Title: Double Trouble (1/?)

Chapter: The Great Escape

Author: laurenxx3 (iheartcallietorres on ff)

Pairing: Callie/Arizona

Rating: PG-13 [subject to change]

Summary: AU, but still cannon-ish - Arizona moves to Seattle after her brother's death to be closer to her parents and her nieces, six-year-old twins, who she has gained custody of. Callie loves kids, but can she handle Arizona's double trouble twin nieces? "It's double the giggles and double the grins and double the trouble when you're blessed with twins." [Unknown]

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 know I haven't finished Miami Heat, but my muse wouldn't shut up about this new idea for a fic! I am a big hater of nicknames for Arizona like "Ari" and "Zona"… but "Auntie Arizona" is just too much of a mouthful for a six year old! So, they call her "Auntie Zo." I can overlook it when it's kids; can't you? So please forgive me of my use of "Auntie Zo" here and know that I'd NEVER have an adult use a nickname like this. Okay? Okay! : )

[Arizona's POV]

I stretched after placing the last box on the kitchen counter, stiff from unloading all the boxes from the moving truck with the help of my father.

"Is that it?" my dad asks as he observes the utter disarray.

I nod. "Yes, sir," I say. "Except for what's in the car, but that can wait. I need to sit for a moment."

He follows me to the living room where the couch is already situated haphazardly in the center of the large room. I fall onto it unceremoniously, groaning at my protesting muscles.

"Feet off the couch, Arizona," my dad's commanding voice insists.

I open my eyes and think about retorting how this is my house and my couch, not his, but decide against it, moving my legs so that my sneaker-clad feet are dangling off the edge. Even at the age of thirty-four, I'm still intimidated by my highly decorated Military man of a father. A tough guy in every aspect of the word, my father commanded respect and usually got it. That said, he was also a softie at heart when it came to his favorite girls: his wife, aka my mother, me and his two granddaughters, Abby and Emma.

"How are you holding up, sweetheart?" my dad's softer side sprang forth with the gentle question as he settled into the armchair near the couch.

I opened my eyes and sighed. "I guess I'm hanging in there," I said. "It's been rough with the girls, of course, and they miss their daddy. Emma's been acting out a bit and Abby is bottling everything up. She barely talks, even to me." I bit my lip and hesitated at my next thought.

"What's going through your head, Arizona?" my father asked, always having a knack at knowing when something was on my mind.

I sighed again as I sat up on the couch. "What if I can't do this? I never thought I'd even have children, yet here I am in charge of two six year olds' well being. What if I'm not cut out for this?"

"Arizona Marie Robbins," my dad said, bringing out the middle name which never failed to gain my attention. "You are a Robbins, a fighter. You're a Peds surgeon! You're great with kids and those little girls adore you. You can do this. And your mother and I are just a phone call away. You know we'd never turn down an opportunity to watch them from time to time. And your mother will be with them while you're at work anyway. You are not alone in this. We all miss Timothy, but he trusted you to care for them. I know you won't let him down."

I couldn't help but smile sadly at the mention of my little brother who'd lost his life just weeks away from returning from Iraq where he was serving his country. It hadn't been an easy road for Timothy in the last six years. He'd married right out of college and the twins had been born barely a year later, healthy and strong. But there'd been complications during the delivery and his wife, Karla, had suffered an aneurism and died less than a week later, never regaining consciousness and never even holding her baby girls. Timmy had been both devastated at losing the love of his life and elated at the birth of his daughters. Even though full of grief for his late wife, he'd stepped up to single fatherhood. He hadn't had a clue as to how to care for a baby, let alone two, but he was a Robbins. A fighter. A good man in a storm. And he'd been one hell of a dad.

And the girls missed him. A lot. Though they adored their 'Auntie Zo' and their 'Nana and papaw,' it was understandable that they miss and want their father, the only parent they'd even known.

The sudden sound of tiny feet racing down the hall startled me out of my thoughts and I glanced over my shoulder. "Hey, what have I told you both about running in the house?" I said, trying my best to be a decent disciplinarian. I was used to spoiling them while Timmy had done the disciplining. I was supposed to be the cool aunt, damn it!

"Sorry Auntie Zo," Emma said with a slight roll of her eyes. "Nana said we could go to Pizza Barn for dinner if it was okay with you. Can we go? Please?"

Abby stayed silent, allowing her sister to do all the begging. I hadn't been kidding when I'd told my father she barely talked anymore. The only time she said something to me was when I asked her a direct question, and then it was usually a one word response.

I glanced at my watch, then at the kitchen that was still in utter disarray. Going out for dinner was probably the best way to go tonight. "Okay, but you have to promise to be on your best behavior," I warned, aiming it more towards the mischievous Emma than the timid Abby.

"Yes, ma'am," Emma said and Abby just nodded.

I glanced behind me and saw my mother enter the room. She leaned over the back of the couch and kissed my forehead. "Will you be joining us?" she asked. "Or would you like us to bring you something back?"

I thought and decided that I didn't really want to go out. "Could you just bring me back a few slices of pepperoni pizza? I'm kind of tired."

"Of course, sweetie. Daniel?"

