FIX YOU

A/N: Sorry for the delay in posting, tempus fugit Not sure how I feel about this one. I'll let you judge. See you on the flip side!

Did a super quick proof-read so sorry if anything is especially weird/there are any terrible typos etc. Please forgive me?

Disclaimer: It usually goes here, right?

Chapter Four: Mixing Work and Pleasure

Callie knew she probably looked like slightly crazy right now, but she just could help it. The grin that had been plastered on her face since Arizona had drawn that immaculate picture of her, a photo that was now framed and placed next to her bed, had been a permanent feature on Callie's lips. Even the opening of the heavens on the one day she forgot to bring her unbrella couldn't dim the megawatt smile – and anyone who knows LA rain knows that when it rains, it pours. So she probably looked like crazy – walking around the store with dripping wet hair, her converse squeaking merrily with each step she took as the Latina guided the cart expertly up and down aisle after aisle, Callie's mind anywhere but focused on grocery shopping.

She'd actually kind of shocked herself, the Latina. She was never usually the one to make the first move, to initiate any form of relationship that would go beyond the platonic, but with Arizona… Everything felt different. Besides, looking back at her track record, it probably wasn't a bad thing that she'd broken the mould. Or had she..? Arizona had been the one to call her beautiful first…

Shaking the thoughts out of her head, Callie attempted to direct her attention to the grocery list pinned to her cart. She needed to focus if she was going to get the ingredients she needed to make sure that the semi-surprise she had in store for the blonde haired angel, whom she could keep out of her head, was perfect and spectacular and almost as amazing as the woman it was intended for, and that meant Callie had her work cut out for her. To most people, it probably didn't seem like that big a deal… But Callie never made the first move… She'd said – in passing – that maybe Arizona should join her for dinner one night, seeing as she was probably going to be spending a lot of time at her house as it was. It was only proper, after all, and her parents hadn't raised her to forget all those etiquette lessons that she had been force fed since she was nine, oh, indeed not. It was just happy luck that it also meant that Callie got to spend time with the one person she couldn't get out of her mind.

Cinnamon. She needed cinnamon.

Callie had already decided that she liked this small independent market type food store just a twenty minute walk from her house. It was the closest place her GPS had found the first night she'd gotten into her new house, and with bare cupboards and an empty belly, Callie had almost sprinted the mile to he store in her hunger, and had been pleasantly surprised at what she had found. The shelves were well stacked, with a wide variety of different brands, some foreign goods that you couldn't get easily in the United States, specialist items for all of your cake baking needs and fresh fruit and vegetables that smelled almost as good as they tasted. In another life, strange as it may seem, Callie was pretty certain that she had been a greengrocer.

Plucking a small packet off of one of the many shelves, Callie gazed down at her shopping list, mentally checking off, one by one, the items she already had gathered into her cart.

Chicken. Check.

Capers. Check.

Cinnamon. Definitely check.

Flour…

Swinging her cart around the corner of the next aisle, Callie stopped abruptly on her heels, the feel of her cart hitting a semi-soft obstacle making her cringe.

"Oh my God!" Callie exclaimed, rushing around her now abandoned shopping cart to apologise to the human pin cushion she had just impaled. This was another reason she really needed to pay attention. "Are you okay?"

Not being able to see the face of her victim, Callie was unsure as to their reaction. Would they be angry? Would they simply shrug it off? Would they mow her down with their own cart in an act of glorious vengeance in front of all the patrons of the store, crying 'revenge is a dish best served cold bitch!'? Callie wasn't sure. All that she knew was that the person was extremely tall, and muscular. From behind, Callie could tell that this person took care of their body, and their arms… His arms, because no woman, no matter how muscular, could ever hope to have arms as buff as these. To top it off was a messy mop of blonde hair that instantly reminded the Latina of Arizona, that now familiar feeling rising in her stomach at the very thought of the blonde woman's name. In fact, Callie would say that if she wasn't completely hung up on a woman that she'd only met a matter of days ago, she would undoubtedly be drooling right at this very moment.

