A/N: So, I've found that I have more time to write than originally thought on this trip. Especially since I just took a 3 hour drive that had no phone signal. Lots of time to write there.

This chapter is basically the start of Callie's vacation. I know I said that both Callie and Arizona would have one chapter each to themselves, but it's going to be more than that. Hopefully only 2 each, but they'd have to be long chapters then. The next chapter will be Arizona's, and then it will be Callie's again... etc. So you get a little bit of time with each character. I know you guys want Calzona interaction, but this is important to the progression of the story. These guys need time to think on their own. Maybe with the help of some other characters.

Now, in Callie's part of the story, I will incorporate some characters from Private Practice, but if you haven't watched the show you should still be able to follow it pretty well. I will tell you this though: THE CHARACTERS IN CALIFORNIA ARE MOLDED TO HELP THIS STORY. What this means is that Addison is NOT married and does NOT have a kid, etc. Basically, the characters are used out of context of the actual TV show.

On that note, I hope you'll enjoy this chapter. :) and bear with me until Callie and Arizona are reunited.


Callie had stayed unusually quiet for the majority of the flight, so when she finally spoke, it startled Addison out of her own thoughts.

"Is your boyfriend living with you?"

Addison thought about playing dumb, but realized Callie was too smart. "Uh...no. We're kinda off and on right now." She looked down at her watch that her boyfriend had given her. "And we haven't been together very long anyways...nor will we be." The sigh that escaped her lips was not missed by her friend.

"Not the one?" Callie knew that Addison was a romantic, and wished that the redhead would get some luck sometime soon.

Addison just made a face in response. "He doesn't like cats."

Callie frowned. She knew that Addison wouldn't just say that it didn't feel right, but she was used to hearing more general complaints such as 'he's not around enough' or 'he sits in front of my door waiting for me to get home'. "You don't even have a cat."

"Actually, I do." Addison grinned. She'd gotten him at a shelter only a month or so before. "His name is Dr. Phil. Because he listens to my problems but can't do shit about them."

Callie burst out laughing. "You named your cat Dr. Phil? Are you going to mate him with Judge Judy the tabby?"

"Judge Judy is a terrible name for a cat. And I call him Phillip," Addison response defensively. "He's cute."

Deciding to let it go, Callie simply asked, "So why does it matter if boyfriend of the week doesn't like your therapist cat?"

"Because men who can't deal with a cat, can't deal with babies!" Addison huffed, exasperated. She didn't understand why Callie didn't get it.

"Oh..." Callie felt for her friend. Addison had wanted a baby for as long as Callie could remember being close to her, and possibly even before that. Now, Addison was pretty much out of time. The last time they'd talked, Addison seemed to have finally given in to the fact that she couldn't have a baby of her own, but she still hoped that she could adopt in the near future. So searching for a guy now was getting less and less about the romance and more about settling down for good.

"Don't worry." Callie smiled. "You'll find someone." She thought about Arizona and their previous argument about kids. It all seemed so unimportant and ridiculous to Callie, especially after she'd watched Arizona barely breathing on her OR table. Even without Sofia, she would have been happy. She loved her baby with all her heart, of course, but she was still an accident and Callie didn't know if they would ever had made the possibility of a baby a reality if not for Callie's fling with Mark.

She didn't say this to Addison, though, because everyone's opinion was different.

Addison smiled thankfully. "You sure do know how to make a girl feel better about her shriveling ovaries."
Callie shuddered. "Don't mention it...really."

The redhead just chuckled. "So, we've got a few days. And whether you like it or not, I'm taking you out. If you want to relax the first day, though..."

"No, I want to go tonight." Callie had enough time to think on the plane, and her own mind was starting to make her crazy. "I really need a drink. Or ten."

"Why didn't you say something?"

A bottle of red wine appeared in front of them.

"What the hell? What'd you do, pull that out of your ass?" Callie stared.

Addison ignored that comment and popped the cork, taking a swig from the bottle. "Here," she said, passing it on.

Callie took the wine gratefully. "I'm not going to get drunk on a plane."

"Don't be ridiculous, it's just wine." Addison waved her hand in the air. "You'll be fine."

Xx

Less than half an hour later, Callie barely stumbled down the steps of the private plane with Addison holding onto her for support.

"It should be illegal to have that many bottles of wine in an aircraft," Callie mumbled as Addison tripped over her feet at the bottom of the steps.

"I didn't see you stopping me...or stopping yourself for that matter." Addison just carelessly continued to walk towards the man that held both of their small suitcases. "Thank you, Matt."

"Uh...my name is Tom," he spoke awkwardly.

Addison thought for a few moments. "No... You're Matt Lauer. I've seen you on TV. Don't lie." She leaned in closer and faux-whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, I won't tell. You look balder in person, by the way."

Callie snorted. "I'm sorry, Thomas. And tell your boss- whoever owns this plane- that Addison borrowed, that she's sorry for the red stain on the white carpet and she'll talk to him about replacing it when she's sober again."

