I am SO sorry for letting y'all wait for so long! I'm a busy intern... Hope you forgive me and enjoy this chapter! Oh and please leave me a message, I love reading all your comments on the story. I'm definitely going to need your ideas at the end of this chapter.. :)

Short summary: Callie and Arizona are flight attendants for Seattle Shuttle. Arizona's brother dies and Callie is there to make her feel a little better. But Callie is not as innocent as she looks and Arizona is very close to finding out about her secret...

CHAPTER 5

Sneaking out of another person's house was something Callie had never done. Until today. She closed the door to Arizona's apartment cautiously, not wanting to wake the blonde up. It was 5am and Callie needed to get home. Her phone battery was in desperate need of a power boost and her spy suitcase, referred to as 'S2' or 'Stue' by colleagues, was still in her apartment. Since her boss had so nicely reminded her of her task yesterday, Callie figured she'd better start as soon as possible. A cool morning breeze ruffled through her hair as she walked the short distance to her brand new apartment. She didn't see many people, but that was not much of a surprise, given the time of day. It wasn't until she reached her own apartment building when she realized she didn't leave Arizona a note.

She must think so low of me now. Not cool, Callie.

Walking up two flights of stairs, she thought of last night. It had felt amazing to have a warm body lying next to her again. The body of a woman who took her breath away, who was funny, sexy, so damn adorable… What if that could be a regular thing? Falling asleep next to Arizona, waking up next to Arizona, having breakfast with… Snap out of it. It's never gonna be like that, you can't be together, focus on your job, Callie.

As she entered her apartment, the unmistakable scent of freshly painted walls clouded her mind. Thank God she didn't sleep here last night, she would totally have gotten sick. She plugged her phone into the nearest power point and walked over to her bedroom. She kneeled to the floor on the right side of her bed, knocking on the wood.

I must look like a psycho right now.

She found what she was looking for rather quickly, lifting up a plank and sticking her arm into the space underneath. Stue was right where she had left him. She lifted the suitcase out of its dark accommodation. It was locked with a 4-digit number code and a fingerprint reader. It could only open in reaction to two fingerprints, one was hers the other was yet to be determined. The first person who would touch it, would be saved as the second fingerprint being capable of opening the suitcase. It had to be someone trustworthy, someone who would be her ally, an inside spy from the other company. At that moment, Callie was absolutely one hundred percent sure of two things. One, she would have to find someone as soon as possible in order for her to not be fired by her boss. Two, Arizona could never be the inside spy. Callie would never be able to forgive herself if Arizona lost her job.

She quickly unlocked Stue and checked the contents. Numerous bugging devices, tools to unlock locked stuff, tracking devices and weapons were revealed, topped by a single pearly white paper. The assignment. She had read it at least one hundred times, she could dream it. She locked the suitcase and walked over to the kitchen to make herself some breakfast, while her mind drifted off to Arizona for the hundredth time.

Arizona yawned and opened her eyes. Her phone was buzzing, telling her to wake up and get ready for work. She pressed the snooze button on her screen and crawled back under the covers. Covers that smelled like… Callie. Arizona sat bolt upright in bed within a nanosecond. Callie slept here last night, but the bed was empty right now. No sign of the tanned woman. Where the hell is she? She climbed out of bed and walked into the living room.

Maybe she felt uncomfortable and went back to the couch?

Nope. The couch was empty, apart from the neatly folded up blanket on the armrest. Bathroom? Arizona checked it, but her brunette wasn't there either.

She snuck out on me? Really?

Arizona couldn't say she wasn't pissed. Or disappointed. Or both. They were supposed to have a date tonight! Callie probably already forgot about that and moved on to her next victim. Typical. Why do I always fall for the bad ones?

Then she remembered the phone call Callie had received yesterday, in her bedroom. She had talked to some woman named 'Addy'. I will see you tomorrow then, meet me in the conference room on the second floor. That's what Callie had said. And a lot of other crap about her boss and the key. What if it was all code words for something else? What if she was just going to have a quicky with that woman in the conference room and she used weird words to make sure Arizona didn't find out? How could she have been so stupid? How could she ever, for one second, think that an amazing woman like Callie was interested in her?

