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: Did you really think Leah would go away that easily? Or that Arizona would be cured by one teeny, tiny existential crisis? Or that Callie would be an angel in that situation - Not a chance!

-For any Aussies in the audience: Happy Melbourne Cup Day! Hope you won something!

Lets catch up with Leah...see why she's back chasing our beautiful paediatrician, and find out what was said...

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Leah raced towards the bathroom. Well, that was unexpected. Dancing with Arizona had felt magical until Torres had arrived unexpectedly. It had felt like old times. The time before she had seen Arizona weak and helpless in that cold and clinical bathroom, stuck in the tub. It had been a interesting week. At first she was horrified by Arizona's missing limb. However, Leah had replayed the images of that night in her mind until Arizona was no longer pale and helpless, but instead a perfect women, in need of rescuing from her life and from Torres. She gradually forgot about the leg, the image blurring into obscurity. Instead she saw Arizona looking at her longingly, eyes gazing out from beneath her lashes, sucking her lip. So lovely. Now she was heroic and brave, crying out for help. The pale images in her mind transformed into golden ones. It was frustrating, trying to see Arizona, now that she had moved in with April. Leah would try and see Arizona and April would block her attempts. Must be some kind of brainwashing, a cult. She would keep working on freeing her. Bide her time.

She stopped by the bathroom tap to wash her hands and look in the mirror. It had been a little scary when Dr Torres had shown up, suddenly out of nowhere, moving behind Arizona. Those dark, dangerous eyes had caught hers. Torres stared at her, challenging. The message was clear and firm, "leave now, don't come back, don't ever come back, don't even think about dancing with her, or touching her, she's mine, she's my wife". Torres had looked straight at Leah before shifting her eyes slowly down Arizona's body, surveying her from behind. Then Torres had wrapped her arm around Arizona's waist and pulled her firmly against her, grinding slowly to the music. The music was pulsating and people writhed as the lights flicked blue to purple and back again, in time with the beat. Arizona couldn't see the look Torres had given Leah. Torres had slowly lifted her gaze back up and slammed Leah with the intensity. Leah was left breathless and stunned, "why are you still here?", Torres seemed to ask. "Get out, leave," Leah had fled. She felt gawky and powerless. Too big for her body. Too uncoordinated and polite. She didn't move naturally like the Latina, who seemed born to dance. An uncomfortable feeling arose in her throat, making it difficult to breath. Torres was Arizona's wife, was she doing the wrong thing? She felt vaguely uneasy. Then she brushed the thought aside and buried it deeply. She consoled herself, it wasn't her fault. Torres and Arizona were spilt up.

Besides Arizona had found her 'adorable' and touched her nose. Leah looked at her reflection, yeah, she was pretty adorable. Other people thought so too. Arizona thought she was adorable, and had treated her with kindness when she was bitten by that man. It had also been Arizona who had allowed them to dance together. Arizona had asked her to spend the night. Leah felt little guilt. Torres had kicked Arizona out of her own flat. Torres had no rights. Arizona was fair game.

She heard voices outside the restroom. It sounded like Dr Yang and Dr Torres. She needed to hide. She ducked into the nearest cubicle and locked the door from the inside. It was a much abused door, there were cracks all over it. Finding a crack with a rather large opening, Leah put her eye to it. She could vaguely see what was happening in the restroom, mainly one sink depending where she stood, the rest of the bathroom in darkness. Both doctors entered.

"Okay what was that. What happened this afternoon and this evening between you and Blondie?" Yang was asking the other women.

Torres paused and said, "you know, Arizona stuff. A lot happened today. We kissed after the meeting, well, she kissed me.."

"Okay..." Yang looked amused.

"...and then I may, have kinda slapped her and told her to go fuck herself, in Spanish." Callie rushed out with. "I was angry, she's playing with my head and it's giving me these pounding headache, migraine things, and sometimes I can't see properly because of them." Callie finished. She turned on the tap and splashed her face.

"Callie I told you to talk to her, not kiss her after the meeting, slap her, insult her and then seduce her on the dancefloor. What the hell?"

"I just, I couldn't help it. She infuriates me so much."

"You love each other, that's why you guys constantly hurt each other." Cristina put her hand on Torres's arm and patted it gently. "There, there", she said woodenly. "It will be alright." Cristina said tonelessly continuing to whack Callie's back.

"Now", Christina asked, "what the freaking hell was that out on the dance floor, just now, the last thing I remember was sitting at the bar chugging tequila before you cursed in Spanish and marched off? Why did Arizona suddenly leave when you were dancing? You looked so cosy."

Torres looked down, shyly, "I may have kinda implied to her that she was a whore," she rushed. "Its just she was dancing so closely with that intern, with that women and I got angry and panicked, it's possible that I wasn't that nice. I was really mad even though we kissed, I kept seeing that intern with her hands on my wife and that reminded me of her".

Leah knew that her, meant that other women. The visiting paediatrician, Lauren Boswell. So Torres saw her like that, huh? Interesting.

"What were your words Callie, your exact words" Christina pursued. Callie looked down and mumbled, "I said... um.. erm...I may have said something to the effect that after she'd finished with Leah tonight could she come and see me, because I am horny too?"

"Callie, that's harsh," Yang arched her eyebrow, "even from you." She looked at Torres sideways. "Was that why she left?"

"Er...I may have said the word 'fuck', once or twice in the conversation, I'm not sure. I need a drink!"

"You're an idiot. She wants you back. Well at least she did before you started talking. Come on you neanderthal. Let's get you good and shattered. You can apologise tomorrow." Yang wrapped her arm around Torres and the two of them exited.

Behind the toilet door stall, Leah smiled to herself. If Doctor Torres thought so little of her wife there was nothing wrong with what she was doing. Maybe she did have a chance after all.