"I'll join you three beautiful ladies," he said, standing. "Let Arizona here have a bit of quite time to herself."

I grinned up at him, grateful. They left and I set to unpacking, starting with the kitchen so we wouldn't have an excuse to eat out again the next night. If there was one thing that I'd mastered as a kid, it was packing and unpacking. Being a military family, we moved around a lot. I went to a total of seven elementary schools, four middle schools and three high schools. I was used to being the new kid.

After I finished the kitchen, I was too exhausted to do anything more and decided to take a shower to wash away the sweat. I was just pulling on a robe when I heard the front door open and the twins and my parents walk in. I grinned. As much as it scared me that I was now in charge of two six year olds' well-being, they were also the light of my life.

I exited the bedroom to rejoin my family.

::*::*::*::

[Callie's POV]

I was just minding my own business in the attendings' lounge when I heard it. A giggle. I glanced around, but didn't see anyone. I shook my head, returning my attention to the medical journal in front of me as I plopped another grape into my mouth. I must have been hearing things.

A few minutes went by, then I heard it again. This time, I knew I wasn't hearing things. I stood and walked towards where it sounded like it was coming from and lifted up the corner of the cloth covering a table, surprised to see two striking blue eyes staring up at me. I knelt down and studied the blond child of about five or six. "Well, look what we have here," I said with a grin. "Are you supposed to be in here, sweetie?"

The girl grinned back, showing off killer dimples and a gap in her lower jaw where she'd recently lost two teeth. "We're playing hide 'n seek with Auntie Zo," the girl explained matter of factly.

"We?" I questioned.

The girl nodded. "Abby's behind the curtain," she replied. I glanced over and indeed noticed two small bright pink shoes poking out from under the heavy curtain.

"Abby, huh? You can come out, Abby." The curtain moved aside and a shy replica of the girl under the table peered out from behind the curtain. They were obviously twins. Adorable ones. I turned back to the girl under the table. "And what's your name?" I asked.

"Emma," she replied. "Who are you?"

"I'm Dr. Torres," I said. "But you can call me Callie. Why don't you come out from under there and we'll go find your parents. Okay?"

The girl shook her head. "Our parents are dead. We live with Auntie Zo now. She works here."

I nodded slowly. "Okay, then why don't we go find your aunt? She's probably looking for you."

"Duh," Emma replied, climbing out from under the table. "That's the point of hide 'n seek."

I chuckled at her precociousness. "Oh, okay. I see. So do you know what your aunt does here? Is she a nurse or a doctor or something else?"

Abby came to stand next to her sister, staring at her feet. I could already tell that Emma was the ring leader.

"She's a surgeon!" Emma exclaimed excitedly. "She cuts open people. Kids like us. She fixes them."

Kids, huh? That must mean she was the new Peds attending replacing Dr. Kinley. I'd heard that the Chief had found a replacement, but I'd yet to work with this person.

"Alright, let's see if we can find her. What's her name?"

"Auntie Zo Robbins," Emma replied. "She wears heelys! I want heelys, but she won't let me. She says we're still too young."

I ushered the girls out of the lounge and looked around. "Hmm, I have to agree with her," I said. "I fix bones for a living. I see a lot of kids coming in with broken arms because of those things. We wouldn't want to see you get hurt now, would we?"

Emma shrugged. Abby stayed silent.

"What about you, miss Abby?" I asked. "Do you want heelys, too?"

The young girl shrugged and I gave up trying to get her to say anything. "Alright, kiddos. Let's find your aunt." I led them to the Peds floor, hoping to find her there. I went right for the nurses' station. "Is the new Peds attending around? I think I found her nieces."

The nurse looked relieved. "Oh, thank goodness! She was going crazy. They escaped from the daycare."

I glanced down at them. Emma shrugged, Abby looked at her feet. I returned my attention to the nurse. "Do you know where she is?"

The nurse didn't even get to answer before I heard a relieved "Thank God!" and a rush of footsteps. I turned towards the sound and my breath immediately caught in my breath at the sight of a gorgeous blonde woman drop to her knees in front of the girls, hugging them close to her. "Don't you ever scare me like that again!" she cried out.

The woman finally glanced up at me and stood, her eyes meeting mine and I felt butterflies in my stomach. "Did you find them?" she asked me.

I nodded. "Uh, yeah, they were, um, hiding in the attending lounge on the third floor."

She smiled broadly and I immediately noticed the resemblance between the surgeon and the small girls. All three were blonde and blue-eyed with amazing smiles and adorable dimples. "Thank you," she said sincerely relieved.

"No problem," I replied. The woman, Dr. Robbins, dropped back down to her knees and addressed the girls.

"You two know better than to leave the daycare!" she admonished. "What were you thinking?"

"We wanted to stay with nana today," Emma pouted. "Daycare is boring."

The older blonde shook her head. "I don't care if it's boring. You're not to leave without an adult ever again. Is that clear?" The two girls nodded. "I can't hear you. I said is that clear?"

"Yes ma'am," both girls said.

"Okay," the woman said. "Let's get you back to the daycare where you'll stay until nana comes to get you."

