Chapter 5

"W-what?" Callie studdered, picking her head up off of Tim's broad shoulder.

"Cal," Tim peered the Latina, falling into chocolate orbs that flooded with concern and shock, "don't play dumb."

"What?" she repeated, this time with a hint of defense. She fiddled with her fingers.

"I...I heard you guys, Cal," he confessed, fighting back a fit of laughter.

Callie chuckled, which set both of them into loud, bellowed giggles, "what did you hear?"

"ay dios mio!" Tim mimicked, recalling what he heard the other night, "duro! duro!"

"oh my god!" Callie exclaimed in embarrassment, covering her face with her hands.

Tim put a firm, guiding hand on the brunette's shoulder, "seriously, Cal. She's my sister and I promised my mother I would always protect her. Just don't hurt her. I'll have to hurt you," he explained, only half joking.

Callie smiled generously, "I would never hurt her, Tim."

A long silence filled the air once again. "She doesn't know me yet. I know so much about her already and she knows nothing. I hope she likes me."

"She's gonna love you. I sure as hell do," Timmy reassured his friend, shaking her by the shoulder.

Callie sighed, unsure of herself. Arizona was beautiful, successful, and definitely a dream for any girl. Did she even stand a chance with the blonde? She wasn't sure.

Between surgeries that evening, Arizona decided to shovel up the courage to call Callie. When she pulled her phone out, she realised she didn't even have her number. Instead, she called her brother.

"Hey, sis," Timmy said from the other end. The title caught Callie's attention from the other side of the table, as the two were enjoying a pleasant late night snack.

"Hey, is Callie still awake?" the blonde asked nervously.

"Yup, she's right here!" Tim said enthusiastically, making eye contact with Callie from across the room. Callie instantly flew from her seat, silently begging for Tim to hand the phone over.

"Can i speak to her?" Arizona queried. She could hear quiet whispers being exchanged but she couldn't listen hard enough to understand them.

"Yup, hang on a second," Arizona could hear her brother's foot steps and knew that he was probably running, but after she heard a second set and few screams, she realised he was taunting the Latina. He knew.

"TIMOTHY, GIVE HER THE GODDAMM PH-"

"Hey," Callie said casually. She was shoving her best friend's face into a mattress and pinning him to the bed with her weight. Arizona could hear his moans for help.

The blonde giggled, slipping into a scrub room as to prepare for surgery just after her quick call, "Hey. I can't talk long. I'm about to go into surgery, but do you think you'd like to go out for drinks with me and my friends tomorrow? We'll be able to have that chat."

Callie smiled, "I'd love to."

"Great. I'll pick you up around six?" Arizona requested.

"Sounds good. I'll be here. Good luck in surgury, Arizona," Callie replied, still straddling the soldier's back. Even those combat skills in training camp couldn't help Tim in this situation. Callie's silk sheets caused him to slip and slide any time he tried to move. Soon, he caved, his body going limp with defeat.

"Thank you," Arizona sincerely articulated, "have a great night. Try not to kill my brother, okay?"

The Latina cackled, "No promises."

The following evening, Arizona stood in front of the full-length mirror on the back of her bathroom door and examined the final touches she had just added to her outfit. Her torso was dressed in a printed blouse that clouded in the front but had a slit right down the spine of it. She paired the neutral-toned top with a pair of light wash skinny capris and a set of heels that emphasized the length of her legs. She couldn't underplay herself, she looked pretty damn good.

After snatching up her purse, her keys, and making sure that she wasn't too early or too late, she carefully woddled down the steps and towards her car. She soon began her journey towards Callie's home. She'd obtained the address from Callie after a few rounds of text messages that were exchanged that afternoon.

Arizona couldn't be more excited. She hadn't told Teddy about her plus one just yet. She wanted her to be able to meet her before going into the dirty details.

Arizona pulled up to the giant home's driveway and swallowed hard. Was this the correct address? Did militarians actually make that much money? Maybe she lived with her parents, Arizona thought. She stepped out of her vehicle and strutted towards the steps as if the entire world was watching her. She pressed the door bell and waited. She pressed it again and waited. She carefully took in her surroundings. There were no other cars in the driveway but her own. She rang the doorbell one last time for good measure before storming back towards the car. She pouted when she tossed herself back inside. She almost wanted to cry. She'd never been stood up before. She was starting to feel like she wasn't good enough for a strong woman like Callie. She was as successful as well, not that Arizona wasn't. The pediatic surgeon made enough money to take care of herself and still have some left over, but Callie seemed to be able to buy the whole world if she wanted. She could definitely afford the glitzy things in life that Arizona never cared about. These two women were on completely different wavelengths. Maybe this date wasn't a good idea after all.

