"Dr. Robbins—"
Arizona looked up from the operating table. She saw a nurse hold up a pager.
"—it's yours."
"Is it a nine-one-one?" Arizona followed Alex's sutures with a gloved finger, checking their stability. She looked up at Alex, smiling and nodding her approval.
"It's Dr. Sheppard."
"Alex, good job. Now you are closing up while I scrub out and see what Dr. Sheppard wants."
Callie couldn't decide if wanting to cry was overdramatic, or acceptable. Alex Baker, her path of least resistance to getting to know Arizona, had ended. Despite falling twenty feet from a roof, he had only suffered a sprained tailbone and a broken finger. There would be no surgery sharing with the blonde. "Kepner!" Callie spotted her walking out of a bathroom.
April jumped, "Yes, Dr. Torres?"
"Do you happen to know who's on Dr. Robbins' service?"
"Alex…I think."
"Kepner, you don't think. You know…" Callie caught sight of Lexie scurrying towards the nurse's station. "Hey! Little Grey!"
Lexie felt her heart drop and her face begin to flush, "H-h-hi!" She stammered, averting Callie's eyes."
"Ohhh…you know what I'm going to ask!" Callie's eyes grew as she gasped excitedly. "You know something!"
"I don't know what you're talking about…I've…got patients—" Lexie tried to dart around Callie to the file cart.
"Mark—Mark told you no talking. Right?" Callie began to put the situation together. "Little Grey! Nod your head, or blink, or something."
Lexie blinked.
"But you're Lexipedia, so you know things."
Lexie nodded, biting her thumbnail, eyes on the floor.
"Start talking. Right now."
"Mark threatened me with no sex for—"
"Sloan can't go two days without sex," Callie snapped, growing impatient, "Tell me what you know about Dr. Robbins!"
After realizing she'd have to coax information out of Little Grey using peanut butter cups, Callie made a quick note on her phone to buy some on her way home.
"You know, you can just go talk to her."
"No I can't, Mark…" Callie lay on the attending's lounge couch, her surgical journal over her head.
"I expected better, Torres."
"The reformed walking love stick does not get to judge."
"You are wound way too tight," Mark checked his watch. "Look, we're off in about twenty, so how about we go to Joe's?"
"No!" Callie snapped. "I just want to go home and die."
"What is the matter with you?"
Callie felt the journal whip off her face. Opening her eyes and sitting up, she saw Lexie standing over her, arms akimbo, Callie's periodical clutched in her hand. Lexie very rarely blew up, but when she did, Callie knew it was best to be far, far, far away. Lexie glared at Callie before starting her rant:
"I know you've been through two really freakin' bad relationships, and a failed marriage, but you have got to stop feeling sorry for yourself and get back on the horse. You are amazing. You! Are a rockstar! You're better than this! I know George cheated on you and Dr. Hahn left you in the middle of a parking lot and nobody deserves that at all, least of all you. But you being in this 'depressed, scared, stalker mode' is not helping anyone! Kepner thinks you hate her and I'm not a pawn in your and Mark's little game! So you are going to Joe's tonight, and I don't care if I have to haul you in there myself!"
Callie sat, opened mouth, as did Mark, impressed with Lexie's outburst. Lexie flushed slightly and turned to Mark, jabbing a finger in his direction for good measure:
"And you don't get to withhold sex from me because you want to see your best friend 'stew,'" and with that, Lexie threw Callie's journal back at her and stormed from the room.
"Well," Mark jovially checked his watch, "much as I would love to see her drag you into Joe's, I think it'd be best for you to walk there yourself."
"You have no excuse now," Tim drained his beer before placing it on his coaster.
"To not visit you?" Arizona rolled her eyes. "I'm busy saving tiny humans! Isn't that reason enough?"
"Nope!" Rebecca laughed, her eyes twinkling. "I'm going to side with Tim on this one! You have to come visit us! Even if it's for dinner!" She bit into a French fry before nosing Tim affectionately.
Arizona sighed, rolling her eyes once more before sipping her wine. "Are you guys staying the night?"
"I can drive," Tim pointed to his now empty beer. "Only drink for tonight."
"Don't look now," Mark stared over Callie's shoulder closest to the dart board, "but I think I recognize—"
"Oh my god, it's her," Callie quickly reverted her gaze back to Mark. "What do I do?"
"Calm down? Is that an option?" Receiving a headshake, Mark shrugged and went back to staring at the two blonds and the brunette.
"What are they doing?" Callie nervously sipped her wine.
"Eating and laughing like normal people do. If you're gonna stalk someone, couldn't you at least know how to do it?"
"Shut it, Mark."
"They're standing up…Yup…they're heading for the door."
"Mark, don't you do anything stu—"
"Ah! Dr. Robbins!" Mark smiled and shoved his hand into Arizona's and she, Tim, and Rebecca made to pass the bar. Arizona smiled politely but looked incredibly confused while Callie mouthed, "So dead," to Mark.
"Yes, and you are…"
"Mark Sloan, head of Plastics."
Arizona extracted her hand from Mark's grip, "Oh! Right…I heard about you from your colleague Callie—"
"Torres?" Mark grinned, pointing with his glass behind Arizona.
"Calliope!" Arizona smiled widely.
Dear Father who art in Heaven…she has dimples… Callie knew she was done for.
"This is my brother Tim and his girlfriend Rebecca," Arizona quickly made introductions, "Calliope is the one I met at the Kill Bill—"
"Right!" Tim stuck his hand out for Callie to shake, "Thanks for keeping the scaredy cat company." He noticed Rebecca quickly stifle and recover from a yawn and quickly apologized. "I should probably get her home."
"Would you stay and have a drink with us?" Mark ignored Callie's "I-hate-your-guts-so-much" piercing glares and focused on the blonde.
"Well…" Arizona glanced at Callie who turned her attention to her glass. "I'd like that," she smiled once again.
Why does she have dimples?
"Great!" Mark smiled.
"I'll be back in a moment," Arizona motioned to Rebecca and Tim.
After Arizona left, Callie leapt down Mark's throat. "What the hell were you thinking, Mark?"
"I just invited the newest colleague of our hospital to have a drink," Mark pulled the innocent car, "there's nothing wrong with that." He leaned back against the bar, staring at the door, waiting for the perky blonde to make her appearance. "And there she is," he saw her push the bar door back open. "Oh look!" He suddenly looked in the opposite direction. "Derek has started a game."
"Mark, I swear to god, I'm going—"
"Have fun, Torres," Mark slid off his stool and started walking towards the dartboard, leaving Callie facing one Arizona Robbins. Her mouth went dry, and her brain began to ramble as the blonde sat down on Mark's stool right next to her.
I think Callie has suffered enough...maybe...