Title: Dangerous Play

Author: sinisterkid8

Pairing: Callie/Arizona

Rating: T

Disclaimer: The characters belong to Shonda Rhimes. No infringement intended. No Beta either

Summary: AU- A mysterious blonde striker shows up out of the blue and joins the US national team to compete in the World Cup.

(AZ POV)

My eyes remained fixed on the lumpy suitcase in front of me. Its wheels were aligned slightly crooked, so when you drag it around, it takes a peculiar zigzag path. Its exterior is this hideous shade of eggplant, clearly trying too hard to have a sophisticated look to it. It's almost as if Barney had thrown up and some 'ultra-modern' designer got particularly inspired by the incident. Ugh, what the heck was I thinking when I bought this? How am I supposed to cram my entire life into the freaking thing?

Sighing, I carelessly begin to stuff various articles of clothing into the case- a spunky pair of socks here, random rainbow pajama bottoms there. It's so weird to be leaving this house again. In all honesty, this is what I should've been doing two years ago. Well I would have, if it weren't for... No, I'm not going to think about that. I can't think about it anymore, not if I want to move on. Running a hand through my unruly blonde locks, I grabbed a black remote control and turned the TV on.

"Now here's Jake Fischer to talk to us about the latest with our Women's National Team…" My head snapped up to the screen with wide eyes. After a few seconds of fumbling with the blasted remote, I finally turned the volume up.

"… And here with us right now is the starting goalkeeper for the US team with a gold medal under her belt is our very own Callie Torres."

The camera pans in on the woman sitting next to the stiff interviewer in the ESPN studio and I swear my jaw dropped to the floor. The gorgeous Latina's lips curled upwards slightly, giving the man in front of her a polite smile. Her long raven hair flowed in loose waves down to her shoulders. My mouth watered as I noticed that even the sporty navy jacket couldn't conceal the brunette's curvy but fit figure.

My head started going a little hazy as I stared into a deep chocolate-brown eyes until a deep voice snapped my out of my daze. "So Callie, as the new team captain, after former captain and striker Erica Hahn's abrupt resignation, what kind of shape do you think the team is in for the World Cup now?"

I'm not sure if I'm just seeing things but it almost looked like Callie flinched at the question. Maybe the cameraman twitched? Eh, if she did actually move, it was probably just nerves. 'Jeez Arizona, not everyone is a natural born speech-maker like you,' I think to myself sarcastically. Caught up in my inner rambling, I only caught the second half of the brunette's answer.

"…clearly a very talented player and we wish her the best on the Swedish team, but we've made it through the qualifying matches without her. And as every athlete knows, players may win games but teams win championships. I'm very confident that our team will go far in this tournament."

"Hahn's replacement, forward Arizona Robbins-" Hearing my name, my eyebrows shoot up with interest. 'Well, at least he said my name right, even if he made a bit of a judgy face after he finished saying my first name.'

"…still holds the title as leading scorer for the under-20 team with 113 goals but she has disappeared from the soccer scene for the past two years. We'll have to see what comes next from this new addition and whether or not she can live up to the incredibly high bar she had set for herself in the younger bracket."

'Of course the media was going to pick up on the lost time.' I rolled my eyes and grit my teeth in frustration. Oh well, I won't get too worried; it's not like my personal decisions are any of their damn business. Hopefully they'll just shrug it off and let me just play.

"Well, personally I've never played with her yet but I know for a fact that Coach Webber wouldn't have brought her on the team if she wasn't more than qualified." Callie responds in a sure voice.

"Well, Callie, congratulations on the team qualifying and most of all, good luck as you represent the United States in Canada this-"

I turned off the television and wandered back to my childhood bedroom. Two years ago, living in the room where I spent the first 18 years of my life would've been out of the question. But then life happened and here I am at 23, sitting on the puny twin-size bed with the same Toy Story sheets I begged my parents to get me when I was seven. I just had to have the same comforter as my cool older brother. I may be hot but sometimes it's beyond me how I got past first base on this dweeby bed.

Walking to my closet door, I smoothed the crinkles out of my Cindy Crawford poster then pulled out my traveling checklist.

Do Not Forget! :)

Practice clothes – Check

IPod - Check

Going out clothes – Check

Lucky shin guards – Check

Cleats – Check

Photo with T. –

Crap, I almost forgot! I grabbed the only frame on my desk and gingerly wrapped it up in bubble wrap. Before I could get tempted to start popping all of the air bubbles, I quickly placed the enclosed photo in the ugly suitcase and zipped it up. With a deep breath I began my lopsided journey to my Jeep, tugging my bulky luggage behind me into the dark night. Ready or not, Canada, here I come…