetus shut up! Your ex finally came to and realized she could do better. Get over it. Move on."

"Alex!" Meredith scowled.

"What?" His phone vibrated and she flipped it open to see his new message. It was Callie telling him she had found an apartment and she wanted him to come see it after work. He grinned and shut his phone. "I've gotta go. I've got patients!" He said cheerfully before patting George's back. "Hang in there, Bambi."

As Alex walked off, almost skipping, Izzie flopped down in the now empty chair next to George. "What are we talking about?"

"Nothing." George growled.

"George wants Callie back and she's completely done with him." Meredith stepped in.

"Oh." She nodded silently. "I can help--if you want…"

He glared at her then quickly stood up and stalked off.

Izzie sighed and both Cristina and Meredith stared blankly at her.

"I--have--wedding planning issues." Cristina offered.

XXX

Alex strolled down the expensively decorated hallway to Callie's door. He whisttled, impressed by the luxurious lights and framed paintings hanging on the walls. He heard giggling. It was Callie. He smiled and followed the sound. He passed apartment 207, 210 across the hall. Then he heard it again, but it was now a full on laugh, and it was accompanied by a man's laugh. He saw the open door to apartment 215. There it was again. Why the hell were they laughing and who the fuck was that guy?

He stomped up to the apartment and almost bumped into a tall, dark man with too much hair and too many teeth.

"Oh. Sorry." He nodded at Alex and walked off and into an apartment a few doors down.

Alex glared at him, his nose crunched up. He turned his attention back to Callie's door and found himself in a hallway. A couple of frames rested on the floor, against the wall. He closed the door behin him and moved through the hallway. "Callie?" He called.

"Alex?" She answered from somewhere inside.

"Where are you?" The hall lead him into the large living room, which was completely furnished, completed with a fireplace an a glass door leading out to a balcony. A couple of un emptied boxes sat on the white marble floor.

"Kitchen!"

He passed the moderate dining room, dimly lit, and finally walked into the large kitchen, amost as big as the living room, where Callie sat cross legged on the marble top island counter emptying out a box of new dishes.

"Hey!" She beamed at him from her seat.

"Who the hell was that?" He demanded.

"Oh. Neighbor. They delivered some of my stuff to his place by mistake." She answered, ignoring his obvious jealousy. "What do you think of the place?"

"SO, he came over here to give you your crap and that's it?"

She frowned and laughed at him. "Yeah. He's an Architect. Anyway--" She hopped off the counter and grabbed his hand, pulling him out the other end of the kitchen in down another hallway. They passed another couple of closets and what looked like a guest bedroom. A king sized bed, a five foot long mirror and a couple of sofa chairs adorned the room. And at the far end, a glass door like the one in the living room let out to a smaller balcony. At the far right, there was a door, which obviously lead to the bathroom.

"Very nice." He observed, stuffing his hands into his coat pockets.

"Right? But you have to see the best part."

He followed her into the equally spacious bathroom watched her climb into the empty bathtub--it was the size of a small hot tub. She smiled gleefully like a child and he couldn't help but laugh. "Dude. It's a tub."

"No. It's THAT tub." She corrected. "It's huge! Come sit in here."

He sighed and reluctantly climbed in and sat across her. "I feel--two feet tall. It's a huge tub. So, this guy, is he nice?"

"What guy--oh. Yeah. He's very nice. And stop being a jealous freak. It's cute and all but--don't do it. Plus he's married with two kids." She added.

He glared at her incredulously. " You couldn't have told me that earlier?"

She smiled, amused. "Like I said, it's cute."

He reached for a towel hanging over the edge of the tub and threw at it at her and she laughed. hen grabbed he then grabbed her legs and easily dragged her forwards until her legs were astride his waist.

Her eyes were still smiling as he leaned forwards and nuzzled hair before kissing her neck softly, she hummed approvingly, resting her hands loosely on his waist.

"I miss you." he mumbled against her skin as he wrapped his arms securely around her and pulled her closer and he rested his chin on her shoulder.

"I'm right here."

"I miss the other parts, Callie. The friend thing is NOT working for me."

"You over the kiss?"

He pulled away so that he was looking at her. "Are you?"

"Do you see George anywhere? I'm not with him."

"Do you want to be?"

"If you stopped asking so many questions, Alex, you wouldn't HAVE to be asking THESE questions."

"That makes no sense. What are you saying?"

"Stop asking questions!"

"Stop AVOIDING my questions."

"This was your idea, remember?"

"Yes! I remember. I'm an idiot, okay?"

"Agreed."

"So?"

"So? What?"

"You want George?"

"I am sitting in an empty bathtub, on your lap. Does it LOOK like I want George?"

"You kissed him."

She groaned. "I was married to the guy. I think I'm entitled to at least a moment of weakness, don't you think?"

"Sure." he nodded. "But do you want him? That is the question de jour."

She sighed and shook her head. "Bleak. Bleak, bleak, bleak. No. I do not want him. I've been thinking a lot these last few days and--they actually did help. I don't know what I'm doing with you, but right now it seems like the right thing to do so--get over your insecurity bullshit and man up because it is not attractive but at all…"

He smiled. "Shut up."

She frowned. "Make me."

He leaned forwards and bit her shoulder playfully. She jumped and yelped, smacking his arm.

He grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her lips, hard--he kissed her again, her cheek this time, then he kissed her lips again, gentler this time. He tasted her lips and as their kiss deepened, he noticed her tongue tasted of coffee.

She sighed and melted onto him as he pulled her even closer, cupping her ass as he did so. He became aroused within seconds. Hell, he became aroused the second he saw her sitting on the counter. She grinded down against him and he groaned, reaching between them to unbutton her jeans.

She felt his fingers undo the button of her jeans then travel around to her back and inside her shirt. The she heard it. His pager. He groaned again as he pulled away and reached in his pocket for the small, annoying thing. He sighed and looked at her, pouting. "I have to go."

"I know. Go." She scooted back.

He grunted at the sudden discomfort in his groin. He climbed out of the tub and turned around when Callie didn't follow. "Aren't going to walk me out?"

"Nah. I'm going to take a bath. Call me when you're off."

He sighed, regretting leaving her. "Okay." He leaned down and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her in for a kiss. "Bye."

"Bye."

XXX