Title: Miami Heat (1/?)

Author: laurenxx3 (iheartcallietorres on ff)

Pairing: Callie/Arizona

Rating: PG-13 (subject to change)

Summary: AU - Callie's sister is marrying Arizona's brother.

Disclaimer: You know the drill. All characters belong to Shonda Rhimes/ABC. I don't own anything. Any similarities to real life situations/persons are purely coincidental. Not for profit; for entertainment purposes only.

A/N: I have absolutely NO medical knowledge beyond what I see/hear on Grey's Anatomy, so forgive me of any medical-related errors. Also, this is un-beta'd, so all mistakes are mine. Please let me know if you come across any, but I'm pretty OCD about grammar and spelling, so there shouldn't be too many mistakes. As always, comments are much appreciated (and will encourage me to write more fics in the future - *hint, hint*).

A/N2: I'm skewing the timeline because I can. =P

[Callie's POV]

"You don't think it's too much?"

I shook my head in awe. My sister, my baby sister, stood in front of me wearing a pure white gown that fit her perfectly, the strapless design showcasing her shoulders and décolletage.

"It's perfect," I said with a huge smile. "You're going to make a beautiful bride." I pulled Aria into my arms and hugged her, happy that she'd finally found someone to spend the rest of her life with.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit jealous of that fact, but she's my sister and, even though we'd fought on a regular basis growing up, I loved her and wanted her to be happy. And I could tell she was.

"Thank you," Aria said, pulling away. She studied me intently. "Are you okay?" she asked, noting the tears in my eyes.

I laughed slightly and wiped them away. "I'm fine," I said, taking a deep breath. "Just glad to see you so happy."

She leaned forward and kissed my cheek. "You'll be happy, too, Callie. You'll find that special someone. I promise."

I chuckled and hugged her again. "I hope so," I said. I pulled away and collected myself. "So, when do I get to meet the man who's convinced my social butterfly of a sister to finally settle down?"

Aria smiled and turned so I could unzip the back of the dress. "Tonight, actually," she said. "His family is flying in today and we're all going out to dinner tonight at Chez Panisse."

"How big is his family?" I asked as she changed back into her clothes. I busied myself with hanging the dress up on a hook and smoothing out the delicate satin fabric.

"His family is pretty big," she said, pulling her shirt on over her head. "Almost as big as our, but we wanted to keep the wedding simple. So the only ones attending the wedding are his parents, his sister, his grandparents and a his best friend."

I nodded. "Small is probably best," I noted. "Can you imagine if our entire family was making the trip here? It would be another Torres Family Reunion, but with some… what's Danny's last name?"

"Robbins," Aria supplied.

"Right, it would be a Torres Family Reunion with some Robbins' mixed in. Can you imagine?"

Aria looked horrified for a moment. "Tio Berto in the same room as Colonel Daniel Robbins of the United States Marine Corps?" Her eyes widened to epic proportions.

"Colonel Daniel Robbins?" I inquired.

"Danny's father," she said, grabbing her purse off the chair. "He's a retired Marine and about as intimidating as they get."

"Even more intimidating than Daddy?" I asked.

Aria thought for a moment. "Well, just as intimidating," she said. "I was so nervous the first time I met him, but he seems to like me."

"I can't imagine why," I teased as we exited her childhood bedroom at the Torres estate.

Aria just stuck her tongue out at me and made her way downstairs. "You have a final fitting at eleven o'clock," she said. "For the maid of honor dress."

"I've been to like, twelve fittings," I said, rolling my eyes as I followed her down the stairs. "And the wedding's in three days."

"I know," Aria said. "But I want everything to be perfect."

"Fine," I agreed.

"Oh," Aria said, stopping at the bottom of the stairs to turn back to face me, eyes pleading. "Actually, you'll get to meet Danny's sister before dinner tonight. She'll be at the fitting, too."

I knit my brow. "For what?"

"She's a bridesmaid," Aria answered, as if I should have already known.