"Don't worry about it!" Her victim's cheery voice chuckled as he turned to face her. "I've had much worse. I can assure you."

Blowing out a sigh of relief at the fact that she seemingly wasn't about to meet a very graphic and sadistic Quentin Tarantino style end, the smile that was forming on her lips quickly fell into a look of complete awe at what she saw.

Could it be?

"Are you okay..?" The man asked, a slither of amusement audible within his voice, matching the look on his face.

Callie couldn't believe it. He… This man… Looked exactly like the woman that had been the main character in all of her dreams since she'd met her. And it wasn't just a faint hint of Arizona, no. It was the whole kit and caboodle. The first thing Callie had noticed was the eyes. As blue as the ocean whose waves lulled her to sleep at night, Callie couldn't help but stare into them, the face of this mystery man morphing into the delicate features of her carpenter.

"Yeah… Sorry…" Callie mumbled, the blush on her cheeks deepening as she realised just how long she must have been stood staring at this complete stranger for. "You just… Reminded me of someone I know."

"Oh really..?" The exact same amused tone replied, the dimpled smile that followed it almost dropping Callie to her knees. "Good looking I hope."

"Extremely." Callie answered in a heartbeat. There was never any question about that subject.

"Well…" The familiar stranger smiled, offering his hand in greeting, "Thank you, I guess. My name's Tim by the way."

Taking the proffered hand, Callie returned the smile.

"Callie. Callie Torres. It's nice to meet you."

"Wait…" Tim answered, the smile on his face turning into a knowing smirk at the sound of the Latina's name. "Callie Torres… Who bought the house on the beach?"

"Yeah… How'd you know?" Callie enquired, trying to rack through her brain if she had met this person before, but had somehow forgotten. Sure, she wasn't the best person at remembering faces straight off, but she was pretty certain she had never met this man before. He hadn't seemed as though he recognised her earlier either... That was, at least, until she had told him her name.

"You know my sister." Tim stated simply, the ever present smile still gracing his face, a sparkle in his blue eyes.

"Your sister…"

The pieces of the puzzle finally fell into place in Callie's mind. How had she not figured it out earlier? He looked EXACTLY like her. She'd been awe struck by the similarities, but hadn't put it together until now – until Tim had pointed out what was staring her straight in the face.

Her mind was obviously in other places.

"Yeah! Arizona Robbins." Tim continued excitedly, "She can't stop talking about you. It's Callie this, Callie that…"

"Really..?" The Latina blushed self-consciously. She couldn't stop thinking or talking about Arizona either, but to know that Arizona was doing the same thing, about her… The shy smile that appeared on her plump lips was all the answer that anyone could ever need.

"Really." Arizona's male doppelganger confirmed. "So… You like my sister?"

"Yeah." Callie replied breathily, just thinking about the woman made her head go fuzzy, a warmth rising in the pit of her stomach.

"Wait…" Tim slowed, his eyebrows scrunching in the exact same way the Latina had seen Arizona's do countless times whilst she was thinking over a problem – usually something to do with plumbing or retaining walls or something of the sort. "Oh Jesus! I reminded you of her didn't I? I reminded you of a girl. Way to go Tim."

Laughing at the man's antics as she pushed her cart down the aisle, Callie called back to her new acquaintance.

"It was nice to meet you Tim."

"You too." Tim shouted towards the retreating form of the Latina, admiring the sway of her hips and finally understanding just what had his sister so quickly smitten with this woman. "Uh, Callie..."

Turning her body around, Callie nodded lightly in response, stopping her feet to stay in hearing range of her new friend.

"Yes..?"

"Don't let her push you away." Tim replied quietly. His sister was a pro at pushing people she liked away just when things were getting serious because she was afraid. Because she was ill, because she didn't know where her life was heading and simply just because she was scared. Frankly, Tim was tired of it. It was about time that his sister allowed herself some happiness, and he was going to be damned if he was going to just sit by, once again, and watch Arizona sabotage herself once again. "She has her reasons, but don't let her, because at the end of it all, all of those reasons count for nothing if you love someone."

