Small World
Small World
Author: Faith kennedysbitch
Pairing: Callie/Arizona; Arizona/Amelia Shepherd (implied)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer
Summary: Arizona knew Derek’s sister way before she ever knew him.
Missing scenes from 7x03 “Superfreak” because: 1) Shonda seems to have forgotten that Amelia and Arizona went to Hopkins around the same time; and 2) Amy likes to sleep around and I have a dirty mind.
Beta’d by The clanket.
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“You’re avoiding him.”
Teddy startled at the voice hovering directly over her shoulder and whirled around to find herself face-to-face with Arizona Robbins. “What? No, I’m not avoiding; I don’t avoid.”
Crossing her arms over her chest and quirking a skeptical eyebrow, Arizona leaned around Teddy and peered across the bridge corridor to where Dr. Hot-Shrink was speaking to Chief Webber.
“Then why are you hiding behind a wall and staring in his direction with those great big doe eyes of yours?”
“I do not have-”
“Teddy - you have doe eyes. Deal with it.”
Shoulders slumping, the taller of the two women started walking in the opposite direction of the man across the hall, Arizona quickly tagging along at her side.
“Okay, so I may be avoiding him.”
“Looked more like stalking to me,” Arizona pointed out, casting a teasing smirk at her best friend and elbowing her lightly in the side. “What with the peeking around corners and staring from behind patient charts without actually going over and speaking to him.”
“Shut up,” Teddy grumbled as they came to a stop at the nurses’ station. “This coming from the woman who lives in happy pink bubbles and refuses to confront conflict head-on, instead getting her peers to do the dirty work for her.”
Arizona frowned and tapped her fingers on the desk as Teddy sifted through the mountain of charts lying all over the surface. “I don’t refuse to do the dirty work, I just...don’t think I should have to be the one to inquire about Cristina moving out of the apartment. It’s not my place to ask.”
“But it is your place to try and get me or Callie to do it for you?” It was Teddy’s turn to lift an eyebrow at Arizona.
The blonde pondered that fact for a moment before flashing Teddy a brilliantly white smile, hoping to win her over. It usually worked with Callie.
Rolling her eyes, Teddy snorted and headed down the hallway, Arizona strolling along beside her.
“Really, though, you should talk to him. Preferably before he leaves town,” Arizona pushed, stuffing both hands into her lab coat pockets. “I’m sure there are words of some kind that can be exchanged.”
She paused before adding, “Or tongues.”
Teddy shot Arizona a glare and smacked her in the arm with the patient chart she was holding. “Seriously, for a pediatric surgeon you have an inappropriately one-track mind most days, Robbins.”
Arizona merely grinned in response.
Teddy caught sight of someone at the end of the hall. “Dr. Yang!”
Cristina looked like she’d been trying to slip by unnoticed and froze upon being called on.
What a change from the usual pace, Arizona couldn’t help but think. There was a time when Teddy had to run and hide whenever Yang was in the vicinity; the resident usually honed in on the Cardio Attending like a heat-seeking missile to a jet.
Cristina took her time in hesitantly walking toward her two superiors. They reached her first.
“Dr. Yang,” Teddy began again, “if Dr. Shepherd doesn’t have any neuro cases that interest you at the moment, I have a few-”
“He’s got me running labs,” Cristina interrupted, looking about as disinterested in that prospect as - well, as she looked in regard to anything medical these days.
“Anything good?” Arizona asked cheerfully, hoping to spot an ounce of exuberance from the fourth-year resident. She might not have much of a relationship with her girlfriend’s roommate but it sucked to see the once shark-like young woman so passive. Cristina Yang was anything but passive.
Arizona would also feel a lot less guilty about asking her to move out if she was in a better mood. She hated badgering people that were cranky and sad.
Cristina shrugged, looking like it wasn’t possible to care any less. “Whatever. I’m mostly watching Shepherd and She-Shepherd argue.”
“She-Shepherd?” Arizona asked.
“His sister,” Cristina clarified, shifting from one foot to the other. “She brought him a brain tumor.”
“Derek’s sister has a brain tumor?” Teddy looked horrified.
“No,” Cristina snapped, obviously irritated. “Apparently Shepherds grow on neuro trees. She’s a surgeon, too.”
“Wow,” Arizona commented, “smart family he’s got there.”
Cristina shrugged and looked disinterested again.
“Dr. Yang!”
Teddy, Arizona and Cristina looked up as the man himself headed swiftly in their direction.
“I thought I told you to prep the patient for surgery,” Derek chastised, though he looked more concerned than mad.
“My fault,” Teddy said. “I was just asking her if she-”
Cristina abruptly turned and walked away without a word, hopefully to prep the patient.
Arizona shook her head in disbelief. “I’d ask how project ‘Bring Cristina Back’ is going, but I’m assuming ‘badly’ just about sums it up.”
Derek watched her go and released a ragged sigh. “She’s assisting me in removing the patient’s tumor and acting like she’d rather get a craniotomy herself.”
“Maybe it’s the neuro thing? She’s always been a cardio woman,” Arizona suggested.
“She turned down the chance to assist me in a piggy-back transplant last week,” Teddy pointed out. “I was so shocked I thought I was dreaming.”
“Something has to snap her out of it,” Derek said distractedly. “I won’t let one of the best residents Seattle Grace has ever seen leave this program.”
“Good luck,” Teddy told him sincerely. “Maybe she just needs more time.”
“She had a gun pointed at her head while she was wrist-deep in her best friend’s husband’s chest and watched her own boyfriend get shot at point-blank range,” Arizona pointed out. “Something tells me she’ll need a little more than ‘time and space’.”
The other two simply watched Cristina turn a corner and stewed in their silent agreement.
Derek’s pager went off and he glanced down. His expression immediately switched from one of general exhaustion to severe annoyance. “Damn it.”
“Patient?” Teddy asked.
“I wish,” Derek replied, gritting his teeth. “I really don’t have time for this.”
Growling under his breath, he shot the two women an apologetic smile. “I’ll keep you updated on Yang if there are any changes.”
Teddy and Arizona watched him head off in the direction Cristina had disappeared to.
“That’s just sad,” Teddy sighed. “As intense as she was, I miss crazy-shark Cristina. She would at least care about the fact that I have a triple-bypass scheduled for this afternoon and she’d be nagging at me to take the lead on it.”
“Yeah,” Arizona agreed sadly. “She was always so full of enthusiasm.”
Teddy snorted. “Not sure if that’s how I’d put it.”
“Well, she’s gifted and she knows it,” Arizona added. “There’s nothing wrong with that. I used to be that way in my residency. It got me places.”
That made Teddy snicker a second time. “Yeah, right. You’re the last person in this hospital I would compare to Cristina Yang, Arizona.”
