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. All mistakes are mine.

I don't speak Spanish. I wish I did, it's hot! Anyway, please feel free to correct me if I swore wrongly in this beautiful language, or if I need to dial it back a bit. I don't want to offend anybody. My research into this comes from google and urban dictionary. As I understand it they are pretty powerful insults. Please let me know if there is a more appopriate word and I will change it. Callie's not in her happy place.

A/N: I watched last night's zombie episode. I swear it had no influence upon this chapter whatsoever. None.

This is a long one.

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Vicious, treacherous, manipulative, lying, cheating, son of a cabrona...Callie seethed as she finished her rounds. She wasn't focusing on her patients, so it's lucky for them she was so good. Instead, she thought about the last year.

How had it all become so messed up? She had been so happy and in love, they were both so much in love. And then that plane... that plane had changed everything. Ripped everything to shreds. Ripped her life to shreds only to spit it out again, undigested, rotting right in front of her.

Everything. They had been happy. A neat little family package: Callie, Sophia, Arizona and Mark. Her wife may had been correct in that, she had always let Mark get away with a little too much. Mark had been her best friend. Poor Mark and poor sweet, kind Lexi. They didn't deserve to die, not like that. That freaking plane- it had changed everything. It had changed her life. It had transformed her wife for the worse. It had broken her. They last year had been hell. When she had looked in Arizona's eyes, she didn't recognise her. Her wife had been so angry, all the time, so unpredictable. Her wife had been so dark. Her wife, who had once been so very supportive in everything Callie had done, was non-existent. In her place, there was an angry, demanding, harpy who didn't care about anything, anyone and who hated Callie; for taking her leg, for breaking her promise. Callie shuddered, it had been horrific. The person she had loved the most and she didn't even recognise her. Arizona was nothing but a shell, the light that had once suffused her whole being was shrouded in darkness.

Callie had done her best to be supportive, maintaining a job, a household and being a mother, while at the same time she buried her grief for Mark, and tried to be supportive to her wife. Mark had been her best friend, her main support. He was always protecting her. She couldn't even mourn him. Callie had too many responsibilities, so she buried her grief. She felt like she owed Arizona for staying beside her bed after the car crash. Grateful for taking her back because she was pregnant at the time, and afraid of losing her. She really loved her. They belonged together and Arizona had come back from Africa and fought to be with her. No one had ever done that, not for Callie. They were made for each other. They had married but had it been too soon? Arizona was deeply in love with her for certain, but why had she married her? Had she only married her because of Mark, to make it equal? Had Arizona felt that insecure in her relationship? Had Callie done that to her? Callie had never thought about it before.

Callie stalked down the halls of the hospital. After Cristina had spoken to her, Callie had once again managed to talk herself into a rage. She felt the walls of her vision shrink and expand. She had to stop, to bend over and breathe. In and out, calm soothing walks down a beach, with a coffee, calmer after each breath. A wave of nausea rolled over her. Her vision went blurry for a second and the ringing in her ears hurt her head. Her head pounded. Oh no, she was getting a migraine! Quickly she found two Advil capsules in her lab coat and gulped them down with some bottled water. That would have too do. She would have to see this through.

She was lost. Arizona had asked her to fight for her and she had. She had gone and declared her feelings to her and her wife had slept with that intern. Had she waited minutes or hours after Callie had declared herself to go and mount that women?

Betrayal, white hot, fiery anger filled every cell. Why had she done it? Was it to hurt her further? To punish her? She intended to find out after the meeting.

Reaching the board room Callie surveyed the seating. She was the second last person to arrive and so she chose to sit next to Christina. One seat remained, empty. The one opposite her. Good! She would make her sweat. The object of her ire chose that moment to enter the board room, blond hair bouncing as she walked in and found her seat.

"Sorry I'm late. I just arrived back to work and then I had a consult with Cristina. She's handing over a new patient, Riley, to me. She says he's an absolute angel. The perfect child. I wanted to look at his file before this meeting and familiarise myself with his case history." Arizona smiled and turned to look at them all until her eyes fell on Callie who was busy glaring at her. The smile vanished. Arizona seemed to shrink and looked down. "Thanks for waiting."

"Not too worry, Doctor Robbins, we hadn't started the meeting yet. Welcome back, we have a few things to discuss this afternoon. Firstly, our budget. Since the fundraiser we have begun to climb out of the red and into the black".

Arizona was looking at her, trying to suss her out. She caught the look and gave her a warning stare. You betrayed me. I trusted you, stayed by your side...Arizona looked down and shock her head. Apparently she hadn't heard the gossip yet.

Oh God, she was so beautiful. Her wife was such a beautiful, perfect..lying, treacherous cheating, manipulative bitch. She looked haggard and exhausted like she'd been through a trial by fire. She had lost quite a bit of weight and was very pale, with dark circles around her eyes. She looked resigned. Callie was openly staring at Arizona and Arizona was clearly uncomfortable. Callie's arm was bumped and a note was placed into her palm written from Christina.

Remember my patient needs an exam. Don't kill her until she has seen Riley, much appreciated - Christina.

The meeting took forever. Departments needed to be restocked and supplies purchased. Beds and battery packs- a tedious boring meeting. Arizona and her refused to look at each other. They were both trying to understand this silent conversation. She can burn, burn burn. Curse her! Finally the meeting ended and chairs were pushed in. Staff ready to finish for the day, or get ready for the next shift. Arizona packed up her notes. Callie touched her arm. "I need to talk to you." Arizona nodded slowly and said, "not here, in my office". Exiting the elevator Arizona unlocked the door to her office, gesturing for Callie to enter first. Once they were both in the room, Callie turned and locked the door. Arizona had her back to her facing her desk refusing to look at her.

"I heard you moved on and slept with, Leah?"

Arizona sighed, "Callie, you have to understand that was after you had kicked me out. I was sure you didn't want me. That was before you came to my apartment and confronted me."

"So...how do you feel? Why..ah, what am I too you, anymore?" She asked softly.

"I feel this..."

Arizona turned her head and abruptly crossed the space that it took to kiss Callie. She put her hands eithor side of Callie's face and held her by the jaw, drawing her closer. A hot passionate plea for redemption. Arizona nipped Callie's bottom lip, pulling it out gently with her teeth, teasing the lip before letting it go. Callie hesitated for an instant then she pushed her tongue hard into Arizona's mouth. Their tongues met in a heated and familiar dance as they were lost in each other. Bodies melded together and Callie pushed Arizona back against the desk and slammed her leg between Arizona's thighs, causing the other women to moan, gently. It felt so good, it felt like home. Then she remembered why she had come to talk to Arizona, and the room went cold. Betrayal. She pushed Arizona away and slapped her. No redemption. It hurt her hand. Callie gave her one last up and down look.

"Chigate" she spat out. "Why are you doing this to me, playing with me, hurting me so much?" She turned unlocked the door and left the room, stunned by what had occurred. Blinking away tears as her vision once again went blurry, her. She needed a drink, fast. It would need to be stronger then coffee.