Warning: This chapter contains violence.

The hazard lights flashed at a constant rhythm, getting out of sync with her heartbeat as cars flew by her. Callie's car had broken down on the side of the road nearly four hours ago. She had only called for a tow truck about an hour ago because she thought she could fix whatever was wrong with her vehicle. After checking all the fluids and belts, she gave up and called. They said it would take at least an hour to get to her.

The hour had come and gone, still no tow truck. She began to get more and more anxious as the minutes passed. Not only did she have mountains of work to do to get ready for the next week's surgeries, but she also had to pick up Sofia from Arizona's apartment. She got out of the car trying to clear her mind of that woman. They had talked since that night 3 months ago, but it was still a rough road. She climbed out of the driver's seat to get some fresh air and stretch her legs, not wanting to think about her wife at the moment because it only stressed her out.

Sunlight that had filled her review mirror for the last four hours was beginning to fade into a beautiful pink and orange. She leaned her body against the rear bump of her car, folding her arms, "Where is this freakin' truck?"

Sighing, she got her phone out about to call the towing company again. Her fingers stopped on the screen as headlights blinded her.

About ti – The thought stopped short as the lights turned off. It wasn't a tow truck.

The man that stepped out looked harmless, wearing a flannel shirt and jeans. "Do you need a hand?"

Something about his persona as he walked toward her, set off some red flags. After years and years of working with people, especially during her time with the Peace Corp, she had learned how to read people. There was just something off about him.

"No, thank you though." She shouted, hoping it would give him the hint to back off.

It didn't. "Well how long have you been stuck on the side of the road?"

"No worries, I've got it under control. It's just a problem with one of the spark plugs." This was a complete lie because she had no idea why it wouldn't start.

He shifted closer, "You sure? Let me look."

She hadn't closed the hood all the way, which she was regretting right at this moment as he lifted it, "That's really not necessary."

Putting her right hand on one of the fenders, she tried to convince him to leave with her body language. The last thing she thought would happen happened – the hood fell from his hand, crushing her hand. The scream that left her lungs echoed for miles. Thankfully the hood didn't latch, which allowed her to pull her hand out, "Jesus, w-what the hell?" Her hand was throbbing almost to the point of being numb, but she could feel warm blood dripping down her mangled fingers.

Callie's mind was beginning to go into shock as his hands grabbed at her neck. She struggled against him, but he won. She cried out in pain as he slammed her head against the windshield. She could see her blood smeared across the clear glass of her windshield, turning it deep red. Consciousness was slipping from her, but a Torres never gives up without a fight. Flailing at him with her only useful hand, she got lucky, making direct contact with his nose. Her next move was a no-brainer for any woman who has taken a self-defensive class. She kicked right in the balls, pushing him out into the road, hoping a car would hit him as he toppled over.

She hurried back her broken car and locked the doors after she settled back into the driver's seat. Fumbling for her phone, which was buried deep in her pocket, she looked and saw the man getting up and moving toward her in a fit of rage. The screen of her phone ignited with life and her instincts took over as she hit the buttons.

It only took a few seconds for her to answer, "Hey, are you going to be late?"

Her voice was tight and desperate as she whispered into the phone, "Arizona, help me. I'm on the side of the…"

There was a crash that sounded like breaking glass, a scream, and then the line went dead.

3 months earlier…

"Apparently I lost you." The sadness ripped through her throat as the words sliced at her constitution, really the only thing keeping her from completely falling apart.

They stood in silence for what felt like hours, both searching for words. Callie found her voice first as the tears continued to slip down her cheeks onto her beautifully bronzed skin that was getting paler and paler with each passing moment, "I can't even l-look at you, Arizona."

She felt the words leave her mouth and as she said her wife's name the reality of what the words meant sunk in. Her wife, her best friend, her person had just thrown away all of the progress that they had made over the last couple months, possibly even their marriage, betraying her and their daughter.

Oh god, Sofia. The little girl who had barely made it out of her own damaged womb after the car accident, one who had just lost her biological father, and one who was just starting to get her Mama back.

Callie didn't even want to think about what was supposed to come next, but she could feel Arizona starting at her. She thought that they had been making progress, moving past the plane crash – the leg. Then a glaring truth began to grab at her, Arizona hadn't just figuratively talked evening the score, "Was that your way of cutting off my leg?"

