more than i can hold in my heart.

trench coat and a thong.

bailey tells callie about ben's failed proposal; set in s8 e23.

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"Will you marry me" is my question to you. The phrase has 14 letters. Will, 4, you, 7, marry, 12, me, 14.

Ben's deep voice echoed in her head.

Miranda was still shocked to her core, and she hasn't said a single word ever since her boyfriend snapped, explaining the reason for his constant annoyance and badgering about their ruined lunch.

She sighed as the door to the conference room opened, Callie Torres entering the room, panting. "Bailey?"

"Torres," Miranda whispered.

The Latina frowned. "I was paged here 9-1-1."

"I paged you." Her voice was still weak. She was shocked, and guilty for ruining such a good proposal. Why did she have to push him away? "I screwed up, Callie. I need your help."

Callie sat beside her. "What happened?"

Sighing once again, Miranda began to tell the story, of how it was supposed to be her day off today, and Ben's sudden, intense displeasure that it had to be ruined, to her acting out in the OR, which led to the astonishing reveal of a wedding proposal in front of Derek Shephered and Meredith Grey and the whole staff.

"Holy shit." Callie gasped, with a barely hidden laugh. "That's a really good idea for a proposal, and you just had to go 'The Nazi' on him."

She kept laughing but stopped with the general surgeon's intense glare. "I know that, Callie! I messed up."

Miranda whined and dropped her head to the table. "What do I do?"

Callie smirked then stood up. "It's your day off, right?"

"Yes. Why?" Miranda frowned.

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"Seriously, Torres?"

Miranda stared up at the Victoria's Secret store, blushing at the amount of lace and lack of crotch space the underwear had.

"Yes, seriously." Callie smirked and dragged the short woman inside.

"Now, I know you don't have thongs, or lace panties, and now's your chance to get wild." The taller woman raised her eyebrows at Miranda's snort. "Seriously, Miranda. I'm serious. If you want to apologize, this is one of the best ways to do it."

"Seduce him? That's your plan?"

"Yes! Now you're getting it." Callie laughed. "Take your pick."

Miranda made a disgusted face as she looked around. "Women wear this?"

"Yep." Callie popped the 'p' sound, and pushed her friend around the store, picking black and red panties for her.

As they made their way outside after they finished shopping, Miranda groaned. "What am I supposed to say to him? Do I just show up in bed with nothing but lingerie?"

Callie pursed her lips then faced her. "Okay, I have an idea. You get your trench coat out, and you wear a thong under. Nothing but the thong."

Miranda frowned. "What, no."

"Well, do you want him to forgive you or not?" Callie stared at her, pointing out the obvious.

"Of course I do!" She whisper-shouted.

"Okay, then, wear nothing but the thong under the trench coat and just tell him to propose again. He'll show you his perfect ring for you, and you'd have hot, knock-out sex. There, all fixed." Callie felt proud of herself as she smiled and put an arm around her best friend.

Miranda sighed and glared at the Ortho surgeon. "You better be right, Torres."

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a/n: i know i know there's not much benley here but we all know the thong thing was callie's idea lmao

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-jyka💕