"Do you even know this chick?" I asked, somewhat annoyed that I'd have to babysit today. At least Aria wasn't asking me to show her around the city.

"We've met a few times, and chatted on the phone a lot. She's pretty cool. You two would have a lot in common. Oh, and I told her you'd show her around a bit." She grinned and darted out of the front door before I could respond.

"Aria!" I yelled after her, flinging open the door. "Why do I have to show her around?"

Aria turned back to me as she reached the driver's side door of her black Mercedes. "Because I have appointments all day and can't. Please? I am the bride, after all."

I sighed, hands on my hips. "Fine," I grumbled. "But I hope she doesn't expect the grand tour of Miami. I have better things to do today."

Aria eyed me. "Please be nice," she warned.

I scoffed, mocking hurt. "Nice? I'm always nice!"

Aria just stared at me as she got into her car, slamming the door behind her.

I glanced at my watch and noted that I'd have to leave in twenty minutes to get to the dress shop on time. I hoped Danny's sister—I suddenly realized that Aria hadn't told me her name—had a way of getting to the dress shop by herself.

::*::*::*::

[Arizona's POV]

"Thank you for the ride, Mrs. Torres," I said as I got out of the car, driven by the aforementioned.

"No problem, dear," the older woman said through the open window. "I'm sorry I can't go in with you, but I have an appointment with Aria and the wedding planner. My other daughter should be there, though. She'll give you a ride back to the house when you're done here."

I smiled and thanked the older women, waving slightly as she drove away. I turned and entered the small, but elegant dress shop. Inside, there were racks upon racks of wedding gowns to the left, all hand-crafted, and bridesmaid dressed to the right, also hand-crafted.

Directly to the back were the fitting rooms and a large tri-fold mirror, complete with an elevated stool to allow the dressmaker to make alterations. The stool was currently occupied as a middle-aged woman checked the hemline of a deep rose-colored satin dress. While the dress was stunning, I was more enthralled by the woman under the fabric.

She was tall, strikingly beautiful in an unconventional, yet astounding, breathtaking way. From her olive complexion, dark brown eyes and long, raven hair currently pulled back into a single low ponytail, I gathered that this was Aria's sister.

I couldn't help but stare as I stood there watching the woman as she smoothed the satin fabric over her abdomen and hips.

The woman checking to see if alterations were needed suddenly looked up and noticed me standing there. "Are you Ms. Robbins?" she asked me.

Snapped out of my staring, I glanced down at her, my cheeks heating slightly. "Oh, um, yes, that's me," I answered lamely. I glanced back at Aria's sister standing on the stool, catching her gaze in the mirror. She studied me, but didn't say anything.

"I'm just about done here," the dressmaker said. "Then I'll be with you."

"No rush," I said.

"You can have a seat there, if you wish," she said, indicating a pair of chairs against the wall.

I nodded and made my way to the chairs, avoiding the gaze of the striking woman. The last thing I needed was for her to catch me checking her out. I pretended to mess with my phone, willing someone—Danny, my mother, my best friend—to text me so as to give me a valid excuse to keep my gaze averted.

That proved to be futile, however, because I found myself stealing glances every five seconds.

"Everything looks good, Ms. Torres," the dressmaker said a few minutes later. "Nothing else needs to be done." She turned to me. "I'll just go grab your dress," she said and hurried off, pulling the curtain that separated the front of the store from the back closed behind her.

The gorgeous brunette—I was having trouble remembering her name—stepped carefully off the stool and turned to me. I stood and smiled politely.

"Hi, I'm Arizona Robbins," I introduced myself, holding out my hand. "Danny's sister."

She took my hand and I had to force myself from gasping aloud at the metaphysical spark I felt flow through my entire body at the feel of her hand in mine.

"I'm Callie Torres," she said. "Aria's sister."

I tried to gauge whether she'd felt the spark or not, but I couldn't tell. "Nice to meet you," I said.

She pulled her hand back and I mentally pouted at the loss.