Thomas looked at them, wide-eyed. "Uh...y-yeah. I'll do that."

Callie stuck a tip in his white dress shirt and pulled Addison away before she could say anything else. They had almost escaped when Addison turned around and yelled, "Bye Matt!"

Callie glared at her. "Fucking lightweight," she grumbled. "It's not even noon."

It took a while, but Callie finally managed to get Addison's keys from her purse and convince her that, no, she was NOT in the position to be able to drive. Then, with the drunken redhead sitting in the passenger seat, Callie drove off towards her friend's beach house.

By the time they got there, Addison seemed to be losing her energy. Luckily she got into the house by herself and ended up passing out on her bed after a wild swinging of her arms as a sort of "welcome to my home."

Callie figured she'd give Addison a while to sleep it off before they went out again that night. So after wandering the house for a few minutes and dumping her stuff on the guest bedroom, she left a note to Addison telling her she had gone for a walk, and went out the back door.

Addison's house had a beautiful view of the beach, and Callie took a few minutes to soak it in. It was almost like the Miami beaches she used to know so well, except less packed and somehow calmer.

She was lost in her thoughts when a voice came from her left. "You aren't Addison."

The statement came from a short and bald, yet chiseled and handsome dark skinned man that obviously lived in the house next door.

"Good eyes," Callie laughed. "I'm Callie Torres, Addison's friend from out of town." She walked over to shake hands with the strange man. "Next door neighbor?"

"Well, yes, but more than that."

Callie raised her eyebrows. "Are you her boyfriend?"

The man stared, and then suddenly laughed. "No, no, nothing like that. I'm Sam. I co-own the practice that Addison works at. I also happen to be Addison's best friend's ex-husband." Seeing her look, he continued, "We're okay now. We all get along. So where is Addison?"

This time, Callie laughed. "She's inside, passed out. We drank a little on the flight here and she's obviously more of a lightweight than she used to be."

Sam smiled, and then something seemed to click. "Ah. You're the woman she left town for without much notice."

"That's me."

Sam looked like he wanted to ask a question, but instead he just stood and looked out at the ocean.

"You're allowed to ask," Callie finally said.

"...I was just wondering what the emergency was. I mean, you look pretty put together for a family member dying or something, so..." Sam cleared his throat. "Unless that happened, in which case I'm so sorry."

Callie smirked when he stumbled over his words. "No one died. Not recently anyways... My wife and I are having problems and Addison thought I needed an escape. So here I am."

"Your wife?"

'Shit.' She'd forgotten that not everyone was so open to the idea. "Sorry, uh-"

"I'm not judging you, Callie. I was simply curious because I myself understand the difference between relationship troubles, and marriage ones."

"Oh." Callie didn't know what else to say.

"Callie...listen. I was the one who left my wife, because I thought I wanted more. More what, I'm still not sure. But Naomi never understood why, especially since we already had a kid. I think you should know that almost every couple goes through their rocky moments. Addison has talked about you before, and she mentioned something about your wife leaving for Africa, and then getting in some kind of crash if I remember?" He waited for Callie to show him that he was on the right track.

"Yeah... That was her. And then she cheated on me," Callie answered. She had no clue why she was telling this man anything, but the way he spoke calmed her.

"That's what I thought. I'm just going to say this. I don't know you or your whole story, and I'm not telling you how to live your life, but... Not many people go through what your woman has been through, and still they manage to fuck up royally. You're hurt, of course. You should be. That's probably why you're here. So go do what Addison has planned for you, have fun, and in the end maybe you'll figure out that even through all of the mess in your marriage, you want to go back. See because I wanted to get out into the world, and now I'm spending my free time on a beach, wishing I could share it with Naomi. I just didn't get back in time." Sam fell silent, obviously done with his speech.

Callie clenched her jaw when her eyes watered at Sam's words, and collapsed into the nearest chair. "I'm exhausted. Not just from today. I feel like I haven't slept well in a year."

Sam grinned. "Sounds a lot like old age."

Callie wanted to rebuke that, but her own smile took over her face against her will. "Thank you, Sam. For...you know."

"No problem. If Addison wants to, maybe she could bring you around the office."

"I'd like that."

Sam turned around to walk back inside just as Addison came out, holding what must have been her cat Dr. Phil while looking for Callie. The cat was clawing at her arms in an attempt to get out of the tight hold Addison had on him.

"Hey!"

"You seem a lot more sober."

"Yeah, yeah. Don't make any jokes. You'll be this way in a few years." Addison sat down next to Callie. "Was that Sam I saw you talking to?"

"Yeah...he just saw me on your porch and we started talking." Callie didn't give any other information.

"I'll take you to the practice tomorrow, if you want to meet everyone else."

"Sure," Callie answered. If everyone was like Sam, then she was starting to love California.