50 Bucks
Title: 50 Bucks
Author: Nerdfightergirl
Summary: What happened when Arizona figured out that Cristina wasn't the Gunther after all? Post-8X02
Rating: T
Pairing: Callie/Arizona, features Mark
Genre: Humor
Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy, or any of the characters. I am doing this for entertainment and fun and I make no money from it.
A/N: I think a lot of us were thinking about this, so I just thought I'd go ahead and write it. Shorter than my other stories.
“Today was quite a day.” Callie collapsed onto the couch, having finally soothed Sofia to sleep.
“Yep.” Arizona agreed, cuddling into Callie’s side.
“Sinkhole in the middle of the street in Seattle.”
“Yep.”
“I had to talk a man through amputating his own wife’s leg. And then I had to supervise as the bunnies operated on that patient in competition to be the Gunther.”
“I saw. I saw you down there, working on your sudoku. By the way, why do you waste your time with those? I can think of a dozen better uses of your time.”
“Hey! Are you mocking my Sudoku, Miss Crossword? You have your puzzles and I have mine.” Callie pulled back from Arizona’s embrace and gave her an inquisitive look.
“Fine. Sudoku away.” Arizona forced Callie back into her arms. “While you were doing your precious Sudoku, I was losing $50.”
“How’d you lose $50?”
“Mark. We bet on who would be the Gunther. I picked Kepner; he said Yang.”
“So then neither of you won.”
“No, Yang took charge. She’s the Gunther.”
“You didn’t hear? After Yang injected Alex with the epi, Avery stepped up and led April through the rest of the surgery. He was quite impressive.”
At that, Arizona released Callie and jumped up, leaving her very confused wife on the couch as she marched to the door. “Where are you going?” Callie asked to her wife’s back.
“To Mark’s.” Arizona said, as if it should be obvious.
“Umm, why?” But by then, Arizona had already opened the door and walked across the hall to bang on Mark’s door.
“Arizona, if you wake Sofia, you’re dealing with her. Twice in one day? Not on me. I mean it.”
After 10 seconds of furious knocking, Mark opened his door, shirtless and grinning.
“You owe me $50.” Arizona demanded, holding out her hand for him. Then she heard the sure signs of Sofia waking. “And you woke Sofia. For the second time today. And why do you always answer the door like you’re expecting a prostitute to be there?”
“Okay. First of all. You basically threw the money at me and walked off. Not my fault you didn’t stay until the finish line. And I believe YOU woke Sofia. Seriously, who taught you to knock like that? Sounded like gun shots. I don’t blame her for waking up.”
“$50. In my hand. You have 25 seconds, because I have a baby waiting for me.”
Mark shrugged and pulled out his wallet. He dug through it for a minute before coming up with the folded 50 that Arizona had given him earlier that day and slapped it down into her hand. “There. Happy now?”
Without a word, Arizona turned around and walked back across the hall to her own apartment. “Okay, Sofia. Mama’s coming. And she’s got a present for Mr. Piggy Bank.”
Oh, yes. That was totally worth being up half the night with a screaming infant.