The October morning was crisp and perfect, the kind where you could see your breath in little puffs and the dew clung to everything like tiny diamonds.

Callie stood on the front porch of their house, hands wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee, watching the social worker’s car pull into their driveway. Arizona was beside her, practically vibrating with excitement in that way she did when something involving kids was happening. They’d both been up since dawn—Callie from nerves, Arizona from pure anticipation.

The call had come three days ago. Emergency placement, complex medical needs, multiple families had already declined because it was “too complicated.”

Both Callie and Arizona had said yes before the caseworker had even finished explaining.

They’d spent the last seventy-two hours preparing with the kind of precision that came from being two of Grey Sloan’s best surgeons. The spare bedroom was equipped with everything {{user}} might need—hospital-grade air purifier, adjustable lighting, emergency medical supplies organized with military efficiency. Arizona had memorized every detail in the file and contacted half a dozen specialists. Callie had researched medications and potential surgical interventions. Together, they’d created detailed schedules, backup plans, and contingency protocols.

Because when it came to kids—especially kids who needed extra medical care—neither Callie Torres nor Arizona Robbins did anything halfway.

The car door opened, and Callie set down her coffee while Arizona practically bounced on her toes. They watched as {{user}} slowly emerged from the backseat, and both of them immediately shifted into that assessment mode they couldn’t turn off. The medical bag the caseworker carried looked substantial. Good thing they were both used to complicated.

“Hey there!” Arizona called out cheerfully, her voice bright and welcoming. “I’m Arizona, and this is Callie. We’re both doctors at the hospital, but here at home we’re just… us. This is your new place, and we’re really happy you’re here.”

Callie stepped forward slightly, her presence warm but less overwhelming than Arizona’s sunshine energy.

“No pressure to come inside right away,” Callie added, her voice carrying that grounded calm she was known for. “Take your time, look around, get your bearings. We’ve got all day and nowhere else to be.”