Disclaimaer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy, I just borrowed the name of the characters for entertaining, no intention to violate any copyrights.
A/N : Thank you all for the support, I am really, really glad that you like this story and stick till the end. As I said, this is the last chapter of this story, this is the end of I don't believe U.
Super thanks to my wonderful and talented beta Tania, I can write so freely because of your help, you are the best.
Enjoy. Hope you like this chapter.
And umm... there's another author note in the bottom.
Ugh! A sharp pain on my neck pulled me out from the slumber.
As I rubbed the back of my neck, I realized I had fallen asleep on the couch. I sat up slowly, stretched my neck to release the tension in my neck and shoulders. I searched my brain to try to remember how I ended up here.
Callie's voice floated through the air and filled my ears. Memories of the night before flooded my mind. Shit! What time was it? I glanced up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already after 10:00 a.m. The CD player must have set in repeat mode, Callie's voice had lulled me into a much needed, peaceful, long sleep.
I quickly went to the bathroom and freshened up, smoothing out my terrible couch hair. I picked up my bag and ran out of the door.
I drove to Callie's apartment as quickly as I the law allowed, my fingers tapping on the steering wheel nervously. In the cold light of morning, I had lost my liquid courage. Think! Arizona Robbins, Think! She shot you down the last time. You need to do something spectacular to convince her that you love her and no matter what, you're not giving up.
I walked into Callie's apartment building just as the elevator doors closed. Without giving it a second thought, I ran toward the stairs. She lives on the fifth floor. Never before was I ever so happy to have taken up jogging, as I thought that the distance would be no problem for me. What I didn't realize was my recently healed left ankle couldn't support this kind of exercise yet. I fell on my knee after put weight on my left foot. Damn. I was starting to understand why Callie kept telling me I need to go for physical therapy.
I pushed myself back up to my feet. I felt a twinge in my knee, but I ignored it. There was no time. I quickly realized I wasn't ready to tackle the stairs and headed back to the lobby for the damn elevator. I pressed the call button impatiently. As soon as it opened, I slipped in and pressed the button to close it again.
Standing alone in the elevator, I took a several slow, deep, breathes, in a desperate quest to calm my unsteady nerves. I was here to impress the woman I love. I needed to turn on my charm, not to look tense and flustered.
Quickly, I walked toward her apartment and I knocked on the blue door. Secretly I prayed Mark Sloan wouldn't be behind this door again.
After several increasingly fierce knocks, the door flung open with force and revealed Callie's very pissed off roommate.
"It's Sunday morning! What could you possibly want from here on a Sunday morning?" Yang questioned with her normal stony expression. Her messier than usual black wavy hair told me I had just woken her up.
"I'm sorry, Yang. Is Callie here?" I looked over her shoulder, desperately searching for a glimpse of her.
"No." Yang was about to slam the door. I slapped my palm on it to push it open up again.
"Where is she? I really need to talk to her, please." I couldn't help but implore. I immediately started to fear the worst. Could Callie already be on her way to Portland?
Yang stared at me. I really couldn't figure out what she was thinking from her stone cold face. It seemed she didn't want to give me the information. I was about to leave, determined to keep calling Callie, while also heading to Portland to try to find her.
"She's in the hospital." Yang answered before I turned around to leave.
"Huh? Which hospital? What happened? Why is she in the hospital?" Shocked by the information, I grasped her forearm. She swung it away.
"She is... she has something to deal with at Seattle Grace. She's there now."
She then shut the door and and I strode toward the elevator.
"Dr. Torres, nice to see you again. Do you want your usual?"
"Nice to see you again too, Meg. Yes, please give me a cafe latte." I smiled at my favorite barista, who is running the coffee cart by the entrance of Seattle Grace Hospital.
"You know, things aren't the same here without you. People seems to drink less coffee when you're not here." Meg joked while making my order. "This one's on me, Dr. Torres."
"Oh Meg, you don't have to..." I gave her a heartfelt grin. It felt good to know that people really missed me here. "Thank you."
"Hey! Morning Callie." I swiveled toward the voice that greeted me and smiled as Addison walked up to me, wearing a sly smile.
"Morning Addison. Do you want a coffee? Meg makes the best coffee in the whole hospital." I winked at Meg. She ducked her head to hide her blushing.
"Oh no, I'm fine. I had my coffee." Addison held up her travel mug and smiled to me and Meg. She waited for me to get my coffee. Then we walked side by side into the hospital.
"What was that?" Addison asked after we passed the double door.
"What?" I raised me eyebrow, sipping my hot coffee.
"The flirting. You and that coffee girl." She gave me a side-glance, still wearing the sly smile on her face.
