They stared at each other again, breathing heavily. Callie brought her fingers to her lips and touched them. Her hand was trembling and there was a dull ache around her heart. She looked at Arizona and could see the swirl of desire pooling her irises. She took a step forward, cupped Arizona's cheek and brought her lips crashing down again. She has tasted the forbidden, and there's no way in hell she's stopping now.

It was a sensation unlike anything Arizona had ever experienced. Callie's lips were impossibly soft and full against hers. Passion simultaneously erupted between them as the smooth texture and heat of their lips together fostered a raw urgency within both of them. Arizona wanted to put her hands on Callie's body but she was afraid that the spell would end. That any wrong move on her behalf and Callie would put a stop to this moment. It felt so right- Callie's lips, her softness and her passion- Arizona couldn't bear to think of it stopping. Not now, not when she had just got here. So, instead she brought her hands up to Callie's head and ran her fingers through the hairs tenderly. She felt Callie do the same and soon they were both grasping onto each other's heads. It wasn't long and now their hands were moving in tandem over each other's bodies above their clothing.

Needing more, Callie pushed Arizona against a pillar all the while moving her hand up to cup Arizona's ample cleavage under her top, under her barely-there bra. Arizona's nipple was hard and Callie rubbed it lightly with her thumb, all the while Arizona was biting and sucking at her lips with a famished fervour. Callie could tell Arizona was bruising her mouth but she didn't care. Quite the opposite really and feeling emboldened by Arizona's passion, Callie gave her nipple a quick pinch. Arizona drew in her breath sharply while still holding Callie close and pulled back to look into Callie's eyes.

They stood still and then Callie took Arizona's hand and placed it over heart. Arizona could feel Callie's heart hammering under her fingertips. She could feel the effect she had on Callie and for a moment she was taken aback because she never thought she had any effect on Callie. But this desire that was burning between them, was setting her soul on fire.

This time Arizona began. She started with feather-light touches around Callie's chest to send that initial wave of electricity through her nervous system, to instigate that sharp, back-arching jolt that awakens the animalistic lust lying dormant within. Placing her lips over Callie; she kissed her again, as passionately as possible. Just as she began to let her tongue inside those pillow-y lips, Callie pushed her back somewhat vehemently. Callie grasped both her hands in hers and draw those hands up to her face and hair. Arizona ran her fingers through Callie's gorgeous, soft, smooth hair and caressed the sides of her face as their kiss softened but did not decrease in necessity and intensity. It could have went on for the entire night, that kiss, or perhaps just moments; all Arizona knew is that that the kiss changed everything.

Callie gently laid Arizona down on the soft, feather-y, velvet carpet below and grasped both Arizona's hands and pinned them over her head as she kissed Arizona again. Her hips ground onto Arizona's and Arizona arched her back, trying in vain to get the pressure she craved against her most aching spots. Callie then pushed her hands inside and unclasped Arizona's bra and gently lifted it along with Arizona's shirt in one swift motion. Straddling Arizona, she saw that the slender woman's gorgeous breasts were literally heaving with her panting breath as her excitement level rose.

Arizona's nipples tightened quickly, in the chill and passion of the night, into pencil eraser sized buds. Callie dove in, sucking and nibbling on them, eliciting gasps of pleasure from Arizona. Arizona moaned out in pleasure as Callie sucked hard enough to pull her nipple outward and then relieving them with a pop. Grasping the back of her head Arizona encouraged Callie to continue and pressed her face into her heaving chest. Callie used her hands to mash Arizona's breasts together and let her own cheek rest on Arizona's incredible soft silky flesh as she licked a path between the valley of the globes.

Arizona felt light-headed. She always considered Callie to be an attentive lover but this was a different genre altogether. She had never felt Callie being so tender with her. She grabbed Callie's hair pulling her back to her aching nipples and Callie willingly went back to work, sucking and nibbling.

