Thanks again to my wonderful beta, Scronkidile!

This is a Calzona fic, don't worry, but there are some other things happening.

Also, A note on my update schedule. I like to have a few chapters written before I update on here. So I've written through chapter 4 and now I'm posting chapter 2 and when I've finished chapter 5, I'll post chapter 3, etc. It's just so that I have a buffer in case I don't have time to write for a while.

Anyway, I should be posting at least once a week. I takes me like 4 or 5 days to write a chapter, so yeah. Updates won't ever be really far apart.

Callie woke up warm with the weight of someone else on top of her. Opening an eye, she glanced down her chest to see a flash of red. Oh, Addison. Right. They usually ended up in bed together after day drinking. The clock flashed 3pm. Well, that's one way to spend a day. She pushed her hair off of her face as she tried to decide what to do. She needed to pee. That was the first thing.

Scooting out from under Addison, she padded lightly into the bathroom. In the mirror, She noticed a large bite mark on her collarbone. Great.

Walking back into the bedroom, she sees that Addison has turned over in her sleep, the sheet wrapped around her waist. She sighed sleepily. She and Addison had been sleeping together periodically for about 13 years. They weren't together and Addison was straight, but still. It was human comfort. It was nice. And what's a little sex between friends?

She crawled onto the bed, throwing her leg over Addison and running her mouth along her collarbone. She bit, lightly at first, but then harder, until she heard Addison groan.

"I'd like to apologize for the mark on your collarbone. I didn't notice it until afterwards."

Callie lifted her head to meet Addison's eyes. "Its fine, but you know the rules."

Addison gently pushed Callie's hair out of her face. "Yeah…bite for a bite." She winced and dropped her head back onto the pillow. "Is this where I mention the bite on your thigh?"

Callie just smiled and kissed her softly. "I saw it. I'm getting there."

Addison sighed loudly, pretending to be annoyed. "Fine. If we must."

Callie kissed her again, forcefully. She bit Addison's lower lip and felt her hips jerk upwards. Smiling, she pulled back. "Eager much?"

Addison blushed. "Whatever, need I remind you who woke who up?"

Callie smirked and kissed her again. She opened her lips when Addison's tongue pushed against them. Someone moaned. Callie ran her hands down Addison's body, digging her nails lightly into her side and running the pads of her fingers across her stomach. She felt Addison shiver under her. Callie loved this moment right before she moved. Addison was willing and waiting beneath her and she just had so much power. Callie lifted her head and met Addison's eyes.

"Fuck," Addison whispered, "Callie, Calliope, please."

Callie trailed her lips down Addison's neck. She heard Addison gasp as she took a breast between her lips. She bit down softly, enjoying the feeling of Addison's nipple hardening under her tongue. Addison knotted a hand in her hair. She dragged her mouth down to the sensitive underside of Addison's breast, placing feather light kisses there. She brought up her head to tug at Addison's breast as she moved across her chest. Slowly, softly she kissed and nibbled, listening to Addison gasp in response, but when she felt Addison's hand try and tug her downwards, she pulled back.

"You're too bossy for your own good. Now relax or I'm just going to bite you and leave." She raised her eyebrows as she watched Addison struggle with herself before dropping her hand. "That's what I thought."

She kissed Addison lightly on the lips, biting down, before moving down to her stomach. She nipped lightly, smiling softly when Addison's hips jerked again.

"Fuck, Callie, please."

Callie spread Addison's legs and glanced up. Addison's mouth dropped open as Callie looked at her with dark, black eyes. Her eyes slammed shut and her head hit the pillow as Callie gave her a long lick. Her hands flew into Callie's hair as Callie moved her fingers around Addison's entrance, feeling the moisture. Addison's grip tightened and her hips lifted as she tried to get more contact. Callie licked her one more time and pushed two fingers into her. Her hips bucked. Callie brought her other arm around to hold down Addison's hips. The memory of a broken nose and a very embarrassing phone call to Teddy came to mind. Callie laughed to herself and wrapped her lips around Addison's clit. Addison moaned loudly, her hands twitching in Callie's hair. Callie moved back up Addison's body, keeping her hand between them, stopping once to nip at her breast.

She hovered above her drinking in every twitch and moan. She watched her tongue lick her lips. Callie wondered how anyone could hurt a woman like this. Addison's eyes flew open, locking with Callie's before moving a hand between them. Callie dropped her head forward as she felt Addison's fingers circle her clit. Her hips jerked as she desperately tried to get more friction. She met Addison's eyes again. They watched each other until Callie heard Addison's breathing hitch and finally let go. Addison's back arched off the bed, a scream ripping from her throat as Callie dropped a hand to the bed to steady herself as she rode out her orgasm.