“Hey,” Arizona pouted, “I was good, okay? And I didn’t apologize for it.”
“I don’t doubt that,” Teddy quickly corrected. “But seriously, comparing you to Yang? You’re hardly what I’d call a surgical shark. You’re more like a...surgical unicorn or something.”
“Mystical and shiny?” Arizona giggled in amusement. “Whatever; I used to be competitive and hardcore and I still am. Just because I’m not a jerk about it doesn’t mean I don’t get my way when I want to.”
“Oh yeah?” Teddy asked, looking thoroughly amused as they started walking again.
“I didn’t get to be Chief Resident by sitting back and letting everyone else go to the front of the line,” Arizona pointed out. “People were afraid of me.”
That made Teddy laugh.
Arizona frowned at her friend and crossed her arms with an annoyed huff. “Whatever. I’m nice, but I’m not stupid, Altman. This unicorn has teeth.”
Teddy kept laughing.
They reached the same corner both Cristina and Derek had disappeared around and immediately heard heated words being exchanged over by the surgical board.
“He is my patient, Derek!” an unknown brunette snapped in the neuro surgeon’s face.
“Amy,” Derek fired back, practically inflating to twice his normal size as he took in an angry breath. “I don’t need you here! Nobody needs you here. Just go home and we’ll take care of the patient without you!”
“Ouch,” Teddy mumbled to Arizona under her breath. “Think that’s the sister?”
“Must be,” Arizona replied, watching with mild interest as the two Shepherds got sick of shouting in each other’s faces and the brunette stormed off.
Catching a glimpse of her face, Arizona’s eyes immediately went wide and she froze.
Teddy noticed the change, doing a double-take. “What?”
It took a moment for Arizona to answer as something clicked in her head. “Oh...crap.”
Teddy looked confused.
“Her name is Amelia Shepherd,” Arizona continued, looking strained.
“You know her?” Teddy asked, surprised.
“You could say that.” Arizona swallowed hard and grimaced. “Crap.”
She immediately turned about-face on her Heelys and rocket-shoed back the way they had come.
Teddy blinked and followed after her. “What?”
***
“What did you mean when you said ‘we’re monsters’?”
Callie released an exhausted groan and dropped her head against the administration desk when Arizona suddenly appeared out of thin air by her side. She hadn’t been able to escape her incessant badgering all day. “Arizona-”
“Seriously, it’s a legitimate question to ask Cristina,” Arizona continued, ignoring her tired and cranky girlfriend. “She’s the one who got married, she should be the one to leave and get a real home.”
Callie lifted her head from the desk to arch a severe eyebrow at Arizona.
“Is what someone should tell her,” Arizona clarified sheepishly. “They’re all married and stuff, therefore they should be the ones to leave the apartment, not us.”
Callie mumbled an incoherent response and swallowed back a mouthful of coffee from the extra-large cup cradled in her right hand.
Arizona rolled her eyes and held up both hands in surrender. “Okay, okay, I’ll drop it for now,” she murmured under her breath. “I’m just saying that-”
“Yeah-yeah, Swedish furniture, I got it,” Callie cut in impatiently.
Arizona ran her fingers back through her hair, feeling even more tired than before. “Think you’ll be ready to go home in an hour or two?”
“Yes, thank God,” Callie replied, closing the chart she had been working on. “No more whiny interns, no more whiny residents, no more whiny gir-”
She cut herself off, re-thinking her use of the world ‘girlfriend’ there and instead substituting it for, “-d’uh, patients.”
Arizona looked bemused but didn’t say anything. She knew she’d been a pain in Callie’s ass all day but she wanted results in the form of an apartment to themselves.
It would be all worth it in the end and she’d make sure Callie knew it when the time came.
“Got any interesting cases?” Arizona questioned in an attempt to change the subject. “Bailey, Mark and the others are still invested in that crazy HPV tree-man thing.”
Callie almost turned green at the mere mention of it. “I beg of you to never bring that up ever, ever again.”
Arizona winced and rubbed a soothing hand across her girlfriend’s back. “Sorry, sweetie.”
Callie shot her a tired smile and stood up straight once more. “So, I met Derek’s sister today.”
Arizona froze, her mouth falling part way open. “Uh. Y-you did?”
“Yeah,” Callie replied, yawning. “She seemed nice. They don’t really get along, though. Meredith told me all they do is argue.”
“He’s kind of an ass that way,” a familiar voice interrupted, causing Arizona to freeze yet again. She found herself wishing she’d just stayed home today.
Callie glanced over with a broad smile at the shorter brunette that appeared on her other side. “Hey, you wouldn’t be siblings if you didn’t argue, right? My sister Aria and I can’t even be in the same room without one of us saying something offensive.”
“At least your sister will talk to you,” Amelia mused, shoving the brain tumor patient’s chart back into its slot in the filing cabinet. She turned to fully face the other woman and immediately paused when her eyes settled on the person standing to Callie’s left.
Arizona smiled sheepishly, a light blush colouring her cheeks as she gave a small, embarrassed wave.
“Oh, sorry,” Callie suddenly spoke up. “My bad. Arizona, this is Derek’s sister Amelia. Amelia, this is-”
“Arizona Robbins,” Amy said immediately, a bright grin forming. “Famous pediatric surgeon, last time I heard.”
“Hey,” Arizona replied with a weak chuckle, casting a quick glance at Callie.
This was just chock-full of awkwardness of epic proportions. For her, anyway.
Callie was surprised. “You two know each other?”
Amelia opened her mouth to speak but Arizona hurriedly cut her off.
“We went to Hopkins together,” she blurted, meeting Amelia’s confused gaze and shooting her a ‘look’.
“Really?” Callie blinked and glanced between the two women.
“She was a year ahead of me in residency,” Amelia confirmed, not making even the slightest effort to hide her grin. “We hung out a time or two.”
Arizona turned away and tried not to look too stricken.
Callie furrowed her brow at her girlfriend. She looked all...blushy and awkward. Arizona usually loved people, new acquaintances and old friends alike, and Amelia Shepherd seemed nice enough. Callie couldn’t imagine them not getting along back in the days of residency.
“So, Amy,” Arizona hurried on before the awkward silence could stretch on any longer. “I hear you met Calliope, my girlfriend, already?” Her blue eyes widened significantly as she shot the shorter brunette a pointed ‘keep your mouth shut’ glare.
Amelia clued in, doing a quick sweep of Callie with her eyes and nodding in approval. “Derek, um, introduced us earlier.”
Callie arched a curious eyebrow at Arizona and her weird behavior.
Amelia mouthed the word ‘nice!’ behind Callie’s back and shot Arizona a thumbs-up.