When Arizona's hips picked up rhythm in their desperate grinding Callie realized it was time to move further down. This would have to be the difficult part. Sure Callie knows how to pleasure a woman but she had never actually crossed the line of going down on a woman, not even Penny. Her pride and ego was too big to reciprocate oral sex. But with Arizona, Callie ached to full-fill those desires. She had tasted Arizona on her own fingers for weeks now and it had been driving her mad. Her dreams were wild and tormenting - dreams that consisted of her tasting Arizona from its source. But she withheld, she withheld because that would have been crossing a line. But now that line has been crossed, any boundaries between them have been erased.

She kissed, sucked and licked her way down to Arizona's navel. Arizona had the most adorable belly button and Callie couldn't help but run her tongue around it as she moved further down. Arizona stopped her briefly, declaring it 'unfair' that she still had her clothes on. Callie sat upright and pulled it off as sensuously as she knew how. Showing off, Callie unclasped her bra, and as soon as it hit the floor, Arizona was leaning up, caressing the skin underneath her breasts as her eyes stayed fixated there.

"I never thought..." Arizona drifted off.

"...that something could feel so fantastic?" Callis finished for her.

"Tsk tsk, such conceit." Arizona teased.

Callie laughed nervously. If only to placate the myriad of emotions and the burning desire between them.

"You are beautiful Calliope." Arizona stated somberly with meaning intoned in her words.

Callie felt at a loss of words. She had been called powerful. She had been called strong. But no one had ever called her beautiful.

"So are you." Callie said softly.

She returned her attention to Arizona's pulsating midriff which shone brightly in the moonlight. At that moment, Callie paused, stunned almost, at Arizona's beauty. Her breathtaking golden blonde hair was spread like a halo around her head, contrasting sharply with the dark velvet robe beneath them, in the bright light of the moon and the yellow fairy lights surrounding them. Arizona threw her head back and gasped as Callie ran her fingertips lightly along the waistband of her jeans. She thumbed the button open, shuffling back on the rug as Arizona lifted her hips to help her pull them down and off along with the drenched panties. Overcome with the unstoppable desire to taste her, Callie moved in and took the plunge.

When she was a child, Callie often would lie on her back in the grass and stare up at the clouds. She always wondered what it would be like to drink a cloud. She imagined it to be the epitome of refreshing. Cool, cotton like water would wash over her face as she would open her mouth to drink it in. Arizona, she thought, was just as refreshing.

As Callie ran her tongue from Arizona's opening to her already hardened clit she was taken aback by how wonderful Arizona tasted at her source. She knew she needed to hold back and move slowly so as not to overstimulate the sensitive bud, but her patience was running low. She feathered kisses and little nibbles on Arizona's outer lips. In between kisses and nibbles she would lightly run her tongue in between the lips of Arizona's sex. Arizona was very wet and moaning quite loudly now.

Arizona grasped Callie's head and pushed it further down which she took as a sign that she was getting this right. She could feel the velvety rug brushing her own hardened nipples as she ran her tongue firmly up against Arizona's slit until she reached the throbbing bud of her sex. Callie moved her tongue around it increasing the pressure as she spiraled it in towards the hardened nub of Arizona's clit.

Arizona was on cloud nine. At this moment she did not think that there was enough oxygen around them for her to catch a breath. She couldn't keep her back from arching up and her hips to ram itself on Callie's devouring mouth. She cried out as Callie applied more pressure on her sex with her tongue and closed her lips around it sucking while tonguing her clit firmly. In and out, Callie's tongue did it's magic. Arizona began to cry out gasping as shockwaves of pleasure slammed her to her very core.

Emboldened, Callie kept going, feeding off Arizona's frenzy as her hands raked up her neck. She knew Arizona was close again and wanted to feel her explode more than she wanted anything. This can't be the only time she ever tasted Arizona.

