Hi! This is my first Grey's Anatomy fic so I hope you like it! As you know it is a Calzona fic, but will also feature Derek, Meredith, Lexi, Mark, Cristina, Richard, Teddy, Addison, and Bailey, as well as some of my own characters. So, if you recognize the name I don't own them. Please read, review, and enjoy!
Detective Arizona Robbins hurriedly walked into the Seattle Police Department her blond curls bouncing on her shoulders. She was about to start on a case bigger than Seattle had ever seen and she hated to admit it, but she was a little intimidated. She had been called in from New York to help the lead detective on the case because of her undercover experience. Her boss hadn't gone into too much detail regarding what type of undercover work she would be doing. He had only said that she 'fit the part'. Whatever that meant. She had heard plenty about the lead Detective she would be working with on the case. Her fellow Detectives had told her they called the woman the Nazi. Arizona was desperately hoping the descriptions of Detective Miranda Bailey were a little over exaggerated. Or very over exaggerated. Arizona knew, however, whatever she found inside this building was if nothing else, the start of her new and hopefully improved life. After her last assignment she could really use a solid bust. Arizona was dedicated to taking down Santiago Rodriguez no matter what it took.
Arizona stopped at the last set of double doors that separated her new life from her old life to gather her bearings. Taking a deep breath Arizona pushed open the doors and confidently strode into the conference room. Inside the room sat a large round table that was covered with papers and files. The walls were almost completely covered in photographs of Santiago and his men. Some were mug shots, others were candid. She noticed a few women on the wall and decided they must be his wife, step-sisters, and any friends involved with the women in Santiago's life. She had spent the whole 9 hour plane ride familiarizing herself with anyone and everyone involved in Santiago's business and personal life. She continued to scan the photos when her blue eyes landed on a picture of a stunning Latina. Her long dark curls framed her beautiful face and her brown eyes stared back into the photo with a cocky and strangely seductive glare. Her plumb lips were spread in a wide smile making her look even more breathtaking. Arizona knew right away who this woman was, but she looked at the name anyway. Calliope Torres Rodriguez, Santiago's wife. Lucky bastard, Arizona thought. An annoyed huff from behind her startled her from her thoughts.
"I see you've found your target," said the shorter black woman behind her.
Arizona whipped her head around and looked at, who she presumed to be, the Nazi. "Excuse me?" Arizona asked confused.
"They didn't tell you?" Arizona shook her head. Bailey rolled her eyes. "Why does the Chief keep putting me with bouncy, blonde, idiots? I keep telling him that is not Torres' type."
Arizona's eyes narrowed at the insult. "Hey! I may be blonde and I prefer the word happy, thank you, but I am definitely not an idiot and I am damn good at my job."
"And how are you with the ladies?" Bailey asked her eyebrows disappearing in her bangs. Ok now Arizona was really confused.
"Ex-excuse me? I'm not sure what that has to do with-"
"Calliope Torres Rodriguez or better known as Callie, is cocky, stubborn, a pain in the ass and a womanizer," Bailey said ticking off the Latina's flaws on her fingers. "And your job is to let her seduce you in her club and then keep her interested for more than one night," Arizona's head spun with all the information Bailey had just given her. This was not what she had been expecting at all. "Think you can handle that?" Bailey asked sternly.
Arizona fought hard against her desire to shrink away from the smaller, but formidable woman before her. "How exactly am I supposed to 'let her seduce' me?"
"Do I have to tell you how to do your job?" Bailey snapped taking a step towards the frightened blonde. Arizona took a step back and shook her head. Apparently the Nazi nickname was, so far, well earned. "I was under the impression I was getting a top rate detective with undercover experience. If that is not the case please speak now. I have spent years trying to bring this animal down and I won't let some rookie looking to get her name in the papers ruin it!"
Arizona's eyes narrowed and she stood up straighter. "I am a top rate detective with undercover experience. We will get him no matter what it takes," Arizona declared confidently. Bailey nodded curtly.
"Good. Now go get ready we leave for the club at 12am sharp," and with that the shorter woman cast one last annoyed look at Arizona and walked out of the room.
Arizona sighed and stared at all of the photos so she could keep her eyes open at the club. If she came in contact with any of the other people on this wall at the club she wanted to make sure she knew who she was dealing with. Despite her best efforts to focus on the other photographs her eyes kept getting drawn back to Calliope. There was another photo that had been taken by Detective Bailey outside the Rodriguez mansion. In this photo Calliope's hair was long and straight. Her head was tilted to one side and her haunted eyes were staring back at the camera almost as if she knew someone was photographing her. Hell, maybe she did. From what Arizona gathered from Calliope's file she wasn't stupid. Something about the photo made Arizona sad. She shook her head, she was not going down that dangerous path again. She looked back at the original picture. Even though it pained her to admit it, Calliope Torres Rodriguez made Arizona's heart race and her knees go weak. She groaned. If this was how she reacted to the woman's picture how was she going to feel when she actually met her? She needed to get a hold of herself. Calliope was married to perhaps the worst criminal Seattle had ever seen. Her husband sold drugs, people, and God knows what else. And Calliope either knew who her husband was and didn't care or was his partner in every sense of the word. Arizona would not fall for that kind of woman. Not again.
