Arizona Robbins knew before she opened her eyes that she was naked. And by the feel of the cushions underneath her, naked on her couch. What the… Fuzzy memories started floating to the surface, a few snapping back into sharp focus when she opened her eyes to find a stunning (from behind at least) and equally naked woman on the floor beside her sofa. Olive skin over curves that were to die for, all topped off with seemingly endless waves of dark hair. And from what she was able to remember, freaking dynamite in bed. Not that they'd actually made it to the bed, judging by the state of her living room. Pillows were scattered around the floor as well as clothes and a few knick-knacks they'd managed to knock to the ground, books and candles and her mother's favorite lamp that she was glad to see wasn't broken.

A look at the clock over the mantle had her shooting up and looking for her clothes. She was late. And on her first day as an attending. Shit, shit, shit. Another look at the truly luscious ass that belonged to the woman on the floor and she had to pause, take a moment. Being late was completely worth it. And last night, more of it coming back to her as the haze of the hangover waned and the headache started to set in, had been the perfect way to celebrate her promotion. Tequila had sure as hell done her a favor the night before.

Just as she found her shirt and pulled it over her shoulders, her mystery woman stirred, sitting up and stretching. And behold, her front was even better than her back. She smiled sleepily as she stretched, looking around for her clothing, one hand tousling her hair.

"Hey." Her voice was husky and positively the sexiest thing Arizona had ever heard. Except for that voice calling her name the night before. The memory of that was going to keep her distracted all day.

"Hey…" Arizona smiled, finding the Latina's shirt on the back of the couch and tossing it to her. "Um…" She could remember exactly how this woman tasted, but her name was escaping her at the moment.

"Callie," the brunette provided, a completely charming smile on her lips.

That triggered a memory and Arizona grinned, buttoning up her shirt. "Calliope."

The pretty Latina grimaced, almost pouting. "I didn't tell you that…"

Arizona laughed, sniffing lightly as she smelled coffee brewing. Thank God for automatic timers. "Not until after the fourth shot, but you did tell me." A blush burned her cheeks and she bit her lip. "Said you wanted to hear me scream it." And had she ever… Her throat was almost sore from screaming it.

Callie's blush matched the blonde's immediately, though her smile became smug. "Oh yeah. That was a good idea I had, even four drinks in." She hummed in satisfaction, one eyebrow arching. "I've never heard my name like that before." Her tongue darted out to lick her lips unconsciously. "It was hot."

Hopping to her feet kept her from dive tackling Callie back onto the floor and ensuring that they both missed work - wherever Callie happened to work, that detail was escaping her as well at the moment. "Okay, well, I'm going to take a shower because I'm late to work and when I come back, you're going to be gone." She backpedaled blindly and tripped over a pair of jeans that had ended up at the base of the stairs.

Callie's mouth opened to say something but Arizona was already running up the stairs. The hardwood floor was quickly cold on her bare ass so she stood up, stretching both arms up toward the ceiling. She hadn't had much time to look around last night, entirely too wrapped up in (and later wrapped around) Arizona Robbins to notice the décor. Mildly put, it was a pastel explosion. So why was she smiling like an idiot? Pastel wasn't her style. Actual colors, contrast, were her style. Still, she was standing in her hookup's living room with a stupid smile on her face.

Finding her pants and panties, she hopped into them while heading toward the kitchen. A coffee pot was steaming on the counter and she helped herself to a cup, finding a row of cutesy, flowered travel mugs in the drying rack next to the sink. She rolled her eyes, but took one anyway. She knew where to return it to later. And she'd have an excuse to see the hot, hot, super hot blonde again. Overhead, she could hear the shower going.

The house was disheveled but empty when Arizona came downstairs, crouching to peek through the rails of the banister to ensure she was alone. Her jacket from the night before was thrown over the back of the couch and she shrugged into it while rushing toward the kitchen for some coffee. She spotted the missing cup after a second and frowned. That one was her favorite. There was no time to miss it, though. And if she was scouting down her favorite mug, she'd have to see the gorgeous brunette again. Her second favorite cup would have to do - there was no time for anything else before work.