"There was no flirting, we were just making small talk." I rolled my eyes. "I'm in a good mood, don't ruin it."
I could hear chatter coming from the lobby, but we ignored it. We continued our conversation as we walked up the stairs.
"I'm glad you're on board." Addison patted my shoulder. I smiled back at her.
"I'm glad-" I was interrupted when we arrived on the catwalk.
I froze, startled. I recognized that voice.
I leaned against the railing and looked down from the catwalk to see a pale looking Arizona standing there, out of breath, holding a hand on her left hip, looking up to me.
I stared at her wide-eyed. I barely heard Addison as she talked to her.
"Arizona, what are you doing in here?"
"I... I..." Still short of breath, Arizona tried to raise her voice. "Callie, I need to talk to you."
I turned to look at Addison, who had an amused smile in the corner of her lips as she looked back at me.
"She doesn't know, does she?" I asked.
"No. I haven't had a chance to talk to her. I was too busy dealing with it. And she just came back yesterday."
We shared a mischievous smile, but I quickly replaced it with a blank expression. I asked. "What do you want?"
"I want you!" Arizona shouted from the top of her lungs. I glanced around and saw that everyone in the lobby and on the catwalk had stopped what they were doing. They were all just staring at Arizona and me. My cheeks got really warm.
"What's happening?" Mark strode toward us from the chief of surgery's office, a grin on his face when he saw Arizona standing in the lobby. "She finally got her head out her butt? Hey Arizona!"
Arizona gave him a quick glance and waved her hand briefly, then focused on me again.
"I want you, Calliope Torres. Can we talk? Can you... come down here so we can talk?"
"Why don't you come up here?" I questioned, gazing down at her.
"I can't. My foot... it hurts." She rubbed along her left hip to her thigh. "I ran from your apartment to here. And I don't think my foot is strong enough to climb stairs yet."
That's why she looks pale and short of breath.
Now... I am pissed.
"I told you to take care of your foot. I told you to take it easy. I told you to go to PT... You... You never listen to me." I know we have an audience, and yet I couldn't help but yell at her. "You are... I..." I smacked the railing and turned on my heel to walk away. This woman is unbelievable.
But Mark grasped my arm to stop me. "Callie, give her a chance."
I looked between Mark and Addison. Before I could respond, I heard a gasp coming from downstairs. The three of us looked down to the lobby, but Arizona was nowhere in sight. Two of the nurses pointed toward the stairs. "She's trying to climb the stairs!"
Instinctively, I shot out to run down the stairs, just in time to catch the stubborn woman before she fell on her face.
She had one hand on the handrail, while the other reached for my upper arm. I put both of my hands on her hips to steady her and she looked up to meet my eyes with a full force dimpled smile.
I'm sure my heart skipped a beat.
I locked my jaw to hide a smile. I'm not ready to give in yet.
I helped her down the two stairs she took and then strode away from her in the opposite direction.
"Please Calliope. Please don't walk away from me." She called out behind me. "I can't lose you."
"Arizona, you dumped me!" I turned so suddenly that she almost bumped into me. "You dumped me. You told me you don't want me. Not the other way around. And now, I don't want you."
"Shut up! Shut up!" She blurted out as she threw her hands in the air. "Just... shut up!"
"What...?" I frowned. She was supposed to be pursuing me! How dare she...
"I don't believe you!" She stepped forward and brought her sky blue eyes to look into mine.
"I know. That's why you broke up with me. You don't have to remind me." I took a step back, about to walk away from her again, but she gripped my wrist quickly, preventing me from leaving.
"No! I don't believe you! I don't believe you when you said it's over. I don't believe you when you said you've moved on. I don't believe you just like you didn't believe me when I said I don't love you. You know I love you!" She raised her voice to me.
"Arizona..." Suddenly, I found my throat was too dry to talk.
"And I know you still love me. I'm here to tell you... No, I'm here to demand a do over!" She tightened the grip on my hand and took another step closer to me. Her face was just centimeters away from me. I could see myself in her blue eyes. I could feel her warm breath on my face.
"Huh?" I breathed out. I was getting lost in those blue eyes...
"I love you, Calliope Torres." She cupped my cheek with her free hand and brushed her lips against mine. But her words hit me. I pulled away and swung off her hand on my wrist.
"What do you expect me to say?" I swallowed hard. I have to hold my ground.
"How about I love you too?" She looked at me with hurt written all over her face.
"How about... how about please leave me alone? I'm scared. I won't be able to take it if you hurt me again. I won't survive." I glanced around. Great, the crowd is getting bigger. We're in a hospital. Don't they have anything important to do?
