9x06

Callie strolled through the doors of the hospital. For the first time since the crash, she was on cloud nine. Ok, maybe cloud nine was pushing it a little, but definitely cloud seven or eight. Her wife was here. Callie wasn't entirely sure what Bailey had done, but she knew she'd be forever thankful.

She turned the corner to peek in on Arizona and Bailey, but only found the blonde. She hesitated, looking to see if Bailey had gone far.

"She's rounding."

Callie stood, dumbfounded.
"I…uh…who?"

Arizona looked up, meeting her wife's gaze.
"Bailey. But I'm guessing you weren't really looking for her. You seem less than surprised to see me."

Callie moved from the doorway, walking closer to her wife.
"I saw you earlier, but Bailey made me leave."

A smile played on the blonde's lips.
"Yeah…she can be pretty persuasive, I'll give her that."

Callie nodded, fully aware of Bailey's special abilities.
"Well do you want to head home?" The brunette asked softly.
"Aren't we missing someone?" Arizona asked, looking to her wife's very empty hands.
"Derek stole her for a sleepover with Zola, to return the favour from the other week. Unless you want her, I could catch him up…?" Callie trailed off. Sofia had become somewhat of a buffer; a safe topic for them to discuss. Without Sofia there, neither of them were sure quite how to do this.

Arizona shook her head as she slid from her stool, using the cane to balance herself.
"It's ok. She'll have a good time."

Callie nodded, watching wordlessly as her wife led the way out of her department and towards the nearest elevator. Arizona was equally as quiet as she pressed the button for the lobby. There were few doctors around, allowing Arizona the privacy she was sure she wouldn't have, but she'd guess that news of her little visit would already be spreading like wildfire.

As they reached the doors, Callie spoke.
"Did you get a cab or did you walk earlier."
"Walked." Arizona answered softly.
"You wanna take a cab now?" Callie offered. She didn't know just how long Arizona had been on her feet, but she was sure that her wife would probably not be feeling as energetic as she had earlier.

Arizona shook her head, a new determination settling over her as she and Callie embarked on the short walk home.
"So, what did Bailey do?" Callie asked quietly, walking slowly in time with her wife.
"She called and asked if I could help her with a PEDs patient. She told me that an intern had dropped the chart at the door, which of course she hadn't. The chart never showed up."

"So you went in to confront her?"

"No, it was an interesting case. I had my suspicions, but without the chart I couldn't confirm my diagnosis. I'm guessing Bailey knew that I'd want to, and I'm also guessing she had no intention of ever delivering me that chart."

Callie chuckled softly.
"No, I'm guessing she didn't."

"Callie…?" Arizona spoke softly as they stepped into the elevator of their apartment block.
"Yeah?" Callie questioned, taking in the suddenly guilty look on her wife's face.

"I broke your vase."

"My vase?"

"That red one that Teddy got you for your birthday. I tripped and fell and knocked the table. I couldn't catch it in time."

Callie shook her head softly, a smile spreading across her features.
"I never liked that vase. Besides, I couldn't care less what you knock over, as long as you dust yourself off and get back up, which you certainly did today." Callie's smile widened.
"I've never been more proud of you than I am right now."

Arizona smiled as a faint blush coloured her cheeks. Callie was looking at her in a way she'd almost forgotten; and it threatened to take her breath away.

As they stepped out of the elevator, Arizona had one hand on her cane for support. Her other hand reached out and found Callie's, their fingers intertwining instantly.

Definitely cloud nine.