Pulling into her spot in the doctor's parking lot, the classic 50's T-bird parked next to her car got a moment's pause from her. Her brother had taught her to appreciate a classic automobile and the steel blue convertible was beautiful. The tiny corner of her mind that wasn't fully feeling her hangover wondered whose car it was. She'd have remembered seeing it in the lot before and no one she worked with had such good taste. Unfortunately, being late for rounds meant that she had no time to admire it. Pausing to appreciate an incredible naked ass was one thing, but a car was a risk she couldn't take. The Head of Pediatrics, her boss, was a real bastard when he wanted to be. Which was most of the time.

The thought spurred her into action, kicking out the wheel of her heelie sneakers and coasting down the sidewalk to the building. The automatic door track meant she had to hop, the thick rubber mat stopping her wheels entirely and she reluctantly snapped them back up. Dr. Stark hated her preference for the wheeled shoes anyways. Thankfully, she had already put on scrubs at home so she wouldn't have to make a detour to the attending's locker room to change.

Miraculously, she caught her day's residents at the nurses' station. "Karev, has Stark been here yet?"

"Nah, you're good, boss," he said, giving her a smirk. "Looks like someone had a good night." He handed over a stack of charts for her to distribute. Alex Karev was a resident two years behind her, his fifth year, and he'd been smart enough to choose her specialty. After some prompting from her, of course, and a promise to keep him off of Dr. Stark's service as much as she could. It was an easy promise to make - it was toss up which of them Stark hated more: Arizona or Alex. It seemed to vary day-to-day.

"Nice of you to join us, Dr. Robbins." A stern voice from behind her told her that today was her day to be in the shit lists.

"Awesome," she muttered under her breath as she turned, glad that she'd been bouncing around on all of the Peds cases for the last week and was familiar with all but the new arrivals. Drinking and truly amazing sex had taken priority over prep work last night. "Dr. Stark, good morning!" She forced a phony smile, though she was sure he didn't notice or care.

Robert Stark, Head of Pediatrics, was an uptight, by-the-book surgeon who did as little work as he could possibly get away with, delegating every task but surgery itself (and then only when the surgery was something that would boost his reputation, everything else was Arizona's to perform) to his residents and attendings. His eyes were disdainful as he surveyed her, mouth tightening as he noticed her shoes. "Did you have something more important to do this morning than your job?" he asked, every word out of his mouth sounding superior. It drove her crazy.

"No sir," Arizona answered dutifully, internally fuming. Excepting the hangover, she'd been having a good morning. That was blown to hell already. And she'd only been in the building five minutes.

"The ER paged. You've been requested to consult on an incoming trauma," he told her, irrepressibly haughty.

"I'll head that way," she answered him, sighing in relief when he turned and walked away without another word. "Dr. Karev, if you'll distribute the cases?"

He gave her a nod, smirking. "I got it." He offered her a lab coat that she recognized as her own, the monkey patch on the chest identifying it more easily than her name would have. "Go on."

Arizona swapped him the charts for her coat, giving him a grateful smile. "Thank you, Alex. You're awesome." She checked the time on her phone. "I'll try and be quick, but you know what needs to get done until I can get back up here."

"I got it," he repeated, shifting the pile of folders in his arms and turning his attention to the waiting residents. "You know what goes where. Get to work, people."

Arizona couldn't help smiling as she skated toward the elevator. Karev talked tough but he had a good heart. And he was great with the kids. He still had some issues dealing with the parents, but she was working with him. He was going to kick ass someday. Especially since he had her helping him out.

The elevator was empty as she rode down to the Emergency Room floor, Arizona grateful to find a bottle of aspirin in her lab coat pocket. If she wasn't a lesbian, she could kiss Alex sometimes. Tossing back four, she swallowed them dry, shaking her head furiously to try and clear it. In spite of the favor it had done her in the form of the curvy goddess she'd woken up to, tequila was not her friend at the moment.

She followed Owen Hunt's deep voice to Trauma Room 1. He waved her in with a nod of greeting, smiling as he noticed her new dark blue scrubs. "Congratulations on the promotion, Dr. Robbins. You deserve it."

"Thank you, Dr. Hunt. I heard we have a child incoming?" Tall, broad, bearded, and redheaded, Dr. Hunt was a trauma specialist who'd joined the staff at Seattle Grace after a long stint in the Army doing the exact same work, albeit with more gunshots and explosions. Superior tools and the fact that his mother lived across town hadn't been enough to keep him around until he'd met Cristina Yang, a resident in the same year as Alex Karev, who was training to be a Cardiothoracic surgeon under Owen's best friend, former Army buddy, and Seattle Grace's Head of Cardio, Teddy Altman. Unfortunately for all involved, Teddy also had feelings for Owen that he'd been blind to until after he'd already been seeing Christina.