Callie moved her finger up and slipped it inside just as she felt Arizona tensing up in precursor to another orgasm. She hooked her finger upwards searching for the firm patch indicating Arizona's "g" spot and rubbed in a circular pattern. It didn't take long and Arizona erupted in a furious display of mind bending orgasm again.

Arizona cried out, grasped and pulled Callie's hair while pushing her face firmly into her sex. Callie sucked her cum as it flowed around her fingers, clamped in place by Arizona's spasming vagina.

Once she finished, Arizona tugged on Callie's arm and pulled her up to her face, drawing her in for a deep passionate kiss. After she had sucked and licked her cum from around Callie's mouth; she pushed her head into the crook of her shoulder where Callie felt just as satisfied as she knew Arizona did. As Callie rested her head there, their naked bodies intertwined and she began exploring Callie's flesh with her free hand.

They laid a few moments longer until the chill of night drained the flushed heat from their naked skin and motivated them to move on. They quickly got up and went for their bedroom where Callie was sure they would be repeating the dance of desire they had just started.

"I'm sorry, really, she's on her way," Edwards said to the four Russian men sitting in the office in Callie's restaurant.

"We been waiting an hour, she not coming," Anzor said in a thick Russian accent, while standing to grab his coat.

"No, wait! She's...just slightly delayed, She will be here. She always is," Edwards assured, checking her cell phone again to see if Callie had called. Edwards had contacted Alex hours ago. Alex said he had dropped Callie and Arizona off at Callie's loft, and that Callie had said she would drive herself over to the restaurant.

"No, she not coming. But tell her since we don't mean much to her, we now do business with the Shepherds. At least they show up for a meeting," Anzor growled, then he quickly spoke in Russian and his men followed him out.

Edwards threw her phone across the room. She knew where Callie was. Callie had been screwing up many business deals lately because of 'her', and now...they had lost out on the one deal Callie had been so adamant to get. Everyone wanted to do business with the Russians, and they had come to Callie specifically, because Callie was the best. Shit, this was going to turn bad if Amelia Shepherd landed that deal.

Callie trailed a wet path along Arizona's abdomen and then rolled over onto her back. Arizona was already half asleep, but still staring at her through the small slits of her eyelids. She pulled Arizona's body closer to her and started kissing her. She could never get enough of this. Callie was gently pecking, sucking on her bottom lip and then forcing her tongue in Arizona's mouth. Then once she was done worshipping the inside of her mouth, she would repeat again.

"Callie," Arizona lazily laughed, "You're going to give me a bruise on my lips if you don't stop!"

"I don't want to stop," Callie admitted, as she pressed her lips against hers again and slid her tongue inside Arizona's warm, sweet mouth.

Arizona soon quit resisting Callie's kissing, as she quickly fell asleep. Once it looked as though she were out for the count, Callie stared at her. She lightly rubbed her index finger over Arizona's full, luscious lips. She leaned down and dropped a soft peck on Arizona's forehead and then proceeded to tuck her in. The morning light was just peeking through the slits of the curtain and for the first time in years, Callie felt content

Callie leaned against the headboard and thought about her life. If...by chance Arizona stayed in it, what kind of girlfriend would she be? How would Arizona fit into her lifestyle? Would she accept the things Callie did? Arizona was too good of a person to turn a blind eye forever. Penny had loved it, but then again, she had a cruel streak in her and Penny's father was one of their business partners- it was the only reason Callie tolerated Penny's presence.

She looked down at Arizona. Arizona had an innocence that Callie wanted to protect. She had done her best in the beginning to destroy that, but now, she wanted to protect it. There was no innocence left in her, and Arizona being in her life, somewhat made up for that. Arizona still believed there was good in all people, even someone like Callie. She just didn't know all the people Callie had hurt. No, she had no clue how ruthless Callie could be. And she hoped Arizona would never have to know.