"Doesn't what I said mean anything to you?" Arizona's breaking voice brought me back to her attention. She's looking at the floor. Since I went down to the lobby to meet her, this is the first time she's avoided my gaze.
"I'm sorry. I know you don't like being rejected. Or... or... maybe you're feeling lonely. But you can't just show up here, tell me you love me and expect that to make everything all right. It doesn't work this way." My voice softens.
"Well, how does it work?" She was still looking at the floor. I could see a lone tear slowly rolling down her cheek. My heart clenched.
"I don't know, but not this way." I sighed heavily.
"How about this way." She snapped her head up to look at me again. And I couldn't take my eyes off her glistening stunning blue eyes. "I love that you got angry at a patient when he threw himself into a brick wall for no good reason. I love that you got all cocky when you successfully built a leg with titanium. I love that you would spend an hour and a half in the kitchen just to make me a perfect dinner. I love that you got a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm acting childish. I love that after I've spent the day with your I can still smell your perfume on me. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night and the first person I want to talk to when I wake up. And it's not because I'm lonely. I came here today because when you realize you want to spend the rest of you life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible!"
I don't think I remembered to breath for a minute. We stared at each other without blinking. It's as though we're afraid the woman standing there in front of us will be gone if we blink.
"You see? That's just like you. You say things like that and you make it impossible for me to say no to you. And I hate you. I really hate you. I really really..."
She didn't give me the chance to finish and instead captured my lips with hers.
The kiss started hard and forced. Her hands shifted to cup the back of my neck to pull me toward her, as though she was afraid I would pull away at any second. She sucked my bottom lip like her life depends on it. Slowly, the kiss turned soft, as my body instinctively responded to the woman I love. I felt the tears fall down from my closed eyes. Our lips moved smoothly against each other. My hands gripped on her hips to pull her body closer to mine. We both moaned into the kiss.
We broke it off when oxygen was needed. Our foreheads rested against each other as we panted for breath. I opened my eyes to find her breathtaking blue ones staring back at me.
I could hear cheers around us, but we only had eyes for each other.
"I hate you." I whispered. And we both wore the biggest smiles on our faces.
I brought my thumb to wipe away the tear stains on Callie's face after I leaned forward to peck on her lips one more time. "I love you. And you love me. And none of the rest of it matters. I won't let you go again. We'll figure it out. I can move my practice to Portland. Or I could focus on writing so it doesn't matter where I live. As long as you and I are together, I don't care where we going."
A grin plastered on Callie's face. I missed her megawatt smile so much. I knew I could woo her with my love.
She looked over to the catwalk. I followed her gaze and found Addison standing there, with Mark next to her. He had one hand wrapped around her shoulder, and the other hand holding up his phone.
"By the way, why is Addison in here? Does she have a consult?" I asked when I returned my gaze to the woman in my arms. We'd attracted quite a crowd around us, but I don't care, Callie is in my arms again, I wouldn't let go any time soon.
"I am not going to Portland, Arizona. I'm staying here." Watery brown eyes looked deep into mine. I thought her smile couldn't get any brighter. God, I was wrong.
"You are?" I breathed out, I don't dare to say it out load, afraid it was just a dream, or a delusion.
"I am. Addison called me last night. The new management of the hospital wants me back. I came here today to work out the details."
"We're not going to Portland." I felt the smile on my face spread wider.
"We're not going to Portland." Her smile matching mine.
We captured each other's lips one more time. I wrapped my arms around her neck so tight that she won't be able to pull away, ever. We got lost in each other again, until a cough stirred us and hands patted us on the shoulders.
"Ladies, I'm really happy for you two, but you're stopping traffic." We turned our heads toward the person who disturbed us and smiled when we saw Teddy standing there with a huge smile as well. "People, the show is over, go back to work," she said to the crowd.
"Teddy, you're here too? Am I the only one didn't know what is happening?"
"Sweetie, I don't really know the details yet either. Addison said she'd fill me in when we met." Callie loosened her hold on my hips. I quickly clasped our hands together.
"Good that both of you are in here, we can tell you two together." She looked over our head, we followed her and found Addison beckoning us from the catwalk. "We should go."
I was about to follow Teddy, but Callie stopped me by our linked hands.
"Hey, how's your foot?" She asked softly.
"Sore." I pouted, and put on my best puppy dog eyes. "And I think my knee was chafed while I fell down."
"God, what am I going to do with you?" She rolled her eyes playfully. I just grinned at her.
She gave me a kiss and gestured to Teddy that we'd take the elevator.
We shared a few stolen kisses in the short elevator ride, never letting go of each other's hands as we walked leisurely to the Chief's office..