Callie was in her natural habitat, comfortable and confident. She walked towards the airport, Stue in one hand, a hot Starbucks cup filled with her favorite drink, white caffè mocha, in the other. Her heels made ticking sounds on the street with every step, something she had always found annoying. Unfortunately, it came with the job and she had to suck it up and stop whining, which Addison couldn't point out often enough. She didn't become a stewardess to be a stewardess. She became a stewardess because she was a badass spy. She was good at her job, she had great colleagues and her life was nice. Granted, she was confused about her sexual orientation often lately, something her best male friend and colleague, Mark Sloan, was totally into. They'd had their share of adventures together, but Mark was famous for his inability to commit to a woman. Mentioning her one night stand with Erica never failed to turn him on. It didn't have the same effect on herself though, it made her feel confused; a feeling she wasn't familiar with and thoroughly disliked. She had always had a clear vision of her future. She'd spend time and effort on starting her career first, then she'd find herself a loving husband, get some kids, buy a beautiful house... Her damn one night stand, two weeks ago, had changed everything and she hated Erica for it. Instead of men, she was now thinking about and looking at women more often. No husband, but a wife. No kids in the natural way. People staring at you everywhere you went because your hand is intertwined with another woman's. And she didn't even want to think about her parents' reaction. They would never accept it. True, she was still attracted to men as well, but she couldn't help but wonder how much better her life could be with a woman by her side. And now Arizona showed up and all she could think about was building up a future with her. It scared the shit out of her, they had known each other for barely a day now and she was already getting attached. And when she'd finish her job at this company, they would probably make her move to another city again, making it fairly impossible to start a relationship with someone. Also, she'd never want to put Arizona in danger, and she totally would if they'd be together. Callie was submerged in a dark world, where violence and revenge were key words. Of course, one assignment was more dangerous than the other. The one she was on now would mainly involve breaking into locked rooms and stealing highly protected documents. She'd had her share of dangerous assignments though. The scars on her body were proof of the many broken bones (even resulting in surgeries sometimes) and a soaring knife she couldn't diverge quickly enough. It had made a clean cut over her back, resulting in an emergency hospital admission and subsequent infection. Mentally, the job could be very challenging as well. Nightmares still followed her every few weeks, mostly consisting of flashbacks to the day she had a gun against her head and her colleague and ex-boyfriend George O'Malley was killed in a risky mission. Nonetheless, Callie loved her job. The rush, the thrill, the feeling of her heart pounding in her chest... Uh-mazing. And she had a vast group of people surrounding her and protecting her at all times. Her friends, who happened to be her colleagues as well. Mark was a manwhore but a great laugh and a faithful friend. Also, the sex with him had been the best sex she'd had in her life and Mark was always in for it. Cristina Yang was an arrogant pain in the ass, but surprisingly good at her job and an acceptable roommate. They had shared an apartment for over three years and of course there had been disagreements, but Yang was mostly either in her room or at Meredith's. To be honest, Callie never knew why Meredith Grey chose this job. It was unlike her. Meredith was kind and against violence and used to be a medical student, until she cut someone's LVAD wire and was kicked out off the program. She was the newest member of their squad, the one that made stupid mistakes and the one everyone always made fun of. Luckily, her missteps could usually be fixed by her more experienced colleagues. Mark and Jackson made a great team and worked together on the most risky missions. Then there was Addison, of course, her best friend and probably the smartest one. Addison made bugging devices and was the one who always tried to find allies from the other company; very useful to anyone on their squad. Last but not least there was Jo, also known as CharmGirl. She was a master in distractions and a scarily good liar. Men usually fell for her charm and beauty; something she took advantage of in many assignments. Together, they made a skilled and experienced team. They depended on each other, and a lot of trust was needed for it to work out, but it did in the end and their company ran like an oiled machine. Since the company's name was "Brown, Inc.", they often referred to themselves as Brownies. The only downside was their terribly mean and cranky boss, but the fun and friendship between all team members more than made up for that. Her boss. She was immediately reminded to the phone call he graced her with yesterday. She was too slow for his liking. She had to confess; it went too slow for her liking as well. She would never have chosen to be a flight attendant voluntarily. It took time for her to get used to the strange working hours, the unexpected movements the plane could make and the heels. God, the heels. How do women walk on those? And then the Arizona situation complicated things. Nevertheless, there were rules at Brown, Inc. When infiltration into any company is needed and a Brownie gets a new job at that respective company, the boss allows the Brownie two weeks to get used to the new job. After those pitiful 14 days, the employee is expected to start with his or her assignment. Callie has worked at Seattle Shuttle for almost three weeks now without having accomplished anything (except for breaking one of her high heels on her first day of work and having a confusing one night stand). She knew she deserved that phone call.

