Callie doesn't see Erica leave the bar. She just looks up at some point, searches for her automatically, and realizes she's gone. Mark goes to get more drinks and starts talking to Addison, and then Cristina is in Callie's face, saying, "How could you not tell me you're with Erica? This totally explains why she sleeps over all the time."

"I'm not with Erica!" Callie says shrilly.

"Right, you made out on the field for five minutes because you're just friends," Cristina says.

"Shut the fuck up," Callie snaps, and Cristina looks suddenly worried. "It was barely five seconds, and I'm fucking Mark."

"Wait, seriously, you're not together?" Cristina asks.

"Yes seriously, and if anyone thinks we are, please correct them," Callie says.

"Okay," Cristina says, watching Callie uncertainly. "Well, Teddy and I are together now."

Callie swallows the 'nobody cares, Yang' on the tip of her tongue and says, "Congrats, saw that coming a mile away" instead. She even forces herself to give her roommate a side hug because she's not jealous, what would she even be jealous of, Teddy is nice and all but Yang can have her. She's going home with Mark, for fuck's sake.

'Who did Erica go home with?' her traitorous brain asks, and she's not desperate enough to ask around for the answer.

They don't talk for two weeks. They still see each other at practice nearly every day, of course, but they don't practice just the two of them or text or hang out. It's awkward, or at least it is for Callie - Erica has returned to the blank-faced stoicism that makes it impossible to know what she's thinking.

Callie misses her, obviously, and feels kind of bad about the situation. But she's relieved, too. She liked spending time with Erica, but things feel less complicated now.

They're scrimmaging at practice one day when Callie ends up alone in the penalty area facing off against Erica. It's happened a few times in the weeks since they stopped talking, and she always fumbles her shot, overwhelmed by the memories of all their private practices even as she tells herself that practice should have made her better, not worse.

This time, though, she feels confident. Her pace is right, she's at her favorite angle for shooting, and she puts a beautiful arc on the ball, sending it soaring towards the upper corner of the net. In her mind's eye, she can see the exact path the ball is about to take.

She holds her breath, ready to celebrate.

Then Erica leaps, snatches the ball out of the air and falls down holding it protectively to her chest.

As Erica rises to her knees, though, the ball slips out of her grasp for a moment. Callie charges forward impulsively to see if she can steal it, but Erica throws herself on it first, and Callie only just avoids kicking her full force in the face.

She does a stupid little hop over her instead, twists around to make sure Erica's okay, and then all of a sudden Erica is on her feet and in her face and yelling.

"What the hell was that, Torres? You knew I had it!" Erica shouts.

"You fumbled it, Hahn, it was a fair opportunity!" Callie yells right back.

Erica opens her mouth to reply, but then the assistant couch is shouldering her way between them and pushing them apart, and the coach blows her whistle.

"Locker room for the rest of you ladies," she says. "Hahn and Torres, you're doing laps."

Erica glowers at Callie for one final moment, then drops the ball, pulls the long-sleeved goalie shirt off, and sprints away.

Cristina sidles up to Callie while she's stripping her scrimmaging jersey off. "I don't know what's going with you guys, but fix this, okay?" she whispers, as though Erica could hear her from the other side of the field. "She's been such a bitch lately."

"Sure, I'll fix it just for you," Callie says meanly. Cristina just nods before walking over to Teddy, who's waiting for her gallantly. They beam at each other, and Callie rolls her eyes. Then she starts running.

They manage to do ten laps - the usual punishment - while staying on opposite sides of the field. Callie hates running for no reason, but she can't deny that the time and space give her room to think.

And what she thinks is, well - she's been feeling really shitty lately. She tried to ignore it, but she literally knows it's because of Erica, and more specifically how she's been treating Erica. And it's starting to seem like she's not going to feel better until she fixes her behavior.

Callie also hates apologizing, but. Maybe that's the lesser evil here.