A/N: This is my first attempt at a multichapter story. I'm really new to writing fanfiction so any feedback is welcome. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.

Disclaimer: All characters are property of Shonda Rhimes, Shondaland, and ABC.

The music was vibrating throughout Mansion Nightclub and the energy radiating throughout the establishment was enough to get even the shyest wallflower onto the dance floor. Callie Torres, by no means a wallflower, was enjoying the atmosphere from her position towards the center of the main dance floor. Pitbull was blaring over the sound system and his constant references to the "305" were getting the crowd hyped. For a homegrown Miami girl like Callie Torres, joining in on the choruses of "305" was not just a sing along but a means of expressing pride. She absolutely loved Miami. It was a melting pot of cultures and a melting pot of people. So when it came time to decide on where to attend graduate school in clinical psychology, it was basically a no brainer. She had offers from several of the Top 50 programs as ranked by the US News and World Report, including a few among the Top 10. In the end, however, she decided to continue her education at the University of Miami. She received her BA at UM, her masters en route to her PhD at UM, and was now a doctoral candidate at UM, having passed her oral comprehensive exams earlier today. Now all that stood between her and her PhD was a dissertation and an internship. But there was to be no thinking about those obstacles tonight, tonight was about celebrating comps and partying the night before the spring semester was officially to begin tomorrow. She and her cohort mates, Addison Montgomery, Mark Sloan, Cristina Yang, and Meredith Grey were already a few drinks into the celebration as they danced among the throngs of other club goers.

"I think it's time for another celebratory shot," Addison said as she threw her arm around Callie's shoulders and yelled into her ear. Even with the yelling, it was virtually impossible to make out what her redheaded friend had said in the middle of the dance florr, but Callie caught the word "shot" and followed as Addison grabbed her hand and led her towards the nearby bar.

As they neared the bar, a tall, handsome guy with what sounded like an Australian accent, named Peter, approached the two friends and offered to buy them their next round of shots. As he went to grab shots of tequila, Addison leaned in towards her friend.

"This is one of the reasons I love you Torres, your hotness gets us drinks from both guys and girls and since you speak the language of Lesbian.." smiled Addison.. " I get your hot guy prospects."

"What can I say, I make a good wingman," laughed Callie.

"That you do, Torres. That you do" replied the redhead.

"So any ladies catching your eye tonight, Callie?"

"Addie, you know I don't look for girls at the club. I just like to dance with 'em."

"Well, you sure have danced with a few tonight. Any potentials?" Addison desperately wanted her friend to find a girl deserving of her. She had been burned in the past and frankly Addison was tired of seeing her crash and burn on the relationship front.

"I wouldn't know. Like I said I'm not looking right now." Callie appreciated her friend's prompts but really just wanted to have a night out without thinking about relationships or her lack thereof.

Peter returned with their shots and Addison quickly distracted him from what seemed to be his initial interest in Callie. Peter nodded his head in the direction of the dance floor and Callie gave her friend a push in the back and a knowing smirk as Addison accepted the offer and allowed Peter to lead her into the crowd of people.

Callie decided it would be a good time to sneak off to the restroom to reapply make up after sweating quite a bit from the dancing. She noticed the seemingly neverending line for the nearest bathroom and went on a search for one with a shorter wait. She eventually found herself in a quieter area of the club, yet to open up to the VIPs, and a much more deserted restroom. There were a few other women checking their appearances and conversing with one another as Callie reapplied her make-up. She looked down to grab her lip gloss out of her purse and when she raised her head back up, she was met with a spectacular sight. Standing next to her and reflected back to her in the mirror was a gorgeous blond with the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen. Her blond hair fell in waves just below the shoulder and framed her beautiful face. She was wearing a black tube dress and Callie swore it hugged every curve imaginable. Callie couldn't help but stare and frankly gawk at the blonde. Seemingly attempting to redirect the awkwardness, the blonde spoke first.

"Hey…"

"Uh.. uh…hi…hey," Callie inwardly cursed her social ineptness at the moment.

The blonde smiled at her through the mirror and Callie swore it might have been the prettiest smile she had ever seen.

"Enjoying your night I hope?" the blonde asked with that smile still adorning her face.

"Yeah, it's been good. You?"

"Yeah, I had never been to Mansion before but I'm loving it."