The blonde turned beet red and dropped her face into her hands, rubbing her forehead. “Oh, hell. I-I have to...I have to go.”
She grabbed a chart from the desk and escaped as fast as she could.
Callie watched her go in disbelief, arching a sculpted eyebrow as she lifted the coffee cup back to her lips. “Uh, okay. Did I miss something? Did you two not get along?”
“Nah, we got along fine,” Amelia replied with a simple wave of her hand. “She’s just embarrassed ‘cause we got drunk and had sex at a party once.”
Callie spewed coffee all over herself and the charts in front of her.
Amelia closed her eyes. “Crap, sorry. I’m working on the whole ‘filtering’ thing.” She watched Callie cough and wipe the coffee from her chin with her lap coat sleeve. “Need a hand with that?”
Still choking, Callie waved a hand. “No, no I’m good,” she managed to wheeze.
“Cool.” Amy grinned to herself and tapped her fingers along the desk. “It was nice meeting you, Callie. Tell Arizona I said ‘bye’.”
With that, she headed for the locker room.
Callie managed to hack up all of the coffee from her lungs and hurriedly wiped at the front of her lab coat with a tissue. It was covered with brown coffee splotches by now.
“I am going to kill you, Arizona Robbins,” Callie muttered under her breath, narrowing her eyes into slits in the direction her girlfriend had disappeared to.
***
Arriving at Joe’s later that night, Bailey, Callie and Arizona secured four seats up front at the bar, placing a jacket over the last one in anticipation of Teddy’s delayed arrival.
“We’ll take six tequila shooters,” Callie ordered before either of her companions could object.
Arizona’s eyes widened. “Uh, what?”
“You said you were gonna buy me a real drink,” Bailey pointed out, totally unimpressed.
“Tequila is a real drink,” Callie argued. “C’mon, screw being stuffy and old and drinking wine; let’s get hammered!”
“Says the girl with the alcohol tolerance of a fully grown bull,” Arizona argued. “You’ll be scraping me off the floor with a spatula, Calliope.”
Joe set six shots in front of them and Callie shoved two under Arizona’s nose. “Drink up, old lady. Don’t make me take you back to the seniors’ home early tonight.”
Bailey, apparently already feeling a bit of that brandy in her system, cracked a sharp laugh from Callie’s other side. “You heard the girl, Robbins. Drink up!”
Callie and Arizona both watched Miranda throw back the two shots with ease, making a face and hurriedly sucking on the lime slice she was given.
Callie grinned widely and turned back to her girlfriend. “Oh, come on, if Bailey’s doing it, you have to.”
Sighing in defeat, Arizona eyed the tequila shots with a fair amount of distain. “Oh, what the hell.”
Callie would just have to be the one to pick her up off the floor and carry her home.
Arizona closed her eyes and tipped back both shots in quick succession, nearly choking on the second and grimacing at the taste.
Callie and Bailey both applauded her efforts and the latter hurriedly ordered more drinks.
“So was it a big spider, or...?” Callie started, quirking an eyebrow over at Bailey.
Miranda immediately shuddered and waved a hand in Callie’s face. “No, no, no, there will be no talk of spiders crawling out of human body parts tonight. I plan to forget any such thing happened and fall into a blissful, dreamless sleep tonight, alcohol-induced or not. Pick another subject, Torres.”
Callie shrugged just as Arizona picked up the colourful umbrella-embellished drink Joe placed in front of her.
“Arizona nailed Derek’s sister,” she said nonchalantly.
Arizona immediately sprayed the liquid she’d just consumed all over herself, choking as the alcohol burned the inside of her nose.
Bailey collapsed in a fit of laughter as Callie hurriedly smacked her girlfriend on the back, hoping she hadn’t just inhaled the paper umbrella, too.
“Oh, God. There’s pink coming out of your nose, baby,” Callie giggled, trying without success to hide her glee at exacting revenge.
“Ow,” Arizona wheezed, eyes watering as she coughed liquor out of her lungs. “She told you?”
“She did,” Callie replied, grinning crookedly. “Thanks for letting it be sprung on me like that, by the way. Really appreciated the heads up.”
“Why in the hell would she tell you that she had sex with Derek’s baby sister?” Bailey spoke up, sipping water through a straw.
“Please don’t call her that,” Arizona murmured.
“Why wouldn’t she?” Callie asked defensively. “She knows everyone at the hospital I’ve had sex with.”
Bailey opened her mouth.
Callie held up a finger. “Don’t say it, Miranda.”
“You seriously would’ve wanted me to pull you aside and be all, ‘Hey, see that girl over there? I did her three times’? Really, Calliope?” Arizona asked skeptically, recovered from her choking fit despite the burning sensation lingering in her sinuses.
Callie’s eyes widened. “Three times?!” she practically shouted. “She told me you got drunk at a party and did it once!”
Arizona looked pained. “We did. The...the first time.”
At the deadly glare she received in return, Arizona stumbled on. “C’mon! It’s not like we were dating or anything, it was just se-”
She clammed up when she saw Bailey vigorously shaking her head from behind Callie.
Shrinking down in her seat, the blonde cast wide, innocent blue eyes up at her girlfriend.
Callie growled under her breath and turned back around to face forward in her stool. She immediately threw back another shot glass of whatever substance Joe had supplied her with. “Keep ‘em coming, my friend.”
Arizona shot Bailey a desperate ‘help me out here?’ look, but Bailey just pursed her lips and shook her head in return.
Crap.
“You’re not really mad at me, are you honey?” Arizona tried tentatively. “It’s not like I hid it from you or anything. It was five years ago a-and I didn’t even know she was Derek’s sister until today.”
Bailey snickered from Callie’s other side. “Oh, you are screwed, Robbins.”
Arizona shot her a dirty look before focusing back on Callie. “Calliope, please.”
Callie swiveled in her stool and narrowed her eyes, leveling them on the perpetrator. She was just trying to figure out the best way to exact her revenge when her gaze drifted toward the doorway.
The smirk that appeared on her face scared Arizona more than the deadly silence had.
Callie sat up straight and waved a hand in the air. “Mark! Over here!”
Thinking maybe she was in the clear for now, Arizona turned to look over her shoulder in the direction Callie was waving.
Mark was there, all right.
As were Derek and Amelia Shepherd, side-by-side.
“Oh my God,” Arizona muttered under her breath before hurriedly burying her face in her arms on top of the bar counter, turning bright red.
Callie glanced down and her smirk widened.
“Torres, Bailey,” Mark greeted, ruffling Callie’s hair as he walked by to take a seat. “Robbins,” he added, casting Arizona a strange glance as she kept her head on the bar and waved weakly in his direction.
