AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, sorry this took me so long, but it's finally up! Hope you enjoyed it! (Don't own Grey's, don't own Callie, don't own Erica, etc)

Callie's head was swimming with sleep until she felt the cold breeze hit her naked back. Her eyes fluttered open as she groaned and pulled on the covers, surprised that there was no resistant. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she spun around in the bed, only to face an empty space beside her. Her body froze as her eyes darted around the room. She most definitely hadn't dreamt it, this wasn't her own room.
She wrapped the blanket around herself before she stood up, blinking away the groggy fog in her eyes. Once she could see clearly, she saw the small note that had been left on the bedside table.

"Callie,

I got paged from work – really big trauma. They needed a heart surgeon.
Make yourself at home…
Come and find me when you get to work. The keys are in the lock, and I
left the car in the driveway. See you when you get here.

Erica."

Callie chuckled as she noticed just how thin the paper had been worn by all of the written and then erased words. She took no time in pulling on her clothes from the night before, pulling her hair up into a messy pony tail and making a quick coffee before bolting out the door.

Erica couldn't stop pacing the on-call room. Her facial expression was distant, and her entire body was tense, with her arms crossed at her chest and her back straight as a board. She had lost her patient – there had been no hope for the middle aged man who had had his 4th and final heart attack. But the death of a patient was always a blow to Erica Hahn; no matter how subdued she made herself look.
It was also an exceptional blow when the night before had been so wonderful, and when there were so many conflicting emotions already racing through one's head about that night before.
She shook her head, trying to push the thoughts out of her mind as she sat down on the bed and rubbed her temples. 'What am I going to do…' she repeated over and over inside her head. She wanted it to happen. She had wanted to be with Callie for such a long time… and she still wanted it. But the page at 5 am had reminded her that she and Callie were in the same working environment. She had made a promise to keep her personal life from her work life…

'But how do you do that when you spend your entire life at work?' She thought, one side of her mind arguing with the other. She had seen what had happened between the people who tried to work together and sleep together here at the hospital. She could still see it. It was a constant conflict, I constant difficulty. It was either: one didn't have enough time for the other, one was too introverted because of losing patients, or one looked suspicious because they were in the on-call room too often…

Erica was pulled from her contradictory emotions when she heard the door click open. Her eyes darted to the open doorway, but the rest of her body remained completely still. Callie took a deep breath when she saw the blonde sitting there, concentration covering her face, fingers at her temples.
"Hi." Callie breathed, taking a step forward and shutting the door behind her. "Can I sit down?" Erica let her head drop into her hands before letting out a deep breath. "Yeah…" Was all she said, without looking back up. Callie nervously walked over to the bed where Erica was sitting and sat down beside her, putting a hand on the other woman's shoulder. "What's going on, Erica?" She asked, her voice deep.
Hahn let out another breath, shaking her head in her hands. "My patient died." She said, her voice in a monotone.
"God, I'm sorry. But you know you did everythi-" "No, Callie that's fine. He was going to die anyway." Erica said cutting her off, and brushing it off by waving her hand in the air before placing it back on her forehead. Callie tilted her head, trying to see through the mass of blonde hair that was covering Erica's face, but to no avail. She couldn't see what was going on in those blue eyes.

"Erica… what's really going on?" She asked, raising her eyebrows as the other woman looked at her to emphasize that it was time to get down to business. This talk was going to come sooner or later – they might as well get it over with now.
"Because if you're already having second thoughts, we really have to talk." She continued, as Erica said nothing, trying to keep her voice steady. Hahn sighed as she put her head back, shaking the hair from her face. "I'm not having any second thoughts. Well, I am, but I can't say they're bad." She said, shutting her eyes as a smile found its way across her lips. Callie's mouth twitched into a grin before falling back down. "But?" She asked, running her hands together.
"But I need to know we won't end up like everyone else."
Callie's eyes widened at this, and her mouth fell open. Erica opened her eyes and looked at her, a confused look on her face. "I mean… look at Shepherd and Grey. Working together has screwed them over, Callie. The last thing I need is for George to pull an Addison and tell me your divorce isn't actually final or something."
Callie burst into laughter, leaning her head back on the pole of the bunk bed as she tried to compose herself. "Callie, I'm being serious!" Erica said, not a sign of amusement on her face. "I made a rule to keep my personal life away from work. I don't want us to end up being some tragic story that's passed from generation to generation of residents. I want this to work!"

Callie took a deep breath before looking at Erica, but the huge smile never left her face. Hahn scoffed and turned her head away, obviously frustrated that Callie wasn't taking this seriously. "Erica! Erica, look at me." Callie ordered, taking the side of her face in her hand and pulling it so that she was facing her. "George and I are very divorced. And I won't let anything happen to us. You are a woman, Erica. If I was just looking for someone to fool around with, I would have gone to Sloan." She said, smiling at Erica's sad eyes. "This is different. We're different. Well, at least… maybe not gender wise…"
Both Callie and Erica laughed at this, leaning on each other's foreheads as they came down from their fit of giggles. "So, are you going to give me a shot at this?" Callie asked, looking into Erica's eyes. Hahn smiled, "Yeah, I guess I will." Was all she said before wrapping her hand around Callie's head and pulling her into a deep kiss.

Maybe it would all work out after all.

THE END.