Two Hearts..One Beat Chp 4
Chapter 4
Callie was halfway out the door when the phone rang.
Callie debated on whether or not to answer it. She was already in serious danger of being late for work, and that bitch Hahn already hated her. She didn't want to make it worse. Everything depended on her not making it worse.
The phone rang again, effectively making up Callie's mind for her. "This better be important, Addie," she practically growled into the reciever, tucking it under her chin as she ran back to her room for her jacket, grabbing her keys from the counter and exiting her apartment, locking the door behind her and jogging to her car.
"Well hello to you too."
A smiled tugged on the corner of her lips. "You know I love you girl, but..I seriously can not be late for work. Dr. Hahn hates me."
"The Dr. Hahn? How did you make her hate you already? Steal her man? You better apologize as soon as you can. You can't--"
"Addison. I know. Now stop."
Addison sighed on the other end of the phone. "Callie, I worry about you. I wish you were back home. How much longer are you going to be there? You said you wouldn't be gone too long."
Callie giggled. "Addie, it's been two days."
"Shut up. You're still a bitch. I figured Seattle would change you somewhat. I was wrong."
"Yeah yeah. I really have to go though so let me call you as soon as I get home from work."
"Mhm."
Callie said her goodbyes to Addison and quickly ran out of her apartment door. She was going to be late. Shit. Way to start off the day with Erica Hahn.
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"What do we have, Sloan?"
Mark glanced up from his paperwork. "We have paperwork."
Callie rolled her eyes. "You paged me five minutes ago, you moron."
He grinned. "Yeah, I was bored, so I paged everyone. You're the only one that showed up."
"Some of us actually pay attention to our jobs and don't want to get fired. Novel concept, I know."
"Feisty," he muttered, signing his name to the nearest piece of paper.
Callie raised her eyebrows. "The only way I get what I want around here. Call me when there's an actual emergency, please."
"If I become fiesty, will you go on a date with me tonight? A real date? One at a nice restuarant."
Callie tried to hide her smile. "If you can go the rest of the day without paging me to say hello, then I'll go on the date with you, Sloan." She turned around and made her way back towards the clinic to check on some patients in there. Accidently bumping into someone, she turned around quickly. "I am so sorry."
"You should be."
Erica Hahn. The first time she had seen her all day. "Erica.. I'm.."
"Dr. Torres, you are still under my training. Don't speak unless you're asked something."
Callie gritted her teeth. She had had enough of Dr. Hahn's attitude. "No wonder Seatlle Grace is number twelve. You're supposed to be a teacher Dr. Hahn. Excuse me for saying this, but you absolutely suck at it. You're one of the best heart surgeons around. Why don't you share your skills with people around you. You enjoy scaring the shit out of people and being a bitch?"
Erica starred at Callie completely shocked. This doctor definitely had nerve. Erica, strangely enough, liked it about her. "I.."
"No, don't speak. Yesterday I was trying to tell you something, but you jumped to conclusions not allowing me to finish talking. Yes, I said you always come in second, but Dr.Hahn, you deserve first. Now I'm going to get back to my work. If you need me, page me. If not, have a good day."
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"Hahn really hates that new chick."
Cristina sighed, glaring disapprovingly at Izzie. "No wonder you're always on the verge of being fired."
She grinned unassumingly. "Can I help it if this place is a goldmine for gossip?"
"What happened?" Meredith asked eagerly, catching the tail end of the conversation, and Cristina threw down her chart.
"You two are pathetic."
Meredith watched her friend walk away, frowning, and then turned back to Izzie. "So what happened?"
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"Torres."
Callie grunted as she placed her leather jacket around her shoulders. She turned around to face the person who was calling her name. Erica. "Hm?"
"Listen.. okay, I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions about the entire second deal. Maybe I overreacted."
"You think?"
Erica eyed her. "But.. that still does not give you the right to talk to me the way you are. I'm your supervisor. You listen to me. You do not talk back to me with your California attitude. Be professional."
"Dr.Hahn, I'll be professional when you are."
Erica rolled her and sighed heavily. What did she have to do to get Callie off her back? She closed her eyes and tried to collect her thoughts. Hearing a loud bang, she opened her eyes quickly. "Damnit!!" she rushed to Callie's body that now laid on the hospital floor. "Someone call the Chief. Now!! Get me a gurney!!"
Erica craddled Callie's body in her arms. She cursed slightly as she saw the blood coming from the small gash in Callie's forehead. "Just hang in there, Callie... Please."