Callie was so lost in her thoughts she walked through a red traffic light and didn't even notice it. She was thrust back to consciousness when she felt a firm jerk on her upper arm, pulling her back. A car raced by in front of her, right where her body had been only a second ago. Callie's heart skipped a beat as she realized how close she had been to another hospital trip, this time possibly one-way. She looked around to see who had pulled her back at the last moment. Her eyes met a pair of light brown ones, looking at her in shock.

'I... Thank you.' Callie stammered.

The woman's expression didn't change much as she nodded. The woman looked shy, yet pretty. A little like Meredith, actually.

'Can I offer you a coffee?' Callie asked. It was the least she could do after this person had saved her life.

The woman looked up again, locking eyes with Callie's.

'Yes, thanks,' she replied with a gentle smile.

Callie lead her to a coffee corner closeby and they sat down.

'Really, I can't thank you enough. My thoughts were somewhere else and I totally missed the traffic light. If you wouldn't have... I don't even wanna think about what could have happened. So thank you.'

'You're welcome. It was nothing more than a reflex. I didn't even think about it...'

'Would you like to drink something?' A cute looking waitress stood beside their table.

'Actually, I have to get to work soon, can we get our coffee to go?'

'Sure ma'am.'

They gave her their orders and waited for their coffee to arrive. Meanwhile, Callie took some time to observe the other woman. Smart face, long hair. Unmistakably straight. Seriously Callie? Are you testing your gaydar on random women now? Blue scarf, black coat... and under the coat she wore a skirt. The Seattle Shuttle company skirt.

Callie's eyes widened. 'Do you work at Seattle Shuttle as well?'

The woman looked back at Callie, from where she had been staring at their coffees being made.

'Yes, I do.'

'Me too!' She stuck out her hand. 'Callie Torres, pleased to meet you.'

'Lexie Grey, likewise.'

'Grey?'

'Yes'

Callie's mind was racing. This woman looked a lot like Meredith and their last name was the same. There are probably hundreds of people in Seattle with surname 'Grey', don't think too far, Torres.

Callie's curiosity got the better of her. 'Are you family of Meredith Grey?'

Lexie's eyes widened and her mouth fell open. 'You know Meredith?'

'She's a friend of mine.'

'Can I meet her?'

'You didn't answer my question. Are you family?'

'Yes. Yes, I... Can you make sure I meet her?'

'Sure. Least I can do after you saved my life. What kind of family are you then? Did she ever see you? I don't recall her ever mentioning your name...'

'No we never... She doesn't...' Lexie sounded fairly confused.

'Here's your coffees!' The waitress interrupted their conversation, handing over two hot cups. Callie paid her and walked outside, followed by Lexie.

'So… are you like cousins?' Callie asked as they walked in the direction of the airport together. It was only about five minutes from the coffee corner.

'No, not exactly… I can't really tell you, I think it's better if I talk to her first.'

'Yeah, sure. I'll call her today. I'm not sure whether she's in Seattle now.'

'Thanks'

They walked on in silence for a minute and Callie couldn't help wishing it was Arizona walking next to her. Maybe even holding her hand… She sighed, a dorky smile on her face. Lexie didn't let her enjoy her daydream long though.

'How long have you worked at the airport?' she asked.

