A/N: Thank you yet again for such a wonderful response! :) ... I had the intention of making this chapter a long one but it's almost 3am and I'm tired so it didn't quite work out that way! Someone asked if I could speed up the plot so I would like to apologise if you guys think the plot is moving too slowly! I had hoped to move it along in this chapter, but as I said, exhaustion overtook so instead I've used this chapter to introduce a few more familiar faces. I'll try get another chapter up tomorrow!

Arizona's POV

Crap.

I had become so consumed by the stunning figure in front of me that I had allowed time to escape me.

"Callie, I'm so sorry, I have to go."

Her warm hand grabbed my wrist as I attempted to exit the booth, willing me to face her. I tried to avoid meeting her alluring brown eye, afraid that one more look and I would be unable to leave. This proved unsuccessful, I couldn't resist taking one more glance. Breathtaking. This word seemed to come to mind a lot around this woman, however, it didn't do her justice, she was magnificent. Those stunning eyes filled with a mixture of hurt and confusion.

"Arizona, what's wro- … did I do something?" The rejected look on her face physically pained me. I reached my hand to her face, gently stroking her cheek in an attempt at reassurance.

"No, Calliope. No. It's just… I have somewhere I'm supposed to be. I'm sorry." Her face softened in acceptance but disappointment still lingered there.

"I understand." She smiled politely at me.

"Maybe… we could, do this again? Sometime?" I subconsciously held my breath in anticipation.

A more genuine smile spread across her features "Yeah. I'd like that."

There was a quick exchange of number and a swift exit on my part, I flagged down a cab to make up time, the only thought running through my mind, Calliope.

Callie's POV

And just like that, she was gone, leaving me only with my thoughts. What had that message said? One minute she's all over me, the next she can't get away fast enough. I swear that girl's bipolar! I couldn't understand what had gotten into me, why I cared so much about the actions of this mysterious female. Maybe she could sense my lack of experience?

I picked my phone up off the table, contemplating whether or not it was too soon to text her. Were the rules different with girls? Who should contact who first? No. It was definitely too early. She'd think I was some over eager, lesbian virgin. No. I'd wait. Or … maybe I could just text her and make sure she made it to wherever she was going ok? Surely that was acceptable? It would simply be a friendly gesture. We could be friends.

I opened my phone only to find the text I had earlier ignored had been accompanied by a second one.

The first was obviously a reply to the text I had been brave enough to send before getting on the plane.

Henry:

What do u mean you're coming to New York? Fuck Callie, I told you we'd talk when I was back in town!

The second was not quite so harsh. He had probably felt somewhat bad when I had not responded.

Henry:

Cal, I'm sorry about that text earlier. U surprised me is all. I didn't mean to be such an ass! Maybe we can meet and talk? X

I sighed heavily. My mind was all mushed in an Arizona haze but this was the reason I had come here so I text back a flimsy yes and received a reply almost instantly.

Henry:

Tomorrow? Coffee shop by central park? U know the one. X

I looked at the time. It was late. Dialling the only New York number I knew by heart, I smiled when there was an answer after the second dial tone.

"Callie?" Her voice was quizzical, surprised. I hadn't visited in over two years.

"Hey Addison." I smiled at the sound of her voice. "Can I stay with you?"

I knocked once on the black wooden door marked 21 before being blown back into a death grip hug. It took a few minutes for my mind to catch up and register the owner of said hug.

"Torres. How ya been?" Mark greeted warmly, pulling me inside the large apartment. "Addison! She's here." He called loudly, echoing to the high ceiling.

Addison, in all her stunning glory emerged from the kitchen carrying a bottle of red wine and three glasses, her lips curved into a fond smile.

I smiled warmly back at her. It was nice seeing these two again. They were, after all, two of my closest friends, but time and life had kept us separated for far too long. I stood for a moment, taking in my surroundings, I hadn't seen this place since she first moved in, back then the furnishings consisted of a beanbag chair and small coffee table, now it was filled with lavish, expensive looking décor. Addison had done well for herself.

"Nice place." I complimented.

She placed the wine and glasses onto the extravagant coffee table in the middle of the room.

"Thanks." She replied, turning to face me, eyeing me up. "No luggage?"

"They lost it."

"Then let's drink." Mark chimed in cheerily, not wanting to waste time on unnecessary small talk, I loved that about him, always straight to business.

"So, what are you doing here?" Addison eventually questioned while pouring her third glass of wine. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed the company of these two, just being around them made my life seem less heavy.

I thought for a moment, choosing my response wisely, not wanting to indulge too much. It was slightly out of character for me to travel across the country for a guy who may or may not want me. I knew I came across strong and independent, and I am, but I was a fool for love, that I was sure. I took a large gulp of my drink using it to bide my time while I thought of a plausible excuse.

"I just… missed you guys. Had some spare time, thought I'd surprise you with a visit."

They both nodded their heads simultaneously in apparent acceptance. I wasn't entirely sure if they believed me or not, but they dropped the matter and that was good enough for me.

The rest of the evening carried on in an easy tone, playful banter, catching up, general life discussions. Mark coyly informed me of his new woman, Lexie, who he'd met at the hospital. Mark was a doctor and a damn good one, but he was also a whore and that provided him with a bad reputation so I was happy to discover they had been together for a few months now, he was getting his shit together and that was always good to hear. Addison, being ever busy, remained single, although, she did delight us with details about her hot and steamy affair with one of her clients. He sounded like a bit of an ass to me, but hey, each to their own.

We descended to bed as the first signs of Sunday morning crept through the apartment, throwing a blanket over Mark who slept soundly on the couch, Addison led the way to her the spare room and providing me with an oversized t-shirt to sleep in.

"Guess we'll have to go shopping tomorrow…" She stated, leaning against the door frame.

I smiled at her, silently acknowledging the one million things we'd rather do with our Sunday afternoon.

"So, who is he then?" I froze in the middle of pulling back the black duvet.

"Who's who?" I asked, trying to act confused but all the while knowing I could never fool Addison, she was oddly perceptive where I was concerned, often noticing things about me before I had even noticed them.

I sighed heavily.

"His name's Henry. I met him at a physic banquet in LA. We were seeing each other… or, at least, I though we were. We never really confirmed it. He spent most of his time commuting between California and New York and I tried not to allow myself become carried away but then he said- … He told me he loved me." I paused to take in a deep, shaky breath. "But then he left. I loved him. Love."

Addison nodded in understanding. "Ok." She smiled, satisfied with my honesty, she switched off the light and headed for her own room.

"Addison?" She stopped in her track, turning to face in my direction again. "Thanks."

She smiled pleasantly ,

"No problem"

I nestled into the blankets, feeling a little of the burdening weight shit, allowing myself to drift into a peaceful, carefree slumber.

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