Arizona pressed her heated forehead into the steering wheel before her. She was trying her hardest to keep her tears from escaping the ducts when her cell phone rang. She frantically shuffled through her purse in search for the noisy device and when she saw the contact name, she breathed a sigh of relief. At least Callie didn't forget about her completely.

"Hello?" Arizona answered the phone, pressing her hand against her head and squinting her eyes. The stress of the entire situation was giving her a headache.

"Hey. I'm so sorry. Are you at my house? I'm at the hospital with Tim..." she explained.

Arizona's spine straighten and her adrenaline pumped, "what happened?" she panicked.

"He's okay. We were just wrestling. He wouldn't give me the remote. Long story short, there's some glass in his arm," she replied.

"Soldier versus coffee table!" Arizona could hear her seemingly drugged up baby brother calling in the background, "The table won!"

Callie chuckled, "he's fine. I still want to go out with you. Tim can take care of himself," she spoke to her best friend, watching as a red-headed doctor carefully sutured his arm.

"I'll be right over. The bar is only across the street from there. We can take Tim back to my apartment and go," Arizona recommended. She said her goodbyes and headed back towards her starting point.

Arizona waltzed into the ER and smiled, seeing that beautiful Latina. The woman was way overdressed for their outing this evening, but she didn't care one bit. She wore a tight black dress that hugged those lucious curves in all of the right places. Her caramel thighs poked out from the bottom of it and went on for miles. Her absent black hair hung over her broad shoulders in loose curls.

"Oh, shit," Callie scuffed, sounding embarrassed, "I over-dressed, didn't I?" The Latina always found a reason to pull this dress out. Tonight, though, she didn't need any other reason but the fact that she'd be seeing Arizona. She wanted to look her best. Judging by the slacked jaw and darkening eyes on the blonde, she had her wrapped around her little finger.

"N-No," Arizona stuttered, "You look...stunning." She was completely breathless. She tried her hardest not to kiss the brunette in front of all of her co-workers, "I feel under-dressed now."

Callie cracked a crooked smile when she eyed up her date's appearance. Arizona was much more casual than she was, but she still made Callie's heart do that fluttering thing that always happened whenever the blonde was present.

"You're beautiful, Arizona," The Latina grabbed the fair-skinned woman's hand and it was almost as if the world around them was shattered and quickly swept away. Nothingness surrounded them as they slipped between a curtain with an empty bed occupying it. Callie yanked Arizona flush against her, pulling her in for a passionate kiss. The aromas were overstimulating her senses. The unique smell of the blonde was intoxicating. Her taste made Callie crave the blonde even more. Her touch made the hairs on tan skin stand vertically. It didn't matter that they were in a hospital behind a privacy sheet. They could be anywhere in the world as long as they had each other.

"ROBBINS! GET AWAY FROM MY CLEAN BED," a voice rumbled as a not-so privacy sheet was peeled back, exposing the two kissing ladies to the entire emergency room. Of course today had to be the day that Miranda Bailey was put on ER duty. Now, the blonde would never live this down.

Callie immediately started chuckling. Arizona quickly began kicking at the Latina's shins, begging her to stop.

"What are you gigglin' at?" a fiery Bailey queried, one hand on one hip.

Callie's authority instantly shrunk to pea size, "nuh-nothing. I'm sorry, Doctor."

"That's what I thought," she sassed, "Robbins, why are you in my ER?"

"I...my...brother is here," she replied, making it seem as though something more major than a few stitches had occured, which softened the dark-skinned woman's face.

"Well, get on back to him," she replied, shooing them from the space before bringing in another nurse to sanitize the area once more for safe measure.

"Ready to go?" Arizona asked her brother with flushed cheeks when she stepped behind his curtain again with the brunette.

"I am soooooooo ready," he slowly replied, picking himself off of the bed. The drugs he recieved for the pain were hitting him full force and it sure was a trip to watch.

Callie jumped in front of the blonde and pulled the door of Joe's Bar open, stepping aside to allow her to walk in first. Their hands never disconnected as they clicked their heels towards two ladies in their own little world, seated at a table in the back. The brunette's lips managed to find Teddy's porcelain neck as the blonde giggled with excitement.

Teddy nudged her fiancé to act natural around their new company, but when the only two sets of brown eyes met, disbelief was smeared across their faces.

"Lexie?"