Another thought popped into her head. She wondered what kind of mother Arizona would be. She would probably be—what the fuck? What was she thinking? In the three years Callie had been with Penny, never once did she ever think of kids with her. The idea never crossed her mind. That's why it was such a shock when Penny had mentioned it during dinner on some random night. Callie had almost choked on her food. There was NO WAY in the world she would purposely ever impregnate Arizona. If Arizona wanted kids, who was she to deny her? Callie smiled and then shook her head. Not a chance. But then why did that thought cross her mind with Arizona?

Callie tried to quickly shake the idea from her head again. Besides, in her line of work...the more loved ones you have around, the more heartache you might find. People who hate you don't strike at you, they strike at the ones you love. Luckily, Callie had only had that problem once—with her mother, and she solved it. Anyone that knew her figured it would have been a waste of time going after Penny. Callie didn't want anything to happen to Penny, but she damn sure didn't love her. She didn't even like her.

But Arizona? She...cared, admired...those weren't strong enough, but Callie was nowhere near ready to admit the other words she knew she was already feeling. That four letter word...no. That wasn't it. No matter how amazing the past few days had been, it would all end soon, and she would go back to her life. She thought of Arizona going back to her own life. Possibly finding a new girlfriend. Callie's jaw tightened at the thought.

The next morning, Arizona woke up and found Callie asleep and leaning against the headboard like she had sat up all night. She had never woken up before Callie. Usually, Callie was either fiddling around in the living room or gone. She smiled as she stared at Callie's face. Her perfect nose and lips, and thin black eyelashes that somehow made her bright brown eyes stand out even more when they were open. She rose up and quickly pecked Callie on the lips. Callie slowly opened her eyes and smiled at her.

"Good morning, Calliope" Arizona smiled as she straddled Callie's lap.

"Good morning, Arizona," Callie whispered back as she kissed her.

After they finally drug themselves from the bedroom, into the shower, and into clean clothes, it was already late in the afternoon.

"Do you like Mexican?" Callie asked, as she grabbed her jacket and keys.

Arizona tucked her bottom lip into her mouth and smiled as she eyed Callie up and down. "I thought that would have been obvious," she said, grinning at Callie, dimples popping.

Callie walked up to her and kissed her for the hundredth time since the night before. "Mmm," she moaned as she pulled away from Arizona. "I'm going to cook for you tonight."

Arizona smiled. "You can cook?" she asked, surprised.

Callie arched an eyebrow. "I'm a Latina, what the fuck? Of course I can."

Arizona laughed and locked her arms around Callie's neck to deliver another kiss.

"So—mmm-be ready-by-eight, mmm...damn, Arizona," Callie said, as Arizona continued to kiss her through her words. "Okay, wear something sexy and I'll see you in a few hours, okay?"

Arizona nodded and Callie gently cupped her face and kissed her hard and deep, her tongue exploring her mouth. Callie almost had it memorized. She quickly pulled away from Arizona and exited her loft. She had to get out of there before she stripped Arizona down and made love to her again. Make love? That word usually didn't come in her mind oft—ever.

In the lobby of her building, Callie smiled at Webber, "Good morning, Richard."

"Good morning, Ms. Torres. Nice day, huh?"

"The best," Callie returned. In her car, Callie grabbed her cell phone to call her house, but the battery was dead. Crap. And she had no charger in this car, because she rarely used it. She would just have to wait until she got home. But for some reason, now that she was away from Arizona and the powerful spell she cast on her, Callie felt as though she were forgetting something. Wallet? Check. Phone? Check. What the hell was nagging at her? It was probably nothing, so Callie tried to ignore it.

When she arrived at her house, she walked inside and saw Mark sitting on the couch eating a sandwich. "Good morning, Mark." Mark was about to take a bite into his sandwich, when Callie greeted him. He held it there for a few seconds, before he lowered it. "Um, good morning to you too, Callie."

Before Mark could say anything further, Callie hopped up the stairs, entered her office and closed the door. She sighed as she thought of Arizona. She wished Arizona had come with her. She should have just kept Arizona by her side today, since she would be back over there in a few hours anyway. But they never could have any peace at her house. Too many people are always around. She walked over to her desk to check her messages.