“Amelia, why don’t you and Derek take those seats over there?” Callie pointed to the ones on Arizona’s other side.
Arizona lifted her head up and shot her girlfriend an even dirtier look.
Callie just grinned widely at her partner.
“You’ll be happy to know that the nuclear war is over,” Amelia commented as she slid into the stool next to Arizona, oblivious to the blonde’s discomfort. “Derek has decided to forgive me for being a screw-up.”
“I was a little nicer than that when we talked,” Derek commented, putting his jacket on the stool to his left. “Joe, I’ll take a beer, please.”
Joe took everyone’s order and served them drinks. He glanced down at Arizona, who was dead set on staring at her nearly empty glass. “Care for a refill, Dr. Robbins?”
Arizona nodded mutely and slid it across the counter to him.
Callie licked her lips and took another shot of tequila. “So, Derek,” she began in a conversational tone. “Did Amelia tell you that she and Arizona used to know each other?”
Arizona twitched and shot Callie a wide-eyed ‘are you kidding me?’ glare.
Bailey started to snicker to herself again.
Derek looked surprised and turned to his sister.
Amelia and Arizona shared a brief glance before immediately looking away from one another.
“Yeah, we went to Hopkins together,” Amelia said casually, taking a sip of her drink. “She was a year ahead of me.”
“Really? You never said anything,” Derek called over to Arizona.
“I didn’t know she was your sister,” Arizona blurted, turning crimson once again and refusing to look Derek in the eye.
It’s not like she even knew who Derek was at the time. She had nothing to feel guilty about, but he was someone she considered a friend and ‘Hey, I had sex with your little sister’ was not a conversation she ever planned on having with him.
“So, Hopkins, huh? That must’ve been fun,” Callie continued, sipping from a glass of beer as she talked to Amy over Arizona’s slumped figure.
“Yeah, it was...y’know, crazy,” Amelia replied, sneaking a glance down at the blonde. She had no idea why the woman was so embarrassed - so they’d had sex a time or two. Or three.
It was just a thing, no strings attached. And it had been good sex, too. Nothing to be ashamed about.
Amelia didn’t consider herself gay or bisexual, but it had definitely been a fun experience. Nothing to get tied up in a knot over almost five years after the fact.
Then again, she didn’t have a girlfriend sitting two feet away that was clearly giving her a hard time.
Amelia shared a knowing grin with Callie and lifted her drink in a silent ‘cheers’.
***
Callie was content to drop as many subtle innuendos as she could possibly manage throughout the evening. To her credit, Arizona sat at the bar for an hour and a half and took it like a real trooper.
It made Callie feel less inclined to continue her punishment beyond tonight. She was serving her time without complaint like the good girlfriend she’d established herself to be from the beginning.
“So, it appears you have a thing for brunettes,” Callie commented to Arizona, her voice quiet to keep their conversation private.
“Jealousy is not your colour, Calliope,” Arizona murmured under her breath, leaning sideways into her girlfriend’s shoulder.
“This isn’t me being jealous,” Callie said with a smirk. “This is me totally screwing with you and thinking it’s funny when you squirm.”
“Hardy-har-har,” Arizona deadpanned, cheeks still tinged with colour from a mix of alcohol consumption and never-ending embarrassment.
“I thought you’d find the jealousy sexy,” Callie added, nudging Arizona with her shoulder. “God knows you’re adorable when you blush.”
Arizona grumbled under her breath and narrowed her eyes at her lover. “You’re a mean, mean person, Calliope. I would never spend an entire evening harassing you about sex with Mark Sloan. Not that I would ever want to talk about it, but the whole point is that I wouldn’t torture you endlessly.”
Callie’s hand suddenly slid over her girlfriend’s leg under the bar and curled around to rest against her inner thigh.
Arizona looked down, her mouth falling open a little as she lost her train of thought.
“Want me to make it up to you when we get home?” Callie murmured in a low, seductive tone.
A secretive smile broke out over Arizona’s face. “I’ve had enough of this scene if you have.”
“Gotta make sure you know who gives it to you best,” the brunette added, wiggling her eyebrows.
Arizona swallowed back. There were no doubts in that department.
Callie licked her lips, brown eyes boring directly into deep blue. She’d given her enough punishment for one night.
“We’re gonna head out,” she announced to the whole group, sliding off of her stool and reluctantly pulling her hand away from the blonde’s leg. She was definitely feeling the drinks she’d consumed but the buzz was kinda nice.
Arizona must have been feeling them as well because when she stood up she hooked a finger through the back of one of her partner’s belt loops and gave it a flirtatious tug. She wasn’t usually into the PDAs but tonight seemed to be an exception.
Hopefully those drinks would bring back the frisky Arizona that Callie remembered from her birthday back in July. Drunk, frisky Arizona was sexy and liked to get her naked in the most dirty ways imaginable.
She leaned in and bit down briefly on Arizona’s ear lobe, causing another deep blush to flare up in her cheeks. She would never get sick of seeing that. “G’night, everyone. Amelia, it was great meeting you. Have a safe flight back.”
“Thanks!” Amy called cheerfully, turning on her stool to face the exiting couple. Her eyes shifted to the blonde and she grinned.
Arizona chuckled to herself, lifting her free hand and waving. “Bye, Amy,” she called over the bar noise before tugging Callie toward the exit, arms wrapped around each other.
Amelia watched them go and shook her head, fighting back another grin.
Mark watched the exchange from Derek’s other side. “So, you knew Robbins, huh?”
“Oh yeah,” Amy chuckled, jumping off of her stool and gathering her things. “Really well.”
Mark’s mind immediately went to a dirty place. “Oh yeah?” he echoed, a somewhat perverted smirk stretching across his lips. “How so?” Of course, he was teasing - or so he thought.
Amelia dug out her cell phone and began her search for the number to a cab company. Feeling the alcohol swimming through her system and more than a little filter-free as a result, she looked up at Mark and her brother with a bright smile.
“She popped my girl-cherry.”
Amelia took no notice of Derek choking on his single-malt scotch or Mark’s jaw hitting the floor as she turned to weave her way through the crowded bar toward the exit.
“Gonna go call a cab outside,” she called back as an after-thought.
Mark watched her go, mouth still hanging open wide enough for a small bird to nest in. He ignored Derek’s coughing fit and suddenly jumped up from his stool.
He needed to hear more of that story.
“I’ll drive her to the airport,” Mark blurted, grabbing his jacket from the counter and racing after Amelia.
Derek was apparently too stunned to protest. He looked to the only other occupant remaining in their section and blinked. “She was joking, right?”
Bailey watched the whole exchange from the other side of Callie and Arizona’s vacated stools. One glimpse of the look on Derek’s face and she burst out laughing all over again.
