So, I'm writing my second story without finishing the first. I know that. Don't rub it in.

I'll upload the next Chapter of JWYTYK when I finish it. We'll get there. Hopefully.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Rock on! \m/


"C'mon, fight like a man!" He put up his fists and stood in a fighting position. He was baiting her, he wants to keep her busy until the whole squad arrive. He wants to be the one to put this criminal in prison.

"I have no time for this shit." she murmured. Bringing up her gun she pulled the trigger and shot him both on his shoulders. She tipped her head, watching his body fell on the floor as he scream in pain. Cold blue eyes stared at the man crying in physical distress, she stepped a little closer to him and knelt at his left side, memorizing his face as it contorts to show the agony he is in. She was not a sick person but somehow she finds joy in seeing that she had removed the smug he was wearing on his face a while ago. "For the record, I'm not a man." she stated in a calm tone enough for him to hear. She stood picking up the reason she came in the place inspecting it as it was lighted up by the moon, it was beautiful. She placed it in her small belt bag to keep it safe and walked away. She removed the elastic band in her head revealing her blonde hair before she disappeared in the dark.

xxXXxx

Callie heard knocking and immediately grabbed the gun under her pillow before opening her eyes and crouching by her bed. It was instinct. She had learned to keep on guard and to trust no one except herself. Her father had taught her that and she paid attention very well. There was once a time when Callie was a sound sleeper but that was a long time ago and things change. She stayed by the bed and listened until the knocking was heard again. Getting out of her bedroom, she didn't bother switching on the lights, darkness is always the safest cover. She stealthily move towards the front door, stood beside it and clicked it open.

The brightness of the moon by the window being the only source of light, a shadow came to view and entered the apartment and just as the silhouette went past the door, Callie has already raised her gun into the back of the strangers head. "Try to even breathe the wrong way and I will blow your head where you stand." she said in a low tone indicating how serious she was. "Place your hands where I can see them.", she ordered. "Slowly."

The stranger put her hands up to follow her instructions. "Relax, C.", Callie heard the person say. She had heard that voice before, she recognize that voice. And nobody has called her that in a very long time. In fact, nobody called her that but one person. Lowering her weapon, she shut the door while still staring at the back of the stranger.

"Erica.", Placing a name to the stranger in her apartment.

"Missed me?", the woman turned around to face Callie her hands still up. She was smirking at her with a slight glimmer in her cold blue eyes.

Callie exhaled, covering her face with her hand, gun still on the other. "I could have shot you, you know.", she told her.

"No, you won't.", Erica teasingly smiled making Callie's lips curve into a smile as well.

"I know I don't need to tell you to make yourself at home, right?", She switched the lights on and went to the kitchen to get drinks for the both of them. They needed to talk and wine will help them with the conversation.

She found Erica sitting on the couch and handed her a glass of red. She sat next to her taking note to be at a respectable distance and took a sip of her own wine, her eyes landed on the coffee table where the leather gloves Erica was wearing a while ago was placed. Moving her gaze, she watched as Erica brushed her right hand in her golden hair, glass of red wine in her left. She always had strong hands, same with Callie. Her blonde hair falls just past her shoulder with soft curls, something that Callie had adored once upon a time. She was wearing an all black suit, fitting her curves, on her waist was a small pouch. Callie knows what Erica has been up to.

"You're staring.", there it was again, that playful smirk was once again on the blonde woman.

"Can you blame me?", She paused and crossed her legs. "You left. Without saying goodbye, you left."

"And now I'm here.", Erica raised her head to look at the woman beside her. Blue eyes stared at chocolate brown orbs, those expressive eyes she once knew. She trailed her gaze to the silky raven hair she had always marveled. The tanned woman in front of her has always marveled her the best way possible.

"Now, you're staring.", Callie stated.

"Can you blame me?", she echoed the brunette's question to the same statement.

She extended her hand right hand towards the tanned beauty, palm facing upwards.

Callie stared at the extended hand and contemplated for a while. Looking up at hopeful blue eyes, she met the hand halfway.

