This is my first ever fanfiction, so go easy on me! And let me know if this is worth continuing!

Callie Torres was an excellent surgeon; she was talented with a hardcore exterior and anyone who had come in contact with her knew that. She didn't have many people in her life. One: she never really had time. Two: she was a hard person to get to know.

She had a good upbringing, grew up in a well-established family and had a great life. When her parents died in a car accident, her world shifted. Suddenly she was left with her younger sister Aria, Callie was 16 when the accident happened, and Aria was 14. They grew up in a privileged household. Her family had money and growing up she had it easy, though she never really felt like she fit into that world. Aria on the other hand, was made for it. When their parents died they were left with family assistants and people who worked with their parents and of course there were other family members willing to step in and help out but Callie always thought that as the eldest of the family, it was now her job to take care of her younger sister. Callie was never the type of girl who had a lot of friends, she spent most of her time alone doing schoolwork and Aria was she closest thing to a friend she had at the time of their parents death. The grieving process for Aria was quick, she became focused more on her budding social life as a young wealthy girl, leaving Callie completely alone. It hardened her, changed her. It was like she lost a sister too.

When Callie graduated high school she decided to leave her home state of Florida and go to college across the country. She wasn't needed in Miami anymore; Aria didn't need her. No one did, so she left. A benefit of her family being wealthy, was that she didn't have to worry about her college and medical school tuitions. All she had to focus on was studying and becoming an incredible doctor. After college and medical school, she landed an internship at Seattle Grace Hospital where she was now a fifth year resident specializing in orthopedics. She kicked ass. Everyone in the hospital treated her like someone with more stature because of how good she was.

It was a Tuesday and Callie was smack dab in the middle of her morning routine. Because she was usually late, she would just grab her morning caffeine at the coffee cart in the lobby of the hospital, but she was ahead of schedule today so she took a detour. She was standing in line at the coffee shop around the corner from the hospital, a place she often frequented when she wasn't at work, and checking emails on her phone when suddenly she felt a push and was instantly covered by the entire contents of someone's cup containing iced coffee. She stood there silently, mouth open, staring down at her clothes.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry!" she heard someone say without looking up.

It had happened so quickly, she hadn't been paying attention and clearly whoever spilled their drink all over her hadn't either. Finally she pulled her gaze up from her clothes to the person whose voice she heard. What met her eyes were an apologetic pair of the bluest eyes she had ever seen, eyes that belonged to a beautiful and incredibly flustered blonde. At first Callie's breath hitched in her throat, the woman standing wide eyed in front of her was a bombshell, to say the least. Seconds later she remembered this bombshell had just spilled her entire drink over her clothes, causing her to probably now be late for work.

"I am so sorry," the blonde said.

Callie simply sighed then rang out the bottom hem of her shirt causing drops of iced coffee to drip to the floor.

"Yeah uh, it's okay, don't worry about it," she said.

The blonde could hear the annoyance in Callie's voice, proving that it was in fact, not okay.

"No, no," the blonde said. "It's not. Here, sit down and I'll get some napkins."

Callie did not protest and let the woman lead her to an unoccupied table. She sat down and then accepted the napkins she was now being handed.

"Something like this would happen today," the woman mumbled quietly, but loud enough for Callie to hear, while she stood shaking her head.

In her mind, Callie was having a bit of an argument with herself. She couldn't decide if she should be angry with the stranger because of her now ruined clothes, or forgiving because of how nervous this person seemed. She went with the latter and decided to introduce herself.

"I'm Callie," she said as she held out her hand.

The stranger offered a soft smile in return and Callie's heart melted. She was a sucker for dimples and this woman had hers out in full force.

"Not the best way to meet someone new," the woman replied as she shook Callie's hand. "I'm Arizona."

Callie chuckled a little bit, she couldn't be mad at someone this adorable.

"Hey," Callie said. "It's alright. Knowing me I would have probably spilled my own drink down the front of my clothes before the day was over."

