Disclaimer: I do NOT own Grey's Anatomy and the characters/places mentioned herein that has something to do with it. Excitement.
A/N: I think this is going to be a long on fic. The girl's identity will be revealed soon. :) By the way, it was difficult picturing Mark with Callie because I am an ultimate Calzona fan and I greatly resent that idea of Mallie. So, that's just a bit of Mallie in there, can't go any further. Oh, and thanks for the reviews!
Title: At the Eleventh Hour
Author: Inks and Papers
Rating: T for now. May turn M in the future.
Summary: Just as everything thing is going crazy between Arizona & Callie after her return to Seattle, another dilemma enters the scene. Someone from Arizona's dark past comes to visit -or maybe, to bid goodbye. A bit of CalZona, more about Arizona.
Excitement. That's all I ever felt as I approach the huge hospital a block away from where I last asked for directions. The rush had taken over my doubts, my pains, and my fears. I could imagine her face in my head, those blue eyes, those cute dimples and all. I have to see her, right now. I have to…
Five minutes earlier
The pediatrics wing was jam-packed with busy doctors running around, patients coding left and right, parents nervously crying over their most precious child. There was no room for mistakes, not even corners.
April Kepner, another resident, was desperately looking for an attending as her patient, Nick Fry –a previously stable child diagnosed with only a few scratches and bruises on his knees ad a slight concussion to his head, crashed moments ago. She had been practically running around after Dr. Stark has yet to act on her page.
"Dr. Stark! Thank God. I, there's…" She panted. The head of Peds was talking on his phone, completely ignoring April's words.
"Dr. Stark, Nick, the almost-discharged-kid was crashing and, and…" April was trying to catch her breath. She was tired and nervous, watching over three kids at the same time. Irritated, Dr. Stark glared at the resident and almost shouted.
"You know very well that it is rude to interrupt Dr. Kepner, am I not correct?"
"Y-yeah, I know but this kid–"
"Go find Robbins!" He hissed.
"Sir, I-I don't think…" She looked down, trying to pluck up the courage to stand up to her superior. "We really should, like…"
"Your opinion would matter to me once you completed those sentences, Kepner. Now while they're still unfinished, you should go and find Robbins. NOW!" The attending pointed away.
Without any further ado, April sprung on her heels, trying to find Arizona around the area.
At Mark's apartment
"Really Cal. I thought you wanted to talk about something?" Mark smirked after uttering those words. He was lying on the couch, his stomach pressed against the furniture.
Callie sat on the other on, opposite to him. "We'll talk when you're ready, Mark. Tonight, you're drunk for whatever reason you have yet to tell me."
The Plastics surgeon slowly sat up and rubbed his temples as he found the most comfortable position. He wasn't looking at his best friend when he started to spill.
"Lexie and I… we had a fight."
"Oh, but why? You were good earlier today."
"She mentioned about us," He looked at Callie's eyes. "I mean, the two of us, the best sex friends there is." Mark chuckled. The brunette merely smiled.
"I… I can't really remember what she said. But I figured she might be a bit jealous, because you know, this whole Africa thing made you a sober–"
"A… what? Am not!" Callie quickly protested.
"Okay, okay lemme change that. This whole Africa thing made you a bit of a sober," The brunette quickly shot a 'what?' expression but did not dare interrupt her best friend. "And as the thoughtful, sympathetic, selfless, considerate, caring, cereal, and not to mention a hot, hot handsome–"
"Okay, stop right there. Mark, seriously? Let's just have this talk tomorrow. You're drunk and you're running out of adjectives to describe yourself so let's call it a night."
"You're talking nonsense, Torres. Of course one would run out of verb to describe me, I'm Mark Sloane! The fucking legend!" Callie stood, gradually making her way out of the door.
"Oh, really? Is that why you described yourself as a cereal? Come on, and it's an adjective not a freaking verb." She giggled. Mark took ahold of her wrist stopping her from taking another step off.
"I perfectly know it's a verb Torres," He pulled her closer.
