Summary: Post 8 x 24. Callie and Arizona are desperate to find their way back to one another. But will Callie get to Arizona in time?

Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy or any of the characters/story lines. Sadly, those all belong to ABC and Shonda Rhimes.

Chapter 1 :

Callie was just laying in bed, clad in the latest piece of lingerie she had retrieved to entice her wife. Black lace and fruit-flavored body paint were meant to be a welcome home present…an I missed you, and want you, and need you naked beside me kind of present. Longing and desire were beginning to take over the beautiful brunette, and she didn't know how much longer she could wait. She had already been waiting for Arizona to come home for what felt like an eternity.

"Come on, Arizona. Where are you?" the brunette whispered aloud, craning her neck to look at the alarm clock.

Quarter after ten.

Arizona said she would be home by nine o'clock. Hmm? Maybe their flight got delayed and she just forgot to call. Callie reached over and grabbed her cell phone, releasing a heavy sigh when there were no messages or missed calls.

"Guess I'll just have to call you," she said, once again talking into the empty space beside her.

She pressed the number programmed to dial her wife's cell and put the phone to her ear. One ring. Two. Three. Four. Voicemail. Hello. This is Dr. Arizona Robbins. I'm not available right now…

Callie listened to the message with reverence and yearning. She loved that voice. She loved the big, blue eyes, and dimples, and gorgeous body that accompanied that voice. She loved that woman. And more than anything in the world, she wanted to touch that body…see those eyes…hear that voice. She wanted her wife home, in her bed and in her arms.

"Hey, babe. I was just wondering if you guys got held up or something. It's getting pretty late and I…I haven't heard from you," Callie mumbled into the receiver, along with another heavy sigh. "It's not very nice to make your wife worry, you know? And it's not very nice to keep me waiting in this lingerie," she said with a naughty laugh, hoping to get the message across loud and clear. "I'm waiting for you. Love you, baby."

Just then, there was a loud knock on the door. Callie glanced at the clock again.

Ten fifteen.

Who could possibly be calling on her at this hour? Mark was in Boise with Arizona. So was Cristina.

"Just a minute," Callie hollered as she jumped out of bed, quickly throwing her bathrobe on over her negligee.

She raced through the living room and flew open the door, her jaw dropping when she saw who was standing on the other side. "Owen? What…what are you doing here?"

"Can I…can I come in?" he asked, swallowing the lump in his throat. The man was clearly distraught. He looked tired…upset…concerned. "I'm really sorry to have to do this, Callie. But…"

"She's not here, Owen," Callie interjected, an idea suddenly dawning on her.

He was here looking for his wife. He thought Cristina came back to her former home, instead of going home to him. They were having problems. The whole hospital knew about it.

"I'm not here looking for Cristina," Owen whispered after taking in the shock of Callie's assumption.

"Oh. Oh, okay," Callie muttered, more confused than ever. "Do you know if they've even made it back from Boise yet? Have you heard anything? Because I just tried to call Arizona and…"

"They didn't make it," Owen said, looking up from the floor to meet Callie's eyes. His own eyes were filled with tears, and suddenly, Callie began to feel uneasy.

"What do you mean?" the brunette shrieked, her heart beginning to pound in her chest. Owen didn't answer. "They didn't make it back from Idaho yet? Their flight got delayed or something? Or, or the surgery was postponed for some reason and they're not coming back until tomorrow?"

Callie rattled off her questions in one, long-winded breath, her nerves clearly getting the best of her. She was starting to worry now…really worry.

Owen could see the look of concern on his friend's face. It was the same look he'd been wearing since he listened to the eight messages from Boise. When he realized that the team of surgeons he had sent to Idaho had never made it to their destination, he immediately went into military mode. He gathered information…put calls out…followed protocol.

It was only after he got off the phone with the hospital in Boise, and the airline, and Search and Rescue that he fully understood the magnitude of the situation. The plane had crashed. The plane carrying his doctors…his friends…his wife. It had crashed. Yesterday. The plane had crashed yesterday, and nobody had found them yet. Nobody knew where they were, how badly they were injured, or if they were even still alive.

Callie continued to stare at him, waiting for an answer. "They didn't make it to Boise," he said, cringing at the sound of his own words. "The plane went down."

"What? What are you talking about?" the brunette screamed. "No. No. That's not true. That can't be true."

"I'm sorry," Owen mumbled, his clouded eyes once again lowered to the floor. He couldn't look at Callie right now. He couldn't bear to see the fear and sorrow.

"What do we do, Owen?" Callie whispered, her eyes also filled with tears. "We need to do something."

"Search and Rescue is on it. They said they were getting a team together, and they would be looking for them right away," he informed the brunette, even though he knew that wouldn't make her feel any better.

"We can't wait for Search and Rescue," Callie squealed, tears falling fast from her worried eyes. "I'm not going to just sit here and wait, Owen. My wife was on that plane. My wife. And…and your wife too. And Mark. And Lexie, and Meredith and Derek. They're all out there somewhere. We…we need to get to them. God only knows how badly any of them are hurt. Or worse. What if…what if they're dead? What if she's dead?"

