Arizona felt like a petulant teenager.

She was sulking in a booth at Joe's, still reeling from the realization that her newest least favorite person was now her coworker. The concept of working side by side every day, of being forced to look at her annoying face and hear her stupid voice constantly was actually unfathomable. She genuinely was not sure if she could do it.

She was going to end up fired. Or losing her medical license. Or in jail.

She was a scrappy little thing as a child—she fought dirty on the playground anytime she was teased. She'd pull hair, call names, use her nails, anything to defend herself and come out on top. She wondered, vaguely, if she could still fight like that. She'd love to pull Callie's hair right about now.

Okay, she definitely didn't need the mental images that particular thought conjured up. She was trying like hell to forget the way Callie looked naked, the face she made when she came, the scratchiness of her voice as she moaned her name, the way she tasted—literally the best fucking thing she had ever tasted, by the way. The sex had been phenomenal. She had never been so consumed with thoughts about sex centering around one particular person before. She would never admit, to anyone, the number of times she had touched herself in the past week to the memory of her.

But then she'd inevitably remember the sound of Callie's voice calling her a vapid, annoying slut behind her back and all of that lust would be complicated with a peculiar mix of hurt and blinding anger.

Arizona was a very confident person. It took a lot to shake her, and typically the opinion of one person would never get to her like this. She knew she wasn't vapid—she was incredibly intelligent. Top of her class her entire life, a world renowned surgeon at one of the top hospitals in the country. She was clever and her brain moved so quickly that most people in her life outside of medicine struggled to keep up with her. She was interesting too, a multifaceted person with plenty of depth. She was funny and she was kind and she was hot. She knew all of these things to be true about herself.

Arizona had predicated her life on being extraordinary in every way she possibly could—an extraordinary surgeon, extraordinary in bed, and extraordinarily independent.

So she wasn't entirely sure why Callie's opinion of her had stung so badly. She was a little bit slutty, and she had been since undergrad—it was an ongoing joke between her and her friends, even. But the way Callie had said it didn't sound like a joke. It sounded mean, and it really hurt her feelings.

She kept thinking about what Callie had said to her on the beach. I think you hide behind sex because it's the safest form of intimacy to you.

She had been dead on the money, and then she had taken something so vulnerable and used it against her. Used it to write her off and make her feel small. And Arizona hated her for it. Whatever good she had thought she saw in Callie that night, she had clearly been very, very off. She could never trust or even like someone that could do that to a person.

She took another shot of tequila and didn't bother with a chaser. She needed to feel it burn, needed to feel anything other than whatever the hell it was she felt toward the brunette. The liquor seared the entire way down.

The twenty minutes they had spent consulting together was strained and awkward and tense. She had kept things as professional as possible, given the circumstances. She was good at that. She could do this thing where no matter what emotion she was feeling, she could tame her face into an expression on the pleasant side of neutral. Her eyes would kind of glaze over and her dimples would come out and she would look sweet and agreeable, and it usually worked well enough to get her what she wanted.

All she had wanted in that moment, genuinely, was answers for her patient. He was a good kid—a fifteen year old soccer player in an excruciating amount of pain. Arizona and Alex had run test after test and come up completely empty handed, and the blonde was kind of at a loss. She hoped that Callie was a better doctor than she was a person.

Callie had promised her to look into it and then they had parted ways quickly, repelled as if they were the like poles of two magnets.

She looked good tonight. She had taken her time getting ready specifically so she would look good tonight. She had on her favorite pair of jeans that hugged her ass just right and a tight black tank top that revealed about an inch of her toned midriff. She had let her hair out of the braids, and it cascaded around her bare shoulders in messy, slightly chaotic waves.

The problem was that she looked good tonight and she hadn't checked out a single woman in the bar all night.

She took another shot, slamming the glass back down on the dirty table top just a little too hard, earning her a sharp elbow to the ribs from Alex sitting on her right.

"Seriously, Robbins, the fuck is your problem? You're even worse than earlier."

"Yeah. Alex is supposed to be the brooding one!" Teddy giggled, sipping the fruity mixed drink in her hand.

Arizona just glared. She scraped a fingertip down the bottle of beer in front of her, wiping a straight line of condensation off, just wanting to keep her hands busy.

"Talk, woman. You're kinda killing the whole mood here." Alex's eyes scanned around the crowded bar briefly. "There's plenty of hot chicks tonight and you haven't looked once."

"I think she's broken." Teddy poked her friend in the forehead and Arizona swatted her hand away.

