Title: Scandalous
Author: NuttyNyc
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: M for future reference
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters; they are purely Shonda's. Just writing for entertainment purposes.

AN: I love Scandal so I thought...why not give our lovely couple a Scandalous twist.

Chapter One

"Mr. speaker, the president of the United States." The blonde looks around as thousands of war survivors cheer for her arrival, the auditorium filled with brave, strong men and women. All of whom were there for her.

Stepping up to the podium, keeping that tight, friendly well practiced smile on her face; the one that reassures people, the one that lets people know that she knows how to do her job. Her eyes roam around the room, taking all of it in, all the attention, all the proud faces, all the doubtful faces of her fellow politicians; she can't help but doubt herself for a second.

What if she can't do this?

What if all the people that have been telling her that she wasn't cut out for this job where right?

What if-

Apparently she wasn't hiding her moment of panic too well because, she felt a comforting hand touch her shoulder, turning around she smiled at her wife, who was giving her a comforting smile and a not so subtle nod prodding her to go ahead and start her speech.

"Tonight we honor the lives that we've lost in service to this great nation. But not every death is a sacrifice. Not every death has meaning just ask Major Owen Hunt." She says pointing to the red haired man seated behind her.

"he scooped up a first grader named Joelle Brant, carried her to safety only to watch her die from one of the 102 rounds unloaded to Bryce Elementary."

She paused and stopped for a second, a few hushed words from the audience and worried looks from her team, wondering what was wrong with her. The president could feel her knees going weak, she was sure they were going to give up on her any second now.

She felt like she was on auto pilot and everything she was saying was not of her own accord. Her hands were shaking. She didn't know what was wrong with her, she needed water. yep, that's what she needed. So she took the bottle that was placed on her right hand side and had a couple of sips.

After taking a couple of seconds to calm herself, she knew that water wasn't what she needed. She needed...her

She looked around at expectant eyes, waiting for her to say something. The blonde closed her eyes and imagined seeing her face, imagining what she would say to her right now.

'You can do this Arizona. You. Can. Do This. I have faith in you and that's kind of a big deal you know. Just speak from your heart."

Just thinking about the woman she loved, brought back the spark in those crystal blue eyes. She knew that people were starting to panic so she decided to take a whole different approach.

"It's um; it's not the speech on my teleprompter and I could tell you that right about now there are many number of staffers having heart attacks, wondering what exactly I'm about to say." She snickered, just imagining how Teddy, her right hand person, must be feeling right now.

"But here's the truth, my family and I, have been through something unspeakable. Something that no human being should experience. We lost my brother and best friend Timothy Robbins about a month ago. We are-all of us are dealing with our loss at the best ways that we know how. Me. My father, my mother, my wife.." a few sighs were heard from the crowd, but most vocal was her mom trying to hold in her sobs.

"My brothers death was, devastating. There were thousands of people last year who lost their lives in a completely avoidable way, the right to bear arms. Set in stone in the constitution by our founding fathers, so is slavery by the way." She added.

"Right to bear arms. Seems indisputable until the shooter comes. Until you're Major Hunt, covered in blood, watching a little girl take her last breath. Watching the life go out from her eyes. And that…that is where the argument ends. That is where the debate ends."

She made sure to give everyone a moment to take everything in. A moment to acknowledge the graveness of her words.

"My brother is dead. He is gone, and I ask you tonight without a telepromptor, without a speech, without anything but my love as a wife, child, mother, sister and an American. How many people are going to die before we put a stop to this?"

The crowd at that moment stood up and gave her a standing ovation.

She could feel her knees giving out. It took everything within her not to cry. She couldn't cry in front of anyone especially the entire country. Her father would be ashamed of her for looking so weak. With that, Arizona Robbins shook off her feelings and whatever human emotion she had at that moment, and stood up taller than she ever had.

Eyes. She could feel them on her. They were staring at her. It wasn't just any eyes, it was those set of eyes. She could feel her body just tingling with want, every single cell in her body was buzzing with excitement and want?