"Hello, Callie."

Callie swung around to find Edwards sitting casually on the couch. What the hell? Why the hell was Edwards in her office?

"Edwards, what the hell are you—," then it hit her like a ton of bricks. Edwards's expression and reason for being in her office. The nagging feeling she had in the car. No, no, no. Now Callie remembered...the Russians.

"Fuck!" She shouted. Goddamn it! How the hell could she forget the most important meeting? That wasn't her...she didn't make mistakes like that! Shit!

Edwards sat calmly on the couch with her briefcase open. "Yes, the Russians. Want to know the update?"

Callie really didn't. She could only imagine. She had wanted that deal with Anzor and she had just blown it. Not Edwards, or Mark or anyone else that worked for her. Just her. It was her fault.

Callie sighed and leaned against her desk.

Edwards pushed her glasses further onto her face. "They waited for an hour, and when you looked to be a no-show, Anzor said they were meeting with Shepherds' instead."

"Shit," Callie mumbled to herself. How in the hell could she forget a meeting like that? THE most important one to date. They literally had flown all the way from Russia to meet with her. It was one thing to be late...which she never was. But to not show up at all...out of the question. What the hell was wrong with her?

Edwards cleared her throat. "Can I say something, Callie?" Callie nodded. "Look, we're friends, so I'm saying this with the utmost respect for you. I think you're an incredible business woman and that's one of the reasons I left my comfy legit job to come work for you. You always have your shit together...and I've admired that over the past couple of years. But, for the past few weeks, you haven't really been paying close attention to the business. I mean, I have documents that you haven't sat down to read because you've been spending most of your time with Robbi—at your loft. Things are slipping, and they have been for a while now. I tried calling you several times last night, practically begging Anzor to stay, but he was pretty pissed that he wasted his time. He's like you...only Russian."

Callie sat there thinking about what Edwards had just said. Callie also had a lot of respect for Edwards. Unlike Mark, Edwards kept in business mode all the time. No family, no friends...just numbers and business. Most people never sacrificed relationships to excel and become the best at something, at any cost. But Edwards had...and for most of her life, so had Callie. Until Arizona. Callie felt like a fool.

"I mean, please correct me if I'm wrong Callie," Edwards continued, "but I thought this deal with her was strictly sex. Nothing more. I mean, is she your girlfriend now?"

Callie cut her eyes toward Edwards and narrowed them. "No, she's not." Callie knew right then what she had to do. She needed to cut this bullshit and get her business back on track. She had worked ten damn years getting what her father had left off the ground and really making something of it, and she almost destroyed part of that in a few days all because of Arizona. She wasn't her girlfriend...she was...just a girl. She didn't matter. What was important was that Callie didn't let down the people who had worked for her and been loyal to her over the years. They depended on her to keep it together and make the right decisions. Not some girl who was only supposed to have been in her life for seven days.

Yeah, it was time for the old Calliope Torres to step up.

"Get me Anzor's contact information," Callie commanded as she went to sit behind her desk.

"Callie, they said that was it. They're going with Shepherds' now," Edwards said.

"That's not what I asked you," Callie stated cooly. "Do your job."

Edwards sighed and handed Callie Anzor's number.

Arizona was so excited about her date tonight with Callie. She was beaming from ear to ear. Ms. Big Bad Boss Lady was going to cook her an authentic Mexican meal. Just the thought of Callie maneuvering around the kitchen made her laugh. Callie didn't seem like the domestic kind. But she believed it was the thought that counted so when Callie would get there, she would let Callie off the hook, and cook something for her instead. Her little surprise. Her mother was an amazing cook, and had taught her some tricks of the trade. She couldn't wait to show them off.

