Arizona rushed out of the hospital, only stopping on the street to grab a red wine and a small bouquet of irises for her kitchen counter. She was practically skipping down the street, and the only thing that slowed her down was the fear of Cristina Yang driving by on her motorcycle and flipping her off for being so damn perky, but she couldn't help that she finally felt apart of Seattle Grace. Aside from Mark and Addison, she made friends with the other surgeons who no longer listened to Erica's spiteful words about her treatment methods or her "unprofessional, slutty" behavior. She's been accepted into the community of her patients and their families, especially Wallace had a tight hold on her heart. And then there was Callie. Her heart fluttered at the idea of simply seeing her again, which had her pulling the flowers closer to her face and taking in the sweet air. When she arrived home, she quickly swept up and reorganized the pillows on her couch about a thousand times until finally there was a knock on the door. She quickly adjusted the pizza boxes on the counter, spreading them out before she walked to the door, trying to look at ease.

"Addie, hey," Arizona's smile twitched, stuck in a dichotomy of feelings. Addison was her best friend. Addison also wasn't Callie.

"Don't look so happy to see me," Addie joked, but she was confused, wondering if Arizona forgot about girls' night.

"Sorry, sorry. I always get nervous having people over I guess," she mumbled out.

"I know. I haven't been over here yet. I'd say we need to hang out more, but I talk to you more than Mark."

"Well, that's just for your mental health," Arizona joked, shutting the door behind them as Addison already started opening the wine bottle.

"Hah, did he finally get to tell you his date plan?"

"Yes, I didn't know he could be so adorable," Arizona gushed, thinking about how meticulous Mark planned every detail, even pulling out a small spiral notebook that had different points for Arizona to read.

"I could say the same for you. Flowers?" Addison raised her eyebrow, catching the vase as she poured them two glasses of wine.

"They're just for decoration…" Arizona trailed off, knowing Addison could read her so well despite the fact that they've only known each other for a few months.

"Um, how was Callie?" Arizona asked in between sips, trying to be as casual as possible.

"Oh, I forgot to text you. She was in the basement, so good call, but she left pretty quick. Something about Erica, I don't even know." Addison brushed it off, but Arizona wanted to probe for more. She leaned in rapt interest, wine and pizza forgotten. When Arizona didn't answer, Addison continued, "but I did text her to come."

"Okay, yeah," Arizona tried to shake her thoughts, but they gnawed and gnawed at her mind. Too distracted, she let Addison pick the movie, and of course it was cheesy romcom that seemed to taunt Arizona more and more as time passed, and Callie's disappearance haunted her. Biting her nails, she peeled the skin away, biting down bit by bit. When the rain inevitably started in the movie as the characters walked away from each other, Arizona's body begged to release a gruff laugh. It was ironic really that she would be upset about a storage closet hook-up not showing up to a three lady ladies' night. This was Arizona behavior. It had her name written all over it, even she could admit that, so why was her chest burning at Callie's silence? Why couldn't she focus on a movie that had Addison so immersed she hadn't noticed Arizona's struggle right next to her? Maybe because to her it wasn't a storage closet hook-up, maybe she was getting too soft in Seattle. As the movie came to an end, Addison jumped up to put the second one on, completely immersed.

Arizona could laugh. She could fall into a ball of laughter right now as another hour ticked by without a word from Callie. As Arizona felt Addison start starring at her while she nervously ate slice after slice of pizza looking at the door with desperation.

"Arizona, I swear we put on a different movie than Ramona and Beezus, and you can't even focus," Addison joked to ease her friend, but the blonde's eyes were so glued to the door that she simply didn't hear Addison or chose to ignore her.

"Hey, come here." Addison said, softly. She changed her approach and pulled the blonde close to her chest, and surprisingly, her favorite peds surgeon didn't put up a fight.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," Arizona mumbled into her shoulder, clutching to Addison's expensive shirt that Arizona really couldn't afford to be gripping it with such strength as a tear or two escaped.

"Nothing is wrong with you, sweetie. I need you to answer me one question, okay? I need you to be honest, and we will figure it out. Is this about a patient, or is this about a certain girl that has yet to walk through that door?" When Arizona's head flew back into her shoulder upon hearing the second question, Addison closed her eyes tightly. She pulled the blonde in tighter, rocking their upper bodies lightly and twisting her fingers lightly through blonde hair.

"Do you want to talk about it," Addison asked softly when Arizona finally released her, but Arizona adamantly shook her head no.

"Do you care if I at least stay? I'll watch Ramona and Beezus," Addison offered, smiling when Arizona let out a small snort into the tissue that was supposed to be wiping her eyes.

"You don't have to watch a kids movie with me because I'm an embarrassing mess right now," Arizona promised her that it was okay to leave, to walk away and maybe even laugh about it, but Addison didn't budge, except to put the movie on.

"Oh my god!" Addison burst out laughing, slapping her hand on the family-sized pack of Oreos that slowly emptied between the two of them. For the first time that night, Arizona joined in. Arizona missed her brother every day he wasn't by her side, and while Mark tried to replicate the security a brother offers, Arizona never knew what it was like to have a moment with a sister, to mourn something she never had, but also feel grateful to have for the first time of her life. A sister.