She let out a sharp, frustrated breath, a tendril of blonde hair blowing out of her eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm just kind of out of it tonight."

"We've noticed." Teddy gave her a look that said duh, and Arizona rolled her eyes. She really didn't want to talk about Callie. She really didn't want to relive the humiliation of it. She was embarrassed and she didn't want anyone to know about it, including her closest friends.

She pressed her lips together and shook her head the slightest bit, willing herself to snap out of her awful mood. She was going to have fun tonight, damn it. She could feel her cheeks starting to warm slightly from the alcohol and she was banking on that warm, fuzzy feeling appearing soon to loosen her up. She forced a small smile, throwing back another shot. She was well aware that she was probably going too hard, too fast but fuck it, she thought.

She was eternally grateful when the liquor worked its magic and she finally stopped thinking about the orthopedic surgeon. She had gotten drunk far quicker than she normally did on account of her empty stomach, too stunned by their unwelcome reunion earlier that she hadn't eaten a proper dinner. A few more of their coworkers, Cristina and Meredith and Meredith's little sister, Lexie, had joined them later in the night, the 6 of them squeezed in tight in a booth in the corner of the loud bar. They were far closer to Alex, but Arizona and Teddy had somehow gotten roped into the group following Arizona's friendship with Alex. Teddy had informally adopted Cristina as her cardio baby, too.

The blonde didn't mind. She genuinely liked them—they were funny and a good time and incredible surgeons. Bad influences, too, because Arizona was currently going shot for shot with Cristina and Meredith, giggling at everything, considerably perkier than she had been earlier in the night.

She threw her head back and laughed maniacally when a very sloppy Cristina knocked her beer over, coating the table top. A tangle of hands dove to rescue their phones and wallets from the wreckage, and Arizona squealed a bit when a small amount of the beer dripped onto her thighs. She slid out of the booth quickly, grateful to be on the end, and wobbled a bit at the sudden change of posture. The room spun a bit and she steadied herself, deep dimples appearing as she giggled. "I'll get napkins. Do not worry." She waved her hand around animatedly. "I'm here to rescue you all."

She focused very hard as she walked to the bar, regretting her last 2 or 3 or 4 shots a bit. She would definitely be feeling them tomorrow. She pulled a large handful of napkins out from the dispenser at the bar, only registering the woman sitting there after she heard her name being called.

"Arizona?"

Blue eyes met brown, and Arizona could feel her smile drop instantly, a hateful expression immediately twisting its way onto her face before she could stop it.

Callie looked incredible, because of course she did. She had on a tight red dress that showed off far too much skin, her legs and cleavage looking so divine that Arizona could have drooled. Not that she noticed or anything.

"Robbins!" Mark grinned from his spot behind Callie, looking absolutely delighted at the situation. "Funny seeing you here."

Arizona's face cooled into a look that was more vicious than she even knew she was capable of making, looking all but disgusted by the brunette's presence. She scoffed a little, almost a humorless half-laugh, and turned on her heel to return to her friends without a single word.


Callie hadn't wanted to go out.

She was still trying to process the fact that the beautiful stranger that had fucked and dumped her last week was now her colleague.

She couldn't wrap her mind around the outright nasty way Arizona had treated her either. Sure, Callie was shocked and more than a little displeased to see her, but she had been prepared to be at the very least cordial with her, resigning herself to awkward conversations and avoiding each other when possible.

But Arizona had been a downright bitch. She was so mean that Callie barely recognized her. It was like the second she got what she wanted from her, her personality completely switched. The twinkle in her eye that Callie had been so charmed by had completely disappeared, replaced by something ugly and cruel and it confused the hell out of her.

It also pissed her off beyond belief. She didn't deserve it. They had shared a wonderful night together and had incredible sex and if all Arizona wanted was a one night stand, fine. But treating her like dirt under her shoe after she had ditched was a little insane and more than uncalled for. Seriously, who did this bitch think she was?

The mediocre sex dig had stung. But she also knew it was objectively not true. She had been there. She had heard Arizona's screams, felt the way she tightened impossibly around her fingers, watched her whole body shake after. They had fucked practically all night, the blonde nearly insatiable.

According to Mark, Arizona got around pretty frequently. Was she this batshit crazy after every casual hook up?

She had been furiously ranting to Mark after work about the blonde's inconceivable attitude towards her, at the unbridled audacity she had to speak to and look at her like that, when Mark had slyly started feeding her shots, and before she knew it she was half drunk and being pulled out to the bar close to their apartment.

