"So what's up with you and Roller Girl? You doing it yet?"
She couldn't say a thing, Cristina wasn't her confidant, Meredith was, and although once you told one you told the other, she couldn't go back on her agreement with the blonde. She decided to play dumb, pretend like her and Arizona didn't just make a life altering promise to each other. Besides, she knew Yang would be more hurt if she held out on giving her a surgery, rather than withholding some personal truths.
"Cristina! No…"
Not yet.
"…She's looking after me and Sofia whilst I heal, my torso is a pretty shade of purple right now", she raised her top so Cristina could inspect, when she visibly winced, she dropped it. "Knowing Arizona, she'll probably wait on me hand and foot, god knows she does our daughter."
"Well, she had that date with the coffee chick, so isn't she dating…"
Yes, me.
"…What you gonna do if Roller Girl wanna be rollin' in the sheets with her-"
"Cristina! Stop it!"
"What? I'm just looking out for you kid."
"I'm older than you."
"Whatever", then in a very un-Cristina like manner, she gave her friend a sincere, almost caring look. These were rare, the cardio surgeon was sarcastic, funny, blunt, rude, emotionally stunted in places, but when she cared, the sentiment was genuine. "Look, I just don't want you to get hurt, for what it's worth, Roller Girl is okay, I kinda like her", that is as good as it would get, "and whilst I rib at her for her perky nature, her… antics… and perky nature-"
"You already said that."
"Yeah but she's just so damn perky, I can't take away what happened to us in the mountains", she took pause, "and she hasn't been the same since you guys broke up, so she's not as annoying now, but it still sucks to see someone who isn't an ass, sad, you know?"
Slightly perplexed, this was far too emotional for Cristina, "Is there a point here Yang?"
"Calm down Torres. I'm just saying", this was hard, "you clearly care about each other, I think maybe even still love each other, even if in a platonic way. If something positive can happen out of this situation then I think maybe… you owe it to yourselves, you, to possibly try again. If you can trust her, and for what it's worth, I think you can."
Who the hell are you and what have you done with Cristina Yang?
Taken aback by her friend's support, never thinking she'd hear the day she'd try to push them together; Callie was stunned. "Wow, erm, okay. I mean it's not gonna to happen but I appreciate your support". She gave her friend a wry smile, "can you, maybe be nicer to her going forward? Call her something other than Roller Girl? Like Arizona or Robbins?"
Shaking her head, "it's a term of endearment Torres, not changing."
She accepted her request was a losing battle, "well the fact you think she's okay and kinda like her means a lot, so thank you." They looked at each for a moment, they had been though some rough times together. In the early days, Cristina was the only one who stuck up for her, was on her side during the whole Izzie & George affair. Which is why whilst some doctors were keen to brand her as cut-throat, the ortho surgeon knew she was loyal.
Not wanting to get all sickly and sentimental, Cristina changed subject. "So, am I picking my goddaughter up from school? I wanna take her to the arcade, we've not attempted to beat our Pac-Man score in forever. Plus there's a new shooter gam-"
"You are not playing a shooting game with my daughter Yang, you can Pac-Man, Invade Space-"
"Can we play Street Fighter? And that motorbike one? Where you lean to make the bike turn?"
"Okay, just no shooting. And NO stuffed toys if you get enough tickets, she doesn't need any more."
Hearing her friend's last demand, she sat back, scoffed, placed her feet on the coffee table (which Callie promptly shoo'ed off) and very matter of factly declared, "if my goddaughter wants an oversized dinosaur, my goddaughter is getting an oversized dinosaur. Suck it Torres."
xxxxx
So this is what finances smalls like. Yuck, give me an OR any day.
After getting out the car, Arizona and Owen made their way to Apex Accountancy, it was a relatively small building, but their name took up near enough the whole front. As they got closer, the clench in the blonde's jaw became tighter and tighter. They entered and were met with a young girl who couldn't have been much over 16. Before she could address the two, the blonde started.
"Hi there, I'm looking to speak to Simon Johnson, my husband & I…", she gestured towards Owen, who had not been privy to that piece of information, he gave a surprised acknowledgement, "…have recently extended our property portfolio and are looking to branch out into the Middle Eastern market. With land price at an all-time low, job creation increasing and the younger population growing, residents are looking to settle roots. We want Apex to act as our accountants for all North America based dealings plus those in Asia, I trust that is something your firm can offer." It wasn't a question.
The young lady remained professional, clearly none of Arizona's claim meant much to her, but then again why wasn't she in school or playing with dolls? Arizona had changed her mind; this girl was 12.
The young girl smiled, "of course, Mrs…?"
Torres.
"Hunt, this is my husband, Owen Hunt, who I married, a man."
You're losing it Robbins.
Owen offered a hello and a hand but was ignored. He quickly, awkwardly, withdrew. Unsure why there was a need for all that clarification, the receptionist smiled and made her way through a set of glass doors behind her "excuse me one moment". The 'married couple' were alone. Owen leaned in, "that sounded pretty impressive Mrs Hunt, where did you learn all that? About the land and the markets?"
Arizona shrugged, "I didn't, I made it up. Sounded good though right?"
The receptionist returned a few moments later, surely that wasn't enough time to agree to a meeting. "Mr Johnson would be happy to arrange a meeting for next week, is that suitable?"
Absolutely not.
"Oh, no it really needs to be today" the blonde wanted an Emmy nomination after this, "we have another firm to visit and they're keen to offer their services straight away, I think the financial benefits are a huge incentive for them." Oh yeah, it's all about the money.
Slightly concerned, "oh, may I ask who?"
Oh god think Arizona, think.
Seattle Grace Accountancy.
Mercy West Accountancy.
Grey Sloan Accountancy.
John Hopkins Accountancy.
Hunt & Co Accountancy.
Robbins-Torres Accountancy.
Sofia is my Life Accountancy.
ANYTHING, LITERALLY ANYTHING Accountancy.
Panicked, oh no… "Joe's Accountancy", she forced herself to smile, showing all her pearly whites.
Joe's, Robbins, really? JOE'S?!
The face of the man next to her mirrored that of the blonde's, giving her a slight side-eye, the trauma surgeon didn't even know where to start to offer a further explanation. He was sure the kid wouldn't know any name Arizona had thrown out there, any name, but Joe's? Thankfully, they received a nod and noted the receptionist picked up the phone and dialled an extension. The surgeons side-eyed each other, did that work? After a few seconds, they were being led through those same glass doors. "If you'd like to come this way, I'll see you through".
Arizona was in. "Thank you."
The 12 year old receptionist gently tapped the glass door, opened it for the 'couple' and silently gestured them in. After flashing a professional smile, the girl was back off in the direction they came. Silently asking for next steps, Arizona nodded & Owen quietly closed the door.
It was now Robbins & Hunt vs. Johnson.
Marine & Army vs. Numbers.
Surgeons vs. Crappy Numbers.
Awesome People vs. Crappy Boring Numbers.
The man didn't look up once, clearly the manners of a doormat. Arizona stared at him for what could have been 10 seconds of 10 hours, she was lost in pure rage. Remembering his LinkedIn picture, she was surprised the man in front of her actually did look like the all American gentlemen. Oh how looks could be deceiving. Owen studied her, knowing she'd want to take the lead, he saw rage and briefly wondered if he was there for support, to be her alibi or to hold her back.
She placed two hands on his desk, leaned in as close as she could and then, without warning, swiped all the papers on his desk clean into the air with one swift movement.
"Hello Simon, got your attention now have I?"
