Callie is in the on-call room, crying.
"Woh" Mark says, walking it.
"Beat it" Callie says, trying to sound strong but failing miserably.
"Hey, just because I'm called McSteamy doesn't mean I don't have a good heart and good ears" He defends, sitting on the bed next to the Latina.
"I said beat it" She whispers, then sobs into her hands.
"Woh there, it's okay. Whatever it is it's okay" Mark soothes, rubbing Callie's back.
The door opens and Owen walks in.
"Mark, take a hike" Owen says, looking at the Latina.
"I was just trying to help" Mark defends, standing up.
"Thanks, but I got it from her" Owen says, not so lightly pushing Mark out of the room.
As soon as the door closes Owen lets it out.
"What the hell was that Torres? I'm sick? What the hell is wrong with you? It's your first day and you just looked worse than the interns in front of the chief of Peds! You'll never get to touch another kid again" He yells.
Callie bites her lip and lets more tears run down her face. She takes a deep breath and pulls out her wallet, handing it to Owen.
"What the hell am I looking for Torres" Owen asks, not even opening the wallet.
"The picture" Callie sobs.
Owen's face softens, something is really wrong. He opens it up, there is only one picture, a picture of the chief of Peds.
"I don't understand" Owen says, confused.
"Hunt it's Robbins" Callie yells, it's plan as day.
"There are a million different Robbins" Owen defends.
Callie takes a deep breath before she tells the story.
"Remember that day? We were running and I stopped" Callie asks, biting her bottom lip.
"I remember everything about that day" Owen snaps.
"Something flew out of his pocket. That" Callie ends with a sob, burring her head in her hands again.
"Oh god" Owen whispers.
Owen then takes the crying women in his arms. Holding her close.
"It's okay Cal. It's okay" He soothes.
"I just made a fool out of myself" She whispers.
"It's okay Torres. It's your first day. She'll understand. You have to go back and make her remember you though, okay" He whispers, pulling back a little.
She nods but doesn't say anything. Owen tilts her head up, blue eyes meeting brown, faces inches apart.
"Be my badass Torres" He smiles.
Callie smiles too, then leans in and kisses his cheek.
"I love you Hunt" She smiles, wiping away a few of her tears.
"Let's go and get this kid his life back" Owen says, getting up.
"Okay, can I have my wallet back" Callie asks with a real laugh.
"No, I'll hold it hostage until tonight when we get to Joe's" Owen smiles then walks out of the room with Callie's wallet.