Love someone..? Callie had only just met this woman, and her brother – a person whom she had literally just met – was telling her to not let his sister push her away if she loved her…

"I won't…" Callie whispered. "I won't."

"Hello..?" Arizona called, pushing the door open when no reply came from the multiple knocks she had administered to the hardwood door she had installed only a couple of days before. "Callie?"

Walking further into the house, all the while looking out for the woman she so desperately craved to see, a delightful smell suddenly hit Arizona's nose, her mouth salivating instantly at the aroma. Moaning involuntarily, Arizona's feet led her on autopilot towards the origin of the sweet scent, the portion of her brain that was still functioning hoping that the journey also bought her to the Latina, as well as the source of the enticing food.

"Callie..?" Arizona called once again, her feet still beyond her control. Taking the time to look at the house in all its grand glory once again, Arizona couldn't help but feel as in awe of the place as she had when she had first stepped foot in it. Sure, her eyes had been within these walls nearly 24/7 since the first step she had taken across the threshold, but that was always looking at the minutia. The little things, the small niggles that you don't necessarily notice until they're not there anymore – until you realise how, once those little niggles are fixed, much more beauty can be found in a space once they are removed, destroyed, obliterated. Not that every niggle was necessarily bad. Some niggles add character, they tell a story. The lines on the doorframe spell out the childhood of a young girl who grew up in this house. The scratches on the ceiling evidence of a Christmas tree that was much too ambitious for the headspace, but was bought in nether-the-less. The stories of family and of love that Arizona remembered from her own childhood, just in a different place and at a different time, were reflected back at her in the very fibre of this house, its very essence.

"Arizona?" The lush voice of the Latina caressed Arizona's ear, bringing her out of her reverie and back to the present day. "Is that you?"

"Callie!" The blonde repeated, her feet hastening towards the sound – which just so happened to be, as she had suspected, in the same direction as the delectable fragrance. "Where are you?"

"In the kitchen!" Upon reflection, Arizona had to admit, that was probably one of the more silly questions she had ever asked. It wouldn't have really taken a brain surgeon to work that one out, now would it?

"Oh my God, Callie!" Arizona moaned, the full force of the sweet aroma finally hitting the blonde from the food that Callie was currently preparing. "This smells like it is better than orgasms."

"Woah…" Callie chuckled, looking up from her cooking ministrations to take in the sight of the blonde. What she found there momentarily took her breath away. Used to seeing Arizona in her work clothes, jeans, a simple white tank top and timberlands was hot enough as it was, but Arizona in that dress… Arizona's mouth had been salivating at the anticipation of Callie's cooking, but Callie's mouth was salivating at something completely different. And much less innocent. "It must smell pretty good."

"Mmmhmmm…" Arizona hummed, closing her eyes as she inhaled deeply. So she liked to eat. Sue her. "You look gorgeous."

Callie blushed at the compliment, although she couldn't believe for one second that she looked quite as good as the blonde did. The Latina had decided that, even though it was probably a bit nerdy of her, she was going to go all out tonight – the whole hog, per se – and dredge up the ever faithful and eternally sexy little black dress. The hem hit her leg at mid-thigh, revealing the soft caramel flesh usually hidden beneath, mirrored by the singular shoulder strap, holding her dress just above her ample bosom, yet still managing to tease at the delights hidden below.

"Thank you." Callie whispered in response, unable to stop the blush that was now rapidly filling her cheeks. There was just something about the way Arizona was looking at her, a predator to their prey, a darkening in her cerulean eyes that had Callie throbbing. "So do you."

"What? This old thing?" Waving off Callie's words with comedic nonchalance, Arizona smiled genuinely, the dimples popping delicately at her cheeks.

