Callie walked out of the doctors office with a huge smile on her face. After trying for nearly a year her and her husband had finally gotten pregnant. She was ecstatic. Her dream of having a family was finally coming true.

On her drive home Callie thought about how perfect her life was in that very second. She was married to her wonderful husband Greg. He was the perfect man. He always held doors for her, helped her with the grocery bags after shopping and rubbed her feet after a long day at the office working with clients. Callie was even having a wonderful year at work. Being a big time lawyer had its downfalls but this year Callie seemed to have finally gotten it all figured out and was riding a streak of winning cases. The fact that Callie was finally able to start her family with Greg was the icing on her already ridiculously sweet cake.

Pulling into the garage Callie was giddy. She hopped out of the car and ran into the house to tell Greg the great news. What she found instead was not at all what she expected. Laid on the floor in a pool of his own blood was Greg with a gunshot wound to the head. Callie immediately began to panic. She looked around the room in search of what had possibly happened, her eyes landing on the door that had a shattered window and the blood trickling down the handle.

Callie reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone and quickly dialed 911. The operator picked up and Callie tried to speak but words were not coming to her. She just sobbed into the phone. The operator doing her best to calm her down through the phone finally succeeded after nearly ten minutes to get an address to send police and an ambulance.

Once the paramedics had arrived the operator disconnected the call leaving Callie clutching her cell phone to her ear with no one on the other end. The world seemed to be going in slow motion around Callie. She was there but she was not taking any of her surroundings in, she was just staring into space, mind completely blank. Finally one of the paramedics clutched her shoulder shocking her out of her blank state.

"I'm sorry miss but I'm afraid he was dead before we arrived" the paramedics with the name Matt wrote across his left breast told her.

All Callie could do was stare blankly at him. This could not be happening is all that she kept hearing in her head over and over again. She thought this has to be a dream and was willing herself to wake up. She pinched herself and when she felt the pain she knew this wasn't a dream. This was happening and she was at a loss for how to deal with it.

She fell onto the floor panting as she tried to catch her breath from her non stop crying since walking into her house and seeing Greg on the floor in a pool of his own blood. She laid next to her dead husband and reached for his hand, squeezing when she finally clasped it between her own.

"Come on Greggy Baby wake up... Baby Pleeeease wake up." Callie screamed between sobs. "I can't live without you Greg" she stammered out "I can't do this without you". Callie placed her free hand over her belly that housed the baby Greg had placed inside her. Callie cried harder as she thought of what this all meant for their unborn child. She never imagined being a single mom. She always saw herself married to Greg with a dozen kids running around and Greg playing soccer with them in their big backyard. Now none of those dreams were going to come true. Callie's whole life came crashing down.

Two Days Later

Callie was standing between Greg's mother Martha and her own mother Lucia as a long line of people stood before her to say their goodbyes to Greg and give their condolences to both Callie and Greg's parents.

Callie was still numb. She was there but she wasn't processing anything that was happening. She was thinking that just a week ago Greg and her had gone to dinner at their favorite pizza joint and walked along the river downtown. Callie had gotten cold so Greg took off his scarf and wrapped it gently around Callie's neck tucking the loose ends into the top of her peacoat. It was mid February, just after Valentine's day. The snow was falling softly and landed in Greg's hair. Callie leaned up to kiss Greg when all of the sudden she was whisked into a dip and instead kissed by Greg. That was just a week ago. They were so in love even though they had been married nearly three years. The love between them was undeniable. Callie wore her heart on her sleeve and Greg protected it with everything that he had. Greg never let Callie feel unloved, or alone he was always sending flowers and calling to check on her when away for work and even when they weren't together they were clearly waiting to see the other as soon as possible.

Callie began to think of how all of those things had changed. How she would no longer receive flowers out of the blue, how she would no longer walk into her house and smell Greg cooking her dinner, or cuddle with him on the couch in his warm embrace, an embrace that she felt so safe in. Callie wondered if she would ever feel safe again. After the break in she hadn't slept at home at all, instead opting to stay with her parents.

Callie was pulled from her thoughts when someone rubbed her arm in a gentle caress. Callie's best friend from high school appeared before her, Arizona Robbins.

"I'm sorry for your loss Callie" Arizona said with sadness in her eyes. She hadn't even known Greg. Hell she didn't even live in Seattle, why was she at Greg's funeral? Callie's inner ramblings continued until she was again pulled from them by a gentle caress of her upper arm.

"If you need anything Callie let me know. I just moved from Boston to Seattle to start my new job. I'm going to be the head of peds at Seattle Grace Hospital" Arizona said handing Callie a card with her cell phone number on it. "I know you are in a bad place right now Callie and I can understand that, losing someone you love is extremely difficult. I'm serious when I say this Cal call me anytime for anything I know we haven't been close in a long time but I still want to make sure you are okay."

"Thanks Zona" Callie replied without hesitation. Something about the way that she had said she knew what Callie was going through made her believe that she actually understood. But how could she? How could she understand someone ripping away the man of her dreams?