Arizona relaxed a little and took a seat opposite Callie at the table. "I can be a little clumsy sometimes," she said.

Callie nodded. "I think we all can."

As Callie took in Arizona's features she realized she had never seen her before. Everyone who spent time at the coffee shop was almost always a regular, a lot of whom were personnel from Seattle Grace.

"Are you new to town?" Callie asked.

"I am actually," Arizona said. "Just got here a few days ago, I start a new job today."

That explained the nerves, Callie thought. Then she thought of her job and how she really had to get to the hospital before Bailey bit her head off for being late. Bailey had become chief resident after Callie had lost the position; everyone, including herself realized her skills were better used on surgery only.

"Speaking of jobs, I really have to get going."

Arizona shifted in her seat then nodded as her smile faltered, understanding why Callie had to go and thinking about the fact that she too should get going.

"Right," she said. "I'm sorry to have kept you."

"It's fine Arizona, good luck with the new job."

With that Callie exited the coffee shop, leaving Arizona behind her.

Once she was changed into her scrubs and in the ER, she stood by the nurses station looking over some charts when she started to mentally slap herself for not getting any information from Arizona, like maybe a phone number or something. She liked her, which is rare. Arizona was sweet and beautiful and new. Callie especially liked the new part.

"Torres!" she heard Bailey call from across the emergency room. "Come here."

"What's up?" Callie asked Bailey.

"There's a new attending starting today, Dr. Robbins, Pediatrics. You may have a case together if she needs any ortho consults. Two words: be nice."

Bailey left Callie alone with those last words, words that should be more important but really weren't. Callie was who she was, she was focused and hardworking and that often came off as cold and almost rude, especially when she had to work with new people who didn't get her, or knew how she did things.

Most of the day had passed and it had been pretty slow as far as ortho cases, she had a few consults but wasn't needed for any surgeries, whish was rare. She didn't often get a chance to stop during her shifts but today was an odd exception. She spent most of her time catching up on charts in an empty on call room. At the feeling of a vibration, Callie pulled her pager off her hip and read what came across the screen.

"Bailey. The Pit. Fun," Callie said to herself with fake enthusiasm. She was bored doing charts but she wasn't in the mood for anything serious today. She dragged herself up off the bed and pulled her lab coat on and rolled up the sleeves, her signature way of wearing it.

Apparently in her absence it had gotten busy. The pit was packed with people who were scrambling around, trying to attempt to help all the new patients that piled in. She saw Bailey standing outside of trauma room three and ran over to her.

"Bailey," Callie said. "You paged?"

"I did," Bailey said. "15 year old male, got into an accident on his bike. So far we know he's got a broken wrist, a possible fractured collarbone and some broken bones in his right hand. Don't know anything else yet. He's a ped's case, so play nice with the new attending. Don't want to anger her before she's even really gotten a chance to work with you."

Callie glanced into the trauma room and could see three bodies; two were maneuvering around the bed where the young boy lay, the third stood with her back towards the window. Callie couldn't see what she looked like, only blonde hair, she suspected that to be the new attending.

"Got it Bailey. I'll be on my best behavior," Callie said sarcastically and laughed a little bit before pulling the trauma room door open and going inside. She took in the scene before her. The kid looked pretty mangled and shaken up.

"Okay Riley, we are going to take really good care of you. I'm Dr. Robbins and I'm going to make sure you get all fixed up."

The attending's back was still towards Callie, but upon hearing the voice, recognition washed over her. Despite not knowing it for long, Callie knew the voice of the doctor speaking.

"Where do you want me?" Callie asked, not spending anymore time thinking about it.

Without turning around the new doctor replied. "You're Dr. Torres I presume. I'd like you to take a look at his breaks before we take him up for CT. It seems like it was a pretty hard fall."