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Author: Faith kennedysbitch
Pairing: Callie/Arizona; Arizona/Amelia Shepherd (implied)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer
Summary: Arizona knew Derek’s sister way before she ever knew him.
Missing scenes from 7x03 “Superfreak” because: 1) Shonda seems to have forgotten that Amelia and Arizona went to Hopkins around the same time; and 2) Amy likes to sleep around and I have a dirty mind.
Beta’d by The clanket.
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“You’re avoiding him.”
Teddy startled at the voice hovering directly over her shoulder and whirled around to find herself face-to-face with Arizona Robbins. “What? No, I’m not avoiding; I don’t avoid.”
Crossing her arms over her chest and quirking a skeptical eyebrow, Arizona leaned around Teddy and peered across the bridge corridor to where Dr. Hot-Shrink was speaking to Chief Webber.
“Then why are you hiding behind a wall and staring in his direction with those great big doe eyes of yours?”
“I do not have-”
“Teddy - you have doe eyes. Deal with it.”
Shoulders slumping, the taller of the two women started walking in the opposite direction of the man across the hall, Arizona quickly tagging along at her side.
“Okay, so I may be avoiding him.”
“Looked more like stalking to me,” Arizona pointed out, casting a teasing smirk at her best friend and elbowing her lightly in the side. “What with the peeking around corners and staring from behind patient charts without actually going over and speaking to him.”
“Shut up,” Teddy grumbled as they came to a stop at the nurses’ station. “This coming from the woman who lives in happy pink bubbles and refuses to confront conflict head-on, instead getting her peers to do the dirty work for her.”
Arizona frowned and tapped her fingers on the desk as Teddy sifted through the mountain of charts lying all over the surface. “I don’t refuse to do the dirty work, I just...don’t think I should have to be the one to inquire about Cristina moving out of the apartment. It’s not my place to ask.”
“But it is your place to try and get me or Callie to do it for you?” It was Teddy’s turn to lift an eyebrow at Arizona.
The blonde pondered that fact for a moment before flashing Teddy a brilliantly white smile, hoping to win her over. It usually worked with Callie.
Rolling her eyes, Teddy snorted and headed down the hallway, Arizona strolling along beside her.
“Really, though, you should talk to him. Preferably before he leaves town,” Arizona pushed, stuffing both hands into her lab coat pockets. “I’m sure there are words of some kind that can be exchanged.”
She paused before adding, “Or tongues.”
Teddy shot Arizona a glare and smacked her in the arm with the patient chart she was holding. “Seriously, for a pediatric surgeon you have an inappropriately one-track mind most days, Robbins.”
Arizona merely grinned in response.
Teddy caught sight of someone at the end of the hall. “Dr. Yang!”
Cristina looked like she’d been trying to slip by unnoticed and froze upon being called on.
What a change from the usual pace, Arizona couldn’t help but think. There was a time when Teddy had to run and hide whenever Yang was in the vicinity; the resident usually honed in on the Cardio Attending like a heat-seeking missile to a jet.
Cristina took her time in hesitantly walking toward her two superiors. They reached her first.
“Dr. Yang,” Teddy began again, “if Dr. Shepherd doesn’t have any neuro cases that interest you at the moment, I have a few-”
“He’s got me running labs,” Cristina interrupted, looking about as disinterested in that prospect as - well, as she looked in regard to anything medical these days.
“Anything good?” Arizona asked cheerfully, hoping to spot an ounce of exuberance from the fourth-year resident. She might not have much of a relationship with her girlfriend’s roommate but it sucked to see the once shark-like young woman so passive. Cristina Yang was anything but passive.
Arizona would also feel a lot less guilty about asking her to move out if she was in a better mood. She hated badgering people that were cranky and sad.
Cristina shrugged, looking like it wasn’t possible to care any less. “Whatever. I’m mostly watching Shepherd and She-Shepherd argue.”
“She-Shepherd?” Arizona asked.
“His sister,” Cristina clarified, shifting from one foot to the other. “She brought him a brain tumor.”
“Derek’s sister has a brain tumor?” Teddy looked horrified.
“No,” Cristina snapped, obviously irritated. “Apparently Shepherds grow on neuro trees. She’s a surgeon, too.”
“Wow,” Arizona commented, “smart family he’s got there.”
Cristina shrugged and looked disinterested again.
“Dr. Yang!”
Teddy, Arizona and Cristina looked up as the man himself headed swiftly in their direction.
“I thought I told you to prep the patient for surgery,” Derek chastised, though he looked more concerned than mad.
“My fault,” Teddy said. “I was just asking her if she-”
Cristina abruptly turned and walked away without a word, hopefully to prep the patient.
Arizona shook her head in disbelief. “I’d ask how project ‘Bring Cristina Back’ is going, but I’m assuming ‘badly’ just about sums it up.”
Derek watched her go and released a ragged sigh. “She’s assisting me in removing the patient’s tumor and acting like she’d rather get a craniotomy herself.”
“Maybe it’s the neuro thing? She’s always been a cardio woman,” Arizona suggested.
“She turned down the chance to assist me in a piggy-back transplant last week,” Teddy pointed out. “I was so shocked I thought I was dreaming.”
“Something has to snap her out of it,” Derek said distractedly. “I won’t let one of the best residents Seattle Grace has ever seen leave this program.”
“Good luck,” Teddy told him sincerely. “Maybe she just needs more time.”
“She had a gun pointed at her head while she was wrist-deep in her best friend’s husband’s chest and watched her own boyfriend get shot at point-blank range,” Arizona pointed out. “Something tells me she’ll need a little more than ‘time and space’.”
The other two simply watched Cristina turn a corner and stewed in their silent agreement.
Derek’s pager went off and he glanced down. His expression immediately switched from one of general exhaustion to severe annoyance. “Damn it.”
“Patient?” Teddy asked.
“I wish,” Derek replied, gritting his teeth. “I really don’t have time for this.”
Growling under his breath, he shot the two women an apologetic smile. “I’ll keep you updated on Yang if there are any changes.”
Teddy and Arizona watched him head off in the direction Cristina had disappeared to.
“That’s just sad,” Teddy sighed. “As intense as she was, I miss crazy-shark Cristina. She would at least care about the fact that I have a triple-bypass scheduled for this afternoon and she’d be nagging at me to take the lead on it.”
“Yeah,” Arizona agreed sadly. “She was always so full of enthusiasm.”
Teddy snorted. “Not sure if that’s how I’d put it.”
“Well, she’s gifted and she knows it,” Arizona added. “There’s nothing wrong with that. I used to be that way in my residency. It got me places.”
That made Teddy snicker a second time. “Yeah, right. You’re the last person in this hospital I would compare to Cristina Yang, Arizona.”
