A/N: So I thought I'd venture out a bit. Let me know what you think?
An arm shot through the elevator doors before they could close completely. "How's tomorrow?" she asked as a charming smile spread slowly across her face. I laughed, relieved, and my smile was answer enough for her.
"Dr Robbins?"
Arizona snapped out of her daydream at the sound of her name. She looked around and found Bailey staring, eyebrows raised. She flushed automatically, had she been talking out loud? Clicking the pen in her hand compulsively, she straightened up from the desk she had been leaning on and composed her face. "Dr. Bailey?"
"Micah's post-op system function results." She thrust a chart into the attending's hands and spun on her heel to leave.
"Bailey," Arizona called, a plea evident in her tone.
She turned back and waited, ever the consummate professional.
"I know we haven't worked together long, but I'd like to think that we're friends…" Arizona trailed off, losing her nerve somewhere in the midst of the short woman's hard stare. "Friendly?" she compromised.
Arizona hardened her reserve. She was new here and she needed information. Bailey was the closest thing she had to a friend at the hospital. "I saw you at Joe's the other night."
"Are you commenting on that as my superior?"
"No," Arizona objected, "I just-"
"Are you inviting me out for a drink?"
Arizona's head tipped to the side, a bewildered look on her face. "No. I mean, if you want-"
"Would this be about your personal business?"
"Well I saw you talking to Callie Torres at Joe's," Arizona answered, so relieved that they were finally on the same page that she missed the warning tone in the short woman's voice.
Bailey's eyebrows shot up. "Stop talking."
Arizona's mouth dropped open in surprise as the woman simply turned and walked off after rudely silencing her. This took 'no-nonsense' to an entirely different level. She shook off her shock after a moment and, taking a quick step to start, she wheeled after the resident bustling down the hall. "I just wanted to ask your advice." She spoke quickly, not giving the other woman time to interrupt. "I think we kind of have a date tonight and I don't know where to take her, what kind of thing she likes. I mean, I've heard the talk but I wanted more information, and you're her friend, right?"
Bailey stopped walking and closed her eyes, a hand gesturing through the air and she seemed to be muttering to herself. She abruptly ended her internal debate, turning and gesturing imperiously for Arizona to follow her.
Curious, Arizona trailed after the woman. "Are you going to-"
"I don't do this," came the immediate reply. Bailey was scanning the halls determinedly as they walked. She veered suddenly down a hall, moving even faster. "Sloan!"
The tall man turned, and Arizona raised her eyebrows in surprise. He looked more like a movie star than a doctor, though the dark blue scrubs seemed to indicate that he was a colleague.
"Sloan, Robbins. Robbins, Sloan," Bailey said shortly, gesturing back and forth between the two doctors. "Robbins needs a consult." With that, Bailey turned and stalked back the way they had come, satisfied that she was finished with this nonsense.
Mark grinned at the obviously confused and uncomfortable doctor, glad that Callie had pointed her out earlier when she hid behind him to avoid the blonde. Arizona smiled warily in response, unsure what she was supposed to say to this strange man. Why would Bailey have passed her off to him?
"Robbins eh?" he said in a teasing drawl. "You're the new attending who works with newborns right?"
She stiffened, her eyes narrowing slightly at his odd emphasis. Everything fell into place.
"Pediatrics," she confirmed, ignoring the overtones. "And you are…"
"Plastics and ENT, double boarded." Mark crossed his arms over his chest, flexing his biceps.
"Well, it was nice meeting you." Arizona shot him a dimpled smile and brushed past him.
He turned and effortlessly kept pace with her, "What about your consult?"
"I don't think I'll be needing your assistance after all."
"Are you sure?" Mark stopped walking, thoroughly enjoying the situation. "Torres certainly has, in the past." He watched as the blonde froze, her back still to him.
Arizona spun around on her heels and smiled blindingly at the tall doctor, using her own form of intimidation. "Absolutely," she enunciated, the glint in her blue gaze making it clear that she was picking up the gauntlet. "It was super nice to meet you though."
He watched her roll away, slightly bemused. A smile slowly spread across his face, he liked this one. He could already tell she had more spirit than George and was more fun than Erica had been.
"Well it looks like a simple fracture Mr. Davis, but I'm going to have Dr. Grey take you up for an x-ray just in case," Callie said, stripping off her gloves as she stood. "If the scans come back clean, cast it and discharge him Grey." Callie smiled at the kindly old man. "Now you make sure she lets you pick your favorite color for the casting material," she teased as she backed away.
She stiffened as she felt a hand on her back. She turned quickly, her nerves only increasing when she realized it was Arizona who had stopped her. "Oh, uh, hey." She inwardly cursed her utter lack of 'cool' around the blonde.
"Hey," Arizona replied in a soft voice. "I just wanted to make sure you were still good for dinner tonight." She cocked her head and gave the Latina a smile calculated to use her dimples to their maximum potential.
Callie smiled before she could help herself. She marveled at her reaction; god this woman was dangerous. "I'm looking forward to it," she flirted. "Meet you by the entrance at eight?"
Arizona laughed under her breath, she couldn't remember the last time she was so intrigued by anyone. "Eight," she confirmed as she slowly backed away from the other woman. "And Calliope," she bit her lower lip slightly and let her eyes slowly skim down luscious curves before returning to the Latina's face. She noted the taller woman's flush with satisfaction. "You should be. Looking forward to it, that is."