Looking at every single face in the crowd and still not finding those eyes; maybe she was just being crazy, she had to be, just as she was about to give up. Chancing a glance at the exclusive presidential only gallery, which was situated on the second floor looking down at the podium, she noticed a lock of raven colored hair exiting the door.

Arizona wanted to run. She wanted move but security was already escorting her out of the room. Hands were clapping, her wife was walking beside her but she couldn't take her eyes off of that gallery. Panic set in.

Finally reaching the private lounge where the president was supposed to remain in until the secret service could ensure that it was safe to leave. Everyone was silent and tense. Everyone could feel the awkward atmosphere, everyone except the president who was still trying to figure out whether she was going insane.

"It had to be her"

"Madam president. Are you okay." Teddy already knew what this was all about but in order for people to not notice and for her to do her job properly she had to pretend even though she knew Arizona wouldn't be happy about it.

"Teddy. She was here. I need to find her." The blonde was pacing and speaking in the slowest manner possible, it was if she had seen a ghost. Or in some sort of trans.

"Madam president. I really don't think this is the time-" the presidents right hand woman tried to intervene. Before she could finish her sentence, she felt two strong hands gripping tightly at her arms. "Look at me. .Me." Arizona said firmly.

Finally conforming to the stare that was addressed to her, Teddy looked at her boss and friend.

"You aren't speaking to the president right now Teddy. You are speaking to Arizona. Teddy please." She was now begging. Pleading for something she wasn't sure of.

"Arizona. She is gone. Go home. Go home with your wife and get a good nights rest." Teddy knew the words she was saying were breaking her friends heart but they needed to be home.

The blue eyed blonde was about to resist when her wife's hand slipped on her lower back.

"Let's go home."

Pounding. Very loud knocking and pounding. Irritating loud knocking…at her door. If there was one thing that Callie loved more than wine, it was her sleep. It was one thing that everyone knew about her.

So if someone was knocking at 2AM in the morning then that would mean it had to really be important. She forced herself to move from her comfortable bed, put on her short black silk night gown, and unsuccessfully tried to find her slippers.

The knocking became louder, even though she didn't think it was possible. She carelessly put on her 6 inch pencil stilettos which were thrown next to her bed. Normally she would walk with her feet but she had just moved back into her condo and she wasn't too sure what was lying around.

"I'm coming." Callie shouted while she put on the other shoe.

Finally reaching the door and opening, shock and surprise were the emotions that came to mind when Callie saw who was behind that door. Nothing could've prepared Callie for what was behind that door.

"Lauren." Callie said in a questioning manner.

"You wear heels at 2AM?" was the first thing that came out of the blondes mouth.

"Did you need something?"

"She needs you." The golden blonde said in a whisper.

"I can't do this right now." The Latina said while shaking her head, she had just moved back to DC and was definitely not ready to deal with any of this. Looking at the tear stained woman who was standing in front of her. Hands trembling, hair out of place, she kind of felt sorry for her. She tried to close the door but before she could shut it closed, Lauren stopped her with her shoe.

"Callie please." She pleaded.

"Look Lauren I am done with anything that involves the white house and-" before the Latina could finish Lauren interrupted.

"She's crying."

"What?"

"She's crying. I've been married to her since forever and she's crying. I've never seen her cry before. I have seen her go through everything but I've never seen her cry. Timothy died and she didn't cry. He died and the next day she was back in the office like nothing happened. She didn't cry." Tears were streaming down her face, she was getting hysterical. Callie wasn't sure what to do, so she just stood there.

"But tonight she saw you." The Latina finally understood where this was going.

"Callie she saw you and now she's crying. For the past three months she hasn't been sleeping. I had to drug her coffee with sleeping pills one night because she can't sleep without you. She can't eat without you. She tried to kill herself you know." Callie looked up when Lauren said that. "She-she w-what?" she couldn't believe what the other woman was saying.

"She's crying and she won't stop. She won't stop Callie. She doesn't want me. She wants you. She needs you and she just won't stop crying. Hours and hours. Callie I need you to go to her right now. She just won't stop crying."

Should I continue yes? no?