The door of the office was already open. Mark sat behind the desk fumbling with the computer as Addison sat on the desk talking and laughing with him. Teddy was settled on the couch playing with her phone. There was another guy I don't know sitting on the other side of the desk. He has freakishly thick hair.
"It took you long enough to get here! Did you stop by an on-call room for a quickie?" Mark flashed us a dirty smile. Addison smacked him on the back of his head before anyone could respond.
Teddy shifted to the side of the couch to give space for Callie and I, but Callie asked her to move to the other chair next to the hairy guy. She gave a questioning look but complied. As soon as we settled down on the couch, Callie grabbed my legs and whirled me to a half laying position, putting my foot on her lap.
We all stared at her.
"What? She needs to elevate her foot." She looked around. Everyone in the room gave her wry faces, except me of course. "Oh shut up. Are you going to tell us what's going on, Addison?"
"Yes, you owe me an explanation. Why am I the last one to know all this?" I'm not really mad at this point, I'm content, especially when Callie started to massage my calves gently.
"And where is Webber? Last night you just said he's not here anymore." Callie added.
"Ok ok, I'll spill. No need to give me the third degree." Addison made a face. "Last year after my mother died, the family made me the chairman of the Forbes-Montgomery Foundation. My brother and I want to do something in remembrance of our mother."
Mark snorted. Addison raised her hand about to smack him again, but he swiveled around and got up from the chair in time to evade the attack. She threw a paper clip at him before she flopped on the abandoned chair. She continued.
"Since both Archer and I are doctors, it's natural that we thought about donating money to hospitals. Mercy West was our first choice, but Mercy West itself was like the Titanic. Just pouring money in it is not going to do anyone any good. It turned out Seattle Grace is not doing well, either. The board was disappointed with the previous management, and they were extremely disappointed that the chief didn't use the money makers wisely." Addison entwined her hands and rested them on the table. "One of the money maker is you, Callie."
"Huh?" Callie stilled her hands, stared at Addison with wide eyes.
"You really don't know how good you are?" Mark interrupted. He leaned again the bookshelf, arms crossed at his chest, and shook his head slightly when Callie turned the still confused gaze to him. "Come on Callie. You are a rock star. Do you have any idea how many difficult cases you had treated, successfully?"
The hairy guy chipped in. "In every hospital, the departments that make most of money are Neuro, Plastics and Ortho, normally. In Seattle Grace, Mark and I both have worldwide reputations to attract patients. We had you in Ortho but Webber didn't know how to use your talent. He teamed up with Chang and Campbell because he thought they would get enough support in the hospital for him. He diminished your ability to help his buddy look good. His alcoholism clouded his judgement."
"Webber is an alcoholic?" Callie exclaimed. I hissed when she grabbed my chafed knee a bit too hard. "Sorry babe. What's going to happen to Webber?"
"He's in rehab." Addison waved her hand to ask for attention. "Long story short, the foundation pitched to the boards of Mercy West and Seattle Grace. One thing led to the other, the two hospitals are going to merger together, and the Foundation will be the biggest investor of the new hospital. And the first decision that made by the new board... Well, the second because we decided the new name of the hospital first. It's not going to be Forbes-Montgomery Memorial hospital, it's too lame even to say it out, let alone put it on our front door. It's gonna be Seattle Grace Mercy West hospital because we'll use the building and resources of Seattle Grace. And the most important decision we made is we are going to hire Dr. Calliope Torres to be our new head of Orthopaedics." Addison smiled to Callie. "You were the reason we had to speed up the whole process. We can't let you leave for another hospital, Dr. Torres."
A hand sneaked under my tank top, stroking my stomach lightly. The next thing I knew, soft lips glided to the spot behind my ear, and the warm breath that caressed my skin made me moan.
"Wake up, pretty lady. I want your pancakes." Arizona whispered I shivered and whirled in her arms, my eyes still closed.
"Metaphorical pancakes or real pancakes?" I smiled when she started to kiss me on my lips.
"Can I have both?" She pulled away. I opened my eyes to find breathtaking blue eyes gazing at me with nothing but love. I couldn't think of a better way to wake up in the morning. I raised a hand to cup her cheek. She lowered her head to give me another morning kiss.
"We ate a lot of pancakes last night. Insatiable much?" I said playfully while her lips travelled down to my neck. And she pulled away again.
"I've hardly seen you all week. Who knows you could be this busy after being the head of the department? I should tell Addison to demote you back to a fellow." Arizona hovered above me with the cutest pout on her face.