She watched as Arizona stormed away from them, hips swaying in those tight jeans, and Callie's lips parted a bit in shock. A bitter laugh fell from them, and then she was turning around and hitting Mark on the arm as hard as she could. "You're a fucking asshole."

"Fuck, Torres!" Mark rubbed his arm where the punch had landed. "What did I do?"

"You knew she'd be here, didn't you?" Her brown eyes narrowed angrily as she spat the accusation at him. "Let me guess. This is her usual hang out?"

The grin that twitched on Mark's lips was answer enough. "In my defense, this is the whole hospital's usual hang out." He gestured vaguely towards the booths against the wall, filled with faces that Callie only sort of recognized from the whopping two days at her new job. "But I can't lie, I was kind of hoping for a show. This weird lesbian foreplay is fun to watch."

"You're disgusting. And you owe me about 4 shots for this."

Mark obliged and ordered them for her, eyes flickering briefly to where Arizona sat with her friends behind Callie. "I've never seen Robbins pissed like this. Seriously, what did you do?"

"Nothing!" Callie insisted, head tilting back as the first shot slid down her throat. "Not a single fucking thing, besides give her about 6 orgasms in one night." At the too-excited smirk on Mark's face, Callie punched his arm again in the same spot, grinning in satisfaction when he winced. "Seriously, I was good to her. I even washed her hair for her."

Mark actually laughed at the mental image of that, and it made Callie frown. "Sorry. I just can't really picture that for Robbins. She's like me with boobs." His brows perked a bit. "Really good boobs."

"Stop looking at her boobs."

"Possessive, are we?"

"No. Definitely not." Callie let out a frustrated sigh and took her second shot. She considered for a moment, face twisted up in thought. "What is she like normally? Is she always this awful?" She was having a hard time deciphering which parts of Arizona had been real and which ones had been a ploy to get her to take her clothes off.

"No, actually." Mark shrugged his shoulders. "She's pretty nice. Lots of friends. Really perky, always smiling."

Callie was displeased with the answer. It was all the more confusing and hurtful that she was awful only towards her. She took her third shot, that one not going down quite as easily. She kind of gagged a little bit, body starting to reject the alcohol as it began flooding her system. "I do not like that woman. At all. She's horrible."

Mark just chuckled, a knowing smirk covered by a sip of his beer. "If it makes you feel any better, she keeps looking at you."

Callie felt her spine straighten involuntarily at the thought of those blue eyes on her. She desperately wished she could look at her, too, but she'd have to turn completely around and it'd be pathetically obvious. Her inhibitions were starting to slip from the alcohol, though, and she was fairly certain she would say fuck it soon and do it anyway.

She didn't need to though, because only a few minutes later she saw Arizona in her line of vision. She was giggling with a random woman—pretty, in a generic way, and Arizona was batting her eyes like she had at Callie only last week. It made the brunette roll her eyes, jaw setting as a weird blend of emotions flashed through her. Contempt, definitely, and animosity. And was that jealousy?

No. No, definitely not. If anything she pitied the poor woman that was sure to be the next victim of Arizona Robbins.

She watched as Arizona bent low over a green pool table, the view of her ass so clear that it felt purposeful and directed specifically at her. She held the cue expertly in her hands, long blonde hair falling over her shoulder. She pulled back a little, then fired with a surprising amount of skill to break the set, smirking conceitedly when she pocketed two stripes in her first hit.

Callie hated that arrogant grin more than maybe anything else on earth. Except sharks. She really hated sharks. But Arizona was a close second.

The woman she was with seemed thoroughly impressed and told her as much, and Callie was losing count of her eye rolls. As if her big head needed any more of an ego boost.

"You're staring."

Mark's voice broke her out of her stewing session and she tore her eyes away just as the generically pretty woman started touching Arizona's hips. She was angry with herself for still wanting to touch those hips despite the vile personality of the woman they belonged to. Callie groaned, leaning forward until her forehead rested against the counter in front of them. Her voice was muffled when she spoke. "How the hell did I manage to make an enemy my first week? This was what I was trying to get away from when I moved."

The gossip about her at the hospital in Florida had spiraled out of control. After a disastrous failed marriage of only a few months quickly followed by a dramatic and equally disastrous tryst with a blonde cardiothoracic surgeon, she had become the butt of one too many jokes and had needed a new beginning immediately. This didn't feel like a very fresh start, though.

Mark eyed his friend, genuinely sympathetic. He offered a comforting pat on her back. "Walk tall, Torres. Don't let her see you sweat. She's trying to get under your skin."

