Hello Everyone!

I know I owe y'all the others stories updates - BUT - I couldn't take this thing out of my head, so I had to write it in order to go back and focus on the others. you know, that's kind of the problem with my head. It never rest and I have so many story that I want to write. I just need to find the time to do it otherwise I think I'll go crazy.

Please read it and let me know what you think! Also this isn't meant to be a long Fic... It's more like go in & go out really fast.

Have a great night.

I Can See You Now

Chapter 1

Callie Torres was on top of her game, she had a regular job - that while it is not a highly paid job - she love it. It saves lives. She is not a doctor or such a fancy thing, but she is one of the hundreds of men and women who are responsible for saving lives and arrest the bad guys in the streets of Seattle. She is also incredibly young, brunette and Latina and she's quite coveted by many of her colleagues. At least that's what she has heard.

She was beginning to consider sign up to be a homicide detective, at least that's what every police officer ever crave. Either way, she was happy where she was with her life anyhow, her work, her friends and part of her family.

She didn't have a partner, though. She was not good to keep a stable partner. Going steady. She was constantly challenged by this, by her friends and family members - who pressured her to settle down and form her own family - except that didn't seemed to get her attention.

She was a free spirit, a person free of commitments and obligations. For her, the only obligation was to her job and her social job with the community. But committing to another person, being in a relationship, falling in love or just even dating… that seems to be synonymous on being bondage… Okay maybe 'bondage' it's too much, but you get the idea.

She blamed her unflattering past about failed relationships and bad endings, she blamed her consuming work hours, she blamed her little interest in such things, hell she blamed wet weather and cold nights in Seattle. She was always looking for an excuse. As also she sought - deep inside - something to make her change her mind.

She wants to believe. She was like a realistic dreamer. That kind of person who's very aware of the lived reality, but also keeps hope and is optimistic about something better for tomorrow.

But she didn't care about that these days. She's good being on her own. She does her job as it should, she goes out with her friends, meets with her family on holydays, etc. She leads a moderately normal life. And she likes that. It's not like she's depressed because she doesn't have a person at her side all the time. But she'd be lying if she said that sometimes she would like to have that… someday.

She sometimes came to her apartment and had the sad longing to find someone waiting for her to just watch silly movies with a person who cares about her. Sharing moments of joy and anecdotes from work. Feel the nearness of the warm body in the morning before getting ready for their day.

She liked all those things, but she would burst into death because she hadn't quite yet either.

She had a firm belief that when the time comes, she will have those unforgettable moments beside someone she dearly loves.

For now she just has to continue the course of her life as it is at the moment. And she was more than fine with that. She had no trouble at all. She's young and with a whole life ahead. And frankly she just wants to live the time that comes her way.

That's her motto - Live in the moment while you still can. It sounds cliché, but it was her firm belief.

"Let's go Torres! There's a crime scene in our hands." Mark Sloan, a burly tall blond man almost screamed in the hallway as putting on his expensive black coat. He is one of the best homicide detectives in the police department and a good friend of Callie. That comes with certain benefits. Like going to a crime scene for future apprentice detective.

"What do you know about it?" She asked as she caught up with the man who walked into overdrive and out of the station.

"Not much, but it seems to be multiple." He replied. "Follow me, you're the first on the scene with me, so I want you to concentrate on this Torres. I said I'd help you pass your exam for detective and I will." He said honestly. "It will also be a pleasure working with you closer." And he ended with a wink.

Typical Mark, always trying to get into her pants. Unfortunately for him, she's more lesbian than the marriage between Portia de Rossi and Ellen DeGeneres.

Callie arrived at the crime scene accompanied by her partner in action, Meredith Grey. The street was already cordoned off with yellow tape to prevent contamination of the place somehow and by the curious passerby. Because, in fact, there were two bodies in the middle of the street with blunt chest injuries.

"Grey, looking for shell casings." Mark ordered the blond officer. "Torres you're going to give me a rough idea of what happened here." He told his friend and colleague as they approached the bodies.

The first victim was a Caucasian female, about 30 years old, brown hair and elegant dress, she was lying on her back with a shot in the forehead and two in the chest. "What do you think?" Mark asked closely to the body.

"Well, I think this is more like a passionate crime, more personal because of the shot in the face and ..."

"And what?" The detective Sloan pushed for more.

"I don't know, maybe if we had corroboration about which what shot was first ..."

"Why?"

"If the first shot in the forehead was what killed her, then that would confirm that it was an account adjustment. I mean if she was already dead, why shoot her again in the chest?" She mused aloud.

"We need a ballistics report and the autopsy as soon as possible." Mark said some of the people who were working at the scene too.

"I found caps here!" Grey announced. "They come from the side of the street, about three yards from the first victim and about 10 from the second." She points out the spots.

"Second victim." Torres began. "Black male, and I would say about out of his teen's years. He is lying face down and shot three times in the back. I may suggest he was trying to flee and obviously had no luck." She looked at Mark for his opinion.

"What can be said about our murderer?" The tall man asked.

"Whether it's a careless or just acted on impulse." She gave her preliminary theories. "Careless about the location of shell casings. If it was a professional, would have picked them up. And impulsive because if the passionate crime theory is true, then the only thing that mattered was to shoot them. I mean anger clouds the judgment." She ended.

"What do you think we should do, Officer Grey?"

