Disclaimer: Grey's obviously isn't mine. It would be Callie's Anatomy if it were.

Chapter One: And So It Began

Callie felt like an idiot.

She had a crush. And not just any normal crush. It was a girl crush. A girl crush on Crazy Sadie.

So there she sat, in the back of Joe's barely drinking her beer, not so subtly staring at her like a stalker on crack.

She was at the bar with Meredith Grey, laughing and looking amazing as usual. Derek was hovering nearby and occasionally swooped in, trying to convince them to head back home, but thankfully for her they'd brushed him off each time. That meant she could ogle longer.

But ogling lead to leering, and leering was dangerous. Leering got you caught. And getting caught was not on her list of things to do tonight.

Yet, her eyes still traitorously wandered over Sadie's toned arms and down the gentle slope of her back. Really wishing that she weren't still wearing her coat because it was blocking what she knew had to be an awesome view of her ass.

Callie groaned. "No. No hot interns."

"She'll never know unless you go up and talk to her."

Heart in her throat, she swung around toward the voice, finding a woman in her early thirties, with long, blond hair and blue eyes standing by her side.

"Excuse me?"

The woman sat down in the chair next to her and smiled, looking over at Sadie. "The girl at the bar. She won't know you like her unless you go talk to her."

Callie's eyes widened.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about."

She must have dismissed it too quickly, because the woman chuckled and took a sip of her drink.

"Oh, come on. She might as well be a cartoon pork chop to your Wiley Coyote. You've been drooling over her for the last half hour."

Her mouth dropped open. "I have not!"

The blond smirked, looking up at Sadie once more before leaning closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Are you telling me that you don't want to go up there right now, drag her off to the bathroom, and have your naughty way with her?"

She had her there.

Callie did want to drag her off to the bathroom and have her naughty way with her. Several times over in fact.

How had she known?

Squinting wearily, she studied her companion, finally taking her in; low-cut shirt, push-up bra, pencil skirt, short nails, 'fuck me' shoes.

Not many of them exactly screamed lesbian. But she had to admit, she was sexy as hell.

"Fine," Callie admitted, a tiny smile reluctantly playing at her lips, "maybe a little naughtiness. How did you know?"

"You mean other than the fact that you're completely obvious?"

"Am not!"

"Are too!" she argued back playfully, "I don't even think you so much as looked down at your drink when the bartender brought it over."

"And how would you know?"

The woman's brow raised and she took another sip of her drink. "I've been watching you."

Now it was Callie's turn to be surprised. "Oh, really? Why would you be doing that?"

"You intrigued me."

"I intrigued you? How, exactly?"

"Well," she bit her lip and openly let her gaze sweep down Callie's body, "you're a beautiful woman, sitting in a bar all by yourself, so that alone had caught my attention. But after a few minutes? I noticed that every time you caught yourself checking out that girl up there, your cheeks would blush this adorable red and your eyes would dart around the room like you were afraid that someone had seen you. It made me wonder..."

"Wonder what?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

"It made me wonder why a woman, as gorgeous as yourself, felt the need to hide her attraction to someone? Especially when she could clearly have whomever she wanted."

'Wow.' Callie thought. This woman had some balls, that was for sure.

She was a bit speechless.

It had been a long time since someone had so blatantly hit on her. This nameless woman had her captivated, and for the first time in nearly two days she wasn't thinking about Sadie Harris one bit.

"That's a long story, for another day."

"Fair enough."

Smiling, she finished off her beer and waved to Joe for another. "I'm Callie."

"Arizona."

Callie snorted before she could stop herself, "Really? Interesting name."

"Yeah, I get that a lot." she grinned, "My parents were eccentric. Picked my name by throwing a dart at a map. I was this close to being called, New Mexico."

"Seriously?"

"Eighth of an inch from the state line."

That time she actually laughed. Loud and long. Their chuckles lasting until Joe arrived with two fresh drinks, dropping a bowl of pretzels between them.

"So tell me, Arizona... How is it, that out of all the people in here who know me, you're the only one who's actually figured me out?"

"I work with kids on a daily basis." she explained quickly, "For the most part, children don't lie. They don't have a reason to. They show their emotions the second they feel them. It's raw and insightful. After a while, you begin to catch on to the basics. You start categorizing them."

"Does that mean you're calling me childish?"

Arizona smirked and leaned back in her chair, crossing her long legs enticingly. "Not at all. Adults may know how to lie, cheat, and steal, but for the most part, those basic emotions that you learn as a child are still there and they're hard to hide. Pain. Fear. Happiness. Curiosity."

Ah, now she was getting somewhere.

"Is that what you were? Curious?"

"We both were."

Callie could feel her ears burning in embarrassment, laughing nervously to cover it and hoping it didn't show. "I haven't exactly- figured this all out yet. It feels weird saying it out loud."

The woman smiled softly, catching her gaze. "I figured that was the case. The deer in the headlights look sortta gave it away when I called you on it."

"I've really gotta work on that, huh?"

"Probably." Arizona paused, tilting her head to the side, studying her just long enough to make her squirm.

"What?"

"Do you want to get outta here?"

Callie choked on her beer.

"You don't have to go back to the hotel with me if you don't want to," she added quickly, looking around the room, "Just come outside."

Sill reeling, she watched in mild horror as Arizona dropped a few twenties onto the table and tugged on her hand until she got up and followed her out the door.

"You're not going to like- mug me or something, are you?"

"No!" she laughed.

The blond's breath puffed wildly in the frosty air, fingers squeezing hers as she was backed confidently up against the brick outer wall of The Emerald City Bar and kissed her before she'd known what was happening.

Callie gasped, the woman's tongue slipping along hers for the briefest moments, making her stomach flip and her heart race. Her bottom lip was was sucked between two others, soft and sweet, nibbled on lightly, before one last little peck and release.

"But, I might do that."

Still lost in waves of confusion, lust, and surprise, without even looking, Callie could hear the smirk in her voice.

"Like I said, you don't have to come back to the hotel with me. In fact, don't..."

Her eyes popped open at that, finding herself slightly disappointed.

"I'm going to be in town for the next three days or so," she continued, "Sleep on it. If you're still even mildly interested, meet me back here tomorrow at 8pm and we'll get to know each other a little better, okay? No pressure."

Arizona kissed her once more, lingering for a few seconds, before backing away slowly. "So, do we have a deal?"

Callie grinned, almost shyly, "I'll give it some thought."

"Good." Arizona turned and started walking away, bidding her goodbye with a wistful tone. "I hope to see you soon, Callie."

And with that, she disappeared around the corner.

What in the world has she gotten herself into?

Pushing herself away from the wall, knees finally able to support her again, she made her way to the door and opened it just in time for the Grey gang as they finally left.

The funny thing is, all night she'd been wishing that just once Sadie would notice her. That she would come over and tell her she was pretty and sweep her off her feet, or simply ask her if she wanted to get a room.

But now? Even as the younger girl shot her a flirty smile, the last one out the door, she found it oddly un-exhilarating. Boring even.

Maybe this new woman, Arizona, was going to be exactly what she needed.

Three days without pressure.

Callie liked the sound of that.

TBC...

A/N: So, I don't normally write WIP's (it just goes against my principals), but I didn't want the real Arizona to influence anyone's opinion about the one I've written. And since I've been sick, and there's no way that the entire fic will be done by the time the first new January ep airs tonight... Tada! Working on chapter two as we speak.