“Hey,” Arizona pouted, “I was good, okay? And I didn’t apologize for it.”
“I don’t doubt that,” Teddy quickly corrected. “But seriously, comparing you to Yang? You’re hardly what I’d call a surgical shark. You’re more like a...surgical unicorn or something.”
“Mystical and shiny?” Arizona giggled in amusement. “Whatever; I used to be competitive and hardcore and I still am. Just because I’m not a jerk about it doesn’t mean I don’t get my way when I want to.”
“Oh yeah?” Teddy asked, looking thoroughly amused as they started walking again.
“I didn’t get to be Chief Resident by sitting back and letting everyone else go to the front of the line,” Arizona pointed out. “People were afraid of me.”
That made Teddy laugh.
Arizona frowned at her friend and crossed her arms with an annoyed huff. “Whatever. I’m nice, but I’m not stupid, Altman. This unicorn has teeth.”
Teddy kept laughing.
They reached the same corner both Cristina and Derek had disappeared around and immediately heard heated words being exchanged over by the surgical board.
“He is my patient, Derek!” an unknown brunette snapped in the neuro surgeon’s face.
“Amy,” Derek fired back, practically inflating to twice his normal size as he took in an angry breath. “I don’t need you here! Nobody needs you here. Just go home and we’ll take care of the patient without you!”
“Ouch,” Teddy mumbled to Arizona under her breath. “Think that’s the sister?”
“Must be,” Arizona replied, watching with mild interest as the two Shepherds got sick of shouting in each other’s faces and the brunette stormed off.
Catching a glimpse of her face, Arizona’s eyes immediately went wide and she froze.
Teddy noticed the change, doing a double-take. “What?”
It took a moment for Arizona to answer as something clicked in her head. “Oh...crap.”
Teddy looked confused.
“Her name is Amelia Shepherd,” Arizona continued, looking strained.
“You know her?” Teddy asked, surprised.
“You could say that.” Arizona swallowed hard and grimaced. “Crap.”
She immediately turned about-face on her Heelys and rocket-shoed back the way they had come.
Teddy blinked and followed after her. “What?”
***
“What did you mean when you said ‘we’re monsters’?”
Callie released an exhausted groan and dropped her head against the administration desk when Arizona suddenly appeared out of thin air by her side. She hadn’t been able to escape her incessant badgering all day. “Arizona-”
“Seriously, it’s a legitimate question to ask Cristina,” Arizona continued, ignoring her tired and cranky girlfriend. “She’s the one who got married, she should be the one to leave and get a real home.”
Callie lifted her head from the desk to arch a severe eyebrow at Arizona.
“Is what someone should tell her,” Arizona clarified sheepishly. “They’re all married and stuff, therefore they should be the ones to leave the apartment, not us.”
Callie mumbled an incoherent response and swallowed back a mouthful of coffee from the extra-large cup cradled in her right hand.
Arizona rolled her eyes and held up both hands in surrender. “Okay, okay, I’ll drop it for now,” she murmured under her breath. “I’m just saying that-”
“Yeah-yeah, Swedish furniture, I got it,” Callie cut in impatiently.
Arizona ran her fingers back through her hair, feeling even more tired than before. “Think you’ll be ready to go home in an hour or two?”
“Yes, thank God,” Callie replied, closing the chart she had been working on. “No more whiny interns, no more whiny residents, no more whiny gir-”
She cut herself off, re-thinking her use of the world ‘girlfriend’ there and instead substituting it for, “-d’uh, patients.”
Arizona looked bemused but didn’t say anything. She knew she’d been a pain in Callie’s ass all day but she wanted results in the form of an apartment to themselves.
It would be all worth it in the end and she’d make sure Callie knew it when the time came.
“Got any interesting cases?” Arizona questioned in an attempt to change the subject. “Bailey, Mark and the others are still invested in that crazy HPV tree-man thing.”
Callie almost turned green at the mere mention of it. “I beg of you to never bring that up ever, ever again.”
Arizona winced and rubbed a soothing hand across her girlfriend’s back. “Sorry, sweetie.”
Callie shot her a tired smile and stood up straight once more. “So, I met Derek’s sister today.”
Arizona froze, her mouth falling part way open. “Uh. Y-you did?”
“Yeah,” Callie replied, yawning. “She seemed nice. They don’t really get along, though. Meredith told me all they do is argue.”
“He’s kind of an ass that way,” a familiar voice interrupted, causing Arizona to freeze yet again. She found herself wishing she’d just stayed home today.
Callie glanced over with a broad smile at the shorter brunette that appeared on her other side. “Hey, you wouldn’t be siblings if you didn’t argue, right? My sister Aria and I can’t even be in the same room without one of us saying something offensive.”
“At least your sister will talk to you,” Amelia mused, shoving the brain tumor patient’s chart back into its slot in the filing cabinet. She turned to fully face the other woman and immediately paused when her eyes settled on the person standing to Callie’s left.
Arizona smiled sheepishly, a light blush colouring her cheeks as she gave a small, embarrassed wave.
“Oh, sorry,” Callie suddenly spoke up. “My bad. Arizona, this is Derek’s sister Amelia. Amelia, this is-”
“Arizona Robbins,” Amy said immediately, a bright grin forming. “Famous pediatric surgeon, last time I heard.”
“Hey,” Arizona replied with a weak chuckle, casting a quick glance at Callie.
This was just chock-full of awkwardness of epic proportions. For her, anyway.
Callie was surprised. “You two know each other?”
Amelia opened her mouth to speak but Arizona hurriedly cut her off.
“We went to Hopkins together,” she blurted, meeting Amelia’s confused gaze and shooting her a ‘look’.
“Really?” Callie blinked and glanced between the two women.
“She was a year ahead of me in residency,” Amelia confirmed, not making even the slightest effort to hide her grin. “We hung out a time or two.”
Arizona turned away and tried not to look too stricken.
Callie furrowed her brow at her girlfriend. She looked all...blushy and awkward. Arizona usually loved people, new acquaintances and old friends alike, and Amelia Shepherd seemed nice enough. Callie couldn’t imagine them not getting along back in the days of residency.
“So, Amy,” Arizona hurried on before the awkward silence could stretch on any longer. “I hear you met Calliope, my girlfriend, already?” Her blue eyes widened significantly as she shot the shorter brunette a pointed ‘keep your mouth shut’ glare.
Amelia clued in, doing a quick sweep of Callie with her eyes and nodding in approval. “Derek, um, introduced us earlier.”
Callie arched a curious eyebrow at Arizona and her weird behavior.
Amelia mouthed the word ‘nice!’ behind Callie’s back and shot Arizona a thumbs-up.