"I think it is important to determine the connection between the two victims. Maybe the problem was only with the lady and the guy was just an eyewitness." Meredith provided.

"Mmm ... I like it when my women are smart." Mark took off his gloves and rubbed his scratchy beard.

Both officers just rolled their eyes with a chuckle. "Okay people, let forensic guys take over." Mark gave the order and immediately began to clear the area.

"Torres and Grey, you're in charge of finding new witnesses, leads to other officers with you. This happened in the early hours of today, at that time there are people around already. Anything arises I want to know." Sloan told the women.

This was Callie's daily life, well at least most days. Other days she and her partner only patrolled the streets or attended emergencies in neighborhoods. But always with the same mission in mind and it was to maintain order and ensure the citizens' lives.

Callie knows it's a bit simpler than the Captain America job, but she liked to think that she and her partner made a difference to their city. She likes to think she was doing something right to make up what she did in the past.

Callie along with other officers were doing the arduous task of looking for potential suspects or witnesses about what happened, but as always, people never know or see anything. It's incredibly frustrating when the community doesn't want to cooperate with the officers, but was a measure that should be done.

Near the houses that Callie was wondering at, there was a bit crowded park because of the distance from the heart of the neighborhood. But something caught the brunette's attention.

It was like a cry for help a whispered cry. She raised her hand to stop the tirade of one of the neighbors she was questioning to listen.

She sharpened her hearing and when she finally heard the clear word - HELP - She ran quickly to the source of the small, frightened voice.

"Grey, follow me." She Yell at her partner.

The two women ran to the increasingly loud cries and effectively in the wooded and withdrawal part of the park, was a man pushing a blonde woman against a tree.

Callie clearly saw the weapon that the guy was pointing at the woman chest and with his other hand trying to cover her mouth to stop her from screaming.

"Hey! Stop right now! Seattle police." Callie screamed pointing her gun at the man.

Man of course acted and fired his gun at the officers before running off with what seems to be something he stole from the woman's neck.

"Go get him!" Meredith tell Callie.

"Grey stay with her and take her to the station." Callie screamed as she ran after the man ran. "Send reinforcements to the other entrance of the park." That was the last thing she said to her partner before getting lost in the race after the armed robber.

Callie ran with all the speed and power that her legs could carry her, she had a clear view of where the man was, because they were in open space. So she ran and ran faster.

The man jumped one of the fences that separated the park from the main street, but he looked back and saw the officer pursuit him. That made him miss a beat by a gap of seconds, gap that Callie took advantage to catch the suspect.

Callie legs pumped faster and black hair were flying in the wind. She was close enough to get on a park bench and bounce to the man's back, making them fall to the ground in a thud.

"It was… just a stupid necklace!" He shouted almost in pain to receive the weight of the officer on his back.

Callie pressed her knee on his back and handcuffed him. "What kind of idiot shoots a police officer ... just for a stupid necklace?" She replied as she caught the air lost in her race.

She looked up to see the two cars patrol waiting to arrest the man.

"You are always late." She growled at Karev and his partner Avery.

"It seemed that you had everything under control, Torres." Alex crosses his arms.

"As usual, Karev." She boasts.

Callie came into the station to find her partner. "Where's the girl?" She asks when she sees Meredith waiting for her at her small desk.

"She is finishing all the paperwork and we have the guy in custody." The blonde said. "The charges are refrain to be arrest, shooting a police officer and armed robbery. He was on probation ... What kind of stupid people do something like this?"

"Stupid people, just they do." Callie chuckles. "How is she?" She had some curiosity about this woman, even when she hadn't even seen her properly.

"Well she was clearly in shock ..." The blonde started. "Especially because she's ..." She trailed off when she saw the chief out of his office with the woman in question.

"Miss Robbins, this is the officer who arrested the guy who attacked you in the park." The chief Webber approached to them.

Callie's breath was caught in her throat when she saw the bright blue eyes and the smile full of cute dimples on her pale face. She almost felt the need to stroke her cheek ... that would be incredibly creepy - she said to herself.

"I can't thank you enough for helping me, officers." God! Her voice was so ... sweet and low and a bit too perky, considering what she just experienced at least one hour ago ... but her eyes, her eyes were what drew Callie's attention to her. "I'm sorry I never heard your name." She laughed nervously. Something in her eyes seemed off... Callie think. "I'm already knew Officer Grey, but…"

"Oh yeah, I'm Officer Torres." Callie shook her soft and delicate hand too.

"Arizona Robbins. It's placer to meet you but honestly I would have preferred not to know you this way." She chuckled and Captain laughed along.

"I have an available patrol to take you home, Arizona." The Captain said the blonde.

"Oh that's not necessary ..."

"Nonsense! You've went through enough this morning." The Captain insisted. "Just wait for me at the entrance of the station."

Callie saw the blonde nodded and then reached into her purse. "I'll see you out there, officers." She smiled again before taking out a red and white cane as she made her slowly way toward the door.

Callie's eyes widened. "How can someone steal from a blind person? That's so wrong, in so many ways." Meredith spoke to her dismay partner.

"How did she say was her name?" Callie asked in a low voice, almost a scare whisper.

"Arizona Robbins, why? You know the blind girl?"

Callie hesitated before answering. "No." But that was only a vile lie.

All mistakes are mine.