AN: So, we meet again. I kind of love this chapter, I hope it tickles you, as well.

I rolled over with a groan. There was no way that it was morning yet. I felt like I had just fallen asleep, but something was bringing me out of my peaceful slumber, and it felt exactly like Callie waking me up with her singing in the shower. Cautiously cracking my eyes open, I discovered that it was clearly too dark to be morning. The second thing I noticed was that the noise that had woken me was coming from Callie's room. The third thing I comprehended was not lyrics or melodies, it sounded suspiciously like moaning and giggling. Assuming that I was hallucinating, I sat straight up and craned my neck to listen closer.

Grunts and groans of pleasure followed by muffled laughter combined with the clear sounds of a jostling bed told me that there was definitely sex happening in the next room. That pissed me off. Who the hell did she think she was bringing some random guy to my home? She was a guest in my house, she couldn't just invite people over. They were also inconsiderately loud. Glancing at the clock I realized that it was just after midnight. She knew I was already asleep, yet she had no qualms about having vociferous sex right next to my room. When a particularly ecstasy filled moan floated through the thin barrier, I laid down on my side and jammed a pillow over my ear. I really didn't need to hear her get off. Glowering at the wall, I recited the periodic table of elements, hoping that a mundane task would distract me from the ardent rumpus.

The next time I woke up, the culprit was a passionate rendition of "You Shook Me All Night Long" belted by Callie. This time I didn't doubt that morning had arrived. It also mildly amused me that she would sing that song…apparently the sex was very good.

About fifteen minutes later, Callie came into my room, "Hey."

"Morning." That was the extent of our verbal communication. It had become a silent agreement and subsequent habit to not start any conversation or acknowledge each other beyond necessity during that first part of the morning. We didn't converse or interact past her helping through my routine, until I had gotten dressed and joined her for breakfast. Somehow, that helped. It was if she was trying to grant me as much privacy and solace in my primary morning as possible. Then, our morning together could start at an appropriate time, like after showering and putting on clothes.

When I wheeled out and approached my place at the kitchen table, she greeted me, "Good morning. I made pancakes today. I know that it's not your usual, but I did cut up fresh fruit and made whipped cream to put on top, so maybe you'd want to make an exception?"

The sex must have been amazing. Her smile shone abnormally bright and she made a special breakfast. "Um, yeah, sure." Watching her arch a surprised eyebrow and a small smirk cross her lips, I added, "I didn't sleep very well, maybe a heartier breakfast will help wake me up." I narrowed my eyes and studied her for any reaction to my passive aggressive jab.

As she sipped from her mug, she tilted her head, "Why didn't you sleep well? Are you having pain in your leg? Or phantom pain? I have some tricks that will help."

It bugged me that not only did she miss my pointed admission, but she seemed genuinely concerned for my well being. Bitch. "No, no pain. I was woken up by some very loud and very intimate sounds coming from your room…it's difficult to sleep through all that."

"Oh." If I didn't know better, I'd say that a slight blush colored her cheeks, but she quickly shook it off. "Sorry about that. I didn't think about how loud we were. Plus, you sleep pretty heavy…I'll make sure we're quieter next time." She grinned and took a bite of her pancakes and strawberries.

I gritted my teeth and gulped a mouthful of coffee before answering, "Well, I'd really appreciate it if you didn't bring strange men into my home. I live here, not you. So, if you're going to sleep with someone you can do it at his place or at a hotel or in an alley, for all I care. But, not here. I really don't want whatever random guy you pick up to be in my house."

Callie flashed me an innocent look as she flipped another pancake in the pan, "I'd never bring a random guy to your place."

I furrowed my brows, "So, a boyfriend?" I don't know why, but I just expected her to be single.

"Nope."

"What the hell are you…" I trialed off when I heard what sounded like the door to her bathroom open and footsteps in her room. "Wait, he's still here?"

Callie shook her head, "No, he's not."

I rolled my eyes and glared at her back, still able to hear movement behind her door, "Are you kidding me? I lost my leg, not my ears. I can hear someone in your room."

Before she could answer, the door to her room opened and someone I certainly didn't, but maybe should have, expected waltzed out. The woman was tall and lean, with auburn hair that laid perfectly in place, and deep, but sparkling blue eyes. Her clothes were sophisticated and classy, adding an air of power and poise to her already stunning presence. I'm pretty sure that I had started to drool as she strode up to me. "Hey, I'm Addison Montgomery, you must be Dr. Robbins. Callie has told me a lot about you, although, I must confess to knowing quite a bit about you, professionally, already. You're a legend in the making."

I cleared my throat and shook my head as I grasped her hand. I couldn't seem to quite get out any words.

A small giggle behind me snapped me out of my daze real quick, "You alright there, Arizona?"

With a brief glare at Callie, I turned back to Addison, "I'm sorry, it's nice to meet you…wait, are you Dr. Montgomery, the neonatal surgeon?" I'd heard of her, too. She was fantastic.

"The one and only. I take it Callie doesn't talk about me? Cal, I'm hurt. You should be introducing yourself as Dr. Callie Torres, friend of Dr. Addison Montgomery. That way people would like you."

Callie smacked her hand as Addison tried to take a whipped cream covered strawberry off Callie's plate, "Everyone likes me, so get over yourself…and get your own food."

Addison jerked her head toward me, "I don't think she likes you."

I smirked at Callie as she feigned hurt, "Maybe not, but I'll grow on her."

