KNOW THIS- The following is not a stolen story. It was written by me, Lady D. Originally, it was a Xena fan fiction, but I decided to change it to a Callie and Arizona story. I hope you guys will enjoy it either way. I thought it would be fun to put it out there. So, let me know what you think of the first chapter. If all goes well, I will post the rest very soon.

Chapter 1

High gusts of wind blow clouds of dust through the courtyard of Grace County Prison. The sun is beating down waves of heat upon the hundreds of orange uniforms worn by the prisoners. Calloused hands grip the wired fence that blocks off dozens of women fixing their gaze on the dirt road miles away; hunger and anticipation burn in their eyes. Prison guard, Callie Torres, knew that look all too well. Working at the facility for over five years now, she knew that fresh meat was arriving. The bus carrying new prisoners was scheduled to arrive soon.

A bead of sweat began to run down Callie's temple. She removed her black cap, wiped the sweat off with her forearm and placed the cap back on her head. Her long dark hair was up in a ponytail and she wore dark reflective shades that hid intimidating brown eyes. The 32-year old guard hated the outside shifts in the peak of July heat. She was thankful that the light brown top of her required uniform was short sleeved and she didn't mind the black slacks either. The high temperatures were too much to bear sometimes, but she had a job to do and she made sure to do it well.

Something caught her eye in the distance on the dirt road. The grungy white prison bus was finally making an appearance. The women behind the barbed wire fence were practically climbing on top of each other waiting for the bus to arrive.

Callie shifted her gaze from the approaching vehicle to Alex Karev, another prison guard, who was coming her way. Karev was of average height, muscular, and rough around the edges. He had a permanent scar on his face that ran from his upper lip to the bottom on the right side. Karev received the injury during a prison incident two years earlier. An inmate had made a knife-like weapon attempting to escape and Karev got caught in the mess of things. He nodded to Callie as he came and stood beside her.

"How many are coming in today?" he asked, his voice strident and deep.

"Five," Callie replied.

The large white bus pulled in through the main gate and came to a stop right beside Callie and Karev. The women behind the wired fence began to hoot and holler loud obscenities as the bus door swung open. An officer stepped off the bus first and was soon followed by the new fab five.

Callie watched from a few feet away as the women filed out of the bus. They stood in a line side by side, each with another prisoner handcuffed to their wrist. Karev paced down the line in front of the new arrivals and began to bark his usual welcoming to the women's prison. Well, not exactly a welcoming, more like rules of do's and don'ts.

She began to scan the face of each woman, going down the row one by one with her eyes. All of them had the same look. Expressions of uncertainty, regret or how the hell did I wind up here? Except for one. The last one down the row. She was a blonde with shoulder length hair. Judging by the muscles in her arms, exposed by her gray tank top, the girl definitely worked out. Callie assumed that her legs were just as defined but she couldn't tell with baggy cargo pants.

The blonde glanced at the loud prison guard with a defiant smirk and then lightly kicked the dirt below her booted feet. Callie tore her eyes away and walked over to the entryway of where the new arrivals would be headed.

"Okay, ladies! Let's move! Follow me!" Karev began to lead the five prisoners past the fence that restrained the rowdy women of Grace County Prison. The fence shook and rattled as the prisoners banged trying to get the newbies' attention.

Callie stood tall by the entryway into the building as the women filed past her. Handcuffed chains lightly clinked together as they went by. The blonde was the last. Her eyes flickered up to meet Callie's concealing shades.

Those were the most gorgeous blue eyes she had ever seen. As the blonde woman passed, Callie noticed the sexy crooked smile that curved the prisoner's lips. Her stomach actually got butterflies. And were those dimples? It was the first time a prisoner's unabashed look had an effect on her. She shook it off quickly and proceeded to follow the line, guarding the rear. And what a nice rear it was. Callie couldn't help but let her eyes drop to the blonde's ass every once and a while. Those cargo pants fit her well.

They walked down a darkened narrow hallway made of solid brick, colored an odd gray pigment. The tiled floor covered in black scuff marks squeaked beneath rubber soles. Karev led the women into a large room, which was just as cold feeling as the hallway. Callie remained by the doorway.

Cristina Yang, a fellow officer and friend, sat at a long table in the center of the room. She was in charge of fingerprinting. "Alright, ladies step right up, don't be shy," she smirked.

All five prisoners had their fingers dabbed in black ink and were soon moved into a room further back. Karev stayed near the door and closed it after the blonde went in last. The prisoners would soon be greeted by three female officers who would be performing the infamous cavity search.

An hour later, the new prisoners were sent to the showers, handed their very own orange getup, and then led to their cells by Callie. She unlocked the steel bar jail cell and slid the door open for her last prisoner. The blonde stepped past Callie, not acknowledging her at all. The earlier look of interest gone. She closed the cell door as the prisoner hopped onto the top bunk of her new bed. The blonde was in the small quarters alone… for now. She would have a cellmate soon enough. Callie gave the blonde one last glance before locking the door and walking away.