Arizona couldn't remember a time when she had been so completely taken by a woman before. They had done nothing. They hadn't really talked even, yet there was something about her. It's like there was a drug in the air when the Latina was around her, like she was getting high from the very sight, the very scent of Callie and Arizona couldn't get enough. In the short time that she had known Callie, Arizona had become unequivocally addicted.

"What have you got cooking?" Arizona asked, breaking the spell of silence and unhidden glances that had fallen between the two. "It smells almost as delicious as you look."

At a loss for words, a shy smile growing on her lips, it took Callie a good few seconds before she could respond.

"Umm…" The Latina stumbled, "Pasta Puttanesca. It's nothing fancy, I didn't know what you would want so I went for something simple and…." Cutting herself off mid ramble, all Callie could do was to laugh lightly, her hand sweeping away the imaginary sweat that felt as though it was pouring from her forehead. "It's the dessert that's the best part."

"Pasta Puttanesca sounds delicious, Calliope."

"How'd you…"

"Know that your name was Calliope?" Arizona finished, Callie simply nodding in reply. The Latina wasn't usually one to let people call her by her full name. She'd had enough of a hard time with it all the way through school to bring it with her into the real world. "I saw it on some of the mail you left on the coffee table the other day. I hope you don't mind me using it; it's just that it is such a beautiful name. It fits you so perfectly."

"Yeah, well, that's not what people at high school seemed to think." Callie scoffed, returning her attention to the saucepan in front of her.

"Arizona wasn't the easiest either." The blonde chuckled. "If it taught me one thing in life, it was to take no crap. Plus, I guess being the daughter of a marine and being taught how to punch, and punch hard so you only have to punch once was a bonus. Not that my mother really agreed with all that, but I could tell that, even though he had to be stern in front of my Mom, my Dad was secretly proud."

"Your father was a marine?" Callie asked inquisitively, her eyebrows raised a mixture of shock and respect.

"Born and bred." Arizona replied. She would talk about her Dad until the cows came home if she could. He was her idol, the person she aspired to be like growing up, and it wasn't just a little due to the fact that he was a marine. Ever since she was young, Arizona had been obsessed with the military. She'd been pretty much set to join until the cancer set in… "His father was a marine too."

"Wow…" Callie gulped, her attention returning to the food she was currently serving onto two of her favourite china bowls from the crockery set that her grandmother had left her when she passed.

"What?" Arizona smiled, tilting her head in amusement at the Latina's reaction.

"Well… He probably knows at least 100 ways to kill me, and you are his daughter so…"

"Calliope! My Dad would never!" Arizona laughed, clutching her sides as she began to shake before returning to a posture of deathly seriousness. "Actually, there was this one time…"

"Oh Jesus!" Callie cried, suddenly extremely anxious. Sure, she hadn't actually done anything with Arizona yet, and this was, in some ways, hard pressed to be called a real date, but the things she had already done with this woman in her head… Definitely anything but innocent.

"I'm joking, Calliope." Arizona comforted, rubbing her hand gently along the Latina's arm – enjoying the warmth her fingers found in the caramel skin. "I know straight up that the moment any member of my family meets you, they will be instantly smitten. Here, let me take that."

Gently taking the proffered steaming bowls from the Latina's strong hands, careful not to burn herself on the molten contents inside, Arizona carefully made her way slowly but surely to the rickety old dining table.

"I should have fixed this earlier." Arizona chuckled as the table wobbled slightly from the newly added weight of the food.

"You," Callie replied as she came to join the blonde at the table, pulling the chair out for her guest and gesturing her to have a seat on a brand new (definitely not broken) chair. "Have been doing much more important things, for which I am eternally grateful. Your work is beautifully crafted."

"It's just my job, Calliope." Arizona blushed once again. She was never one to get embarrassed by her work – she was proud of it. She was good at what she did and she didn't mind that other people knew it – in fact, it was one of the main way that she got work. When Callie told her what so many others, however… It made her feel humble, feel warm inside like being sat next to the fire on a snowy winters day, fingers clasped around a warm mug of hot chocolate.

"Now. Wine?" Callie enquired, a bottle of red and white wine presented in either hand, accompanied by a playful bobbing of the head.

