AN: Sorry for the slight delay with this one, my parents are visiting, I was celebrating my birthday, and I'm STILL waiting to hear about this promotion - thanks for all the messages of good luck!

In the spirit of good luck, here's a longer chapter for you guys. Enjoy, and please review :)

Previously:

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.

Arizona Robbins paced the open plan living area of the apartment that she shared with her best friend. Teddy had gone to bed a while ago, and having an early flight in the morning, Arizona didn't want to wake her. The blonde held her phone in her hand as she paced, although she didn't know what she was waiting for. She had sent an impulsive text to Callie, and as it was almost 1am, she was highly unlikely to receive a reply until morning. Still, she paced.

She briefly thought about going to bed, but since her next flight wasn't until the next evening, she wanted to hold off on sleep as long as possible in the hopes that she would sleep through until afternoon.

She opened the fridge, eyeing its meager contents before plucking out some yoghurt. After opening half a dozen drawers, she finally remembered where Teddy had chosen to house the cutlery. She cuddled up on the sofa and pulled a blanket around herself before flicking on the TV and making sure the volume was low enough not to disturb Teddy.

Staring at her phone in disbelief, Callie climbed quietly from her bed and made her way to her bathroom, wrapping a sheet around her exposed body. One part of her brain was screaming at her to wake Mark up and seek his advice, but the other part told her to let him sleep as he had an important surgery in the morning.

As she sat the on the edge of the bathtub, she closed her eyes to think. If Arizona had just sent that text then she was still awake. Does that make it socially acceptable to call someone at nearly 1am? She drummed her nails on the side of the tub as she tried to make a decision. Arizona had called her gorgeous. And she seemed more than willing to go for drinks.

"Screw it." Callie muttered as she hit call.

After eight years as a flight attendant, Arizona knew very well that the only things on television after midnight were infomercials, horror movies and porn. Deciding on neither the former nor the latter, she settled in to watch Paranormal Activity. She snuggled closer into the blanket as the screen darkened. Not a moment later, the shrill ringing of her phone made her jump out of her skin.

As she picked the neglected object from the table, her face flushed as she realized the number calling her was the number that she had texted only ten minutes ago. Suddenly nervous, the blonde took a deep, calming breath before answering.

"Hello?"

"Um hi, it's Callie. I didn't wake you, did I?" the voice on the other end asked shyly. Arizona bit her lip as she tried to picture the Latina's face.

"No you didn't. I'm glad you called." She answered truthfully. She could swear she heard Callie breathe a sigh of relief through the receiver.
"I'm glad I did too." Callie spoke. Arizona could hear her fiddling with some sort of material that she guessed was a blanket.
"Calling to cash in on that drink offer?" the blonde asked, reaching for the remote and turning the TV off.

"You'd like to? Go for drinks I mean?"

"With you? Of course." Arizona smiled. "I've just moved to Seattle so I don't really know where is what yet. Is there anywhere good nearby?"

"My friends and I usually hit the same spot. I'm a surgical resident and it's right across from the hospital so it's handy." The brunette explained.

Surgical resident. That explained the huge book that Callie had with her on the flight. She was a doctor; soon to be a surgeon. Suppressing the insecurity that bubbled in her chest, Arizona smiled softly and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Wow, that's impressive. When did you want to go?"

"I guess. Um work can be a little crazy, but I'm actually free tomorrow night."

Arizona frowned. It was times like this that she hated the insane hours of her job. Sighing, she spoke into the receiver.
"I'm on a flight to LA tomorrow evening, and we overnight there, so I won't actually be back in Seattle until the day after tomorrow. Is that ok for you?"

She could hear Callie chuckle on the other end.
"Don't worry about it, my days can get pretty messed up too. The day after tomorrow is fine too, but if we get any emergencies in it might not be, so I'll try not to stand you up."

"Deal." Arizona agreed. "Is it Seattle Grace you work at? I don't live to far from there so I could meet you in the lobby say around 8?"

"Yeah that's the place. So uh, I'll see you then. Have a good flight tomorrow."

Arizona beamed.
"Thanks. I'll see you."

After saying goodbye, Arizona closed the call and sat back, a large smile spreading its way across her face. She was desperate to tell her best friend but she decided to let her sleep. She left a note, knowing she would no doubt still be in bed when the pilot left the next day. As she walked slowly around the apartment and shut off the lights, she took a moment to admire the night skyline, briefly wondering how much of the city stood between herself and Callie.

Miranda Bailey's morning had been an incredibly long one. She vowed never again to drink with Sloan and Torres, even though the number of tequila shots she had consumed was in reaction to the chief's news about the merger. To top off her morning a patient in the pit had vomited on her. Twice. After her second scrub change she decided to take cover at the nurse's station and finish her charts.
"Morning Bailey." Callie greeted, her demeanor far from the lonely, upset resident who Mark escorted from Joe's the night before. Looking not the slightest bit hung-over, Miranda noticed that Torres had actually taken the time to fix her hair and apply fresh make-up. This had her attention piqued.