The next morning, Callie was on post in the large courtyard watching the inmates as they enjoyed their outside recreation time. Some played basketball, others lounged on tables and benches, and a few just walked around. She scanned the scenery and soon her eyes caught a glimpse of blonde hair across the courtyard. Callie looked as the blonde lounged on a bench, watching the various activities around her. Callie made sure to keep an eye on the blonde because she was the perfect prey for some of the horny women in this facility. She was not sure why, but a part of her felt a bit protective of this woman.

As if on cue, three women approached the blonde and stood around her, blocking any chance for an escape. The three women were Joanne, Sadie, and the one in the middle was Erica, the leader of the small gang. Everyone on the prison grounds was afraid of them and made sure to give them whatever they wanted, when they wanted it. As soon as Erica laid eyes on the small blonde, she knew she had to have her.

Callie immediately reached for her radio and headed in their direction. "This is Callie. I'm going to need assistance at the southeast end of the courtyard."

"Hi, cutie. What's yur name?" Erica reached over and began to softly brush back the blonde's hair.

The blonde forcefully whacked the woman's hand away. "Don't," she warned, staring down the leader of the gang with her steely blue eyes.

Callie saw the blonde's mouth moving from a distance, but couldn't make out what she was saying. Joanne yanked the blonde off the bench and threw her to the ground. Upon seeing this, Callie quickly turned her walk into a run.

"Yo! There's a fight!" an inmate yelled over the courtyard.

Floods of women were now rushing to the scene. An officer blew his whistle and the entire courtyard was in chaos.

The blonde quickly got to her feet and brushed the dirt from her orange pants. She was soon surrounded again. All three women began to shove her back and forth between them.

"I can't wait for you to eat my pussy you little blonde whore," Erica threatened.

Just as Callie was a few yards away, she watched in surprise as the blonde grabbed Sadie's hand and twisted it. The woman squealed in pain before she was slugged in the face with a left hook. Callie stopped in her tracks, eyes widening in surprise.

The blonde ducked a punch headed her way and quickly landed a blow to Joanne's gut and then kneed her in the face. Blood squirted from the woman's nose as she fell to the ground. The blonde whirled on Erica, rage burning in those blue eyes. The crowd of women whooped and hollered in excitement.

Finally, pushing past the herds of women circling the fight, Callie moved in grabbing the blonde around the waist, pulling her away, but not before the blonde delivered a heavy punch to Erica's left eye. Five other officers scrambled to the area to break up the gathering.

"Back! Everyone back!"

"To your cells ladies!" Another officer yelled, baton in hand.

Callie had the feisty blonde pinned to the ground and handcuffed.

"This isn't over, bitch!" Erica yelled as she was hauled in the opposite direction.

With the excitement over, the crowd slowly began to disburse. Callie lifted the woman off the ground and onto her feet. The blonde was breathing heavily as adrenaline still pumped through her veins.

"Let's go," she ordered, pushing the blonde towards the building.

Callie led the prisoner to the warden's office. It was a stingy room with wooden furniture and a large window that overlooked the entire courtyard. Warden Richard Webber sat in his large leather padded chair and turned towards the two women at the door. He wore a gray suit with a matching tie, and a white undershirt.

"Bring her in," he ordered, not even looking up from the documents he was shuffling.

Callie nudged the blonde into the room and the prisoner stood in front of the warden's desk.

Webber looked over the file in front of him. "Let's see… Arizona Robbins is it?"

The blonde rolled her eyes and shifted her weight slightly. She found the wooden floorboards more interesting than the man before her. The warden raised his head. His eyes peering over his black framed reading glasses. He noticed the prisoner was looking back at him with a jaded expression. "I asked you a question. Is your name Robbins or not?" His voice rising.

"Isn't that what the paper says?" Arizona shot back.

Callie slightly raised an eyebrow at the woman's attitude. She's a little spitfire.

Webber removed his glasses and leaned back in his chair. "You better watch your tone Ms. Robbins. You're in enough trouble as it is."

Arizona was not affected whatsoever by the warden's comment nor his intimidating stare. He read over the document in his hand. "It says you're in for theft with a deadly weapon and you were transferred from another penitentiary for continuous misconduct and violence with other prisoners. Is history repeating itself?"

"I don't see why it would. I think those bitches got the message," Arizona replied, cheekily sporting her dimples.

Callie felt like smiling at the blonde's words but her lips refused to crack a smile in the warden's presence. Her eyes travelled down the blonde's back and that's when she noticed the prisoner's knuckles. A trickle of blood was oozing from Arizona's left hand.

"Callie," the warden boomed.