Addison laughed, "Yeah, you do that…" She set her purse on the table and dug through it for a few moments. "Hey, do you have any idea what happened to my phone?"

Callie shook her head, "Not specifically…Here's yours." She set a plate of pancakes and bananas in front of Addison. "I think I remember seeing it on the night stand, I'll go look. You two behave yourselves."

I suddenly felt uncomfortable. I was in my kitchen with a beautiful and talented surgeon. I felt extremely inadequate and small. I never used to feel this way around women. I didn't like it, at all. Plus, I still struggled with the revelation that Callie was gay. It's not like it's a big deal, or that it changes anything. It's more shocking that I didn't suspect it. Not knowing what to do with all the emotions battling in me, I studied my lap and fidgeted with my fingers.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to invade your space or anything. Last night wasn't really all that planned." Addison's voice broke through my self-deprecating bubble.

I looked up into her face, "No, you're fine. I just…I wasn't expecting…Callie didn't tell me that she was seeing someone…" I let the sentence die out as I tried to come up with something more intelligent to say.

"We're not together. We've been friends for a really long time and sometimes we just…I don't know, fall together? She doesn't really do relationships since Emily, and I like unattached fun, so this arrangement works well for us. But, that's probably more information than you wanted to know…so, let's leave it at we're old friends." She shot me a dazzling smile that took my breath away a little. Damn, she was gorgeous.

Trying to hide my reaction to her, I didn't really think about the fact that I was showing interest in Callie's life, "Who's Emily?"

Addison studied me for a moment, then spoke, "If she didn't tell you, I can't. It's a long story." I nodded and cut a piece of my breakfast off and put it in my mouth. They were absolutely the most delicious and awesome pancakes that had ever graced my tongue. "She likes you, you know."

I snapped my eyes up to hers, nearly choking on my food from the unanticipated assertion. Swallowing hard, I rasped out, "Um, what?" Callie couldn't like me, I'd been doing everything I could to make her feel unwelcome, because I certainly didn't like her. She can't like someone that hates her, right? And, what exactly did she mean by 'like'?

"Callie. I think you intrigue her. It's nice to see her like that again." Her tone and posture were casual, like she was explaining a dull surgical procedure, but a small smile indicated that she was discussing something of importance.

I didn't have time to process an answer before Callie reentered the kitchen, "Sorry, that took so long. I found it under the bed. You must have kicked it off the table when you-" She glanced at me with a coy smile, "When you moved around during the night."

Addison rolled her eyes, "Thanks." She tossed the phone in her bag, "I hate to eat and run, but I have a consult I have to be at this morning." I watched as she leaned over and placed a quick, but sweet kiss on Callie's lips, "Bye, babe. If you need me…"

Callie grinned, "I know where to find you. Thanks, Addy."

A salacious smile curled the red head's lips as she purred, "Anytime." With a light laugh, she turned to me, "And, Dr. Robbins, it was a pleasure to finally meet you. I hope we can work on something together at some point. See if you're really the genius your reputation claims you are."

I couldn't help but grin in return as she winked at me, "Yeah, I'd like that."

With that, she walked out of the apartment. I was caught off guard at the display between the two women. I liked the Callie I saw with Addison. Once again, I thought that had circumstances been different, I might have easily befriended Callie. But, in reality, we were doomed to a caged existence of locked horns and resentment.

"I'd offer to hook you two up, but I'm just selfish enough to not want to share her with you." When I just fixed her with an annoyed and disbelieving look, she continued, "Oh, come on, you were practically drooling over her. And, she's great. Smart, hot, talented behind comprehension, she has a great heart, and is wonderfully sarcastic. You'd two would actually make a good couple…" Her eyes clouded for a moment, then cleared, "But, like I said, I'm not sharing."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I didn't ask you to fix me up with her. I'm not dating, right now, and I'm definitely not dating someone you're sleeping with." I was getting very confused and irritated with this conversation.

"We're just friends." Callie dropped the frying pan into the sink with a loud crash, "And, I just thought I saw a connection between the two of you, and definite potential, so I was just saying…" She trailed off and furrowed her brows. I saw something flash in her eyes as she took a deep breath.

Deciding to use that opportunity to get some revenge in the whole emotional vulnerability department, I smirked and leaned closer to her as she came over to get my plate, "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were jealous…" A sharp look from her gave me a rush as I realized that I was on the right track. "You're getting angry, that means I'm right. You're jealous of chemistry between your sex buddy and your patient." At this point, I could feel annoyance and confusion coming from Callie, but she was doing a decent job of masking it with a layer of indifference. From a stroke of genius, I decided to add, "The question is, which one of us are you jealous of?" I flashed her a taunting smirk, sure that that would be enough to knock her off her high horse.

However, when she jerked her eyes from their spot on the wall behind me to stare directly down into mine, I was taken aback by the intensity. "You know what?" Callie spat as she broke our gaze to scribble on a piece of paper, "Nevermind. Here's her number. Go nuts." With that she stormed to her room and slammed the door.

My mouth hung open in shock. I had won. Weeks of her pushing all my buttons, always staying cool no matter what I threw at her, to finally lose it in that moment. I hadn't predicted that at all. It seemed so insignificant, but it had shaken her. If I hadn't been looking so closely, I might not have noticed how flustered she really was under her calm exterior, but I did notice. In my moment of victory, I happily shoveled a forkful of pancake into my mouth and chewed. I chose to ignore the subtle, but piercing fact that she hadn't answered my question.

AN: I love Addison. That's all.