The blonde turned beet red and dropped her face into her hands, rubbing her forehead. “Oh, hell. I-I have to...I have to go.”
She grabbed a chart from the desk and escaped as fast as she could.
Callie watched her go in disbelief, arching a sculpted eyebrow as she lifted the coffee cup back to her lips. “Uh, okay. Did I miss something? Did you two not get along?”
“Nah, we got along fine,” Amelia replied with a simple wave of her hand. “She’s just embarrassed ‘cause we got drunk and had sex at a party once.”
Callie spewed coffee all over herself and the charts in front of her.
Amelia closed her eyes. “Crap, sorry. I’m working on the whole ‘filtering’ thing.” She watched Callie cough and wipe the coffee from her chin with her lap coat sleeve. “Need a hand with that?”
Still choking, Callie waved a hand. “No, no I’m good,” she managed to wheeze.
“Cool.” Amy grinned to herself and tapped her fingers along the desk. “It was nice meeting you, Callie. Tell Arizona I said ‘bye’.”
With that, she headed for the locker room.
Callie managed to hack up all of the coffee from her lungs and hurriedly wiped at the front of her lab coat with a tissue. It was covered with brown coffee splotches by now.
“I am going to kill you, Arizona Robbins,” Callie muttered under her breath, narrowing her eyes into slits in the direction her girlfriend had disappeared to.
***
Arriving at Joe’s later that night, Bailey, Callie and Arizona secured four seats up front at the bar, placing a jacket over the last one in anticipation of Teddy’s delayed arrival.
“We’ll take six tequila shooters,” Callie ordered before either of her companions could object.
Arizona’s eyes widened. “Uh, what?”
“You said you were gonna buy me a real drink,” Bailey pointed out, totally unimpressed.
“Tequila is a real drink,” Callie argued. “C’mon, screw being stuffy and old and drinking wine; let’s get hammered!”
“Says the girl with the alcohol tolerance of a fully grown bull,” Arizona argued. “You’ll be scraping me off the floor with a spatula, Calliope.”
Joe set six shots in front of them and Callie shoved two under Arizona’s nose. “Drink up, old lady. Don’t make me take you back to the seniors’ home early tonight.”
Bailey, apparently already feeling a bit of that brandy in her system, cracked a sharp laugh from Callie’s other side. “You heard the girl, Robbins. Drink up!”
Callie and Arizona both watched Miranda throw back the two shots with ease, making a face and hurriedly sucking on the lime slice she was given.
Callie grinned widely and turned back to her girlfriend. “Oh, come on, if Bailey’s doing it, you have to.”
Sighing in defeat, Arizona eyed the tequila shots with a fair amount of distain. “Oh, what the hell.”
Callie would just have to be the one to pick her up off the floor and carry her home.
Arizona closed her eyes and tipped back both shots in quick succession, nearly choking on the second and grimacing at the taste.
Callie and Bailey both applauded her efforts and the latter hurriedly ordered more drinks.
“So was it a big spider, or...?” Callie started, quirking an eyebrow over at Bailey.
Miranda immediately shuddered and waved a hand in Callie’s face. “No, no, no, there will be no talk of spiders crawling out of human body parts tonight. I plan to forget any such thing happened and fall into a blissful, dreamless sleep tonight, alcohol-induced or not. Pick another subject, Torres.”
Callie shrugged just as Arizona picked up the colourful umbrella-embellished drink Joe placed in front of her.
“Arizona nailed Derek’s sister,” she said nonchalantly.
Arizona immediately sprayed the liquid she’d just consumed all over herself, choking as the alcohol burned the inside of her nose.
Bailey collapsed in a fit of laughter as Callie hurriedly smacked her girlfriend on the back, hoping she hadn’t just inhaled the paper umbrella, too.
“Oh, God. There’s pink coming out of your nose, baby,” Callie giggled, trying without success to hide her glee at exacting revenge.
“Ow,” Arizona wheezed, eyes watering as she coughed liquor out of her lungs. “She told you?”
“She did,” Callie replied, grinning crookedly. “Thanks for letting it be sprung on me like that, by the way. Really appreciated the heads up.”
“Why in the hell would she tell you that she had sex with Derek’s baby sister?” Bailey spoke up, sipping water through a straw.
“Please don’t call her that,” Arizona murmured.
“Why wouldn’t she?” Callie asked defensively. “She knows everyone at the hospital I’ve had sex with.”
Bailey opened her mouth.
Callie held up a finger. “Don’t say it, Miranda.”
“You seriously would’ve wanted me to pull you aside and be all, ‘Hey, see that girl over there? I did her three times’? Really, Calliope?” Arizona asked skeptically, recovered from her choking fit despite the burning sensation lingering in her sinuses.
Callie’s eyes widened. “Three times?!” she practically shouted. “She told me you got drunk at a party and did it once!”
Arizona looked pained. “We did. The...the first time.”
At the deadly glare she received in return, Arizona stumbled on. “C’mon! It’s not like we were dating or anything, it was just se-”
She clammed up when she saw Bailey vigorously shaking her head from behind Callie.
Shrinking down in her seat, the blonde cast wide, innocent blue eyes up at her girlfriend.
Callie growled under her breath and turned back around to face forward in her stool. She immediately threw back another shot glass of whatever substance Joe had supplied her with. “Keep ‘em coming, my friend.”
Arizona shot Bailey a desperate ‘help me out here?’ look, but Bailey just pursed her lips and shook her head in return.
Crap.
“You’re not really mad at me, are you honey?” Arizona tried tentatively. “It’s not like I hid it from you or anything. It was five years ago a-and I didn’t even know she was Derek’s sister until today.”
Bailey snickered from Callie’s other side. “Oh, you are screwed, Robbins.”
Arizona shot her a dirty look before focusing back on Callie. “Calliope, please.”
Callie swiveled in her stool and narrowed her eyes, leveling them on the perpetrator. She was just trying to figure out the best way to exact her revenge when her gaze drifted toward the doorway.
The smirk that appeared on her face scared Arizona more than the deadly silence had.
Callie sat up straight and waved a hand in the air. “Mark! Over here!”
Thinking maybe she was in the clear for now, Arizona turned to look over her shoulder in the direction Callie was waving.
Mark was there, all right.
As were Derek and Amelia Shepherd, side-by-side.
“Oh my God,” Arizona muttered under her breath before hurriedly burying her face in her arms on top of the bar counter, turning bright red.
Callie glanced down and her smirk widened.
“Torres, Bailey,” Mark greeted, ruffling Callie’s hair as he walked by to take a seat. “Robbins,” he added, casting Arizona a strange glance as she kept her head on the bar and waved weakly in his direction.