"You, too," she said. "Sorry if I'm a bad tour guide. Aria didn't really give me any notice."

I frowned slightly. "You don't have to show me around or hang out with me or anything. I don't want to be an inconvenience at all." I wasn't thrilled at the thought of being on my own in an unfamiliar city, but I didn't want her to be forced to stick with me.

She shrugged and reached behind her, struggling slightly with the zipper of the dress. "I don't really mind," she said, though I wasn't totally convinced. "I didn't really have any plans for today other than laying on the beach and getting some relaxing in before I have to go back to work next week. Could you help me?" She turned and presented me with her back, hands on her hips.

I chuckled slightly and reached for the delicate zipper of the dress, my fingers accidentally brushing across the soft skin of her back, right between her shoulder blades. I heard her suck in a quick breath of air and my stomach did summersaults. I've never really thought a woman's upper back particularly intriguing or sexy, but I found myself staring at the spot my fingers had brushed, wishing I could lean forward and—.

Callie cleared her throat softly and I quickly regained my senses, pulling the small metal tab downward until it reached the end, reveling a strip of her unblemished skin, interrupted only by the band of her black strapless bra.

I quickly dropped my hands and cleared my throat. "There you go," I said, my voice a bit perkier than I'd meant it to be.

"Thanks," she murmured and quickly disappeared into a changing room.

I let out a breath and forced myself to get a grip. I couldn't let my emotions run my head right now. Especially when those emotions involved lust and my brother's fiancée's sister. It would practically be incest. Okay, maybe not because there was no blood relation, but still. It would be weird, right? I didn't even know if she was into women. With my luck, she was probably straight and married with twelve kids.

Cool it, Robbins, I thought to myself as the dressmaker returned with my dress and handing it to me to try on. One more week. That's all I have to get through without jumping Danny's fiancée's sister's bones. One week.

::*::*::*::

[Callie's POV]

"Anything in particular you want to see?" I asked Arizona as we exited the dress shop and I led her to my rental car.

"Food," she replied immediately upon sitting in the passenger seat of the car. "They didn't feed us on my flight and I'm starving."

I chuckled slightly, turning the key in the ignition and buckling my seatbelt. I had to admit, I'd taken an instant liking to Danny's sister, even if she was a little too perky for me. Normally, I found that annoying. Like Lexie Grey, for example. I love the girl to pieces and she's been great for Mark, but damn, she can be annoying at times. Especially at five in the morning before I've had my coffee.

But Arizona's perky was different. I'm not quite sure how yet. I just know it's different.

"What kind of food?" I asked her, backing out of the parking space. "There's a really good Cuban restaurant nearby. Or there's a pizzeria that makes the best pizza in Miami just down a few blocks."

"I love pizza," Arizona said.

I nodded and drove in the direction of the pizzeria, a comfortable silence falling over us. Arizona started out the window at the buildings and beyond to the narrow strip of ocean visible behind the sand dunes.

"It must have been amazing growing up right next to the beach," Arizona mused, lifting herself up slightly to see the water.

I chuckled slightly. "I loved the beach, but you kind of take it for granted when you live here. I didn't realize how much I loved it until I moved away."

"Where'd you move to?"

"Seattle," I answered, stopping at a red light. "Where did you grow up?"

"All over," she said. "My dad is a Marine so we moved around a lot."

"If he was in the Marines, wouldn't you have lived near beaches most of the time?"

Arizona grinned and I nearly swooned at the dimples on full display. "We were usually on a military base close to the beach, but those beaches weren't for civilians. They were for training soldiers." She shrugged.

"Where do you call home now?" I questioned as I pulled into an empty parking spot by the pizzeria.

"I'm kind of in limbo right now," she said, opening the passenger side door. "I resigned my job a few weeks ago for… personal reasons and decided to take a few weeks vacation, especially with Danny's wedding and all that."

We were now inside the small pizzeria and a waiter seated us, handing us menus before giving us a few minutes to decide.