Callie's eyes were wide with the realization that her wife- her beloved Arizona, could be gone forever. "This can't be happening," she whispered to herself, her eyes locked on a picture of Arizona and Sofia. "I can't lose her, Owen. I just…"

Before she could say another word, Owen stepped forward and pulled Callie into a tight hug. "I know. I know. I can't lose Cristina either," he breathed in the brunette's ear as tears ran down his face. "We are not going to lose them, okay?"

Callie pulled back, looking deep into the sad eyes of her friend. "Okay," she said, with firm resolution. "We are not going to lose them. We are going to go out there and find them, every single one of them, and bring them home."

"Callie…"

"No. Don't argue with me," she said before he could even try. "There are ways. Maybe Search and Rescue could use us…you know, put our medical expertise to good use."

"Already asked," Owen told her, shaking his head in disappointment. "They said they have their own doctors, and that it wouldn't be a good idea for anyone personally invested in the victims to…"

"Okay then," Callie said, cutting him off. "My father. My father is a wealthy man. He has connections. He can get us a chopper…another team…anything we need."

"Really?' Owen asked, taken back by that fact.

"Really," she replied. "I'll call him when we leave. I'm going to go get dressed. And you are going to call Teddy."

"Teddy?" he shrieked, shrugging his shoulders.

Callie glanced over at the nursery where her baby girl was sleeping peacefully, completely unaware that her mama was in danger of never returning to her. The brunette choked down another lump as she pointed to Sofia's room. "Someone has to be here," she whispered.

"Okay. I'll try to get a hold of Altman while you get yourself together," Owen said as he pulled Callie back in for another hug. "We're gonna do this together, Torres. We're going to get our girls back."

Callie let out a heavy sigh, unable to say the things she really wanted to say. She wanted Owen to promise her. She wanted him to promise that they would find everyone. She wanted him to promise that Arizona would be alive and well. She wanted him to promise that they would bring her wife home to safety. But she couldn't ask him to do that. He couldn't make those promises. No one could.

There was only one person who had control over her life- a person she had neglected a bit lately. Her happy life, filled with love and joy, had not left her with much time for God. She rarely went to church anymore, and even her tips to the hospital chapel were few and far between.

As Callie worked to replace black lace with navy blue scrubs, she took a minute to talk to the one person who had been by her side forever. "Dear God, please help me. I know I haven't been around much lately, but…b-but I think You know how much I appreciate everything You've give me. Maybe I don't attend mass or…or even say it out loud, but I thank You each and every day for my life. I thank You for keeping me alive this past year. I thank You for our beautiful, healthy Sofia. And I thank You for my wife…for the woman who makes my life more complete than any man ever could. Arizona is everything to me. Everything. I can't live without her. So here I am, begging you not to make me try. Please…p-please God, let her be alive. Let us find her…a-and, and everyone else too. Let us bring them home. Let me bring her home. I need her, Lord. I need her more than I've ever needed anything or anyone in my whole life. Please, don't take her away from me."

Callie let the tears fall as she knelt beside the bed- the bed she had planned on making love to her wife in all night long. She rubbed the space where Arizona's body curled into hers after they took one another to heaven and back…the space that their daughter snuggled into every morning when the sun came up. She pulled Arizona's pillow to her face and inhaled deeply. She never wanted to forget that smell- the smell that lulled her to sleep on nights when her wife was working…the smell that calmed their baby girl when she was restless.

No. She was not going to lose Arizona. She wouldn't give her up. She would fight, tooth and nail, to get her back…to bring her home…to keep loving her, as promised, for the rest of their lives.

Callie's hand moved from her forehead, to her chest, to her left shoulder, and finally her right. She made the sign of the cross with conviction and hope, then slowly removed herself from the floor.

She grabbed all of the things she needed for the voyage ahead of her: her medical bag; the first aide kit that Arizona kept in the bathroom; towels and extra clothing; and finally, a picture of Sofia. She stuffed it into her coat pocket, pulled her hair back into a ponytail, and stared at herself in the mirror. "You can do this, Calliope," she said, smiling as she heard Arizona's voice in her head.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. This time, it was soft and slow. "Callie? Are you ready?" Owen asked, his voice shaky and down-trodden. "Teddy's here. Time to go."

"Coming," the brunette stated, loud and clear. "Let's go get our girls."

To Be Continued…

A/N: Okay guys, what did you think? I was hoping to finish this Friday, but I had to stop writing so I could start packing. Spent a lovely weekend away with my love, just enjoying the beautiful weather and one another. We went and looked at some houses, hoping to move before we have another child. Needless to say, I was a bit busy…but I'm glad that I had an hour to spare this morning while my girls were watching their new video from Grandma. I was totally distraught over the ending of Grey's, and think I might just have to continue this story through the summer so that I don't losing my mind thinking of all the awful things that could still happen. Not sure if I should just keep the chapters in the "Little Moments" series or start a whole new fic. Hmmm? Suggestions? Anyway, hoping to update my other fic soon too. May have a bit more time since I am off for the summer now! Yay, can't wait to go swimming & spend time with friends/family! Have a great week, everyone!