"Cool, yeah the music is great here. I love to dance and… " "Well…" Callie was usually not this bad at making small talk or engaging in coherent conversation but the stunning girl staring at her through the mirror was making her ability to think and speak as challenging as quantum physics. So, she was caught off guard when the blonde turned her body to her, instead of speaking thru the mirror, and asked her to dance.

The blonde leant over and spoke softly into Callie's ear. "Well, I'd love to see you dance. How about it?"

Callie grinned and feeling her confidence spike given that she was more than sure of her dancing abilities and feeling more than pleased the gorgeous blonde wanted to continue their interaction accepted the blonde's offer and led her out of the restroom and onto the dance floor.

As Arizona exited the restroom trailing Callie, she quickly passed by her friends who had been waiting for her and flashed them a "Please don't interrupt" look. Arizona wasn't sure what had come over her. She usually wasn't one to go off without checking in with her friends, but she could not let the opportunity of spending time with this brunette go. She followed her through the throngs of people onto the dance floor and watched as Callie turned to stop and began to sway her hips to the music. The blonde was mesmerized. In Miami or the "Land of Pretty People" as her friend, Alex Karev, often referred to it as, this woman dancing in front of her was more than pretty, more than beautiful. She was a goddess and this goddess dancing was sex on legs.

Arizona was barely moving to the music because she was too busy staring at Callie. Callie noticed and reached out for Arizona, her hands taking the blonde's into her own and pulling her towards her. The minute their hands came into contact both women felt a jolt of electricity, or fire course through them. Callie felt the warmth grow even stronger when she let go of the blonde's hands to grab her hips and bring her even closer to her. Arizona moaned at the groin to groin contact but it was inaudible because of the music and noise surrounding them. They moved, swayed and grinded to the music.

Arizona eventually turned to press her back against Callie's front. Callie's hands were on Arizona's hips as Arizona raised her left arm and wrapped it around Callie's neck pulling her head down towards her shoulder. Callie moved her hands from Arizona's hips to lightly trail her fingers down the blonde's arms and sides.

Callie was getting lost as she nuzzled the blonde's neck. No one was on the dance floor but her and this captivating blonde woman. She longed to place a kiss on her shoulder then neck and was just about to without thinking when her friend, Mark, interrupted. "Cal, we need to get outta here. Someone poured a drink on Meredith and drunk Cristina is just about to lose her shit! She's gonna get us tossed outta here and banned from coming back."

"Damn it, Cristina," Callie muttered to herself. "Umm, well thanks for the dance… um…" Callie realized she didn't even know this girl's name.

"Arizona…" supplied the blonde. "And you are? Cal is it?"

"Callie… my name is Callie"

"Well it was nice dancing with you, Callie. I hope I get to..."

"C'mon Cal," interrupted Mark. "Crap, uh yeah. Maybe I could call you the next time we come out dancing here and you could meet us?" she asked with a hopeful glint in her eye.

"Umm… well….ok" replied the blonde though she seemed hesitant.

"Well, I mean it's no big deal if you don't want to. Just thought I would extend a friendly invite," Callie said obviously disappointed. "Anyways, I gotta run." With that Callie turned and quickly left with Mark without a look back.

"Damn it!" Arizona said to herself.

Arizona searched for her friends and found them still standing near the restroom she exited earlier. "So what the hell was that about?" asked Alex. "We have a buddy system for a reason."

"I know, I'm sorry. It's just… she was… I don't know… she was just…. Wow," stuttered Arizona.

"Complete sentences Arizona" laughed Arizona's friend, Teddy.

Arizona stuck her tongue out at Teddy and began again "I know and I'm sorry. She was just so beautiful and I wanted to keep our encounter going so I asked her to dance. I knew you guys would understand," she said although it was phrased more like a question.

"I get she was hot. Hotter than hot, but this is our first time here and our first time using the fake IDs. We said we'd be smart and not stray from each other in case we got caught and tossed out on our asses," said Alex.

"Yeah I know. Sorry," said Arizona.

"So Robbins was it at least worth it? Did you get the girl's digits or what?" asked Alex. Teddy also looked on curiously.

"No, I mean…. I think she was interested, but she asked to call me the next time she and her friends come here and I totally blew it. I wasn't sure about the fake ID thing so I didn't know what to say in case I couldn't get into the club next time. I think she thought I wasn't interested and she just took off before I could say anything else," slumped Arizona.

"Oh well, there are other girls," said Teddy.

