"Mark."

Mark ignored the presence of one (obviously very needy) Callie Torres. He kept eating his lasagna, hoping that she'd not go where he thought she'd go.

"Maaaark."

"Oh. My. God. What?" Mark snapped, stabbing his fork upright into his lasagna before shooting Callie a death glare.

"Haveyouhadachancetoseeher?" Callie breathlessly asked.

"First off, I have absolutely no clue what you just asked," Mark folded his arms, "but I'm going to assume it's about that blonde—"

"Arizona."

"—that blonde you went chasing after. You left me and The Bride for some blonde. And you left Bill!"

Callie stared at Mark, her straw halfway to her mouth. "What happened to you?"

"What do you mean?" Mark stole her apple off her tray.

"The Mark I know would have already hit on her and reported back to me. Lexie's broken you. Again!" She sniggered at the memory of Lexie reddening from embarrassment while desperately trying to tell her she broke Mark's penis.

"I'm happy," Mark smiled contentedly. "I have a wonderful woman in my life—"

"Ew."

"—and she is absolutely amazing."

"This is just disgusting…" Callie swiped her apple back from Mark. "I need to go find a new friend. One who's head isn't all—" she waved her hands in front of Mark, "—all domesticated and…" She felt a presence behind her and turned, seeing Lexie. "Annnnnd I need to go." She got up quickly, rattling her salad container and cup. "Hi, Lexie. Bye, Lexie."

"What was that?" Lexie confusedly wondered as she sat down. She looked at Mark, demanding an explanation.

"Torres has a crush," Mark grinned at Lexie's excited expression.

"Ooooo! Who is it?" Lexie whipped around in her seat to see Callie retreating out of the cafeteria. "Mark! Do you know?"

"I don't gossip."

"You are the gossip," Lexie turned back to Mark. She grabbed Mark's fork out of his lasagna, holding it hostage. "You aren't getting this back until you tell me who it is!" She pointed the fork threateningly at her boyfriend.

"I have no idea," Mark held his hand out. "All I know is that she's blonde and has a weird name. Alaska or something."

"Arizona?!" Lexie nearly squealed. She lowered her voice after Mark glared at her, "Arizona Robbins, the new pediatrics surgeon?"

"Any other state-named-blonde surgeons in this hospital?" Mark snatched his fork back before Lexie could open her mouth. "She was at the Kill Bill marathon festival and left halfway through the first movie and Torres went chasing after her."

"Alex is on her service."

"So?"

"I'm going to get him to tell me about her," Lexie stated, like it was the obvious thing in the world.

"Let Callie stew—"

"Stew? Mark, you are so mean!" Lexie opened her mouth, incredulous. "She needs all the help she can get! Especially after Erika—"

"No sex."

"What?"

"No sex for two weeks if you do any snooping on state-named-blonde—"

"Arizona—"

"Whatever, no sex if I hear anything about you going Lexipedia on her."

Lexie shrugged, rolling her eyes, "Fine. Be that way. I won't help Callie. But you're so—"

"Promise."

Callie stood in front of the board. The board. The board that ruled everyone's lives and often wrecked their plans, if they had plans outside of the hospital. But right now, the board was Callie's savior. She quickly hunted for "Robbins, A" but had no success. She pursed her lips, lost in her own world of wondering how to run into Arizona. She watched a nurse approach the board with a clipboard and begin to pen down a procedure.

14:45
15:45

Please be a peds case…Callie immediately felt guilty for thinking that.

Whitfield, G

Well that's helpful…

4Y

YES! Callie tried really hard not to do a victory fist pump. Instead she grinned, checked her watch, 2:20 pm. She decided against going back to the cafeteria and headed to the attending's lounge for her medical journal before being paged for a consult. She groaned: The Pit. She turned on her heel and took the elevator down to the ER.

"Kepner! What's going on?" Callie approached her intern on her service.

"Um-"

"Never start a sentence with 'Um," Callie took the clipboard from her, glancing at the patient on the bed. Seeing it to be a teenage boy on his stomach, arms propped up on a pillow, she smiled at him before turning her attention back to Kepner. "Try again."

"Alex Baker, age 16, fell off his roof-"

"I was cleaning the gutter as a surprise for my mother!" Alex caught Callie's raised eyebrows. "Honest. I was just stupid and missed a step."

"...and-"

"I have CIP," Alex looked at Callie. "I think I broke my tailbone, but I have no idea. I might have broken something else, who knows."

"Page Neuro and take him up to Radiology, STAT. And then page Peds," Callie ordered Kepner. Glancing back down at her watch, her heart sank, realizing that she'd miss Arizona's surgery by the time the patient had been admitted and examined.

But her heart fluttered, suddenly realizing that she might be working a case with Arizona Robbins.

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