'About 3 weeks now...' Callie replied.

'Oh, you must've had trouble with the waiting list as well. I was on the list for over a year before they finally hired me.'

'Well, actually I got in through a special program and they hired me right away. I'll be here for a few more weeks tops, then I'll quit.' Seeing Lexie's surprised facial expression, she added: 'It's complicated, don't ask'.

'That's odd', Lexie frowned but dropped the subject, much to Callie's relief. This was one of the more annoying sides of her job; she never really lied but couldn't tell the truth either. New colleagues usually found it weird she only worked at their company for a few weeks, which was imaginable. It wasn't exactly normal.

Callie never really knew how the whole process was organized. Some important people made those companies hire the Brownies, undoubtedly there was either money or power involved. The airport would never have hired her that fast otherwise. Heck, they wouldn't have hired her at all, since she didn't have any experience as a flight attendant, nor any training. Callie never dwelled on that subject for too long; she did her job and it didn't matter how she got there in the first place.

Lexie and Callie arrived at the airport and entered the main hall.

'I'm gonna go meet up with some friends, I'll see you around sometime I think.' Lexie said. 'Oh, can we exchange numbers? Then you can update me on Meredith.'

'Sure'

They quickly gave each other their number, Callie thanked her once again for saving her and they both went separate ways. Callie visited her new boss's office to ask if she could be transferred to the long flights again. He was confused, but gave her what she wanted without further ado.

Definitely money or power involved here.

She stepped out of the office two minutes later with mixed feelings. She would be able to do her job now and her 'real' boss would be satisfied… but she wouldn't be working with Arizona anymore.

A certain blonde entered the airport right at that moment. The subject of her thoughts hadn't called or sent her a single message all morning. She had resisted the temptation to call the Latina herself; she didn't feel like she was the one who had to make the first move now. Besides, she didn't have her number yet. She could've asked Teddy; she wanted to call her anyway to ask for advice or some support, but Teddy was still in Europe, probably having dinner around this time. She decided that a coffee would do her good at this point and walked to the Starbucks branch in the main hall. There was a short line and she waited for her turn patiently.
'What can I get you, ma'am?' A young raven-haired woman was looking at her with a smile.
Arizona opened her mouth to reply, but she was interrupted by someone standing very close behind her. A soft hand landed on her hip.
'She'll have a white caffè mocha.'
Arizona recognized the voice immediately and turned around. 'Callie!'
'Hey, stranger', Callie beamed as she leaned in and gave the blonde a quick kiss on the cheek.
'I'm sorry about this morning, I should've left a note or something. I would have texted, but I don't have your number.'
Arizona decided she wasn't gonna act all clingy and disappointed, and she definitely didn't want to confess she'd been sulky all morning. She couldn't let Callie have that much power over her.
'It's ok, forget it', she replied, trying to sound indifferent.
'Is our date still on for tonight?' Callie asked.
'Yep, where will we go?'
'Haven't really thought about it yet...' Callie shrugged. That was a lie; she had thought about it all morning. The truth was, none of the activities she came up with seemed good enough to woo Arizona. Dinner would be way too cliché, as would watching a movie. Besides, she'd rather do something where she could see Arizona. And touch her a lot without looking like a sexed-up stalker. Hmmm.
'Let's talk about that later, shall we?'
'Sure. I gotta go anyway, another flight to SF on my schedule. I'll be back end of the afternoon.' The blonde didn't really have to go all that soon, she just wanted to make sure Callie wouldn't know about her staying around to spy on her. 'Oh, by the way, here's my phone number,' she scribbled something on a piece of paper, 'So you can text me next time you decide to bail out on me.' Arizona winked.
'That won't happen again, I promise.'
'I sure hope so,' the blonde smiled, paid for her coffee and turned her back on Callie.
'No goodbye kiss?' Callie pouted.
'Not before tonight.' Without looking back, Arizona lifted her arm and waved her colleague goodbye.
Two can play that game.

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AN2: Thank you so much for reading! Again, I'm sorry for the long wait. I hope to update sooner next time!