Callie slowed her hand down before leaving Addison. She sat back up pushing her hair out of her face with one hand and slowly licking her fingers clean on the other. Addison just looked at her as her breathing slowed. Callie always felt odd when Addison watched her. She knew Addison didn't love her, just like she didn't love Addison, at least not like lovers. She did love Addison, the woman had saved her, but she never knew how to interpret Addison's post coital gazes. Finally, Addison spoke.

"Wow. You have learned how to work my body."

Callie scoffed. "Please. I'm a natural."

Addison laughed. "This is true." She frowned for a moment. "Wait…Did you bite me?"

Callie paused and scooted back down the bed. "Fuck. I forgot." She smiled up at Addison. "Well, since I'm down here anyway…" Addison grinned.

Two days later, Derek Shepherd sat at the head of a long wooden table. His hair was careful sculpted as always, although there was more grey than there used to be. He regarded Calliope and her team standing across the table as they waited for permission to sit. To his right, Mark Sloan sat comfortably, his long, lean legs stretching out under the table. The face of L'Homme Mafia ignored the group, focusing instead on the display of Danishes decorating the table. On Shepherd's left sat a large, muscular, redheaded man. Owen Hunt's eyes tried to meet Teddy's, but she stared over his head, jaw clenched. His eyes drifted to her right where Cristina Yang stared blankly at him. Owen flinched away and turned back to Derek. Also at the table were Alex Karev, a young medical doctor, clearly uncomfortable with the tension in the room, and Jackson Avery, the gorgeous, but pretentious accountant.

Calliope and her team had been waiting silently for nearly an hour. Derek gazed at them evenly, obviously asserting his power. Calliope could feel Addison tense and Teddy clenching and unclenching her fists. Finally, 49 minutes after they were let in, Derek spoke.

"Have a seat." He gestured evenly across the table. "Have a Danish." Calliope was the first to sit. Taking the chair at the foot of the table, she gestured for everyone else to sit. As they settled, Owen leaned forward to see Teddy.

"How are you?"

"Don't." Teddy looked down at her fists, clenched on the table. "Don't even look at me."

Owen frowned, "Teddy-"

Cristina slammed her fist down on the table. "She wants you to leave her alone." Her voice was flat as she glared at him. "I suggest you do that or I may shoot you."

Calliope cleared her throat, looking pointedly at Mer, who started murmuring quietly to Cristina.

"You should control your women." Everyone's gaze snapped to Derek. "This is a business meeting."

Calliope grabbed Addison's arm before she had a chance to leap out of her chair. "Sit." Addison slowly sank back into her seat, glaring at Derek's smiling face. "Alright, Shepherd, You know why we're here."

Derek smirked, but it was Mark who spoke. "You wanna know if we're still good. I mean, you always look good, Calliope, but I shouldn't mix work and pleasure." He looks at Addison. "Again."

This time Addison makes it halfway around the table before Owen grabs her. She struggles against him as the rest of La Femme leaped to their feet, shouting.

"Enough!" Calliope stood at the end of the table. "Addison." She didn't turn around. "Addison. Control yourself." She dropped her arms away from where'd they had been pushing against Owen and turned around to face Calliope. "Thank you. Now," she looked to Derek, "Let's talk."

"Motherfucker!" Calliope kicked the back of her couch as she entered her apartment. "He can't even be fucking civil enough to hold up the fucking treaties." She spun around to glare at her team. "We are officially at war now. With the breaking of the treaties, our borders mean nothing. We're isolated, where they wouldn't raid us before, we should be prepared for an attack a day. Derek Shepherd is a self-serving bastard. Estúpida chica rubia puta va a hacer que me maten."

As she started pacing the living room, muttering to herself in Spanish, the rest of the team moved around her cautiously, taking seats in the living room and watching Calliope move back and forth across the living room. Calliope froze. "Wait. Our mixed outposts. Our girls are locked in with Derek's men." She looked at Bailey, whose eyes widened.

"They'll murder us. Yang-"

"I've got it. Mer-"

"I'm pulling up the announcement system now." A loud beep sounded from the microphone Medusa had pulled out of her bag. "Alright, hit the button and you're online."

Bailey grabbed the mic. "All La Femme troops: As of an hour ago, all treaties with L'Homme Mafia were voided. Be on your guard. Do not attack. If attacked, DO NOT LOSE. We are at war, play ball." She handed the mic back to Medusa. "There. All good."

Cristina was already opening the door, her keys in her hand. She turned back to look at the group. "Alright, I'll be back in a few days. I'm going to meet up with my agents around the city. As much as I love technology, there's nothing like an old fashioned, in person spy meeting. I'll keep Mer updated, she'll keep you updated, yada yada." She shut the door behind her.