"Umm…" Arizona blushed, suddenly feeling very aware of herself. Her doctor had told her it was probably fine to have a drink every now and then – they'd even gone so far as to say that it may even help with appetite if she ever lost it due to the chemo. Not that that was a problem at all at the moment. "I think I'll pass if that's okay. I'm driving anyway, so…"

"Oh. Yeah, sure! I should have thought of that earlier. Definitely no drinking and driving going to be going on here." "Lemme just see if I have anything else…"

Watching as Callie made her way quickly back into the kitchen, Arizona admired the view. Sucking in a deep breath the blonde's mouth once again began salivating, her body once again aware of the tantalising meal that had been prepared for her now that the Latina was out of sight.

Callie rummaging around kitchen. Arizona taking in the scent of the food, once again salivating /still salivating!

"Yeah… So this was just too good to pass up." Callie appeared at the doorway after a sequence of bangs and clinking of glasses, holding nothing else but a can of Arizona Iced Tea. "Sorry."

"Original, Calliope. Real original." Arizona smirked as she held her hand out in gratitude for the can of liquid heave.. "I love this stuff! They named it after me, you know."

"Oh really..?"Callie smiled as she sat herself down at the table once again, never taking her eyes off her companion. "Do pray tell."

"Well… It's a long story…"

"The food was delicious, Calliope." Arizona repeated. Their meal had finished a good two hours ago, the two women having retreated to the comfort of the sofa where they had just talked. Arizona knew it sounded corny, but really they'd just talked. Everything that the Latina said was fascinating, Calliope seemed to have a unique outlook on life and by the way she spoke, it was obvious to Arizona that this woman was extremely smart.

"Thank you Arizona, but really, it wasn't anything special…" Callie attempted once again to play down, and once again, Arizona was having none of it.

"Don't tell my mother this but…" Arizona lowered her tone into a conspiratorial whisper, leaning in towards Callie. "I think you've outdone her."

"Arizona!" Callie chuckled, enjoying the close proximity of the blonde, her mind turning down the inevitable track whenever she was with the woman.

"I mean it." Arizona responded in kind, enjoying the way Callie's laugh travelled through her whole body – the rise and fall of her breast a mouth-watering sight. "25 years of being fed and you've beaten her with one meal."

"Now I feel bad." Callie answered, the laughter slowly dying on her breath.

"You shouldn't. You're amazing. You know, you should be a chef or something. I would be in your restaurant every single day. Scratch that. I be in there frickin' 24/7!"

"Well I did want to be a chef when I was younger…" Callie admitted shyly.

"So… Why didn't you?" Arizona let the question hang in the air, Callie seemingly looking for the appropriate reply.

"My parents…" The Latina stated simply as she placed her empty coffee mug back on the table. "It really wasn't, I dunno… High powered enough for them."

"Oh…" Arizona scrunched her face up in confusion. Her parents had never been bothered about whether her job was 'high-powered' enough or not. The idea that people actually thought like that in real life and not just in the movies was something new to the blonde.

"My family… They're all in business, you know, they're all about making money. It's profit margins this, and tax deductions this. They're good at it; it just all becomes a bit tedious sometimes."

"Yeah… Arizona replied dryly. She couldn't ever imagine thinking like that. Sure, she ran a business, but she did it mainly because she liked it, and she could scrape a good enough living from it. Besides, she'd read a study somewhere that quantified that money didn't necessarily equal happiness, and that's all she really wanted – happiness. Especially when she wasn't sure how long she was going to be here for. "So… I know it's probably a bit late to be asking this, but what do you do? I mean, you told me at dinner you weren't a chef, and then you say that your family wanted you to be 'high powered'…"

"I'm actually a surgeon." Callie smiled, feeling once again as though the whole world was watching her, the pink blush returning to her cheeks as she swirled the remainder of the coffee that had been made over an hour ago around in her mug. "Orthopedics."

