AN: Hey, guys, sorry that took a bit. I got super sick and writing was the last thing on my mind…well, not the last, just last on my list of priorities for energy rationing. Anyway, this chapter turned out to have just a long scene with the guys. It was supposed to be a short scene with the guys and then the next part, but you're gonna get a separate chapter for the other part, now… You probably didn't need to know all that…I hope you all are having a wonderful day!

"Avery! You're still the prettiest in all the land. Now, get your ass out!" I watch in amusement as Arizona dances outside the bathroom door, clearly in desperate need to pee.

"Let the guy poop in peace, Robbins." Karev advises as he packs up his clothes by wadding them up and shoving them in a wrinkly bag.

"He's not pooping! I can hear the blow dryer going…but, I have no idea why, because you have NO HAIR!" Arizona bellows through the door at Avery.

"Just go squat in a bush!" Jackson's reply is muffled by the door and the dryer, but the message enrages Arizona, just the same.

"Jackson Avery if you don't come out in the next five seconds, I'm going to-" Her threat gets cut off as the door swings open.

"There you go, your highness." As Arizona tries to push past him, he puts a hand on her arm, stalling her, "Wait…feel my luscious locks of raven hair." Avery delicately runs his fingers through his short curls. Arizona rolls her eyes and yanks her arm free. As she slams the door in his face, he calls out, "You never said what you were going to do to me. Was it kinky?"

"Calliope!" A stern holler comes from inside the bathroom.

Understanding her implied request, I unceremoniously cross the room to Avery and smack the back of his head, immediately following it with hard tug on the top of his ear, "Just stop talking, Avery."

"Yeah, yeah…" He grumbles as he slinks away, rubbing his reddened ear.

"Thanks, babe," Arizona says when she exits a few moments later, rewarding me with a light kiss.

"Anytime." We walk downstairs to finish our end of shift chores, nearly done for the next two days.

"Yes! It came on time!" Avery squeals in delight, holding a package over his head.

"What's with all the girlish screaming? Did the captain of the football team ask his buddy to ask your BFF for your phone number?" Sloan quips as he peers over Jackson's shoulder.

"Better! Our collaborated gift for the ladies of the house just got here."

"Your what?" I ask, stepping closer to them.

"We, uh, we all got you girls a little something. It's kind of an early wedding present, I guess." Sloan says, almost shyly.

"Really?" Arizona asks, "That's so sweet. What'd you get us?" In what can be described only as exuberance, Arizona snatches the box and begins to examine it. "Can we open it now? It's heavy…and rattles…" I can't help but chuckle a bit at her giddy interest in presents.

"Yeah, open it now, bee-atch!" When we both fix Avery with daring looks, he amends, "Sorry about the bee-atch…just open it!"

Arizona glances at me and waits for me to nod permission for her to tear into it like a child on Christmas morning. When I give it, she grins and rips into the package. Giggling, she pulls out the objects. In her hands are two perfectly shiny red firefighter helmets with beautiful white veils attached and the words 'Mrs. Firefighter' engraved below our station's emblem. I laugh as I take one from her proffered hand. "Aw, guys, you shouldn't have."

Karev scoffs, "They're not useful or anything, but we thought they suited you."

Arizona and I grin as we raise them to our heads at the same time. They look cute. Though, I'd never say that out loud.

"They're so cute! Thanks, boys!" Arizona squeals, obviously not as concerned about being badass.

Without hesitation, I lean over and place a sweet and loving kiss on her smiling lips. As I pull away and she sends me a pleasantly questioning look, I shrug and explain, "I just couldn't not kiss you when you're wearing that hat."

Arizona nods, then stretches up on her toes to speak into my ear, "Then wait until I pair it with the new red lingerie I just bought."

I'm certain that my jaw is hanging comically open as I conjure up delicious images, but I couldn't care less. My fiancé is wicked hot.

"Ok, sorry to interrupt, but there's one more present in there." Avery announces as he motions to the opened box.

"Your turn." Arizona tells me as she adjusts her heavy hat on her head.

Reaching into the package, I grasp a smaller, lighter, and more expensive looking box. Knitting my eyebrows at the boys, then Arizona, I carefully lift the lid on the flat, velvet container. Inside are two feminine, but very sturdy looking ID bracelets. I set the box on the table so that I can gently remove one from the soft lining. Arizona peers over my shoulder, squinting to see the engraving. On the back, it simply says 'Calliope' and 'Arizona' with the eternity symbol in between. Smiling at the sentiment, I flip it over and see '3,745' written on the front. Just a number. Confused, I glance at Arizona, only getting a shrug. Then I look up at the boys, "Uh…I'm sorry, but I don't get it."

They all exchange nervous glances, seeming to come to a decision when Sloan clears his throat and speaks up. "So, those are matching bracelets with your names on the inside and a number on the outside." He pauses, prompting me to raise my eyebrows, letting him know to continue because we already knew that. "That's a number of dollars. The number of dollars that we've bet on you two since Arizona got here."