Teddy dropped into a seat. "Man, it's like drama drama drama with you guys." Everyone laughed. "I'm serious. At least I'll have something to do now that people are shooting at each other again." She winced. "I mean, not that I want people to get hurt, but what's the point of being a doctor if you have no one to doctor?"

Bailey nodded, smirking. "No, I get you. I mean, I prefer the shooting over the healing, but different strokes and all that." Teddy shook her head, smiling.

Callie looked over at Addison who sat grimly in her armchair, staring at her hands in her lap. "I don't know, I think the drinking and hot women are my favorite." Addison chuckled slightly. "I'm serious! I just have to introduce myself and women fawn all over me."

Mer laughed. "I'm never prepared for when you two come home. Cristina and I will be channel surfing and all of a sudden loud, lesbian sex comes blaring through our headphones. I will tell you though, it sounds like a good time." Everyone laughed.

Teddy shook her head. "Of course I joined an all women Mafia. I couldn't have found a nice co-ed group of mobsters to align myself with. Find a nice, strong man to use and abuse."

Addison grinned. "I'm right there with you. I had to go and befriend this bitch," she jerked her thumb at Callie, "and doom myself to a life of lesbianism."

Callie looked at her, feigning offense. "Excuse me? I saved your life! For that you should be begging to have sex with me." She crossed her arms, "a life of lesbianism.' Girl, please. You bring that on yourself. When was the last time you went on a date with a man?"

Bailey stood. "As much fun as discussing your sex lives is, I'm gonna head home. I need to make my boy lunch."

They waved good-bye as she left, shutting the door behind her.

April look over at the group. "I didn't know she had a son. She never talks about him."

Callie finally sat down next to Teddy. "Yeah, Tuck's seven. He's really great. Thinks she's a teacher, though."

Lexie spoke up. "Her husband, his father, Tucker died just before you joined. He got shot by The Sergeant."

April looked at Calliope. "Who is The Sergeant?"

"The devil." It was Addison who had answered. "He was an army man who served under Owen overseas. He came back first and became a…mercenary, I guess. He was arms for hire, anyway. But about seven years ago, when Cristina killed Owen's father and Owen joined L'Homme, he convinced the Sergeant to sign on with them personally."

"I killed him. Right after Teddy joined, I killed him. He destroyed me fifteen years ago and I destroyed him back." Calliope's fists clenched. "A life for a life."

"If only you could have killed him twice." Callie's eyes snapped to Addison's. "Sorry."

Mer clapped her hands on her knees. "Alright, I'm gonna go. I've got to check in with my agents and see how the other groups are reacting to the news. Don't need to have more than one group after us." Lexie and April followed her out, throwing their good-byes over their shoulders.

Teddy, Addison, and Callie sat silently in the living room, each lost in her own thoughts. The past fifteen years had been rough. Calliope had been in the Mob since birth, her father and Ellis Grey starting it when they were young. Why Carlos was head of an all-female mafia was beyond her, but she was thankful. Of course, when Carlos died and Ellis killed herself, Meredith had come home from Dartmouth, but she didn't want the power. Callie sighed. She didn't even want to stay really, but one thing led to another and suddenly Medusa Grey was head of technology.

Callie looked at Teddy. Dr. Theodora Altman. She'd been engaged. To Owen. Fucking Owen Hunt killed Teddy's best friend seven years ago and Teddy swore…well, not revenge. Teddy's too nice for revenge. She just swore allegiance to the other side to piss Owen off. Being a doctor kept her out of the line of fire, so, really, Teddy was in a pretty good position. Better than being fucking Owen Hunt's wife.

And Addison. Callie turned her head. Poor Addison. Addison who had been married to Derek for eleven years, who had made one mistake, who had slept with Mark. When Callie met her, Addison had been starving. She was lying under a bus stop. At first, Callie had thought she was a dog; that's why she'd stopped and gotten closer. Then she'd seen Addison, bruised and starving and pale as a sheet. So Callie had taken her home, bathed her, feed her. A few months later, Addison saved her life. A life for a life.

Callie stood up. "Who wants lunch?"

The door burst open. "Help!" Izzie and Jo were carrying a very pale and bleeding Heather Brooks. "Heather's been shot!"

Teddy and Addison leapt to their feet, running to the kitchen table. Quickly clearing it off, they gestured to Izzie and Olivia to lay Heather down.

Teddy cursed. "I don't have my bag! Just put pressure on the wound, I'm going to call someone."

Callie narrowed her eyes. "Who are you calling?"

Teddy waved her off as she pulled out her phone. "My new roommate, Arizona Robbins."