"What do you do?" I asked her, curious as to what job she had to be able to do that.

"Well, I was Head of Pediatric Surgery at Johns Hopkins as of a few weeks ago," she answered.

I nearly choked on my laughter.

"What?" she asked, confused. "You think a woman like me can't be a surgeon? I'll have you know—"

"Arizona!" I stopped her before she got too riled up. "It has nothing to do with you. I was just thinking that it's a small world. I'm an orthopedic surgeon at Seattle Grace."

Arizona's blue eyes widened, then she threw her head back slightly and laughed, sending a wave of chills up and down my spine. Good chills. This woman was adorable. And so sexy at the same time. How in the hell does she manage to pull that off?

"Small world," she agreed. "Seattle Grace. That's a top five teaching hospital, right?"

I nodded. "We just regained our number four ranking and we're hoping to move to number three next year."

"Do you like it there?" she asked, looking over the menu.

I nodded. "I do. The people are great and there's never a dull moment. The chief can be a bit of a bastard at times, but he usually comes to his senses."

She chuckled again. "Sounds like every other chief of surgery in America."

I laughed.

The waiter came by to take our orders and left as quickly as he'd appeared. I studied Arizona, intrigued. I was confused by my reaction to her. I normally don't really care about most people's background, especially if I'd just met them, but for some reason, I wanted to know everything there was to know about Dr. Arizona Robbins.

"So, where are you looking to get a job?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I'm not sure yet. I have a bit of money saved up and thought I'd just take my time finding another job. I mean, I'm kind of itching to cut, but I need a break. I haven't taken vacation time since my second year of residency."

I nodded, taking a sip of the water the waiter had placed in front of me. "Seattle Grace is looking for a new head of Peds," I said jokingly. Well, okay, I was only half joking.

She grinned, sipping her own water. I couldn't keep my eyes from lingering on her lips as she licked them. "I'll keep that in mind," she said.

The waiter delivered our food shortly after, and we ate in a comfortable silence, enjoying the delicious pizza. When we were done and had paid the bill, I asked Arizona what she wanted to do. "I can take you on a short tour of the city or would you rather just head to the house?"

"Hmm, I'm kind of tired," she replied. "I'd like to just relax for a bit."

I nodded and navigated the streets towards the Torres estate. "Do you know when your parents are supposed to arrive?"

She glanced at her watch. "Their plane is due to land in about three hours," she said. "Daddy said they're just going to go straight to the restaurant from the airport because once they get off the plane and through baggage claim it should be about six thirty or so."

I nodded and turned onto the street where the house was. Arizona scanned the homes. "Whoa," she said as we passed a small mansion. "These houses are huge. Is this the street you live on?"

"It's the street I used to live on," I corrected playfully. "My dad's businesses have really been a success." I pulled into the long driveway leading to the house, stopping at the gates. I rolled down the window and punched in the gate code. "If you ever need to get in here, the gate code is 5372," I informed her. She stored the information in her cell phone.

"Welcome to the Torres estate," I said, parking the rental car in the driveway and turning off the engine.

"Whoa," Arizona said again when we stood in front of the house. She looked towards me and lifted her eyebrows. "You grew up here?"

I shrugged, not wanting her to make a big deal of it. I've always been a bit embarrassed by my family's wealth. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful that I've had a comfortable life, but when people want to be friends with you or date you only for your money, you grow to resent the money.

Arizona didn't say anything else as we entered the house, seeming to sense my discomfort of the subject. "So, do you want the grand tour?" I asked.

"Sure," she said.

I showed her the upstairs first, starting with Aria's room, then my own along with the guest room she'd be staying in. It was right across the hall from my own room. I ended the tour in the heart of every Torres house in our family: the kitchen.

"What do you think?" I asked, seeing her stunned expression at the huge kitchen. It was my mother's pride and joy. All the appliances were stainless steel and top of the line. The countertops black marble. The floors real hardwood.

