Chapter Three: His Way

Arizona cups both of her hands around Callie's, ignoring the needles and wires that are connected to her skin. She's going to be okay and she's going to marry her. Nothing could be any better than this.

"Callie, someone special came here to see you!" Arizona says excitedly, realizing they're not the only ones there. She stands and looks outside for Olivia.

"So you're booked completely?" Olivia asks into her phone as she paces back and forth.

With his arms crossed, Mark watches her in total amusement.

"Oh, no, I can't afford that tonight. Is that all you have?" She leans against the wall and runs her fingers through her hair, "Alright. Thank you." She ends the call and begins to search for other hotels.

"You know, I have a vacant room for an amazing price of nothing," Mark tells her.

She doesn't respond but he knows she hears him. The smirk on her face gives it away.

"Olivia, come see Callie!" Arizona says in an excited whisper. Olivia puts her phone away, takes one glance at Mark and enters the room.

He immediately follows.

The mood has lightened up since the news about Callie although there is still a heavy feeling of worry for her baby. Yes, they found a heartbeat but that might not be enough.

"Olivia, you," she swallows, "You didn't have to come."

"I wanted to." Olivia takes the open seat next to Callie's bed and takes her hand.

"How long?"

"I don't know yet. It depends where I stay."

"Where are you staying?" Arizona intervenes.

"Uh, I don't know that either," she smiles warmly, "But I'll figure it all out, don't worry."

"You know," comes the only masculine voice in the room.

Olivia closes her eyes with hopes that he doesn't say what she fears the most right now.

"I have a room at my place and I don't know why she won't take it."

Olivia opens her eyes and exhales, not wanting to argue in front of Callie but the urge to disagree with Mark is strong right now.

"Sometimes it's just good to be alone, Mark," Olivia says as calmly as she can.

"Liv," Callie speaks up before the argument can grow, "He's not that bad. Save your money for when we go out," she smiles a bright smile.

Olivia can't say no, "Fine," she sighs. She smiles for Callie but doesn't look back at Mark. She already knows he's smiling like the arrogant jackass he is.

"Hey, who's that?" Lexie asks. She watches Olivia and Mark in Callie's room. She pretends to be more interested in the surprise guest rather than the fact that Mark is rather close to her.

Not that she's jealous or anything.

Jackson's back is turned to the room window. Briefly, he looks over his shoulder and out of the corner of his eye. When he sees who it is, he turns around the rest of the way with a small chuckle.

"Well, would you look at that? Olivia came to visit."

"What? Who's Olivia?" Lexie's voice begins to grow a little impatient and panicked.

"She's a New York police officer and one of Callie's best friends. She came here a few years ago and Mark tried hitting on her. She said she wasn't interested but it wasn't convincing." Jackson turns back around and studied his clipboard.

Lexie doesn't dismiss this.

"What do you mean?" She continues to prod.

"She liked him and I'm pretty sure he was into her. They always fought but he would continue to ask her out for a drink."

"Oh."

Lexie stares a little more. Was this before or after Mark asked her to move in with him? She crosses her arms tightly across her chest and watches Olivia and Mark team up to keep Callie positive. Don't be silly, Lexie. She's just a friend, She reassures herself. She wants to believe it one hundred percent but, somehow, she's having a very hard time doing that.

"See, that wasn't so bad," Mark tells Olivia as they go up to Mark's apartment.

She doesn't say anything at all. A small scoff is the only sound as she adjusts her duffle so that it hangs comfortably on her shoulder.

"I don't see why you were so hesitant to take a free place to stay. Plus it's close to the hospital so you won't be far from Callie."

"Mark," she exhales, "You know exactly why. I just want to make things go smoothly. We can't fight - not again."

They wouldn't be on that level if she just agreed to go out with him.

Mark unlocks his door and lets Olivia in first. She'll admit it - she's impressed. The apartment reflects his wealth to a great advantage and it brings a nice comfort to her.

She stops admiring and looks at him so he can show her where she'll be staying.

He walks toward one of the doors and opens it, exposing her to a large bedroom that looks way too comfortable to be a guest bedroom.

"Mark." She says his name like a stern parent, getting ready to expose a little kid for lying, "Is this your room?" She asks, irritation growing in her voice.

He simply looks at her.

"I can't believe you," she snarls and finds the couch.

Time for plan B.

"Olivia I was going sleep there while you slept here," he steps in front of her to stop her. Albeit, it wasn't true but it was worth a shot. He could always try to climb in bed with her when they become closer but it'll be hard if she's on the couch.

"I'm fine on the couch," Olivia smiles and sets her bag down.

There's a lingering silence once she takes her seat and looks out of the window.

The view from the couch is incredible, especially at this time of night. Olivia gazes out of the window, so involved in the view that she doesn't notice occupy the seat behind her. He watches her brown eyes dart from one building to another. The dim lighting in the apartment brings out the building lights reflecting in her eyes. She looks relaxed, like nothing is wrong and everything is at peace.

"You sure you're okay here?" Mark asks. His voice is sincere. She flinches when he speaks up and a good portion of her calmness is gone but some of it returns when she notices he actually cares.

So far, so good.

"Yeah," Olivia replies and situates herself differently in her seat.

Maybe it only takes a beautiful view to settle her down.

"Well, everything tuned out great with Callie. How about we celebrate with a glass of wine?" Mark suggests and browses through his selection of wines, looking for the perfect one for Olivia.

She doesn't reply right away. He glances over at her, seeing the consideration in her eyes. Today's stresses do call for a nice glass of alcohol but she doesn't want to become so vulnerable just because Mark got his way. The smile on his face and the two glasses in his hands tempt her.

"No, I should get ready for bed," Olivia says coldly and grabs a few things from her bag. She disappears into the bathroom.

A loud sigh leaves Mark as he returns the wine. He retreats to his own bedroom, alone.

This is not how he planned the night.