Callie made her way to the side of the bed so she could look at Riley's breaks. After pulling on some gloves she examined the wrist break and the hand fractures. The new doctor finally focused her attention on the one who had just entered the room. Her eyes narrowed and her lips curled up into a faint smile before Callie caught her gaze briefly and the smile vanished. Both knew who the other was but neither mentioned it; instead Callie seemed focused on the patient in front of her. Extremely focused.

"This is a pretty nasty wrist break," Callie said. "I can tell you now, that I'm going to need to place some screws in here in order to stabilize it. Is there an OR booked? We're going to need it. I'll go get ready."

"Dr. Torres, Riley still has to go to CT and we need pictures. We need to make sure that there's nothing happening inside, that shouldn't be happening."

Callie looked down at Riley then at Arizona and took a step back from the table. "Oh uh…right. Sorry, just let me know when you need me then."

Without waiting for any response, Callie left. She knew better then to act so quickly, of course they needed scans and images of Riley's injuries before they even stepped foot in the OR. For some reason the presence of Arizona made Callie's ego inflate a little, it also seemed to make her a little careless. She was a good doctor and she always did everything right, she never faltered. Today was different. Callie leaned against the wall down the hall and around the corner from the trauma room. She had been off her game lately and wondered if anyone noticed. The anniversary of her parent's accident was fast approaching. Their death was something she had never been able to get over, but the only time the memory and the loss made her falter was always around the time they died every year. The rest of the year she was fine, or so she said. She had never told anyone at the hospital about it, so she would be suffering in silence. Even if people at the hospital did know, she would never accept their pity. It wouldn't matter anyways, because they were all doctors. They dealt with death and loss every day and they all knew what it felt like. She closed her eyes for a few seconds until she felt another body come up beside her and lean against the wall. She opened her eyes and turned to find Arizona looking at her intently.

"Dr. Torres," Arizona said, her voice thick with what seemed like genuine concern. "Are you okay?"

Callie didn't speak right away; instead she turned her eyes back towards the other side of the hallway then took a deep breath.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I-I'm fine. I was just getting a bit of a breather," Callie said then looked back at Arizona who was now smiling and giving Callie a full view of her dimples. It sounded cheesy, but Callie thought Arizona had a magic smile. She instantly felt better.

"I never would have thought your new job was as an attending surgeon at Seattle Grace," Callie said and smiled back.

Arizona blushed. "Actually, I'm head of the Pediatric Department as well…"

Callie was surprised. Arizona seemed young; to be the head of an entire department was a pretty big achievement.

"Well that is certainly an accomplishment Dr. Robbins."

"And you?" Arizona asked. "I certainly can't picture you breaking and fixing bones for a living."

"Please, have you seen my muscles?" She lifted her arms and flexed to emphasize her point. She was strong and it was obvious, years of working on ortho cases and taking care of her body made her strength visible to others.

Laughter floated through the surprisingly quiet hallway as the two woman joked with each other.

"I'm impressed," Arizona said. "I also like the scrubs better then your normal clothes."

"That's only because the clothes you saw me in this morning were covered by a certain someone's beverage," Callie replied as she nudged her shoulder against Arizona's.

Before the conversation could continue both of their pagers went off, Riley was done in CT and they had to go check on the extent of his injuries. Callie did know he would need surgery when she saw his wrist, even before he had gone to get X-ray's done. The two doctors snapped into work mode and went back to being nothing but two people working on the same case together, both trying to be professional. It wasn't easy. Even though they had only known each other for less then a day, there was chemistry between them that was hard to ignore.

They worked diligently during the surgery, Callie on the bones and Arizona on the other injuries. Turns out Riley slammed into the ground pretty hard when he fell off his bike and there were some internal problems that Arizona was doing her best to fix. Arizona was impressed by how quickly Callie had reset and stabilized the young boy's broken bones, she hadn't heard much about the doctor during her first day at Seattle Grace, but what did she hear did her justice. She was an incredible orthopedic surgeon.

"You did a great job in there," Arizona said to Callie as the doctors stood in the scrub room after the surgery was finished.