“Amelia, why don’t you and Derek take those seats over there?” Callie pointed to the ones on Arizona’s other side.
Arizona lifted her head up and shot her girlfriend an even dirtier look.
Callie just grinned widely at her partner.
“You’ll be happy to know that the nuclear war is over,” Amelia commented as she slid into the stool next to Arizona, oblivious to the blonde’s discomfort. “Derek has decided to forgive me for being a screw-up.”
“I was a little nicer than that when we talked,” Derek commented, putting his jacket on the stool to his left. “Joe, I’ll take a beer, please.”
Joe took everyone’s order and served them drinks. He glanced down at Arizona, who was dead set on staring at her nearly empty glass. “Care for a refill, Dr. Robbins?”
Arizona nodded mutely and slid it across the counter to him.
Callie licked her lips and took another shot of tequila. “So, Derek,” she began in a conversational tone. “Did Amelia tell you that she and Arizona used to know each other?”
Arizona twitched and shot Callie a wide-eyed ‘are you kidding me?’ glare.
Bailey started to snicker to herself again.
Derek looked surprised and turned to his sister.
Amelia and Arizona shared a brief glance before immediately looking away from one another.
“Yeah, we went to Hopkins together,” Amelia said casually, taking a sip of her drink. “She was a year ahead of me.”
“Really? You never said anything,” Derek called over to Arizona.
“I didn’t know she was your sister,” Arizona blurted, turning crimson once again and refusing to look Derek in the eye.
It’s not like she even knew who Derek was at the time. She had nothing to feel guilty about, but he was someone she considered a friend and ‘Hey, I had sex with your little sister’ was not a conversation she ever planned on having with him.
“So, Hopkins, huh? That must’ve been fun,” Callie continued, sipping from a glass of beer as she talked to Amy over Arizona’s slumped figure.
“Yeah, it was...y’know, crazy,” Amelia replied, sneaking a glance down at the blonde. She had no idea why the woman was so embarrassed - so they’d had sex a time or two. Or three.
It was just a thing, no strings attached. And it had been good sex, too. Nothing to be ashamed about.
Amelia didn’t consider herself gay or bisexual, but it had definitely been a fun experience. Nothing to get tied up in a knot over almost five years after the fact.
Then again, she didn’t have a girlfriend sitting two feet away that was clearly giving her a hard time.
Amelia shared a knowing grin with Callie and lifted her drink in a silent ‘cheers’.
***
Callie was content to drop as many subtle innuendos as she could possibly manage throughout the evening. To her credit, Arizona sat at the bar for an hour and a half and took it like a real trooper.
It made Callie feel less inclined to continue her punishment beyond tonight. She was serving her time without complaint like the good girlfriend she’d established herself to be from the beginning.
“So, it appears you have a thing for brunettes,” Callie commented to Arizona, her voice quiet to keep their conversation private.
“Jealousy is not your colour, Calliope,” Arizona murmured under her breath, leaning sideways into her girlfriend’s shoulder.
“This isn’t me being jealous,” Callie said with a smirk. “This is me totally screwing with you and thinking it’s funny when you squirm.”
“Hardy-har-har,” Arizona deadpanned, cheeks still tinged with colour from a mix of alcohol consumption and never-ending embarrassment.
“I thought you’d find the jealousy sexy,” Callie added, nudging Arizona with her shoulder. “God knows you’re adorable when you blush.”
Arizona grumbled under her breath and narrowed her eyes at her lover. “You’re a mean, mean person, Calliope. I would never spend an entire evening harassing you about sex with Mark Sloan. Not that I would ever want to talk about it, but the whole point is that I wouldn’t torture you endlessly.”
Callie’s hand suddenly slid over her girlfriend’s leg under the bar and curled around to rest against her inner thigh.
Arizona looked down, her mouth falling open a little as she lost her train of thought.
“Want me to make it up to you when we get home?” Callie murmured in a low, seductive tone.
A secretive smile broke out over Arizona’s face. “I’ve had enough of this scene if you have.”
“Gotta make sure you know who gives it to you best,” the brunette added, wiggling her eyebrows.
Arizona swallowed back. There were no doubts in that department.
Callie licked her lips, brown eyes boring directly into deep blue. She’d given her enough punishment for one night.
“We’re gonna head out,” she announced to the whole group, sliding off of her stool and reluctantly pulling her hand away from the blonde’s leg. She was definitely feeling the drinks she’d consumed but the buzz was kinda nice.
Arizona must have been feeling them as well because when she stood up she hooked a finger through the back of one of her partner’s belt loops and gave it a flirtatious tug. She wasn’t usually into the PDAs but tonight seemed to be an exception.
Hopefully those drinks would bring back the frisky Arizona that Callie remembered from her birthday back in July. Drunk, frisky Arizona was sexy and liked to get her naked in the most dirty ways imaginable.
She leaned in and bit down briefly on Arizona’s ear lobe, causing another deep blush to flare up in her cheeks. She would never get sick of seeing that. “G’night, everyone. Amelia, it was great meeting you. Have a safe flight back.”
“Thanks!” Amy called cheerfully, turning on her stool to face the exiting couple. Her eyes shifted to the blonde and she grinned.
Arizona chuckled to herself, lifting her free hand and waving. “Bye, Amy,” she called over the bar noise before tugging Callie toward the exit, arms wrapped around each other.
Amelia watched them go and shook her head, fighting back another grin.
Mark watched the exchange from Derek’s other side. “So, you knew Robbins, huh?”
“Oh yeah,” Amy chuckled, jumping off of her stool and gathering her things. “Really well.”
Mark’s mind immediately went to a dirty place. “Oh yeah?” he echoed, a somewhat perverted smirk stretching across his lips. “How so?” Of course, he was teasing - or so he thought.
Amelia dug out her cell phone and began her search for the number to a cab company. Feeling the alcohol swimming through her system and more than a little filter-free as a result, she looked up at Mark and her brother with a bright smile.
“She popped my girl-cherry.”
Amelia took no notice of Derek choking on his single-malt scotch or Mark’s jaw hitting the floor as she turned to weave her way through the crowded bar toward the exit.
“Gonna go call a cab outside,” she called back as an after-thought.
Mark watched her go, mouth still hanging open wide enough for a small bird to nest in. He ignored Derek’s coughing fit and suddenly jumped up from his stool.
He needed to hear more of that story.
“I’ll drive her to the airport,” Mark blurted, grabbing his jacket from the counter and racing after Amelia.
Derek was apparently too stunned to protest. He looked to the only other occupant remaining in their section and blinked. “She was joking, right?”
Bailey watched the whole exchange from the other side of Callie and Arizona’s vacated stools. One glimpse of the look on Derek’s face and she burst out laughing all over again.
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