They needed to talk.

xxXXxx

"Does it hurt?", she asked her partner. He made a dumb move to run after a cold blooded thief without her, hence being confined in a hospital for two weeks with gunshot wounds in both shoulders.

"Well, it won't... if you'll stop poking it!", he irritably grunted. The woman just shrugged her shoulders and continued to poke the wounds wrapped in gauze. "I said stop!", He tried to sit up to stop her physically but the hurt in both his shoulders didn't allow him.

Ignoring his grunts, she asked her injured partner, "Do you even know who did this to you? Did you recognize them?", She poked him again.

"WHAT PART OF STOP DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

"Answer my question or I'll keep poking your boo-boo."

"Screw you! I'm not a criminal so stop doing that or I'll arrest you for assaulting an officer.", He threatened.

Ignoring him once again, she continued her mugging, "Answer.", Poke. "My.", Poke. "Question.", Poke.

Already had enough, he finally said what she was silently asking him to confirm, "FINE! IT WAS NOT HER, OKAY?"

"Hmmm…", She furrowed her brow and stood straight and walked over to sit to the chair next to his bed thinking about what he said.

"Um, who exactly are we talking about?", Another voice of a woman was heard in the room.

Alex Karev finally acknowledged the presence of another thin blonde in the room. "Who the hell are you?", He at least needed to know her name if she was going to start asking him questions, too.

"Oh, right.", Remembering that they weren't properly introduced earlier since the other blonde detective decided it was better annoying the wounded man on the bed. "Detective Teddy Altman, I just got transferred." She shrugged. "So, who are we talking about?"

"Callie Torres.", He stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world. When all he got from the new detective was a questioning look, he looked at the blonde sitting in the chair still in deep thought and continued, nodding towards her, "Her dream girl.", Immediately earning an amused look from Teddy and a smack on his head from the blonde. "Ow!". He glared at her but decided to shut up, she was eyeing him, challenging him to say anything else. "Fine. I won't tell Detective Altman how you practically drool over the Lady Thief so enough with the abuse, alright?!"

The blonde chose to let his remark slip and asked in gritted teeth, "If it was not her, who was it?",

He shook his head, "Don't know. She was wearing an all black tights and has blue eyes."

"She?", Teddy asked.

"Yep." He answered, "She corrected me when I thought she was a man."

Once again his blonde partner hit him in the head, "Ow! What was that for?", she just shrugged in response. "Don't make me want to put your ass in jail, Robbins.", He threatened again.

"Well, technically you can't do that because you are suspended.", Seeing his shocked look, she continued, "You didn't follow protocol and got yourself shot in the process. Oh and Detective Teddy Altman is my new partner. You see, unlike you she has experience and doesn't do premature decisions by herself." She said with a stern in her voice.

He lowered his head accepting his defeat, "Urgh... How long do I need to be here?".

"Two weeks but your suspension lasts until a month.", she said crossing her arms. When he glared at her, she glared back. "Don't you look at me like that… I'm not the one who made the rookie move to not wait for his partner for backup."

He huffed in frustration, the chief suspended him and assigned a new partner to his mentor, he's very sure he is extremely pissed at him at being a liability but looking at the stoic face of his mentor-slash-partner, guess you can say ex-partner now, he knows that's the least he should be worrying about. He did something overly stupid and got himself shot; she was totally going to kill him. He didn't want her to think that he was a disappointment. He looked down and started to say something, "Hey, I know that what I did was reckless. I just needed to prove something, you know? I'm sorry. Okay?"

She closed her eyes and inhaled her irritation towards him. He was a brilliant young man with such promise, she knows that. She believes in him because she see's herself in him. She was just like him when she was starting as a new detective in their department. "Just make sure something as stupid as this NEVER happens again. You hear me, Alex?", Seeing him nod in agreement, she poked his wounded shoulder one last time. He screamed in pain, calling after her, "Robbins!", as Arizona left the room with Teddy.