After that day, Dr. Torres talked to me much more freely about everything, with the exception of Dr. Owen Hunt.

I learned that her first name is Calliope, which she is embarrassed about, so she goes by Callie. I didn't tell her that I thought it was beautiful.I learned that she is from a large family full of tens of cousins, aunts and uncles. She has a younger sister who still lives in Miami with the rest of her family.

She stereotypically loves Mexican food but won't go near Asian food, "its all the same!" she exclaims to me as I pick up orange chicken in the cafeteria one day. I don't argue with her, I just smile and drink in her energy, let it intoxicate me.

She loves being outside, but only if the weather is perfect. Oh, and she is happiest on the beach. When I ask her why the hell she is living in Seattle, she does her characteristic shrug with a deep sigh and says "I don't have an explanation for anything anymore".

She loves operating and adores her patients. She cried a week ago when a man returned for his third hip replacement post op follow up visit and was extremely upset because he was even more pain and had even more limitations in his range of motion. When he started throwing things, threatening to sue her, she remained calm. Instead of calling security like any other doctor would have, she tried to hug him, only to be shrugged off and cursed at.

What she wants more than anything is a house full of kids. "I'll take any healthy child," she says with her fantasizing grin, "but a daughter..." smiling even bigger at the thought. When I ask her why she hasn't had children yet, she blows it off saying, "it's not the right time" without further explanation. I don't push her to answer, because something tells me she would have been pregnant yesterday if she had it her way.

I find her miraculous, breathtakingly stunning. Her passion, her energy, invigorates me, keeps me on my toes. Yet her subtle mannerisms towards me, a friendly touch on the shoulder here, the way she comes up behind me and reads over my shoulder, give me some sense of security that I have never had with anyone, ever. We eat most of our meals together and spend little time apart during the day. Is our relationship borderline inappropriate? Maybe, but only because I know the thoughts I have had about her. On the outside, we are close colleagues, as we should be, given the amount of time we spend together. But between us, there is an unclassifiable chemistry. Not a day goes by without an urge to kiss her; not a night goes by without allowing myself to imagine what it would be like to be inside of her.

One afternoon, she let me leave early. She had a difficult operation in the morning and wanted the rest of the day off. Though I acted excited about my unexpected afternoon off, I couldn't help but feel like I missed her before I even left the hospital. Remembering I still had her credit card in my pocket after getting her daily chai tea this morning (which I often took home, accidentally, and was told it was no big deal), I took the opportunity to return it, to see her one last time.

When I entered her office, I found her dancing. And not the quiet shuffle type of dancing, the full on, hands in the air, shaking her cute little ass, dancing. She had her headphones in and couldn't see me, so I quietly closed the door and watched her for just a second, captivated by her, lusting for her. I wanted to throw her onto that desk and screw her senseless. I wanted to make her mine. Just as these thoughts began crossing my mind, she saw me. And instead of becoming embarrassed, she smiled bigger than I have ever seen her smile. Pulling her headphones out, so I could hear the music too. And we both just started dancing, jumping up and down, occasionally grabbing hands and swinging one another around. It felt so natural despite everything. I spun her into me and just once, she ground her perfect ass into my crotch, like a couple of horny high schoolers. I almost lost it right then and there. But she moved away, hands in the hair, dancing like nothing unusual had happened at all. When the song came to an end, we both slowed, breathless and slightly sweaty. She was glowing, radiating heat her head thrown back in a fit of giggles. It was in that moment of pure, unfiltered bliss, I stopped filtering my thoughts just briefly enough to realize that I was in love with Calliope Torres. And when she came back down and looked me in the eyes, our faces inches apart, she knew it. So she grabbed her coat and purse and left without a word spoken

xxxxxxx

A half hour later, I felt like I was still on fire from our encounter. I wish I knew what she was thinking, what this all meant

"Hey Arizona! It's weird seeing you here at this hour" Teddy, said to me as I walked into the apartment. She was a scribe too, but her schedule was much less relentless than mine.

"HA HA, Teddy". I said, setting my keys down.

"Seriously Arizona, all you do is work work work. I miss having you around!" Teddy said.

"I know I know, my days get long. We can get drinks tonight though if you want, as long as I am not out past 9:00 or so". I said.

She chuckled, "Whoa 9:00! Let's not get too crazy you might break a hip."

"Shut up, Teds" I said, plopping onto the couch.

"So, how was Dr. Torres today?" She asked.

"She was good…" I said, realizing that she would pick up on the fact that I was clearly hiding something. She raised one of her eyebrows, questioningly. Apparently I had been talking about Callie incessantly for the last few weeks. Teddy was constantly giving me shit for it.

"Arizona, you talk about this woman nonstop and today, she is just "good"? What's going on…?" She asked.

"Nothing! Seriously nothing. Callie is just a cool person. I like working for her" I said.

"Right. All I am saying is, I like my boss DOCTOR Grey too. But I can count on one hand the number of times I have talked about her outside of work. You on the other hand, talk about DOCTOR Torres five times a night if I let you." She said. I flushed.

"I don't know what you want me to say Teddy." I said.

"Don't say anything Arizona. Just watch yourself. She is married, TO A MAN. She is your boss. Nothing good will come from your feelings for her." Teddy said.

"Oh come on, Teddy, You really think I have feelings for Ca…Dr Torres?" I said defensively. She gave me the 'I'm not an idiot' look.

"If anything, it's just a girl crush. But it's nothing!" I said.

She smiled and shook her head. She paused for a moment, "From what I have seen and heard, this is anything but just a girl crush"