Callie peeked open one brown eye, watching from the corner of it at the way Arizona laughed a little too loud, smiled a little too big at the woman she was currently flirting with. It was different than the way she had been with Callie, more exaggerated and grossly overstated. She sat back up. "God, you're right. She's such a bitch."

She watched as Arizona excused herself to go to the bathroom and before she could stop herself, fueled by alcohol and resentment, she was sliding off her bar stool to follow her. Mark's attempts to stop her fell on deaf ears—she was going to give the brat a piece of her mind if it was the last thing she did.

Arizona was looking at herself in the mirror when she entered because of course she was because she was the most vain person on the planet. The hand that was applying lip gloss paused when her blue eyes flickered behind her in the mirror to look at Callie, expression dropping into that infuriating wall of what could only be described as hatred.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Callie's voice was sharp, words the tiniest bit slurred from being drunk.

"You are." Arizona dropped her lip gloss back in her purse, rubbing her lips together a bit to rub her gloss in. Callie tried not to stare at her lips, but god, she was unfortunately so hot. "And I believe I told you not to speak to me outside of work."

The blonde turned to leave the small bathroom, but Callie blocked the door, glaring at the shorter woman.

"That sex was not mediocre. Say whatever the fuck you want, but at least don't be a liar."

Arizona seemed the slightest bit surprised at the words, and Callie watched her throat move as she swallowed. She opened her mouth to undoubtedly argue, but Callie cut her off.

"You came 6 fucking times. Maybe more. Screamed my name until you lost your voice."

She was walking towards her slowly, voice low pitched and lethal, and Arizona was backing up from her until her back was against the counter. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, blue eyes impossibly dark as she stared at the brunette in silence, respiratory rate visibly increasing.

Callie didn't know what had gotten into her. Actually, she kind of did—a lot of tequila and a lot of rancor. She'd say or do just about anything right now to see the blonde squirm. "Do I need to remind you, Arizona? How it feels when I fuck you?"

Blue eyes blinked in shock, frozen in place. For once in probably her entire life, Arizona Robbins looked like the prey and not the predator. It was nearly imperceptible but it was there—the tiniest of head nods, and Callie's hands were on her waist, tugging her into her roughly.

She went to kiss her but Arizona jerked her head away suddenly, fingers coming to Callie's lips to stop her. Her voice was breathless and strained when she spoke, her lust undeniable. "You do not get to kiss me."

That only pissed Callie off more. She tugged firmly at blonde hair and bit her neck instead, satisfied at the breathy moan that Arizona let out at the sudden contact.

She wasted no time unbuttoning Arizona's jeans, her tan hand sliding past her underwear. She dipped the tips of two fingers inside of her, smirking when she found her already wet, and spread it up to her clit where she rubbed quick, harsh circles. Arizona gasped sharply, hands wrapping around Callie's shoulders to steady herself as her head fell backwards.

Arizona's hips jerked forward towards Callie's hand, always so needy, and she bit her lip hard to keep her moans quiet. Someone could walk in at any moment and neither woman could bring themselves to particularly care.

This was so different from their first time. That had been playful and fun and even a little intimate. This was rough and dirty and rushed and angry.

"Fuck." Arizona groaned when she felt Callie's strong fingers enter her, digging her fingernails into the back of her tan neck as she rolled her hips in synchronicity with her wrist.

Callie fucked her perfectly. Like, actually perfectly, fingers curling to hit that utopian spot inside of her easily, like she had been doing it for years. It was infuriating. Her face fell forward and she bit Callie's shoulder to keep herself from crying out.

She was so close when Callie suddenly stopped her movements. Arizona whined in protest, hips involuntarily twitching for more.

Callie's voice was calm, in control, in her ear. "Do you like when I fuck you, Arizona?"

Arizona stubbornly kept her mouth shut, breathing hard as they had a silent standoff, an undeniable struggle for power. She caved only when Callie started to pull her hand away. "Yes."

"And is this mediocre?"

"No."

"Say it."

"It's not!" Arizona's voice cracked, her need to get off making her a little crazy. "You-You fuck me so good."

Seemingly pleased with her answer, Callie relented and finally gave her what she wanted. She plunged deep inside of her again, rough and careless, her palm pressing hard against her clit until she was coming on her hand.

Arizona's mouth fell open and gasping, high pitched moans filled the small room. Her cheeks were still flushed, pants still unbuttoned, head still reeling and trying to process what the fuck had just happened when Callie withdrew from her, a satisfied grin on her lips, before she turned and left the bathroom in silence, leaving Arizona disheveled and alone.


Arizona drunk cried for the first time in probably five years that night.

