AN: Sorry for the slight wait with this chapter - just wanted to make sure I have a few more in the bag - I'm [possibly] up for a promotion at work, basically to do the exact job that our Arizona does. Keep your fingers crossed for me? :)

Previously: You're right. I was upset, but then a kind, beautiful flight attendant turned my day around. You didn't have to but I'm grateful that you did. I'd like very much to thank you again. In person. Maybe over drinks?

Callie T.

Callie's cell number was written under her name. Teddy grinned.

"Way to go, Robbins."

Chapter 4

"Would you please just drop it?" Arizona grumbled, pushing her empty take-out box away from her. As planned, the flight attendant and pilot had left the airport and made two pit stops before heading home; one to get wine, and one to get take-out.

Teddy pouted.
"But she was hot. Like, even straighter than straight me over here thought she was hot. You two would be super hot together!"

Arizona giggled, refilling her glass of wine, and moving the bottle from Teddy.
"I'm cutting you off. Wait, did you just call me hot?"

"Of course you're hot. I'm hot. Callie is hot. Everybody is hot."

Arizona smirked at her best friend's tipsy ramblings.
"Even Henry?"

The pilot blushed at the mention of his name.
"Arizona…"

"If you call him, I might call her."

Teddy sighed dramatically.
"How did I not see that ultimatum coming?"

The shorter woman smiled softly, taking Teddy's food carton and picking at her leftover veggies.
"I'm sure Callie's great. I'm just not sure that I'm ready. Not yet."

Teddy turned to face her friend properly, a supportive hand resting on her arm.
"I know, sweetie. But you won't know until you try. I know it's scary, but you can't sit in here alone and just wait to be over it. That's not how it works. You have to get back out there and try. Not all girls are dicks like Joanne was."

Arizona nodded. She knew Teddy was telling the truth, but her ex-girlfriend's actions still stung. Joanne had worked on the check-in desks at New York JFK airport, and it had been lust at first sight for both women. A couple of months later, they had decided to make their relationship official, and Arizona was as happy as she had ever been. A year after they started dating, she suggested that they move in together. Joanne had seemed so excited that she immediately began looking at apartments for them both, but when the time came to move in, she disappeared. She had left a note at Arizona's apartment that said only three words.

I can't. Sorry.

Arizona wasn't able to track her down. Colleagues at work said she had resigned; and every phone call went unanswered, until one day Arizona simply stopped trying. The Seattle transfer had been announced only a month later, and she had jumped at the opportunity, knowing she needed a fresh start.

"Going for a drink wouldn't hurt." Teddy suggested, pulling Arizona from her thoughts.

"Yeah. Maybe."

"Seriously, what is wrong with me? I think I'm defective; we need to get Derek to run some tests, I swear I've got a brain tumor Mark. I swear."

Mark chuckled as Callie rambled, only taking a pause to down another tequila shot. As soon as it was empty, Joe refilled it.
"You've not got a tumor, Cal."
"I do, Mark. What else would explain the sheer stupidity of my decisions recently? Erica? Coming out to my super-Catholic parents? Oh and my latest and favorite embarrassment, hitting on a probably very straight flight attendant who just happened to take the time to be nice to me. I've lost it!"

"Who says she's straight?" Mark argued.
"With my luck?" Callie raised her eyebrows, glaring incredulously at her best friend.

"She's got a point there, Sloan." Miranda Bailey muttered, taking one of Callie's shots and downing it herself. Callie nodded in agreement, gesturing toward her fellow resident.

"You're not helping." Mark said as he shook his head. Miranda was unfazed.
"I'm not trying to help. Unless you've forgotten, Torres and I have more important things to worry about than our marriages or love lives. We may be out of a job before we can even become real surgeons!" With that, the small woman took another shot.

"She's right." Callie frowned at Mark.
"She's totally right. Here I am worrying about what some flight attendant thinks of me, I'm probably never going to lay eyes on the woman again, and what I really need to freak out about is the merger!"

"And your boards." Miranda added, trying to get Joe's attention for more tequila.
"One large problem at a time, Bailey." Mark suggested, patting Callie's back as the brunette slumped her head into her hands.

"I've got to go home." Callie murmured into her hands.
"Back to Miami?"
"No, Mark. Home, home. My apartment, home. I need to study. And freak out about getting fired. And maybe study some more. I'm no fun here anyway."

Mark smiled suggestively, handing Callie one last shot.
"Well I could come with you. Or you could come with me. We could have a little fun before your freak out."

"Is sex all you honestly ever think about?" Dr. Bailey asked, gathering her coat and scarf.
"And surgery." Mark defended as she resident shook her head.
"Nasty…"

After watching Bailey leave, Mark turned his attention back to Callie.
"So, what do you say, kid?"

The brunette smiled, looking into her shot glass and shrugging.
"What the hell." She downed the liquid, savoring the burn in her throat as she gathered her belongings. Mark's hand snaked around her waist, guiding her out and into a cab.

As they rode the short distance to his place, he patted her arm.
"Let's forget about everything tonight. Your douche-bag parents, the merger, your boards…let's just have fun, ok? That crap will still be there in the morning."

Callie chuckled, resting her head tiredly on Mark's shoulder.
"Do you still have that bottle of tequila you mentioned earlier?"
"Of course, Cal. Of course."

Even after consuming too much tequila and indulging in some fantastic feel-good sex with her best friend, Callie was still having trouble shutting her brain off. Her body was exhausted, and she envied the sleeping man next to her. She turned away from him, pulling the sheets closer to her body as she willed her over stimulated brain to give into sleep. As she listened to Mark's calm, even breathing, she finally felt herself slip into the peaceful darkness. As she teetered somewhere between awake and asleep, she heard the buzzing of her phone. Opening her eyes and squinting against the offending light on the screen, Callie had to read the message three times before her brain could absorb it.

I couldn't let a gorgeous woman sit there on my flight looking obviously upset and not do something about it. There's no need to thank me, but I'd love to take you up on that offer of a drink.

My name is Arizona.