"…like staring,"
Mark caressed her arms, placed his other hand on the back of her waist, drawing circles with his hands on her skin.
"…hugging,"
Callie hesitated. But it seemed impossible to resist him. He stood up slowly. He made sure that his skin would brush against Callie as he did so. "Mark…" He placed a finger on her lips, stopping her from uttering another word.
"Shush, I'm not done yet. Now where was I? Oh, kissing…"
She pulled her even closer, their faces barely an inch from each other. He moved in closer, as if he was smelling every inch of her face. Callie placed her arm between the two of them, trying to put in a space. But Mark was stronger and she finally gave in.
"…and screwing."
It was like a wakeup call. After that instant, Mark pressed his lips against Callie fiercely. The uncertainty around evaporated, leaving the room hot and steamy.
April had been literally running around searching for Arizona around the area. She asked every person she would come across with just to locate the perky peds surgeon. She turned to the nurse sitting behind a desk.
"H-hey! Have you seen Dr. Robbins?"
The male nurse didn't look up and pointed to the nearby on-call room.
"Of course, the on-call room. Thanks!"
As she made her way towards the room, the door burst out open and Arizona run out of it. April tried to call her, as she jogged the other way but she was too occupied to hear her.
Damn it!
She run after the peds surgeon but was knocked down by someone who exited the door.
"Ouch! Watch it, Bambi." Cristina yelled at the other resident. April rolled her eyes in frustration. She was about to say something when she saw Arizona's lab coat on Cristina's arms. She turned to the dark-haired resident before her.
"Y-you just come out of the on-call room."
"I know that."
"A-and Dr. Robbins run out of that room before you."
"What we have doorman now?"
"And you have her lab coat." She pointed towards the white coat hanging by Cristina's arms.
"Isn't there anything more obvious than that? Here, take it. Give it to her."
Cristina handed out the lab coat to April, who was still standing in front of her, staring, mouth opened. The dark haired resident raised her eyebrows.
"Hey Bambi," April blinked and pulled herself together. "…this is the part where you're supposed to run after the damsel in distress. Now, go!"
She mouthed 'right' to herself and run after the peds surgeon. Cristina walked towards the other way, lips pouting in annoyance. The nurse sitting behind the desk whispered to her.
"Sorry about that. You can always get a next time though. Just tell me, I'll guard the door."
The cardio-god-to-be resident stared at the dark guy grinning before her. She had that 'what?' expression on her face. She didn't answer the guy. Instead, she rolled her eyes and asked herself, Couldn't this place get any weirder?
She entered the building with full confidence. It was passed seven o'clock in the evening, so she's sure there's not much happening around. But she mistaken. There were still quite a number of people inside the hospital. Some people in white coat where running around like rats. She found herself lost in the midst of a vast pool of people walking, running.
Shit. This place sure is huge!
Even the reception was crammed by a number of people so she sat on the waiting room until the receptionist's table was cleared.
I really hate the crowd.
She rubbed her temples. She had been waiting for at least half an hour now. A doctor came by and talked to the lady sitting three chairs away from her.
"We did everything we could, but there was just too much bleeding." He said in a low edgy voice.
The lady, who was holding on to a rosary the whole time, broke down and cried.
"No! No, no… Amelia, no!"
"I'm sorry ma'am. We're really sorry for your lost." The guy took a step back and moved away from the lady who was crying herself to death at that point.
She took the opportunity to finally get to talk to a doctor and find what she's looking for. She moved quickly and ran after the guy. "Excuse me,"
"Can I help you?"
"Uh, doctor…"She glanced at the patch on the guy's lab coat. "Karev, can I ask you something?"
Alex faced her and crossed his arms. "Just be quick, I still have a surgery to get back to."
She hesitated for a while. She was all set for meeting this very person for the first time and hadn't felt any tension and anxiety, until that very moment.
Am I ready for this?
"Uh, miss. I have to go, if you're not sure–"
"Arizona Robbins," She finally said.
"…do you know where I could find, Dr. Robbins?"
A/N: Comments? :)