Addison took her job seriously, which is why when she saw Arizona needed someone this week, she didn't back down, but she also didn't tell anyone, not even Mark. While she didn't know exactly what happened between Callie and Arizona, she knew Arizona needed a person, and Addison could provide comfort without Mark's added aggression to push the two to reconcile, to stop arguing for the sake of his mentality. Addison knew to draw lines in the sand, and she knew not to make anyone cross anything they weren't ready for, which again is why she didn't speak a word about that night to Mark, which is also why she couldn't decipher him physically stomping towards her right now.

Earlier at lunch

"I'm in over my head Mark," Callie confessed, turning her head left and right to make sure there was nobody in the cafeteria that could overhear her.

"Huh. with Erica?" He questioned, but without really looking at, tired of going in the same circles with her about her relationship.

"No…yes…I don't know." Callie's voice shook. It shook, and Mark finally looked up, seeing the dishevelment of his friend for the first time. Her hair, usually wavy and wild, now just looked frizzy and flat while her eyes carried so much weight, he swore he could fit a quarter in her eye bags—he felt Addison punch him right there with that thought.

"I know we've had a little rough patch, but I'm always here Cal. You're my best friend," he said in all seriousness, the imaginary punch from Addison in his head doing wonders to his focus right now.

"Arizona is your best friend."

Mark prepped to apologize, to explain their friendship, but Callie continued.

"and she's perky and she skates and she wears a pink scrub cap with butterflies that is so sweet, it's sickening."

"You're a little hot and cold aren't you," he said, trying to fill the space while also not getting at what she was trying to say.

"I'm trying to talk to you," Callie huffed.

"Sorry, sorry," he turned towards her, noting the vulnerability.

"She's like the opposite of Erica, and I like Erica." Mark raised a brow, but Callie either didn't notice or didn't care enough as she carried on, "we get along and we can gloom together and"

"and she's not my hot perky best friend," Mark finally picked up on what Callie was slowly trying to put down.

"I'm not saying that" Callie rushed out, but Mark couldn't take the whiplash anymore.

"Do you like Robbins, Torres? Is that what I'm getting at it because if you say yes, I think I'll jump on this caf table right now and dance."

"Mark shut up right now—" Callie darted her head around the lunch room, quickly surveying as many faces as she could. In her haste, the sound of two heavy footsteps landing on the table had her stomach plummeting.

"That's not what I'm saying," she spit out in desperation as her hands grabbed at him, trying to pull him down off the table.

"but it's not what you're not saying," he sung but did relent by moving back into his seat, waving off the looks of nurses in the cafeteria.

"Mark, can you please be serious? This is…this is a lot for me, okay. Erica and I took a short break, and I was so, so confused that I tried to talk to Arizona, and she had this long speech about sexuality that hit me so hard, I just wanted her. I wanted her so bad I let her press me against the shelves of a storage closet, and I…I can't even describe her. I thought that was it, that I saw leaves, and I was never turning back. Then, Erica came to my apartment, begging at my feet that she loved me. She brought all my favorite things. She saw me for who I was for the first time, and despite it all, she hasn't let me…not really. We've taken breaks, yeah, it's hard, but she keeps coming back. She's coming back, and that has to mean something. It has to mean love, and I can't throw that away for someone who sees every woman as a fling. I mean every single one of my nurses has seen her naked, and she didn't talk to any of them after." Callie justified her reasoning, reciting the same speech she practiced in the mirror this morning after Erica left her apartment. She said it word for word, and the further she got through it, the more she saw Mark shaking his head, that part didn't happen in her mirror.

"Do you think I'm incapable of committing?"

"this has nothing to do with—"

"Please, you've said it yourself. Robbins and I are similar. We sleep around. We hook up to distract. We want to have fun when we can, but it doesn't mean we don't want to lay down next to the same girl every night and hold them until they fall asleep and hold them until they wake up the next day."

"She's new here. She likes the fun, and she will resent me down the line when she wants to go out and pick-up some new girl that works at the hospital. I mean not even marriage could stop my husband from wanting to pick up another girl here. I'm not the type of person Arizona needs, but it's proven that I am the type of person Erica needs."

"Arizona is not O'Malley…" Mark prepared to argue back, but Callie sternly cut him off.

"I refuse to lose my girlfriend over a storage closet hook-up."

"If you made up your mind, why did you even ask me?" Mark uttered in disbelief, before he got up, not caring to hear her answer.

Meanwhile, Cristina was confused, noticing the peds surgeon had finally met her own dark and twisty gloom, and, hey if that made her peds service more digestible than cotton candy, Cristina would bask in little miss sunshine's rain clouds.

Trudging along to the next room for rounds, Arizona took a deep breath, motioning for Cristina to pause. Unsure if she should ask if her attending was okay, Cristina awkwardly looked at her shoes, squeaking them on the floor to find something to busy herself with. When she finally looked back up, Arizona was smiling, a very wide, scary smile that would probably traumatize this poor kid.

"Hey, Wallace," Arizona made sure her voice held steady of excitement, and as usual the boy jumped to its call. Except this time, he trashed back down in a fit of pain.

"Oh, no Wallace," she rushed over while his mother explained the bad night they had.

"Order a quick scan, and honestly tell them to get an OR prepped," Arizona demanded to Cristina over her shoulder, grasping at Wallace to check his stomach. She quickly scanned him while his mother repeated "bad dreams, bad dreams go away," which clenched the blonde's heart more than it should have. Tomorrow was their birthday celebration, a celebration she promised to get off early for and bring lots of jello too. As Cristina's footsteps echoed across the floor, Arizona felt her heart beat to the taunting, harsh rhythm.