"Why can't nana come get us now?" Emma pouted.

"Because nana had an appointment," the woman said. "She'll come get you as soon as she's done. Now, let's go."

The woman stood and gave me one last smile before ushering them off down the hall. I couldn't help but grin myself as I watched them board the elevator and saw the girl who I presumed was Emma reach out and press all the buttons on the floor selection, causing the older woman to groan in frustration. I had to chuckle. The woman clearly had her hands full with her nieces, but she seemed to be doing a decent job.

::*::*::*::

[Arizona's POV]

After returning the twins to the daycare center and reminding them again that they're to stay put until my mother came to pick them up, I head back to the Peds floor, wondering if I'd catch a glimpse of the mystery woman who'd saved the day. It hadn't been until I'd left the Peds floor that I'd realized that I hadn't gotten the woman's name.

The mystery woman was gone when I returned and I pouted a little bit inside. She was gorgeous with jet black hair falling to frame her face. Her tanned complexion had me guessing that she was of Hispanic descent and her full curves had not escaped my attention.

I shook my head. Now was not the time to be getting involved with anyone anyway. Even if she was gay, which she probably wasn't.

Determined to stop thinking of the mystery woman, I returned my attention to the charts that needed to be filled out. The one thing I hated about this job was the never ending paperwork, which had only intensified with the Head of Peds position I'd acquired merely a week ago.

Though I'd only been there a week, I'd already learned a lot about Seattle Grace Hospital. For one, the gossip mill was ridiculous. I'd thought high school had been bad, but it paled in comparison to SGH. Especially the nursing staff. Which was evident at that very moment.

"I heard she was fired," one nurse whispered to another. "That's why she left so quickly. If she'd quit, wouldn't she have stuck around for a few weeks until they found a replacement?"

"I don't know… I heard that the Chief pissed her off and she took a better offer from Mayo to spite him," another nurse replied. I tried not to listen, but it was damn hard not to.

"Well, whatever the reason, I feel bad for Dr. Torres," the first nurse said and my ears immediately perked up at the name.

"Yeah, me too. She just left her in the parking lot. No goodbye or anything. And after everything she's been through with O'Malley, too…"

"She does seem to attract bad relationships. Which sucks because she's such a warm person. She deserves to be happy."

The buzzing of my pager captured my attention and I glanced down at the offending object, immediately sprinting down the hallway when I noted that it was a 911 from a patient's room. I'd have to forget about the mystery woman and this Dr. Torres for now and focus on saving a life.

The young boy had to be rushed to emergency surgery, but I, along with Dr. Bailey, was able to save him after two hours in the OR. Once we'd gotten him closed up and back to the PICU, I glanced at my watch and noted the time. It had been over seven hours since I ate that bagel with cream cheese for breakfast and my stomach was protesting.

I headed to the cafeteria, dreading the game of 'who do I sit with today?' that I've played every day so far. I was used to it having moved so much when I was a kid, but it was still a pain in the ass. I had just paid for my food and was contemplating just taking it back to my office when a voice captured my attention.

"Any more escape attempts?" I glanced over my shoulder to see the mystery brunette from before paying for her own lunch, offering me a smile. I nearly swooned.

I caught myself staring and quickly snapped myself out of my daze. "Uh, no," I stammered. "No more daring escapes." I mirrored her smile. "Thanks again, by the way. I didn't really get to thank you properly before because, well, I was just glad that they'd been found."

She shook her head, her long hair brushing against her collar bone. "Really, it was no problem," she said. "They're cute kids, your nieces. They look just like you."

I was momentarily stuck on the way she'd inadvertently called me cute. I grinned, then looked at her in confusion. "How'd you know they were my nieces?" I asked. So far, everyone I'd introduced them to at the hospital had assumed they were my daughters.

"They told me," she said.

"They told you?"

She chuckled. "Well, I guess it was more Emma told me that, along with a few other tidbits, and her sister-Abby?" I nodded. "Abby barely said a word." She cocked her head a bit. "Actually, I don't think she said a single word…"

"Don't take it personally," I said. "She hasn't said much of anything to anyone since their dad died a few weeks ago."

A concerned look crossed her face. "I'm sorry to hear that. Your brother, then?"

I nodded. "Yeah," I replied sadly. A sad silence fell over us as my thoughts drifted to Timmy momentarily.

I noted the woman glance over her shoulder and give a slight wave to someone across the room. I cleared my throat. "I'm sorry," I said. "I'm keeping you from your friends. I'll let you go. Thank you again."

I started to walk away, but she stopped me. "Hey, why don't you join us?" she asked. I turned back to face her. "Unless you have other lunch plans?" She smiled and I couldn't say no.

"Just with my e-mail and patient charts, but I suppose that can wait," I replied.

"Great!" she exclaimed, then looked a bit embarrassed by her outburst. I laughed lightly. "So, I only know you as 'Auntie Zo,'" she said as she led me to a table across the cafeteria. "Is that short for Zoë?"

I chuckled. "Not exactly. Arizona Robbins."

"There's a story behind that," she said. "Can't wait to hear it. I'm Callie, by the way. Callie Torres."

A/N: So, what did you think?