"No shit." Arizona asked incredulously, almost spitting her coffee, which had by this point gone cold, all over the beautiful woman in front of her. "That is pretty awesome. You going to practice here?"

"Actually, yeah. I landed a residency spot at Ronald Reagan UCLA Medical Center. My first day is tomorrow."

"Oh wow! Calliope! That's amazing!"

Before she knows it, Arizona had Callie enclosed in a tight hug, the intoxicating smell of the blonde invading her senses like a virus invades a body. Arizona must have felt it too, as before Callie could think another word, hot, wet lips attached to her own, a soft tongue exploring every crevice of her mouth.

Acting on impulse, Callie couldn't help herself when she pulled on the blonde's hips, thrusting them bodily into her own pelvis, needing to feel the heat of the other woman's body next to hers, the pressure of her throbbing clit becoming almost too much.

Arizona moaned into Callie's mouth, the vibrations of the guttural sound penetrating the Latina's body down to her core, only stoking the growing fire in her groin, causing Callie to respond in kind. Taking one of the hands that was employed cupping the Latina's face, Arizona began gently kneading Callie's breast through the fabric of her low cut dress – the cleavage on the article almost killing her – Arizona felt the Latina respond almost instantly, her nipple becoming hard and erect under her ministrations, Callie's hips gyrating rhythmically beneath the carpenter.

Breaking the kiss before she has the willpower to stop it from becoming anything more, Arizona disengaged her lips, placing her forehead gently against Callie's, their heavy breathing mingling in the small space between them.

"I had a wonderful night, Calliope." Arizona whispered, the capacity for anything more vocally taxing eluding the blonde, her mind more focused on other, much less innocent, topics. "But I'd better go… Don't want to make you late for your first day."

"I had a great night too..." Callie replied in kind, sighing gently at bodily contact as Arizona moved to stand, of the empty feeling left in her mouth at the absence of the blonde's tongue.

"I'll see you tomorrow..."

With a quick peck on the cheek, and like a whirlwind, the carpenter left Callie sitting on her sofa, her mouth agape and her brain fuzzy as she tried to make heads or tails of what just happened. She knows that she shouldn't be feeling like this just from a kiss (okay, so a little bit more than a kiss), but goddammit, if it wasn't one of the best she's ever had. The taste of the blonde still on her lips made the Latina moan in a mixture of pleasure and want - needing to taste her, to feel her again next to her. Callie wasn't sure what exactly it was about that woman, but… All she knew was that she couldn't think straight when the woman was half a city away, let alone in her house, and the ache in her stomach that was a perpetual presence whenever Callie thought or saw the blonde wasn't something that could be easily ignored.

Forgetting about the dirty dishes and the mess in the kitchen, Callie decided to run herself a bath, ease the muscles that so very longed to be strained, to be pleasured to feel the warmth of another person loving them.

"Jesus…" Callie moaned, for what must have been the hundredth time this week as she slipped the strap off her shoulder, letting the fabric of her dress pool at her feet and revealing tantalisingly pert breasts, soft brown nipples now erect from the slightest of touches from Arizona. "I'm so fucking screwed."

Arizona threw herself into the driver's seat of her van. She can't get that woman out of her head, she's intoxicated even though she hasn't had a drop to drink all evening.

What was it about the Latina that made every nerve ending in Arizona's body tingle? It's like… Living your whole life thinking you can see perfectly, then one day going to the optician and they tell you that you need glasses. They're wrong, you say – you can see perfectly, but when you put on those glasses… The awe of the world, the leaves falling from the trees in winter, each singular feather on that fat little robin… It's magic and you could never have imagined could exist, its beauty is unparalleled, mesmerising, brings tears to your eyes it moves you so much.

"Fuck…" Arizona breathed, banging her head into the head-rest behind her, her eyes closed as she fumbled around with the key for the ignition. "I'm so screwed."

A/N 2: I think I may have stolen that whole glasses thing from Erica. Eww… It's definitely much cuter on Arizona ;) Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Hopefully you can forgive me my tardiness!