"Is Sloan really that good?" She enquired, flipping her chart closed.

"Huh?" Callie frowned.
"You look much perkier than you did last night, is all." Miranda explained. A smile of understanding crossed Callie's face and she nodded.

"No, he's not. I mean, he is, but whatever. I spoke to Arizona last night." Callie explained.

Bailey's eyebrows disappeared into her bangs.
"Arizona? What the hell, girl? Last night we promised to stick together and ride this merger out! You don't even know if we're going to get cut yet and already you're looking for work? In Arizona! Why in the hell would you wanna go there?"

Callie had begun to chuckle mid-way through Bailey's tirade.
"No, God no, I'm still all in; I want to stay here. Arizona is the name of that flight attendant who I gave my number to."

Distinctly calmer, Miranda made a face.
"Who on earth calls their child Arizona?"

Callie shrugged. She couldn't care less what the gorgeous blonde's name was, but it would make for a good icebreaker when they met for drinks.

"More importantly, who doesn't change their name after they've been called Arizona?" Bailey demanded as she shook her head.

The ortho resident sighed.
"Can you just be excited for me? She seems pretty great and we're meeting for drinks tomorrow night."

"Of course, Torres. Have fun."

Arizona hummed to herself as she applied her make-up in preparation for her trip to Los Angeles. As she brought her mascara wand towards her eye, her phone rang. Smiling, she swiped the screen to answer and put her best friend on speaker.
"If you'd been half a second later I'd have had a panda eye, Teddy."

The pilot chuckled.
"Sorry. I knew you were still sleeping when I left, but I saw your note. I can't believe you called her! I'm so excited for you."

Arizona couldn't help but smile.
"I actually texted her, it was her who called me. We're going for drinks tomorrow night when I get back."

"That's awesome, sweetie. Where is she taking you?"

"I'm not sure, she said it was a local place that she goes to with her colleagues. She's a surgical resident, Teds." Arizona spoke, biting her lip.

"So she's got almost as screwed up a schedule as we do?" Teddy commented.

"I guess. But she's a doctor, Teddy. Soon to be a surgeon."
"What's your point, Arizona?" Teddy asked.

"What's she going to see in me? What are we going to have in common?" The flight attendant asked, speaking softly. She heard her best friend scoff loudly.

"She'll see you. The sweet, impossibly kind Arizona that I'm beyond proud to call my best friend" Teddy soothed, hoping to ease her friend's nerves.

A blush colored Arizona's cheeks.
"Teddy…"

"Yeah, I'm awesome and you love me. My cab is pulling up at my hotel, so text me when you get to LA?"

Arizona laughed. "Sure Teds, enjoy Montreal."

The gentle breeze provided a welcomed relief from the hot LA sun. Arizona smiled as she watched a family on roller-skates making their way down the promenade. She took a sip of her ice latte as she perched her sunglasses on the top of her head.
"Why can't it be this warm in Seattle? Lexie grumbled, returning from the restroom.
"It would be nice, wouldn't it?"

Lexie nodded in agreement, but their conversation was halted as her phone rang. Arizona waited patiently until she ended the call.
"Well looks like we'll be getting an extra 24 hours of this." She smiled, firing off a quick text message.

"What?" Arizona frowned. Their return flight to Seattle was leaving in five hours.
"That was Éclat. Our aircraft's radar system is on the fritz so they're cancelling today's flight and we'll fly the passengers back tomorrow."

Normally Arizona would be thrilled at the prospect of another night at any of Éclat's destinations, but now her plans with Callie were ruined. Lexie noticed that her supervisor didn't look quite as excited about the news as she had anticipated. The blonde explained her encounter with the hot Latina, and the younger flight attendant pouted.
"That sucks! I'm sure she'll understand though, especially if she's a surgical resident. I read somewhere that they can easily work up to a hundred hours a week."

Arizona managed a weak smile at Lexie's vast array of knowledge.
"I sure hope so. I'm going to go call her."

Callie sighed as she shoved her phone back into her pocket. Trudging towards the resident's lounge to gather her things, she spied Mark.
"Hey, you ready for tonight, Torres?" He smiled.
"What time are you two meeting?"

The resident shook her head glumly.
"We're not. Not tonight anyway. They've changed her flight so she won't be back until tomorrow now."

Mark's expression was one of understanding. He'd eaten lunch with Callie today and she'd been very optimistic about how tonight was going to turn out. Now it was as if someone had just taken the air out of her.
"I'm sorry. She's going to call you when she gets back?"

Callie nodded. Arizona had apologized profusely, but Callie had stopped her. Surgeons understood better than anyone never to make concrete plans, so they would just have to wait a little longer.

Callie was ok with that.