The last time had been on her brother's birthday. She didn't drink on his birthday anymore.

She had managed to get home before the tears actually fell, making up some excuse about not feeling well to her friends. She didn't even bother to find the girl she had been entertaining by the pool table to let her know she was dipping.

She cried in the shower, trying to scrub every remnant of the brunette off of her. She had fucked up. She had really, really fucked up. She could blame it on the alcohol, sure, and maybe that was a little bit of it, but there was also something about Callie that just made her feel weak. Her resolve had crumbled in seconds, the first moment the woman had thrown scraps of attention her way. She was so angry with herself.

She had let Callie use her, let her fuck her like the whore she apparently thought she was. She felt so cheap and dirty and humiliated afterwards, shame settling deep in the pit of her stomach.

She hated Callie Torres.

A small part of her wondered if they could just use each other for sex, because the sex really was so good that it felt like a waste not to. But the sane part of her quickly threw that thought out. No, this would never, ever be happening again. Ever.

She crawled into her sheets with wet hair, feeling small in her bed, feeling small in general, and fell into a restless sleep.


Arizona's face was flushed red, throat slightly sore from screaming as she stood face to face with Callie in a locked conference room.

She had her arms crossed, blue eyes glaring daggers into the Latina as if she wanted her dead on sight. She kind of did, if she was being honest.

"You're being unreasonable."

"No, I am not."

Their bickering had gotten substantially worse in the three days since their brief encounter in the dirty bar bathroom, the bad blood between them palpable to anyone unfortunate enough to be stuck in the same room as them.

"Insurance won't cover this, Arizona. It would cost his parents thousands of dollars. Did you even think about that?"

They were at a stand still regarding Arizona's mystery case. The blonde had a small hunch of what could be wrong with him, but the test she needed to run to confirm the diagnosis was complicated and expensive and impossible to get approved.

"Of course I thought about that. I'm not fucking stupid." She pushed a lock of blonde hair that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear. "But this diagnosis could change his life and he needs—"

"It's growing pains, Arizona. Fucking growing pains! All of these tests you've been putting him through are unnecessary."

"Okay, I don't know what hole of a hospital in Florida they hired you from, but any orthopedic surgeon with half a fucking brain could see that this is not growing pains."

"And any pediatric surgeon with a lick of talent could recognize when a kid is faking to get out of school."

Arizona laughed bitterly. "I know you may think I'm vapid, Dr. Torres." Her words were more than a little pointed, and Callie's brows furrowed the slightest bit. "But do not ever question my abilities as a doctor ever again. Ever. I am an incredible surgeon with incredible instincts. I've been in peds long enough to recognize when a kid is faking. He is in pain. How do you not give a fuck about that?"

Callie's cheeks were starting to flush with anger, matching Arizona's. Their voices were raised to a level that was less than professional. "You are draining his parents' bank account. You're giving them false hope over and over and it's cruel—"

"I'm ordering it." Arizona cut her off, decisive and final.

"No you're not."

"Yes. I am."

"You are so fucking stubborn. You can't see anything other than what you want to see."

"And I'm a better doctor than you." She turned to leave, but Callie's voice raised impossibly louder.

"You are such a fucking bitch."

Arizona laughed dryly and shook her head, incredulous. "You're the worst person I've ever met."

"I was wrong about you, when I told you that you hide behind arrogance and sex. I think that's all there actually is to you."

"You don't know any-fucking-thing about me." Arizona sucked in a sharp breath. "I'm ordering the test and that's final."

"I'll tell the chief."

Arizona's jaw tightened, fists clenching at her sides. "Fine. See if I care." She did care. A lot, actually. She had terrible authority issues, but she wasn't about to let Callie figure that out. "I'm sure he'll be grateful that I'm actually helping this kid instead of sitting on my ass."

Unbeknownst to either of them, on the other side of the window, Mark and Alex were watching them argue with amused smirks on their faces. They couldn't hear everything, but their body language and facial expressions said more than enough.

"How long before you think they bang it out?" Alex asked.

Mark laughed and shook his head. "I give it a week, tops."

"I don't know. I've never seen Robbins this pissed off before." His lips pursed the slightest bit, laughing under his breath when the blonde slammed her fists down on the conference table. He could barely make out the words incompetent jackass. "I give it closer to two weeks."

Mark snickered. "Wanna bet 50 bucks on it?"

"You're on."

They shook on it.


A/N: good morning friends! I had this chapter half finished so I was able to get it done after my readings last night. I hope you like it :) see I told you I wasn't gonna stop writing lol

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