"Not like her," whispered Arizona under her breath.

"What was that?" asked Teddy.

"Nothing," said Arizona. "Let's call it a night and get outta here. We have that meeting in the morning."

The friends caught a cab and headed back to their dorm.

Arizona laid down on her bed attempting to sleep but thoughts of a certain brunette and her poor handling of their encounter plagued her thoughts. "Grr, why am I such an idiot? I should have just given her my number and figured the rest out later. But maybe I'll run into her? Right in a city of nearly 6 million I'm just bound to run into Callie. Argh?" Arizona grumbled as she pulled her pillow onto her face. She eventually found sleep after lots of thoughts of what could have been and questions of why the whole situation was bothering her so much.

The next morning Callie walked into the research lab with a box of coffee and bagel and pastry options from Panera Bread.

"So are the new group of minions here yet?" asked Callie as she set the breakfast offerings down.

Addison snickered "They're in the main conference room with Webber. He's giving his spiel about the importance of research experience."

"Ah right," Callie said.

"Anyhow, the minions are not important at the moment. What is important is you tell me all about this hot blonde that Mark said you wanted to do dirty things to last night. Mark said her name was Phoenix or something like that" Addison said, shooting a playful smirk at her friend.

"Whatever. Her name is Arizona and she was hot, she was blonde, and she was not interested. Nothing to tell beyond that."

"Not what I heard Callie. I heard you two were making very nice on the dance floor and you both seemed lost in your own little world out there."

"Ok, I thought she had 'potential' as you so eloquently put it last night. I thought there was some serious initial chemistry but I read her wrong. Big surprise there huh?"

"Well, her loss then. You are amazing and you need someone just as amazing."

"Thanks, "Callie smiled appreciatively at her friend. "So how many undergrad research assistants do we need?" Callie asked, trying to change the subject off her love life.

"Miranda wants 3-4. That should cover all our individual needs and hers," said Addison.

"Sounds good to me. I hope we get good ones. The last group didn't seem very motivated or focused. I'm glad we cleaned house and are starting fresh," said Callie.

"Yeah me too. We need new blood in here. New minions to do all the grunt work," laughed Addison.

Just then Mark Sloan entered. "So any of the minions cute?"

Addison slapped Mark playfully on his arm, "You know there are always a few cute ones. Not that you can do anything about that. You know the rules."

"Yeah, yeah doesn't mean I can't flirt and have some fun without breaking code," responded Mark.

Glancing up at the clock, Addison announced, "It's about that time to go pick our RAs. Webber should be finishing up. Let's move."

Callie, Mark, Addison gathered up the breakfast items and they followed a bunch of other clinical psych grad students as they made their way towards the conference room.

"And so how this works is that over the next hour you all will get an opportunity to speak with various grad students about their current research labs. Use this opportunity to ask questions about what expectations are, what kinds of tasks you will be doing, etc… because this is not just about whether the grad students like you but also if you like them and their lab. After all, you will be working for them for the entirety of this semester. Each lab will have a sign-up sheet with the name of the faculty advisor and its graduate student members on it. If you are interested in working in that lab, you will write your name down on the sign up sheet. Now just as I encourage you to ask questions about the graduate students' interests, they will also ask you about your research interests and experience thus far. If they think you are a good match for their team and you expressed interest in that lab via the sign-up sheet, they will likely bring you in as an RA. We are looking for mutual matches here. Ok, any questions?" asked the department chair.

No one spoke up. "Ok then, let's get this party started."

"Wait, wait we have the breakfast Dr. Webber," yelled Callie as she, Mark, and Addison made their way into the room and began to set the breakfast station up. It was relatively silent as everyone waited for instructions to move aboout so the "Callie?" spoken from the group of undergrads was audible.

Callie looked up and brown eyes locked with pools of blue. "Arizona?" Her shock turned to a smile and quickly faded when she realized the predicament they were in. Arizona was an undergrad and potential research assistant. She quickly tore her gaze away from the object of her affection last night and back to arranging breakfast as Dr. Webber instructed both undergrads and graduate students to begin their socializing.

Mark chuckled under his breath to Addison, "Well, I don't think I'm the one you have to worry about breaking code of conduct with the undergrads."

Callie glanced back up to where Arizona was. She was still sitting and staring at Callie with both a shocked and amused expression.

Callie looked away as her thoughts raced internally. "Well this is going to be interesting."

Interesting indeed.