Arizona and I look at each other in surprise, then back at Sloan, "Um, what?"

Sloan clears his throat again, "Um, see, we've been betting on you two for a long time. On when you'd sleep together, who was top and who was bottom-" We both glare at him at that, but allow him to continue, "How long it would take to get engaged, who would break and drag the other off for sex after a heated game at Joe's or a really good fire, who would propose…etc. What we noticed, though, was that every single bet was based on the assumption that you guys would be together. That you were supposed to be together. Never once was the bet about 'if' you'd be a couple or when you'd break up." A blush creeps up his cheeks with this confession, but Arizona and I only grin and wait for him to finish. "So, we counted it up and we've invested three thousand, seven hundred and forty-five dollars in the belief that you two are made for each other. This way, when things get tough, you can look at these and know that we all believe in you. Also, this is our promise that we will not bet on you anymore. Those are the last dollars we'll swap based on your relationship."

Speechless. Arizona and I are straight up speechless. These bracelets are odd, as well as sweet and thoughtful. Just like the guys. I walk up to Sloan and pull him into a hug, "Thanks. These are strangely perfect."

"Yeah, well, it wasn't just me…" He rubs the back of his neck as he adverts his eyes from mine.

I turn to find Arizona releasing Avery from her own warm hug, and Avery grins, "You don't have to wear them if you don't want to…but, we made sure that they would be strong enough to wear at work…"

Choosing to abandon words for the moment, I move to hug Karev and then Avery. Arizona speaks up after making her own rounds, "Of course, we're going to wear them. Help me?" She asks of Karev, while Avery offers to help with mine. When they're both latched to our left wrists, we hold them out to admire. They are kind of awesome. Delicate, but not girly. Durable, but not too masculine. I like them, a lot.

"You guys are awesome. Thank you so much…" She trails off and glances at me, questioning. I know what she wants, and I'm up for it, so I nod. "Actually, we have something we want to ask all of you."

With a slight tip of her head, she lets me know that I'm going first. Taking a deep breath, I turn to Sloan, "I, uh, was wondering if you would be my best man?" While I love all the guys, Mark has always been my rock, and he deserved the spot.

Sloan's mouth spread into a wide grin, "Sure! It would be my honor." After wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me close, he added, "This means I'm going to plan you one hell of a bachelorette party!"

Chuckling, I nod to Arizona, and she steps up to Karev. "I am also in need of a best man. Alex Karev, will you do me the honor?"

Karev's eyes go wide and his mouth twists into something that seems to convey disgust, but then he relaxes and shrugs, "Yeah, sure, whatever…I'd like that." Finally, a small smile peeks out as Arizona throws her arms around him.

We simultaneously turn to observe the wounded puppy look on Avery's face. He scuffs his shoe on the ground, the looks up and mumbles, "Congratulations," to the other two.

Arizona and I exchange amused smiles, and she speaks up, "Aw, don't be sad, Jackson. We have a special place for you."

Before she can continue, I see his hopeful expression and can't resist, "Yeah, you're going to be the stripper at our bachelorette parties. Yay!"

We all watch as Avery's jaw drops and he gets all flustered, "What?! These guys get to be your best men and I get to strip?! Are you kidding? Besides, you two like boobs and vaginas, and I have a very large pe-" He stops mid-word as he finally processes my devilish smirk and growing discomfort with where the sentence was heading. "And, you're joking…"

The whole group breaks out into full bellied laughs at the look of relief and defeat washing over his pretty boy features. "Yes, I am. Avery, you've always been the heart of this station, so we'd like to ask that you perform the ceremony at our wedding." I say in a near identical tone to my teasing one, which makes his reaction a little delayed as he processes what I said.

"Wait…you want me to marry you two? Seriously?" Avery asks with cautioned awe.

Arizona stepped closer to him, "Yes, we do. What do you say?"

"I say…hell, yes!" With a quick scan of the group, he suddenly yells, "Group hug!" With only a slight pause, we all huddle together, laughing as we wrap our arms around the others and sway unsteadily as a giant mass.

This is what we're doing when a deep voice filters through the air and into our bonding moment, "What the hell is going on out here?" The captain stands with his hands on his hips, surveying the scene.

We all continue to grin as I supply, "A group hug, sir. Would like to join us?" A wave of snickers swell up around me.

"Maybe next time. Now, go home. You're shift is over, Company A is here." With that he spins around and heads back to his office.

"Aw, he's so sad he missed out on our awesome group hug. We'll need to make it up to him." Avery states wistfully as he grabs his things.

"I'm sure he'll love that," Sloan adds sarcastically.

"We'll just have Robbins and Torres press their boobs into him, and I'm sure he won't mind too much…that's why I do them." Karev jokes as he jogs to his car.

Rolling my eyes, I call out, "We on for Joe's tonight?"

A round of agreement meets my ears, making me smile. I love Joe's night out with the guys. In general, I love the guys. I couldn't think of a better place to work or group of people to work with.

AN: So, I know that wasn't my best chapter, but hopefully the next one makes up for it. Have an awesome day!