Callie was halfway out the door when the phone rang.
Callie debated on whether or not to answer it. She was already in serious danger of being late for work, and that bitch Hahn already hated her. She didn't want to make it worse. Everything depended on her not making it worse.
The phone rang again, effectively making up Callie's mind for her. "This better be important, Addie," she practically growled into the reciever, tucking it under her chin as she ran back to her room for her jacket, grabbing her keys from the counter and exiting her apartment, locking the door behind her and jogging to her car.
"Well hello to you too."
A smiled tugged on the corner of her lips. "You know I love you girl, but..I seriously can not be late for work. Dr. Hahn hates me."
"The Dr. Hahn? How did you make her hate you already? Steal her man? You better apologize as soon as you can. You can't--"
"Addison. I know. Now stop."
Addison sighed on the other end of the phone. "Callie, I worry about you. I wish you were back home. How much longer are you going to be there? You said you wouldn't be gone too long."
Callie giggled. "Addie, it's been two days."
"Shut up. You're still a bitch. I figured Seattle would change you somewhat. I was wrong."
"Yeah yeah. I really have to go though so let me call you as soon as I get home from work."
"Mhm."
Callie said her goodbyes to Addison and quickly ran out of her apartment door. She was going to be late. Shit. Way to start off the day with Erica Hahn.
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"What do we have, Sloan?"
Mark glanced up from his paperwork. "We have paperwork."
Callie rolled her eyes. "You paged me five minutes ago, you moron."
He grinned. "Yeah, I was bored, so I paged everyone. You're the only one that showed up."
"Some of us actually pay attention to our jobs and don't want to get fired. Novel concept, I know."
"Feisty," he muttered, signing his name to the nearest piece of paper.
Callie raised her eyebrows. "The only way I get what I want around here. Call me when there's an actual emergency, please."
"If I become fiesty, will you go on a date with me tonight? A real date? One at a nice restuarant."
Callie tried to hide her smile. "If you can go the rest of the day without paging me to say hello, then I'll go on the date with you, Sloan." She turned around and made her way back towards the clinic to check on some patients in there. Accidently bumping into someone, she turned around quickly. "I am so sorry."
"You should be."
Erica Hahn. The first time she had seen her all day. "Erica.. I'm.."
"Dr. Torres, you are still under my training. Don't speak unless you're asked something."
Callie gritted her teeth. She had had enough of Dr. Hahn's attitude. "No wonder Seatlle Grace is number twelve. You're supposed to be a teacher Dr. Hahn. Excuse me for saying this, but you absolutely suck at it. You're one of the best heart surgeons around. Why don't you share your skills with people around you. You enjoy scaring the shit out of people and being a bitch?"
Erica starred at Callie completely shocked. This doctor definitely had nerve. Erica, strangely enough, liked it about her. "I.."
"No, don't speak. Yesterday I was trying to tell you something, but you jumped to conclusions not allowing me to finish talking. Yes, I said you always come in second, but Dr.Hahn, you deserve first. Now I'm going to get back to my work. If you need me, page me. If not, have a good day."
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"Hahn really hates that new chick."
Cristina sighed, glaring disapprovingly at Izzie. "No wonder you're always on the verge of being fired."
She grinned unassumingly. "Can I help it if this place is a goldmine for gossip?"
"What happened?" Meredith asked eagerly, catching the tail end of the conversation, and Cristina threw down her chart.
"You two are pathetic."
Meredith watched her friend walk away, frowning, and then turned back to Izzie. "So what happened?"
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"Torres."
Callie grunted as she placed her leather jacket around her shoulders. She turned around to face the person who was calling her name. Erica. "Hm?"
"Listen.. okay, I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions about the entire second deal. Maybe I overreacted."
"You think?"
Erica eyed her. "But.. that still does not give you the right to talk to me the way you are. I'm your supervisor. You listen to me. You do not talk back to me with your California attitude. Be professional."
"Dr.Hahn, I'll be professional when you are."
Erica rolled her and sighed heavily. What did she have to do to get Callie off her back? She closed her eyes and tried to collect her thoughts. Hearing a loud bang, she opened her eyes quickly. "Damnit!!" she rushed to Callie's body that now laid on the hospital floor. "Someone call the Chief. Now!! Get me a gurney!!"
Erica craddled Callie's body in her arms. She cursed slightly as she saw the blood coming from the small gash in Callie's forehead. "Just hang in there, Callie... Please."