"It's huge," she said. "And kind of intimidating. I can't cook." She blushed slightly at her admission.

I chuckled. "All the women in my family master cooking by the age of fifteen. I was a prodigy, though. I mastered it by age twelve."

She grinned. "Well, maybe you'll have to cook for me sometime then," she said with a grin.

Wait, was she flirting with me?

She flashed me those dimples. Yep. Definite flirting going on.

I was about to reply when her eyes were drawn to something outside the kitchen window that faced the backyard and beyond. "Oh, my God! You can see the beach from here!"

I glanced out the window down to the beach that was a quarter mile away. "Yeah, we own a private stretch," I informed her. "Half a mile in either direction."

She turned back to me, nearly bursting with excitement. I had to laugh. She was like a little kid on Christmas morning. "Would you like to go to the beach before dinner?" I asked.

She nodded. "I'd love that," she said.

I led her back upstairs to the guest room. "You brought a suit, right?"

"It's Miami, of course I brought a suit," she said.

I chuckled. "Alright, I'll meet you out here in five minutes."

I went into my room and dug my suit out of my suitcase, suddenly nervous. I'd only packed one and it was a bikini. I hadn't thought I would need to impress anyone, so I hadn't really cared which one I'd pulled out of my dresser when I'd packed. Of course I'd managed to grab the smallest one I owned. It was bright purple, the top a string bikini-type and the bottoms, though boy shorts-style, left nothing to the imagination.

Damnit!

Sighing, I quickly changed into the suit, then looked at my reflection in the floor length mirror. I turned and studied myself. I wasn't skinny like Aria or toned like Arizona, but I didn't look bad either. I've never been uncomfortable in my own skin, save a few years during puberty, but I've also never been this exposed in front of someone who had as much of an impact on me as Arizona.

Well, it's not like there's anything I could do about it then, so I grabbed my black cover up and a large beach towel. Slipping on a pair of flip flops and grabbing my sunglasses, I exited my room just as the guestroom's door opened. Arizona stood wearing a white cover dress.

"Ready?" I asked, nervous.

She nodded. I led the way down the stairs and through the kitchen. Once outside, Arizona fell into step beside me as we walked towards the beach. The grass of our backyard slowly turned into sand the closer we got until we were about ten yards from the surf. We spread our towels out in the sand a respectable distance apart, but not too far.

I slipped off my flip flops and tossed my sunglasses onto my towel. I pulled my cover up over my head before I could chicken out, avoiding Arizona's gaze as I felt my cheeks heating up. I could feel her eyes on me, but I dared not look at her now. What the hell is wrong with me? I thought to myself. I usually don't give a crap what others think of me but, once again, Arizona was different.

I sensed movement from Arizona and out of the corner of my eye I saw her pull her own cover up over her head. I couldn't keep my gaze averted any longer. I swung my vision to her to take in her sky blue bikini covered, and very toned, body. I gulped as I let my eyes linger, not caring that she could see me blatantly checking her out. The top was barely more than two triangles covering her perfect breasts. My eyes moved down her ribs and flat stomach to her toned abdomen and the matching bikini bottoms, tied at each hip in small bowties. I had to stop myself from reaching out to pull at the strings holding the material together. My gaze traveled next to her trim thighs and perfectly formed calf muscles. I've never understood some men's obsession for legs, but I totally get it now. Arizona's legs were amazing. I could easily imagine them wrapped around my—.

"Are you coming in?" Arizona's voice pulled me from my naughty thoughts. I glanced up at her and felt my face flush deep red at the playful smirk playing across her lips. Oh, yeah, she'd definitely caught me checking her out.

"I, um, what?" I stuttered.

"I asked if you were coming in?" she repeated, taking a few steps backwards towards the water before grinning and turning. I nearly groaned at the sight of her backside in the blue bikini bottoms. Now I'm a leg and an ass woman. And a breast woman. Hell, apparently, if it's Arizona Robbins, I'm an entire body woman.