Thinking of her one night stand the night before, Arizona couldn't help the grateful feeling in her chest that her life wasn't as complicated as some of her friend's lives.

"ETA five minutes if you want to meet the ambulance. Six year old girl fell out of a tree. The parents think she was about ten feet up when she slipped." Arizona grimaced in sympathy. She'd climbed a tree or two herself growing up with her brother and a fall from that height could be wicked.

"Have you paged Neuro or Ortho?"

He sent her an amused smile over the edge of the chart he was prepping. "Yes. Dr. Shepherd is in surgery so he'll check the head CT as soon as we have them and the new Ortho attending should be here any minute." Owen handed over the chart as he finished his notations. "She's a new hire from Miami, so if you could help her get the lay of the land, I know the Chief would appreciate it. He's sending her down straight from Human Resources."

"So much for a light first day," Arizona commented, eyes scanning the chart. "Thanks Owen. I'm on it."

"Thank you, Dr. Robbins."

There was a row of waiting interns at the sliding doors to the ambulance bay and Arizona slid into place on the end of the line, not paying attention beyond her coffee cup and the throbbing headache she was waiting to fade from behind her eyes.

"Cute cup," a familiar voice said from beside her, drawing Arizona's eyes.

"Thanks." The blonde blinked, startled, and did a quick double-take as she realized who was standing at her elbow. "You!" She looked around as though they were about to get caught at something. "What are you doing here?" Her gaze narrowed at the coffee mug in the other woman's hand. Her coffee mug, as a matter of fact. "Besides returning my favorite cup?"

Callie just smirked, taking a long sip. "Thanks for the loan. And I'm a doctor here."

Her outfit, dark blue scrubs and lab coat with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows (sexy, her subconscious reminded her), sunk through Arizona's distracted mind and she gaped. "You're a doctor here? Since when?" She was sure she'd have noticed this woman around.

The brunette just shrugged, smirking sideways at her. "Since about half an hour ago. This case saved me from a day of paperwork." Arizona looked flabbergasted and Callie leaned over to whisper in her ear. "You were a little wasted. I don't blame you for not remembering." She rocked back on her heels, pleased smile on her lips. "You still remember my name though, right?"

"Calliope," Arizona whispered, blushing uncharacteristically. There was something about this woman that affected her. She'd written it off to an effect of the tequila, but she was stone sober now and she could still feel the tremor in her gut. "You're the new Ortho attending," she realized out loud. "I'm supposed to show you the ropes, Calliope."

Callie grimaced, looking around to see if anyone was listening. "Less of that around here, please," she requested. "Callie is fine. Only my dad calls me Calliope."

"That's a shame," Arizona said genuinely, both of them able to hear the ambulance sirens in the distance. "It's a beautiful name." She let her eyes rake the Latina's form. "It suits you."

Biting back another pleased smile, Callie nudged her with an elbow. "So, anyway… Last night was…"

"Last night was awesome," agreed Arizona, happily finishing off the statement for her.

Callie took another sip of her coffee, scuffing her sneaker along the concrete. "Any chance it could happen again? Say, Friday night?"

Arizona raised both eyebrows, a slow smile growing on her face, but before she could answer the ambulance squealed into the bay. "Saved by the siren," she teased, pushing the chart into Callie's chest as she backed toward the vehicle.

The little girl was crying as they wheeled her inside and it sobered both of their flirty moods. Just in time as far as Arizona was concerned. She was a damn good surgeon and a dedicated professional. Flirting with a fellow doctor at work, especially one she'd woken up with this morning, was not something she would let herself become known for. For one thing, it was sure to get back to Stark and drive his opinion of her even further down. But on the other hand, Calliope was very hot. And between her passion last night and her apparently continued interest, it seemed like she had a shot if she wanted it.

She wanted it very much.

Nothing could happen at work, though. They were both new attendings. They had to keep their professional lives professional.

Arizona forced herself to repeat the mantra as she went to work, though it became very difficult when Callie flashed her a sliver of a smile over the bed. She blinked and it was gone again, hidden behind a mask of stark professionalism.

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