Have you ever gotten the feeling that today something was going to happen? Something so big that someone's life would be changed forever?

Callie walked the small corridor of her apartment building, her oversized bag hanging lazily over her shoulder as she struggled to pull her pocket-sized umbrella from the bag. As she finally pulled it free, her toe caught the edge of the rug, causing her to fly forward and hit the ground, face first, her bag spilling. She groaned in frustration as she pulled herself to her knees and began to pile everything back into her purse. She looked up to stand and was face to face with her blue-eyed girlfriend, who stood there amused.

"Please tell me you didn't see that?" she asked, running a hand through her thick ebony hair. Arizona held out her hand and helped Callie to her feet.

"I did actually. I was worried at first but when you got right up, I found it very funny." she said and leaned in, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

"I'm glad I can amuse you then." Callie responded dryly.

"Hey, I'm only kidding. I can kiss your boo boo's if you want."

"Very funny, Ari."

"I thought so. But seriously, are you okay?"

"If you count a severely bruised ego as a boo boo, then I'm fine." she said and brushed the dust from the floor off her jeans. She slung her bag higher onto her shoulder and walked toward the elevator she went to press the button but stopped and turned around to Arizona's retreating form.

"Sorry, I didn't have time to even make coffee, so I didn't know we were out. I got paged. Car accident on the freeway. Lots and lots of broken bones, I hope."

"Hey! Where were you anyway? I got up this morning and you were gone. I thought you had gotten paged or something." she asked, walking back down the hall to catch her. Arizona stopped and turned around to meet her.

"I wasn't. I went to get bagels and coffee." she responded and held up her bag of bagels and cup.

"We have coffee in the apartment." Callie said, snatching away the cup and taking a drink of it.

"Nope, you're out. I see now I should have gotten you one."

Sorry, I didn't have time to make coffee so I didn't know I was out. I was paged in for a car accident on the freeway. lots and lots of broken bones, I hope."

"Calliope! Are you actually hoping that someone is injured?"

"Yes, I like to cut, sorry baby." she said, shrugging her shoulders. Arizona giggled and kissed her softly.

"Go, be awesome and I'll see you later. I don't have to be in until noon. Unless paged."

"And you're out of bed why?"

"I don't sleep past 9, never have." she said and turned on her heel. Callie shook her head and watched her walk to her apartment before going back to the elevator.

Beep, beep.

Callie pulled her cell phone from her pocket and saw the calendar icon flashing at her. She selected it and the date stared back at her. She sighed and stuffed the phone back into her pocket, trying not to remember the day at all.

Beep, beep.

She sighed, but reached for her vibrating pager and looked at the small screen, 911 to the pit. She straightened her back and walked to the nearest elevator and got on. AS she reached the ER, there were police officers in one trauma room. This couldn't be good. She saw Arizona standing in the other trauma room. Arizona looked up and waved Callie to her. Callie walked over and gloved up.

"What do we have?" she asked.

"Aaron Manchester, 10 year old boy, he was attacked by his father. I think he may have few broken ribs and possibly a fractured patella." Arizona spouted off and worked over the small fragile body. He was very small, too small in fact. Callie felt like she had gotten kicked in the guy. How could a parent do this? She pressed her fingers gently into the little boy's knee, causing him to cry out in pain.

"I'm sorry Aaron. Push 1 of morphine and get me a portable chest." She ordered and moved to his chest. She lifted his shirt and gasped at the site. The imprint of his father's boot was bruised into his skin.

"Dear god!" she whispered. She shook off the shock and focused on trying to get him treated. She moved over the wounds, checking the numerous fractures that lied beneath the bruised skin. Aaron squirmed under her touch.

"I know, sweetie, I know. I'm so sorry." She said and looked up. "Where'd the damn morphine!" she yelled. He was in pain and he didn't have to be. When nobody moved to get it she yelled.

"If you're not going to do your damn job, I suggest you get out. Now!" she yelled and pointed to the door. "Go!" The interns quickly rushed out of the room and she went to the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of morphine. She filled a needle and went back to the bed. At least the incompetent interns had managed to administer an IV. She pushed it through the port and then flushed it with some saline to ease the burning.

"There we go. You should feel better soon." She said, and smoothed her hand over his hair. She wiped away his tears and leaned down to talk to him.

"We're going to make it all better, Aaron." She said and smiled slightly. She couldn't believe a parent had done this.

"Nobody wants me." Aaron whispered, turning his head away from her. Callie turned around and tilted her head to one side.

"Of course somebody wants you. Your mom does."

"But my real mom didn't and now my dad doesn't" he said and rolled his head over to look at her.

"You're adopted?" she asked.

"Yeah, my real mom gave me away when I was born. She didn't want me."

"Can you tell me what happened today?" she asked, trying to change the subject.

"It's my birthday. I'm ten. We were having a party at our house. Dad was asleep. He's always asleep. Ever since he lost his job, he always sleeps. That is when he's not drinking. He got woke up by me and my friends and got mad. Mom made everyone leave and dad started yelling, blaming me for waking him up. Mom told him to stop and he hit her. She fell down and I went to check on her. He picked me up and threw me and he started to beat me up. I don't know what I did wrong. It's my birthday. It's supposed to be a happy day, but I get reminded every year that my real mom didn't want me and today was just bad." He explained and was in hysterics when he finished. Callie couldn't take what she was hearing. It was horrible and for all of this to happen on a day like today. Callie stood up and turned as she heard the door open. A woman with an obvious black eye stood in the doorway.

"Ma'am, I need you to leave. We are treating your son and we will give you an update as soon as possible." She said and went to move her out of the room. The woman just stared at her and then looked at the name on her lab coat. She put her hand over her mouth and gasped.

"Oh my god." She said and looked from Aaron to Callie and back to Aaron.

"Mrs. Manchester? Are you okay?" Callie asked, placing her hand on her shoulder. She looked up into Callie's eyes as they filled with tears.

"Can I speak with you outside?" she asked. Callie looked to Arizona.

"Go, I've got this for now." She said and went back to treating Aaron. Callie opened the door and followed her out. Mrs. Manchester looked around the ER, trying to find a more private place to talk to her. She found a single bathroom in a corner and dragged her to the room. Once inside she locked the door and turned around.

"Um, excuse me, but would you mind telling me what's going on?" Callie said, irritated. Mrs. Manchester began to pace the small room and then stopped to look up at her.

"Are you Calliope Torres?"

"Yes, you know that. You saw my labcoat."

"Calliope Torres from North Florida? Attended Southern Wesleyan University?"

"Um, how do you know that? I don't know who you are."

"You do, actually. My name is Angelica Manchester. 10 years ago my husband and I adopted a little boy, your little boy." She explained and realization started to set in. Callie backed away from her, and ran into the door. She shook her head, putting her hand between them.

"No…" she said trying to form any thought at all.

"Yes. Aaron is your son."