She watched as her wife wage war with herself over an answer that she could never say aloud, but Callie could see it in her eyes – yes. Those eyes were not the ones she had stared into for the better part of almost five years. They were different. That warm, resilient blue she was used to seeing was gone, now anger and darkness remained. It stung like salt in an open wound just to see how empty they were – two deep pools of stormy ocean gripping at her feet and drowning her slowly.

Over the past five months, Callie had gotten either a nonresponsive reaction from her wife or the complete opposite. There was lashing out in anger Arizona, wanting nothing to do with her Arizona, sex now Arizona, or work Arizona – nothing in between. There were only two occasions that she could remember getting anything truly intimate from her wife: that hotel room where Arizona had asked her not to run and the hospital room where Arizona had let her help with the leg for the first time since the operation. Arizona was clearly mad and lashing out, but she was finally telling Callie why she was angry. After months of hiding it and bottling it up, there it was – Arizona's true feelings.

She felt betrayed. But I saved her life, Callie thought desperately. The Arizona that stood in front of her had made it very clear that she didn't care that her life had been saved.

"You promised me, you – I trusted you. " Arizona's words filled her reeling mind, pulling it back to that moment.

The room was Arizona's prison and Callie knew it, but they had time – or at least she thought they did, "Do something, Callie. You need to do something. Please, please don't give up o-on me. Promise, promise me you won't let them take my leg."

Arizona Robbins didn't plead or beg for anything, but here she was begging. Callie was struggling to find coherent words to comfort her. She had been in this bed for far too long and seeing those blue eyes fill with fear and terror at the prospect of her future, Callie said the only thing she could think of, "I promise. I do. I promise. I promise you."

Callie hadn't thought of that promise when Karev had come barreling into the O.R. – not when she was operating on Derek Shepherd's prized hand.

"Um…do you have her on Pressors?" Her mind was in shambles, not processing anything going in or out.

"Yes, I told you. Yes. Look she's still deteriorating. She's dying." Alex's voice was impatient, but he knew she still trying to catch up.

"It's the leg." It had bubbled up out of her before she could even think about it.

"It's the leg." Karev confirmed she was on the right track, but wasn't ready to suggest what needed to be done.

There was only one way to save Arizona Robbins, "Cut it off."

The only thing that had run through her mind in that moment was save her. That woman that had made her feel wanted again after so many train wrecks, one who had chosen her and married her – her beautiful wife. The mother of her daughter, the woman she had been built to love, now stood in front of her at just a fragment of what she used to be. An empty shell of the woman she loved.

The Latina felt herself soften at the thought of her wife hurting because of her, but a flash of lightning struck and the room lit up with anger, vanquishing her forgiveness. The thought of the ring hanging from her wives scrub top on another woman, made her cringe with rage. Her hands were digging deep into her scalp as she tried to think, but images of Arizona cheating on her plowed through any chance at coherent thought.

She tried to push the images out of her mind, but they bombarded her past the point of victory. Callie began to tremble, feeling her body begin to lose the war that she'd been fighting since the moment she said those three words – cut it off.

"I can't." Her voice was low with determination as she focused on making words. The Latina's body shifted of its own accord as she wrapped her arms around her torso, protecting it from any further damages, and moved to the door.

Hearing movement behind her, she stopped with her hand on the doorknob, "You told me you wouldn't run."

Calliope Torres was a woman who spoke her mind, "I'm not running, but right now I can't talk to you because every time I look at you all I see is you having sex Lauren Boswell. So forgive me if I need a moment to gather my thoughts."

Not waiting for a response from Arizona, she opened the door and exited, slamming it behind her. She put both of her fists on the door trying to push away the person that had just broken her heart. The sobs began to burst through her chest and it took every ounce of what she had left to stop them from erupting from her. She turned slowly, after she had gained some control over herself, to conquer the, hopefully, empty hallway, but all she saw were the wide, confused eyes of Miranda Bailey.

AN: Thank you for reading! It may be a few chapters before I get back to what happens to Callie, but I won't leave you hanging for too long. :) Please leave me a review - I love hearing what you all think!