"Derek Shepherd is the one to blame. Being a new chief of Surgery, he wants to show to everyone, especially Addie, that he's capable of this job. I don't know how but he managed to get a lot of broken athletes to come to us." I reached out to brush the a few golden wisps over the back of her ear, to reveal my beloved dimple. "The workload will be reduced next week. And as soon as your office in the hospital set up, we can see each other every day."
"That's next week. Can we focus on this weekend now?" She leaned down to suck my bottom lip. My hands on her hips pulled her closer to me. In a smooth move, I flipped us and now she's the one underneath.
"You can have anything you want." I grinned. Every time she smiles and the dimples pop up, I don't know how to say no. I know I need to learn. But not now. Not when she's shoved her hands in my panties, groping my butt cheeks.
I bit on her bottom lip when she pulled me closer to her. In the meantime, one of my hand sneaked under her top and went straight to her boob. I tugged her bottom lip before I plunged my tongue into her mouth...
A shout coming from the outside of our little world broke our reverie, and then the door flung open.
We were startled. The next second, I fell on the ground on my back. I groaned in pain and rubbing my lower back, as Arizona yelled.
"Mark! What the hell?"
I opened one eye to look at the interlope. There was Mark standing by the door, with his most gross grin staring at me.
"Nice-" But he couldn't finish what he wanted to say, as a pillow flew to his face out of the nowhere. The collision made his head bang on the door. "Ow!"
"Stop gawking my girl!" Arizona scolded him. She threw me a comforter to cover my body. I just laid on the ground laughing at the whole situation.
Arizona and I had back together for a whole week already, she and Mark are still not getting alone very well. Well, Mark constantly being a vagina block doesn't help anything at all.
"Normally I would say you finish, I'll wait." Another pillow flying toward his direction, but he caught it as he was prepared this time. "There's something on the television you need to see. Come on. You can do the nasty later."
Then he turned around, but left the door wide open.
I climbed back on the bed. I couldn't help but chuckle as I saw the frustrated look on the blonde. I pecked on her lips before pulled her up by her wrist. "Come on, let's go see what he's up to; then we come back to pick up what we left of. I'll remember to lock the door this time."
We walked out the bedroom door, our robes clinging tightly to our bodies. Mark was sitting on the couch with a remote control in hand waiting for us.
"Come on, it's almost there." He grinned like a little boy on Christmas morning waiting to unwrap his presents. I saw Arizona roll her eyes and sit down next to him. I went to the kitchen to pour us some coffee.
The music of Entertainment Tonight came from the television, and then...
"In modern times, Don Juan doesn't has to be a gentleman suitor. Dr. Arizona Robbins just proved it ."
I turned my head to the living room. From my location I couldn't see the TV, but I saw Arizona's hand covering her mouth. Mark had an annoying smirk on his face.
I abandoned the coffee and quickly strode to the couch. I stood behind Arizona and put my hands on her shoulders, staring at the screen.
"Not long ago, we had spotted that famous radio show host & writer Dr. Arizona Robbins was dating new American sweetheart Kimberley Morris. We've been waiting to see any follow up after their steaming kiss in a New York restaurant. Well, last weekend, Dr. Robbins showed us how to woo a woman. However, the woman Dr. Robbins is wooing isn't Kimberley Morris."
They are played a clip from that day in the hospital lobby. The video was shot from afar, but it zoomed to a close up that clearly showed Arizona's and me. The part they showed was near the end of her speech, where she was practically yelling, so it had captured the essence of the whole event.
"How... how... did they get this video?" I asked, shocked.
Mark picked up my Ipad on the coffee table, clicking on something for a while, then handed it to Arizona. I leaned over to check it. There was a video on youtube.
"Who the hell is this... SG-goldenboy? He put it up right after it happened! How..." Arizona exclaimed, still staring at the Ipad.
I gasped. Because I know only one person would called himself the golden boy.
Mark looked at me with a smirk. He knows I know.
He stood up from the couch, patting me on the shoulder as he walked toward the front door. "See you later Robbins!"
I still have my hands on Arizona's shoulders, "Oh my god! Over 120,000 views already?" She turned around to look at me with panic in her eyes.
Should I, or should I not tell her who is the SG-goldenboy?
- the end -
A/N 2 : THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.
Arizona's speech 'when you realize you want to spend the rest of you life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible!' was inspired by the classic romantic comedy When Harry met Sally. I like it a lot, but it would be even more beautiful if Billy Crystal replaced by someone more attractive :p
A/N 3: This is the end of THIS story, as I said. But this is not the end of this pair of Callie and Arizona. I just don't want to drag them to another 20 chapters under the title even though they believed in each other totally.
The companion piece When U say nothing at all is in production, a little time jump set in a over a year from now. I hope you will like it too.
Once again, YAY!