"Dude are you and Torres back together or something?" Alex asked Arizona as they stood over the open stomach cavity of their patient.
"Karev I hardly think this is the time to discuss my personal life," she answered.
"Come on! Why are you being shy all of a sudden, we've discussed worse things in surgery," he continued egging her on.
Karev was right and Arizona knew it, but the reason she avoided the question was because she didn't know the answer herself. It had been almost two weeks since Callie charged her into the on-call room and screwed her so hard she lost sense of time. And after that initial incident they've been intimate together another dozen times but Callie was still so callous and cold to her around the hospital.
Arizona let out a sigh, "I'm not discussing my marriage with you."
"I've caught you two walking out of an on-call room sweaty and disoriented like ten times now. You're so back together."
'Crap' Arizona thought to herself. If Karev picked up on them who else had?
"Alright truth is I have no idea. We're sleeping together but she won't talk to me unless it's during sex and we're still living apart. Do you know what to make of this?"
"Huh," Karev looked up from the liver that was occupying his attention and looked at Arizona, "I think your wife is whoring you out."
"She's what?"
"Whoring you out. Using you for sex. Hittin' it and quittin' it. Fucking it and chucking it. Repeatedly."
Arizona scoffed, "shut up, it's not like that."
"Well what is it like then?" Alex asked.
Arizona didn't know the answer yet again, "it's…," she looked up thinking about how to answer, "It's a work in progress Karev. I'm going to get my wife back but it's definitely a work in progress."
"I hope you know that being a hump pad for your wife isn't going to get her back right? You have to actually talk."
Arizona kept quiet because she knew he was right. But she was too afraid to talk to Callie about anything other than sex or surgery, scared it would ruin whatever you call what she currently had with Callie.
"So are you and Robbins back together?"
Callie scoffed, looking up across the lab table at Derek she replied, "No, why?"
"I saw you two walking out of the 4th floor on-call room this morning… and the day before, and the day before that, and the day before that.." Derek replied nonchalantly never looking up from the cadaver brain in front of him.
"I just, it's just—," Callie stammered, surprised that Derek Shepherd the least gossiping person at this hospital was aware of her affair with her wife, "I just miss her that's all."
"Hmm. Well if you want to make it work you realize that dirty on-call room sex isn't going to fix anything right?"
Callie let out a sigh and looked down at the silver band on her ring finger, "Yeah no I get that. I'm just not sure right now whether I even want to make it work."
