Disclaimer: The show Grey's Anatomy is not mine, and neither are the characters, I am not receiving any profit from this work. Everyone in this story belongs to Shondaland. I'm just going to play with the characters for a bit. I'll return them in tact... mostly. T for language and content. Rating may change, eventually.

A/N: Maybe I should have called this story "Phoenix: Crash and Burn" cause thats what I'm doing. I may rename this story, "The Pheonix Cycle". Don't worry guys, Calzona will be okay in the end. Its just gong to be a long and painful journey back to each other. I owe it to them not to make this easy.

I'm not trying to make Callie a 'possessive jealous monster villain', she's not one. I love her. I love Arizona. I love them together, it breaks my heart that they are not. I can't be nice to anyone here though, except maybe Kepner.

Thank you for your reviews. Good and bad I love them all. They make this story better.

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Callie couldn't believe this was happening. She was stunned into silence and could only impotently look on to this train wreck that was happening in front of her eyes, and she wasn't thinking about the traffic pileup that was swelling the ER room either. Was this pale stick insect trying to flirt with her wife, in front of her? Who does that? She needed to focus on her patient, and control her breathing. The boy was in a bad condition. He had multiple fractures, all over his body, and a rib seemed to have ruptured his spleen. He needed immediate attention. That spleen needed to be removed, or he would bleed out.

Arizona appeared to be nodding to herself. That was weird. Why was her wife being weird?

"Something you want to share", Callie asked Arizona, quite politely in her opinion. What the hell was going on? Why hadn't Arizona told the intern off yet. It was obvious she was uncomfortable, and Leah was being quite unprofessional. How had she passed her exam?

Interns, who needs them... they only get in the way. Interns were like children, dangerous destructive monster children, with knives... and grenades. The incompetent intern in front of her presenting as exhibit A. Why was she still here? There was more than enough to occupy every staff member on call.

"Yes," she heard Arizona reply, "this patient needs immediate attention we need to perform urgent surgery to stop the internal bleeding in his spleen, Leah, could you book an OR room immediately?" Arizona asked.

Arizona looked at Callie, "I don't think he can keep that spleen".

Ah good, so Arizona had made the same assessment of the patient that she had.

"Um, er.." the intern stammered, "Jo's coming this way, I'd rather learn from you, I'll just ask her and, um... I'll be right back."

Why was Murphy being such a baby? Had the training really deteriorated so far? She was about to tell her off when Kepner arrived and read the unfortunate child the riot act, saving Callie from having to do it herself. Which was a good thing because she was currently to preoccupied in saving the boys life to chew her out.

Arizona chose that moment to have some coffee... the coffee that the intern, had brought over...

Why hadn't she brought coffee for all of them? Unless her stupid, cheating, dimpled gringa of a wife had done it again? Had she just said that aloud? Oops. She would have to have a talk to Arizona later to find out what was going on. Oh my God! That was it, wasn't it?

Why did these things always happen to her?

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After four hours of solidly working to save the boy they had managed to stabilise him. He had lost his spleen and two ribs and was currently being transported to the recovery unit in the children's ward. He had yet to wake up.

Scrubbing out quickly, Callie followed Arizona hastily out of the O.R room. Reaching the corridor Callie quickly caught up to Arizona. She grabbed her elbow and pulled her into the nearest on-call room. She ignored the gasp of surprise from Arizona and quickly locked the door behind them. She pushed Arizona backwards wincing at the pang of guilt in her stomach as Arizona struggled to remain balanced. Callie resisted the urge to help steady her. Arizona grasped onto a bed bunk post to regain her balance and took a moment to gather her composure. A look passed across her face. It was small but Callie noticed it. There was a quick look of guilt, and then anger before Arizona's face went blank again.

"Arizona, what the hell is going on? Why is that intern permanently attached to your rear end?" She asked.

Arizona seemed to sigh and fold into herself, struggling with some internal decision. Suddenly she breathed deeply; straightening her back, tightening her stomach, and relaxing her face. All the while, her eyes examined every inch of Callie's face. Looking for... something, anything. She sighed again.

"What's it to you, why is it any concern of yours?" A hidden question lurked beneath that sentence. Callie chose to ignore it. She took a step back, wasn't it obvious? Was Arizona dumb or something.

"I'm asking because you're my wife, we have a child!" She yelled the last part of the sentence willing Arizona to understand.

Arizona looked down almost whispering, "You were my wife, Callie, now I'm apparently dead to you".

"So... What because of some silly thing I said at a party, to raise money, you're not going to fight for us? You're. Still. My. Wife." She punctuated that sentence with her hands.

"Callie", Arizona said gently, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Callie I've done nothing but fight for you since the start of our relationship. I fought for you with Mark Sloan; I fought for you when I came back from Africa; I fought for you after our car accident. I willed myself to survive that plane crash to come back to you and Sophia. I know, I've been a bitch. I've cheated on you and made many mistakes. And I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I love you so, so much. The thing is Callie, you don't seem to want me to fight for you anymore. And... you definitely don't want to fight for me. Most days I expect to be served with divorce papers. So, let me ask you again, what's it to you?"

She left Callie standing in that on call room her mouth wide open, a response frozen in her throat.

The door clicked shut. Echoing the sound of Callie's heart.