She tore her eyes from the injury and stepped further into the office, looking at her superior.

"Take Ms. Robbins to solitary confinement. Give her some time to cool off."

With a nod, Callie placed a hand on Arizona's handcuffed wrists and turned her around to walk out of the room. They proceeded down a tiled corridor in silence. Arizona was being led in front with Callie who was keeping a hold on her arm. "You've got a mouth on you. You shouldn't talk to the warden that way."

"What is he gonna do? Lock me up? Oh, wait… I'm already in prison," Arizona replied. Callie shook her head at the blonde's smart-ass comment.

They soon arrived at two-double doors that read 'infirmary' on the outside. Callie pushed one of the doors open and guided the blonde to go ahead of her. The large white tiled room was pretty much empty, except for a few patients wandering in wheelchairs and Erica's gang. The three women were further back in the room in beds, obviously on sedatives. Upon seeing the prison guard enter the infirmary, Miranda Bailey, one of the nurses, headed their way. "Callie, what seems to be the problem?"

"Hey, Bailey," she replied, un-cuffing Arizona's wrists. "Can you take a look at her hand?"

"Sure." As soon as Bailey reached out, the blonde took a step back. "I'm fine," Arizona snapped.

Callie rolled her eyes at the blonde's stubbornness. "You're bleeding. Just let the nurse take a look. You need a bandage."

Feeling the stinging sensation in her knuckles, Arizona knew she was right. She reluctantly held out her left hand. It was definitely swollen and was bleeding slightly. Bailey looked at it more closely. "This looks pretty bad, but it's not broken. Come with me."

Callie watched from a distance as Bailey tended to the blonde's hand. Would she have done this for any other prisoner? She would like to think so, but it probably was not true. Bloody knuckles was not a severe enough injury, but yet here she was, making sure Arizona's hand was bandaged.

Moments later, Bailey returned with her patient. "Good as new."

"Thanks, Bailey."

"Next time give me something more challenging. At least a busted nose," the nurse joked.

Callie smiled lightly. "I'll see what I can do."

As the nurse walked away, she gently handcuffed Arizona's wrists. This time in front so the blonde would be a bit comfortable. Arizona was a bit confused by this entire thing. Why was this prison guard being so kind? When they made it to the solitary holding cell, Callie unlocked the door and ushered the blonde inside. They stood in the center of the small room. The guard stepped in front of the Arizona to unlock the handcuffs.

Arizona stared at Callie as the cuffs were taken off her wrist. She studied the guard's features and instantly thought the Latina woman was more beautiful than she remembered. When Callie looked at her, it was the first time she finally got a good look at Callie's eyes. A lopsided smile graced the blonde's lips.

"Beautiful…" Arizona chimed in a teasing, yet flirty tone.

Callie felt a shiver run down her spin at the blonde's words. No longer feeling comfortable in Arizona's presence, she quickly stepped around the blonde, leaving the room. She heard a soft chuckle sound behind her as she closed the door with a heavy thud. Arizona stirred something inside her she couldn't explain. She wanted to be near her but she was scared of the blonde at the same time.

Later that evening, Callie sat at her kitchen table leisurely drinking a cup of hot tea. She opened the manila folder that was in front of her and began to shift through the papers. She had pulled Arizona's file from the prison's records earlier that morning. The mysterious blonde woman peaked curiosity. She raised an amused eyebrow at the photo before her. Arizona looked at the camera with a menacing glare that said…I don't give a fuck.

Arizona Robbins

Age: 29

Born: Los Angeles, CA

As Callie read on, she learned that the feisty blonde started her career as a trouble maker at the ripe age of 15 for pick pocketing. There were five other offenses during her life and all of them involved theft or robbery. She was currently serving two years for a heist gone wrong. Before being transferred to Grace County, Arizona had already served six months of her two year sentence at her previous location.

Interesting. Callie shuffled more through the file and found another photo of Arizona at the age of nine or ten. A small smile touched her lips and she shook her head. "Where did you go wrong, kid?" she softly spoke. She studied the image of a young and innocent Arizona and began to wonder what her dreams and ambitions were. No one grows up dreaming of being a criminal. What could have possibly turned this girl?

Looking into those blue eyes of the photograph, she was immediately taken back to her encounter with the prisoner. There was something about Arizona that she could not place her finger on. She quickly closed the file and took one last sip of her beverage. Callie stood from the table and stretched her tired body. She headed to the back of her two bedroom home and climbed into bed.

It had been three years since the prison guard had been in a steady relationship and Callie hated being alone. She was the monogamous type and walking in on her girlfriend with another woman broke her heart. Ever since then, she made sure to keep her mind on her work. This meant taking double shifts and completely throwing away any chance of a social life. But lately she had been longing for a companion. Callie pulled the blankets up to her chin and closed her eyes.