I don't own these characters. Well, a few of them are mine, but the ones that matter belong to Shonda Rhimes and abc.

Guess who all of the mistakes belong to? Yup. Me.

Chapter 8

::..Arizona's POV..::

It's my third day here at Seattle Grace Mercy West as Head of Peds. and I already love it more than my last job. They don't play favorites here, and their main priority is the patience's health, not who the best doctor is. They're like a little family here, and for the most part, everyone is pretty nice to me.

Two days ago, I was suppose to have lunch with Calliope, but I was up to my teeth with paper work. I have some free time now, so I've decided to go find her.

Stepping into the elevator, I hit the button for the Ortho floor and on the quiet ride up, I start to think. I want to tell Callie about Andrea—I have to, she's my friend, but at the same time, this can blow up in my face. What if she thinks that I'm just making it up? That would definitely ruin our friendship. Gosh, how can I be so selfish? She's being betrayed right now, in the worst way, and all I'm thinking about is myself. I'm going to tell her, and that's final.

When the elevator finally opens I don't see her at the nurses' station. I look around for a bit and then realize that I don't even know if she's working today. Not wanting to look like a creep, wondering the Ortho wing, I head back to the elevator, this time going to Cardio.

Upon looking for Teddy, I run into Callie.

"Hey," I say, "I was just looking for you. What are you doing down here in Cardio?"

"Oh, one of the patients passed out and fell on his wrist the wrong way, so I was just down here for that. What's up?" Callie asks, only looking up from the chart in her hand a few times.

"Nothing, I was just gonna take you up on that lunch offer if you still wanted to, I still have to tell you something." I spill, following her over to the nurses' station where she dropped off the chart.

She looked as though she was contemplating in her head whether or not she wanted to, "Uhhh, yeah. Yeah, we can do lunch. You ready now?"

"Yeah," I tell her, "Hey, are you okay?" I ask her as we walk to the elevator.

"Yeah, fine." she whispers, when we step on.

"I think that you're lying." I tell her.

"Well, I'm not."

"Seriously, we're frien—" I stop as the doors open and two doctors enter the elevator, nodding politely, I wait until they exit, 2 floors down, to start speaking again.

"Like I was saying, we're friends, you can tell me if something is up." I finish. Something is clearly on her mind because she doesn't look like herself. I just want to know what it is so that I can do whatever I can to help.

She's quiet for a few more second and I figure that she isn't going to tell me what has her looking like a sad puppy.

"Andrea and I broke up." she tells me.

"What? No." 'HELL YES!'

"Yeah." Callie says calmly.

"What happened, Callie? I'm sorry to hear that." I tell her, genuinely. By no means am I sad about the break-up, but I do care that Callie is hurting right now.

"No, don't be sorry. It was way past due, but it still sucks a little, ya know?" Callie tells me as we walk towards the cafeteria, voice still low.

"Yeah, I know." I say, lowering my voice as well. "If there is anything you need, I'm here." I finish honestly.

"Okay."

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask, not wanting to push but at the same time, waiting Callie to know for certain that I'm here if she needs me.

"Not really. I really just want to chill out for a little bit." she tells me, as we get in line.

"We could get lunch and eat in my office, if you want?" I offer.

"That sounds perfect." Callie tells me before ordering her lunch.

..::Callie's POV::..

When we got to Arizona's office, we made small talk about how her job here was going. I did my best to avoid any talk about my failed relationship, but Arizona kept bringing it up. She wasn't really bringing up Andrea, but instead, she kept asking how the relationship ended. It was sort of like she wanted to sa something but didn't know how to. I really didn't want to talk about it, though.

"Arizona! Seriously, can we not talk about it?" I snap and I immediately regretted my tone when I saw the look on Arizona's face.

"Yeah—No, I was jus—I didn't mean to upset you, I just need to tell you something." Arizona stutters out.

"If it has to do with Andrea, I really can't deal right now." I tell her.

"Okay." she says with a quick nod and I am forever grateful that she dropped it. In that moment, though, I feel like crap for snapping on her.

"Thank you." I tell her, "And I'm sorry for yelling just now. It's just annoying to talk about and—I'm sorry." I finish.

"It's fine, Callie. I know how break-ups can be, we've all been there." she tells me with a smile.

Her phone rings on the table, breaking the silence.

"I'm gonna take this." she says, and I nod.

"Hey, Sammy…Oh, no. That sucks, he was really looking forward to it…Yeah, I'll definitely see if I could get them again…Okay, I'll come over later…Tell him to get better soon…okay, bye." she hangs up.

"Everything okay?" I ask.

"Yeah." she starts, "You wouldn't happen to be a fan of Disney, would you?" she asks, a bit hesitantly.

"I can stand it just as much as any other woman my age." I shrug.

"That's more than what I can take." she laughs.

"What? You're in Peds., how can you not like Disney?" I ask, and I can feel the tension slowly fading away.

"That's exactly it! I spend so much time talking about it with my kids and, I mean, there's only so much a girl can take!" she explains.

"Wow, you definitely look like a Disney girl."

"Nope, not me. Anyway, I asked because, unlike me, my nephew loves Disney and a while ago, I bought the two of us some very expensive tickets to Disney on Ice and he's sick, and I don't know, I was just wondering if you wanted to go? I mean, I know it isn't the best, but I think it'll cheer you up a bit. We can hate it together and immaturely make fun when someone eats ice." she finishes hopeful and there's not way I could say no to her. Not that I would anyway. "I mean, I totally understand if you don't want to, it's a silly idea, I just thought maybe you—" she rambles until I cut in.

"You know your nervous rambling is cute." I tell her, taking pride in the way that I can make her blush. "I think that that's the most wonderful, thoughtful idea ever and I'd love to go with you." I tell her honestly. "When is it?"

"Saturday at 8. Are you busy that day?" she asks me.

"I have a surgery scheduled for Saturday at 5 and then I'm off 'till Monday. The surgery should only take about and hour or so."

"Great. So it's set?" she asks.

"It's set." I tell her, smiling.

For the rest of our lunch, we sat and talked. We talked about surgery, we talked more about our childhood, we even talked about what's better for doctors; crocs or track sneaker. We talked about everything but Andrea and, in that moment, I couldn't be more grateful at how easy Arizona was making this. I was definitely looking forward to Saturday.

AN: So they're over, huh? But Arizona still didn't tell Callie what she saw. Tsk Tsk.