Callie took off her mask and threw it in the trash then began washing her hands. "Thanks," she said. "You too. Riley should be just fine."

"Listen," Arizona said as she leaned against the sink. "I'm done in about a half hour, do you want to get a drink or something somewhere? I don't know where seeing how I'm new to this town but I could really use one."

Thinking about it for a second, Callie wanted to spend more time with the blonde surgeon but she didn't want to get attached, something she already found herself getting. It had been a long time since she had met someone who she felt so comfortable with so quickly. It was just the wrong time for friends in her life, she knew that this time of year she often lashed out at people for no reason and she didn't want to do that with Arizona. It was just a drink and she wasn't sure if Arizona was asking as a fellow surgeon, a friend or quite possible something more. There was no indication of anything more, but something told Callie they could end up down that road. Alcohol always enhanced feelings for Callie and she didn't want to risk doing something stupid. For now, the only contact she could have with the blonde would be at work.

"Sorry, not tonight. Uh-maybe another time?" Callie replied in a very matter of fact way. She could see Arizona's eyes sadden a little at the response and suddenly wanted to change her answer.

"Oh." Arizona said. Clearly put off by Callie's answer, she was a little upset at first but became stoic quickly. "That's fine, yeah another time maybe."

Before Callie had the chance to say anything in return Arizona left the scrub room, leaving Callie to think about what had just happened. Was Arizona angry that she had said no? Maybe a little, Callie thought. She seemed more disappointed then anything.

Returning to the residents lounge Callie went to change into her clothes then remembered they were covered in coffee. She sat down on one of the couches in the room and leaned back. This time of night there weren't many people around unless they were on the night shift or were on call. The resident's lounge was quiet and empty. Callie leaned forward and placed her head in her hands. The only time she ever let real emotion come through was when she was by herself and she didn't have to worry about people being there to watch her display. A tear slid down her cheek and she lifted her head to wipe it off. Thoughts of her parents and even her sister played through her mind and she felt sad. She was sad. She missed them.

Arizona sensed something was wrong with Callie in the scrub room before she had even asked her to go for a drink. It was clear that Callie was stressed and dealing with something but Arizona was a stranger to her and didn't feel like she had the right to ask. She thought a drink would be a good way to clear their heads and get to know each other more. Callie seemed to disagree and refused quickly so Arizona left. No point in trying to spend time with someone who doesn't want to spend time with you. The peds surgeon didn't know what was going on with Callie but she found herself wanting to comfort the other woman. After changing back into her clothes and gathering her things Arizona headed to one of the main nurses stations to sign some charts before she went home. On her way she walked past the residents lounge, she stopped for a second when she looked through the window and saw the person who occupied her current thoughts sitting on the couch crying. She didn't linger there, she didn't want to be caught watching Callie.

It upset Arizona, seeing Callie like that. She wanted to go into the room and sit down beside her to make sure everything was okay. She wouldn't of course, because they were after all still strangers. They worked together, they were meant to be professional. That's how they would stay until she saw an indication to try to build a friendship. She could see herself doing that; she wanted to be friends with Callie. She wanted to be more then friends with Callie, a thought that shocked her. She had never had romantic feelings about someone she had known for such a short period of time but with Callie it was different. She couldn't help but feel a kinship with the other surgeon. It was late and Arizona was tired, she had to start early the next morning and figured it would be easier to crash in an on call room then it would be to go home and come back the next day. She didn't get much sleep, instead she spent a lot of time staring at the bed above her.

Callie decided to stay over at the hospital that night too and quickly fell asleep on the couch in the resident's lounge. It didn't take long before she woke up covered in a light sweat because of a bad dream, an occurrence she was used too.

Both of the doctors lay awake thinking and trying to sleep. Each of their thoughts drifted to the other person. There was a pull between them, an invisible rope that now tied them together and neither could figure out why but they could feel it, and they could tell that it was only going to get stronger.