Author's note: Thanks for your feedback. I appreciate it. The next two chapters will be shorter than the previous ones. Let's get back to it and see how they find their happy ending. Enjoy!

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Callie threw back another shot of tequila and Joe gave her a funny look from behind the bar. Her eyes told him to buzz off and not to say a word. Joe shrugged and turned back to drying glasses.

"Mind if I sit?" Callie recognized the voice and didn't look up or respond.

"Look, I'm not here to say I told you so. I'm here as your friend, Callie. How hard did Webber come down on you?" Mark asked quietly.

"Hard enough." Callie spoke to her empty shot glass.

"I guess you're not feeling chatty. So, I'm just going to sit and drink with you. If or when you want to talk, I brought my ears with me." Mark ordered his drink with a nod of his head to Joe.

"Just go away, Sloan. Go sleep with Lexi. Go have so much sex you break your penis. Please just let me be alone...alone. It's harder to be alone when you're here." Callie's words slurred and the sentence hardly made sense.

"I guess I earned that." Mark's drink arrived and he downed it. "Just promise me you won't do anything else stupid."

"Whatdya mean else?" Callie tried to say with indignance.

"I mean like get in your car and drive on top of getting involved with a woman on the other side of the country...two days before she leaves. Oh and letting her leave."

"I didn't 'let' her. She had to...sonuvabitch..." Callie thunked her head on to the solid oak of the bar. "I let her leave. There's never been a bigger loser on earth than me. Ever." She closed her eyes and felt her whole body ache.

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It had been three days since she'd heard from Callie. She'd left messages, even had her paged at the hospital...nothing. And now she was completely spacing out whatever it was that Elliot was telling her.

"Liv?" Elliot stared at his inattentive partner. "You still haven't heard back from her?"

"What?" Liv blinked.

"Have you heard from Callie yet?" He knit his busy eyebrows in concern.

Liv rubbed her nose. "No, not in a couple days."

Elliot nodded slowly. "I'm sorry Liv. Maybe she's..." He couldn't think of anything that made sense quickly enough. "She'll call. You'll see." He smiled warmly at his partner. "You wanna come over for dinner? Kathy's making chili."

Liv scrubbed her face with her hands. "No thanks. I got paperwork in a stack here that's not going to do itself since I'm riding a desk. Rain check?"

"You bet." Elliot was worried about his partner but knew he couldn't push her.

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Callie ignored the pounding on the door and flopped over on her stomach.

"Torres! You have been in there for two days. What the hell?" Dr. Christina Yang was way passed concerned and solidly annoyed. "Just open the freaking door so I can see you're still alive."

Callie rubbed her temples. She was a mess. She didn't care. She had simply let Olivia Benson walk out of her life. Unfortunately, the detective had managed to sneak her heart in to her carry on. She felt hollow.

"Callie. Look. I am going to beat on this door like it's a bongo drum until you open it." With that Dr. Yang stepped back. "You've got two minutes." She stormed off the kitchen to find suitable drumsticks in the form of large wooden spoons. When she got back, Callie had opened the door.

"Torres?" She pushed the door open further. "What is going on with you? You look like death's great grandmother and..." She sniffed and blinked..."you smell funky."

Callie had flopped back down on her bed.

Yang looked at the ceiling, rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue. "This is all about Olivia?"

"I let her leave." Callie mumbled.

"Oh, get over yourself." Yang gestured with her hands. "She's in New York City...not Jupiter. You have to get yourself together before it costs you more than just the girl of your dreams."

"What?" Callie rolled over and looked at her roommate for the first time.

"Webber is NOT happy that you've been 'sick' for two days. Go in. Talk to him. Get the time you've got coming." She put her hands on her hips.

"What do I do when I get there? She can't come here. Her job and life is there. What good would it do me?" Callie dramatically threw an elbow over her eyes.

"What? They have no hospitals in New York City?" Yang fixed her roommate with a classic stare that said 'I'm giving you the answer, idiot.' "Get on a plane. Go to her. Figure it the hell out. But first...please take a shower."

Callie moved her arm with eyes wide. She flung a pillow at her friend. "It sucks when you're right, Yang!"

Yang nodded slowly. "Long shower...with lots of soap and plenty of shampoo." She made a disgusted face as she smelled the pillow and ducked a second one.

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As Liv went back through the checkpoint at Riker's she grabbed the bin with her stuff. She re-holstered her weapon and cuffs and checked her cell phone. It indicated two missed calls and two messages. She recognized one of the numbers as Callie's cell. She had dialed it enough the past couple days. "Figures!"

"What's up, Liv?" Fin called as he was getting his own belongings together.

"I've been waiting for a call for days. I duck in to Riker's for a couple hours and miss two calls." Liv rolled her eyes. "Mind if I go listen to these messages and make a quick call?"

Fin nodded in commiseration. "Ain't that always the way it goes? No prob, Liv."

Liv dialed her voicemail and sighed when she heard Callie's voice. "Hey. Liv, it's Callie. I'm sorry I haven't called. I was, uh, sorting some things out. I promise to be in touch again soon. I really miss you and, uhm, yeah...I miss you. Bye."

Callie missed her. Callie was sorry. Callie missed her and she was sorry. She was sorting things out. What was she sorting out? Liv wasn't sure if she should be happy or pissed. She had had about enough of pissed so she decided she was happy. She punched Callie's number in to her phone.

"Uh, you've reached the phone of Dr. Callie Torres. Leave your number and I'll call you back." Liv waited for the beep.

"Hi. It's Liv. I got your message. I was...well give me a call when you can. It was great to hear your voice. I miss you too." Liv snapped her phone shut.

Fin was casually hanging back until he saw Liv snap her phone shut. "Everything ok?" He asked as her walked over.

Liv smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I think so."

Fin smiled back. "Good. That's real good." Her partner wasn't the only one who noticed Liv was off her game since her return from Seattle.

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"Well, look who the cat dragged in?" Mark smiled at his friend.

"Really? You're going to start already?" Callie tilted her head.

Mark opened his hands in a grand gesture. "Well, yeah."

Callie smiled at her friend and scratched at her face. "Umm, about the other day..."

"No sweat. You're back now and you're smiling. That's all I care about." He slid his arm around her as they strolled down the hall together.

"Actually, about that, too..." Callie stopped their progress and turned to look at him. "I'm going to go talk to Webber about a transfer." She bit her upper lip nervously.

Mark inhaled slowly and furrowed his brow. "A transfer?"

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"So, uh, you see, Dr. Webber, personal reasons have...come up...recently and I am asking you to transfer me to our sister hospital, St. Vincent's in Manhattan. Please. Sir." Callie played nervously with her fingers.

"Dr. Torres, let me see if I have this straight." Dr. Webber folded his hands on his desk. "You want me to authorize a transfer to Manhattan's St. Vincent's Hospital for personal considerations on your part. Am I missing any salient points, Dr. Torres?"

Callie shook her head and took a deep breath. "No, sir."

Dr. Webber nodded slowly and pursed his lips. "Care to elaborate for me?"

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