A/N 1: I do not own any of the characters or scenarios from Grey's Anatomy.

516 (After the 'newborn' scene but before the 'this is my date' bar scene)

Why can't I get her out of my head? She's smiley and cheerful and uses words like 'super.' Plus she turned me down. Me. Callie Torres. Whatever, it's not like she's that hot anyways. Okay, she totally is, with those crazy blue eyes and those adorable dimples. But she called me a freaking newborn! Ugh!

Callie ran her fingers through her raven locks. She had spent far too much time thinking about the blonde bombshell. Having just wrapped up a consult in the ER, the ortho had some time to kill and decided to seek out some form of distraction, something that would clear her head.

On her way to the elevator, Callie was stopped dead in her tracks, frozen in horror as the object of her misery stepped out of the elevator and started walking towards her. Callie was pretty sure the surgeon hadn't noticed her yet, but she was trapped. There was no escape in sight. Just as she was going to make a run for it in the opposite direction, Arizona caught her gaze and smiled as she approached.

"What are you doing here," Callie blurted without preamble. Nice. Real smooth.

Arizona looked a little taken aback but smiled nonetheless. "I'm not sure yet. I just got paged."

"Yeah well, see ya around." The brunette pushed past the smaller woman. She walked two steps before she started kicking herself. Knowing it was probably a mistake but also that she would regret it if she didn't at least try, Callie turned around. "Arizona, I- I mean you…well I think you're…what I mean to say is… well you don't even…" the flustered woman let out a frustrated sigh. She felt like a fool, but try as she might, she could not get her brain to form coherent thoughts.

Arizona dipped her head, raising her eyebrows slightly. Her mouth turned up in a soft, sympathetic smile, which only made Callie blush harder. She took a deep breath and tried again, figuring it couldn't possibly get any worse. "What I'm trying to say is-" but she was cut off by the sound of her pager buzzing. After retrieving the device from the pocket of her lab coat, she glanced at the screen. Mark. Shyly she raised her eyes, unable to meet the blue ones in front of her.

"I have to uh…" she gestured with the pager still in her hand, "yeah." With that last genius remark, Callie spun around and nearly sprinted to the elevator, leaving a stunned blonde behind.

Safely behind the steel elevator doors, Callie groaned, slumping against the wall behind her. "Why am I such as idiot?"

The resident ran into her best friend when she exited the elevator.

"What the hell happened to you?" Callie said. Concern momentarily overwhelmed her other emotions as she followed him into a room.

"I had a minor disagreement with Derek," he responded dryly.

"Disagreement huh?" she muttered as she surveyed his injuries. "About Lexi?"

"Yeah," Mark sighed. "I told him we were seeing each other and then he decked me. I think he's being incredible unreasonable."

"Well, he may have overreacted, but that doesn't mean you had to join in."

"Whatever, I don't want to talk about it right now. Tell me about your girl. Did you talk to her?"

Callie laughed, though it wasn't a pleasant one. "Oh yeah," she drew the words out. "I talked to her alright. Twice actually."

Sloan grinned. "Yeah? And?"

"Well let's see, the first time I asked her out and she said no because I am a newborn, and the second time she didn't say anything because I couldn't manage to string three intelligent words together."

"What?" He was obviously trying desperately not to laugh.

"I don't know what's wrong with me, Mark. She turned me down, which would normally spark the 'her lose 'cause I'm awesome' bit. I rarely get turned down, but when I do, I never ask a second time. Of course I didn't actually ask a second time because I couldn't even talk to her, which is something else that is highly unlike me. I'm hot and smooth and sexy."

"True," Mark put in.

"Ugh! I don't know what it is about her, Mark, but there is definitely something."

The attending shook his head. "Well you better figure it out, kid, 'cause it looks to me like you've got it bad." Callie sighed. "Look," Mark continued, "this isn't you. You're Callie Torres. You're a badass. Get your shit together and show this chick what's she's missing."

Callie grinned from ear to ear, nodding her head.

"Good. Now, what's the verdict on the hand?"

"Well, it's not broken…"