Arizona browsed through her now full closet, and slipped into a cute, short dark pink dress with loose straps and sexy heels. She figured Callie would like what she was wearing. Hell, dinner might not get cooked tonight she thought with a smile.

Around seven forty-five, she grabbed a bottle of champagne, opened it and started celebrating their mini break-through from the night before. She sipped the glass and sat down on the couch.

Around eight fifteen, Arizona had still not heard from Callie. Callie was usually very punctual...so being even fifteen minutes late wasn't like her. She grabbed the phone and dialed her cell. It rang a few times and then went to voicemail. She left Callie a quick message and then poured herself another glass of champagne.

Around nine and still no Callie, Arizona called her cell again. No answer. She then looked in her purse and found her house number that Callie had once written down for her. She dialed it.

"Hello?"

Arizona didn't recognize the woman's voice. "Um, hello. Is Callie there?"

"May I ask who's calling?"

"Arizona."

There was a brief pause and then the person on the other line said, "Sorry, Ms. Torres is not here. I can take a message."

"Um, okay. Can you just tell her Arizona called and for her to call me as soon as she can? That I'm worried about her."

"Sure," the voice said, and then hung up.

Arizona just stared at the phone. Callie's not at her house, and she hadn't called her. What the hell was going on? She was really starting to worry. She knew that Callie wasn't in the friendliest of businesses, so she hoped nothing bad had happened.

After her third glass, Arizona kept switching back and forth from worry to anger. Surely Callie could have reached a phone to let her know she wasn't coming? Or that something had happened? God, she wished she knew Mark's cell phone number. After pacing back and forth for a few hours, off and on, Arizona laid down on the couch. She thought of last night and this morning with Callie. Callie was such a different person now than when she had met her several weeks ago. Then, Callie had been cold and distant. But now, she was so different, and she knew...even though she was scared to admit it, she was falling in love with Callie. Maybe it was Stockholm syndrome or something like that, Arizona thought. She laughed at the idea and then quickly fell asleep.

When Arizona woke up the next morning, for a brief moment she didn't know where she was. Damn those sneaky three glasses of champagne. She rubbed her face, smearing last night's eyeliner into her eyes. She yawned and then sprinted over to the cordless phone to see if there were any messages. Zero. She dialed Callie's cell phone again. No answer. Then she tried the house phone again, but this time it only rang and then went to voicemail.

Arizona paced back and forth again, trying to figure out what to do. She was tired of being stuck in this condo with no explanations, and she was scared that something had happened to Callie. Was she okay? She tried not to be irrational, so she took a shower and changed into a cute outfit with jeans and a floral top. She tried to sit down and think about this reasonably, but she couldn't come up with any answers. Callie hadn't been apart from her for more than a few hours since the first night she came to this loft.

Arizona tried to keep her mind off of Callie. She tried to watch some movies, but that didn't work. She tried to play Scrabble, but her mind kept drifting to Callie. It was now late in the afternoon, going on almost a day and a half that she hadn't seen Callie. Something was definitely wrong.

That's it, she thought. She grabbed her purse, Callie's car keys and went downstairs. Webber helped her find the parking space and she pulled the Large Silver SUV out onto the street. She wasn't familiar with driving to Callie's place, so she missed a turn and got confused, but she eventually found the road she needed. For some reason Arizona had butterflies in her stomach. Would Callie be mad at her for taking her car? What reason would Callie give her for her absence?

It was already dark by the time Arizona reached the iron gates leading up to house. She pressed the intercom button.

"Yes?" a voice said.

"Hi, I'm Arizona. I'm here to see Callie," she said, looking up at the several security cameras that were turning in her direction.

The voice paused and then she heard some muffled sounds, and then a voice she did recognize finally answered.

"Hey Robbins, it's Mark," he said in his usual warm manner.

She smiled. "Hey Mark, can I come in?"

She could have sworn he hesitated for a moment, but then the gate opened. Arizona drove up to the house as she saw Mark coming out to greet her. She noticed that he had quickly shut the door behind him. She got out and walked up to him.

