This is my first attempt at a fanfic post. Please let me know what you think. I have about six chapters of this story written so far and would love any input as to where it should go or important things that should be included.
I do not own any part of anything. The writers and creator of Grey's are epic geniuses and I could never take any credit... With that being said... Enjoy! Reviews are appreciated!
I will take a…. I guess just a chicken salad. No dressing and light on tomatoes. Also a coke. A large coke, Sgt. Arizona Robbins ordered at her favorite diner in Seattle. Today had been a particularly trying day so far at the department with numerous domestic disputes and fights to start off her long weekend at work. She was hoping to spend the last two hours of her shift quietly.
Arizona had joined the Seattle Police Department six years ago and had quickly worked her way through the scut work to become one of the first ranking females in the department. She valued her position, loved her job (on most days), and prided herself on making a difference. Her five foot five frame topped with blonde hair and blue eyes sometimes made her a target of low expectations and sexism. But she held her own. She proved herself time and time again beginning in the academy. She fought through ground fighting exercises when her male counterparts took advantage of the situation and became slightly too handsy. She took getting tazed and sprayed with police issued pepper spray, and she even received honors as "top shot" for her performance on the shooting range to qualify for patrol duties. She was a solid officer. A smart officer. A good man in a storm. Someone you want on your side in an emergency. And this is what she loved most. She loved helping the battered woman out of a bad situation. She loved comforting the child who had no one else beside her. She loved chasing suspects and talking people down from dangerous situations. She loved slapping the cuffs on a drunk driver and feeling as though she saved a life. What Arizona did not love was what this job did to her personal life. Her last conversation with her girlfriend of three years did not go so well….
You cannot make me choose Joann. I am not a child and this is not a phase. I love my work. I love you. Just try to see where I am coming from.
Arizona, you come home hours after your shift is over, I have to worry everyday if you will even come home to me, I see on the news that there is a shootout and my heart drops not knowing if you are involved. I saw you on the news yesterday at the scene of a vehicle crash and it was the most that I had seen you all week. On Fucking tv! I don't want to worry about you. I don't want to worry about if you are coming home. I don't want to watch you walk out of the door in a bullet proof vest everyday. How can you love this? How can you love knowing that you have to wear that vest. Knowing that people want to shoot you just because of the uniform you wear?... Answer me Arizona. How can you love that more than me. More than someone who will protect you and not run from you or fight you or want to hurt you. …..ARIZONA!
I don't….I don't know Joann. I don't know. I am not fucking stupid, I know its dangerous, I know you worry and I am sorry. I never want you to worry. But this is what I love. It is who I am.
J- Bullshit. It is not who you are. It is what you do. And you have a choice.
A choice Joann? Really?
J- Arizona… Zona if you walk out of that door, Baby if you leave I wont be here when you get back. I can't do it anymore.
Joann, don't do this to me before a shift ok? I have to be focused at work. When I am there thinking about a fight or you being unhappy, that's when things can go bad. That is when I am in trouble. I have to be focused.
J- Zona, I am going to say it one more time… If you leave, Arizona if you walk out of that door, I am done.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me" Arizona mumbled under her breath. "I have to go. I love you."
Arizona leaned in to give Joann a kiss on the cheek but Joann turned away before she was able to do so. Strapping on her vest, grabbing her uniform shirt, and holstering her weapon, Arizona walked out of her apartment and down to her patrol car. Sitting in the car with tears streaming down her face she saw Joann enter her own car, and with one passing look, she was gone.
I cannot fucking believe she is doing this.
"Ma'am…. MA'AM…. your salad". Arizona was brought out of her memory by an irritated server at the diner. She realized that the woman's voice caused many other patrons to look her direction. "I…I am sorry. Thank…" Arizona was interrupted by her radio summoning her.
"Headquarters to 120, we have a report of a 20I at the intersection of Barbara Ln. and Hwy 647" Shit, a crash with reports of injuries. Arizona took her radio in her hand and spoke, "10-4, Unit 137 be enroute to that crash and update me with an injury code. I will be enroute." She pulled her Sergeant rank to order another officer to the scene. She remembered that he was in that general area before she got permission to go to lunch and if the crash did indeed have injuries, he would be able to assess them before she arrived and let her know what she was walking into.
As Arizona handed the waitress a 20, she received a saddened smile from an older patron. "Life of a police officer huh" "Yes ma'am" Arizona retorted with a genuine smile. "Feel free to take the salad, I have not touched it" Arizona offered the woman, knowing that she did not have time to eat on the road.
"You be careful baby, it is dangerous for a woman such as yourself out there." Not wanting to get into a sexism debate with the concerned woman, she gave another smile and said
"Yes ma'am, Thank you." With that, Arizona was out the door and in her patrol car.