"Hey, Robbins!" Mark said, while wrapping her in a bear hug. She laughed and hugged him back.

"Hey Mark, how are you?"

"I'm alright. Can't complain. So, what brings you here?" he asked, but Arizona could tell he looked uncomfortable. And what an odd question. What was going on?

"Well, I'm just worried about Callie. She hasn't contacted me since yesterday afternoon. Is she okay? Is she here?"

Arizona watched Mark's face closely. "He's, um...well, Robbins, she was bombarded with so many meetings. I mean, they've been back to back to back, you know."

Arizona wasn't buying it. Something was definitely wrong. Even if Callie were in back to back meetings she would have called her. Or stopped by after they were done. But she hadn't received anything from Callie.

"Is she here?" she asked again, walking towards the door.

"Uh, no. She's gone," Mark said, a little too quickly for Arizona's liking.

Arizona walked around him and up to the door, before Mark could grab her. She was about to enter when she heard Mark's plea. "Robbins, please don't go in there," he said softly. Immediately Arizona felt her stomach twist into knots and her breath quicken. Her head was hurting and she was getting nervous for some reason. But she ignored her feelings and his warning, and pushed the front door open.

Inside, everything looked normal. Nothing was out of place, no blood splattered on the wall, no goons holding anyone hostage. Why was Mark worried?

She glanced to the side and noticed a small woman with glasses walking towards her. She hadn't seen her before. She walked up to her and extended her hand.

"Hi, Arizona, right? I'm Edwards," she said.

Arizona shook her hand, but her eyes looked cold. Almost as cold as Callie's could look at times. And then she realized she recognized her voice. She was the one on the phone when she had called...and the first voice on the intercom. Arizona immediately tensed. Something about the way Edwards was looking at her put her off.

"Yes. Nice to meet you," she lied as Edwards tightly gripped her hand. Mark walked over to Arizona.

"Robbins, I think it's best if you go back to the loft. I'm sure Callie will come see you when she gets a chance," Mark said.

"Yeah, that probably is the best thing," Edwards chimed in.

"Mark, what the hell is going on? Just be honest with me!" Arizona said, ignoring Edwards's comment. She then looked back and forth between both, waiting on someone to clarify where Callie was.

Before either could answer, Arizona noticed Mark's eyes dart behind her. She turned to see what he had glanced at, when she saw her.

A thin, blonde woman in a pixie-cut hairdo, in a skimpy black dress came walking down the stairs, from Callie's room. The girl looked up at Mark.

"What the hell is taking her so long?" she asked in a lazy, high pitched voice. She placed her skinny elbow into her side and stared at Arizona before turning to Mark. "Is she coming with us?"

"Heather, why don't you go wait back over there, okay?" Mark said, irritated.

Who the hell was Heather? And why was she here?! Arizona prayed to God that this was not what she thought it was. She couldn't even speak. She just stared at the girl, who was completely ignoring her. As Arizona's mind was busy twirling, she heard a door shut upstairs and she glanced toward the sound. She saw Callie coming around the corner dressed in one of her power suits again. She stopped at the top of the stairs when their eyes connected. For a second, she could have sworn Callie looked surprised, but that was quickly replaced with her nonchalant mask. She quickly descended the steps and walked up to the small group.

"They're meeting us in fifteen minutes, right?" Callie asked, not bothering to turn to Arizona.

"Correct," Edwards said.

Callie then grabbed Heather around the waist and escorted her out the front door.

AN 1 - I know, I know. That was really low of Callie but what to do? It won't be authentic if Callie doesn't runs away from her feelings. Question is how low has Callie gone? How much further down will she go?

AN 2 - Plus those intimate moments should be worth the angst that's coming y'all's way. P.S, characterisation wise this is Heather Steak Knives and not Heather Brooks!

AN 3- Thank you 100 reviews! Hence the bonus update.

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