At 12:10 am Arizona stepped into the club dressed in a tight black dress with red high heels on her feet. Her hair hung in loose curls around her face and her makeup was understated, but beautiful. Bailey had told her Callie liked women blonde, hot, and confident. She did not like bimbos that threw themselves at her. According to Bailey Arizona looked good enough to at least catch Callie's attention. All she had to do was also gain Callie's interest. And keep it. Arizona scanned her surroundings with the trained eye of years of experience. It was a typical looking club. There was a large bar near the entrance with a large mass of people crowded around it. In the middle of the room was the dance floor where an even larger mass of people were dancing their hearts out. At the very back of the room was the DJ raised up on a platform. The lights were dimmed low and strobe lights expertly punctuated to the beat of the music. To one side of the room there were tables and chairs and at the other side of the room there were couches that could be curtained off. Arizona started to get nervous. How was she supposed to find Calliope in this mass of people?
Suddenly movement to the back of the room above the DJ caught her eye. Above the DJ's platform was a balcony that housed more tables, chairs, and couches. It was slightly more lit than the rest of the club and Arizona could make out the people perfectly. She identified them one by one. She first caught sight of a tall good looking man with an arm around a small brunette sitting on one of the couches. Mark Sloan and Lexi Grey. Lexi and her sister Meredith were Santiago's step sisters and Mark Sloan was Lexi's fiance. Arizona's blue eyes scanned the rest of the balcony and found the slightly older Grey sister and her husband Derek Shepherd sitting at a table laughing at something an Asian woman, Cristina Yang, had said. Cristina was seated next to Meredith. The file stated these two were best friends and inseparable. Cristina even lived in the mansion with Meredith. Strangely Derek didn't. Arizona's brow furrowed. Neither did Mark. Why didn't Lexi's fiance and Meredith's husband live with them?
Movement at the back of the balcony caught her eye and she saw the woman she had been waiting for all night. She watched as Calliope moved to the front of the balcony to stare out at the people in her club. A red head looped her arms around Calliope's neck and whispered something in her ear, making the Latina laugh. Arizona felt jealousy flare for half a second before she realized the red head was Addison Montgomery, Calliope's best friend. She also lived in the mansion. After a few minutes Arizona was able to lock eyes with Calliope. She threw her, what she hoped was, a sexy smirk. She saw Calliope raise an eye brow and then felt her brown eyes follow her into the mass of dancers. Arizona swayed to the beat hoping she looked sexy. Dancing wasn't really a skill she possessed.
Callie watched her friends laughing and enjoying themselves and smiled. It was nice that at least for a couple hours a week they could all forget the hell they lived in. She walked to the front of the balcony and looked out over her club. Everyone appeared to be enjoying themselves, but Callie had yet to see anyone she wanted to dance with. She felt slim arms loop around her neck and she smiled.
"There is a blonde down there who is checking you out," Addison whispered in her ear. Callie laughed.
"Blondes aren't my type," Callie smirked. Addison snorted.
"Really? Blondes aren't your type?" Addison said falling into a fit of giggles. Callie smiled and leaned back into her best friend thanking God for giving her Addison Montgomery. She felt guilt flood her at the same time. If it wasn't for her Addison wouldn't be living in hell and Callie was thankful? "Stop brooding," Addison whispered in her ear.
Callie smiled. "Yes, ma'am," she chuckled. Her eyes suddenly settled on the blonde she assumed Addison had been talking about. She was hot and definitely checking her out. The blonde locked eyes with her and sent her a sexy smirk. Callie chuckled at her audacity and watched the blonde move onto the dance floor. She had potential, but she needed a little help in the dancing department. She looked stiff and very nervous, but something still drew Callie towards her. She couldn't explain it, but all she wanted to do was feel the blonde moving beneath her fingers. Mind made up she led her drunk best friend to her equally drunk guy best friend.
"Mark, watch Addison for me."
She flipped him the finger over her shoulder when she heard him yell, "Go get some ass Torres!"
Arizona was getting more and more uncomfortable dancing when strong hands grabbed her hips from behind. Arizona tensed for a second before she saw dark locks out of the corner of her eye. She let Callie pull her closer and closed her eyes at the feel of their bodies pressed together so intimately. Callie expertly manipulated both their bodies to the rhythm of the music. Then she spun Arizona around so she was facing her, taking Arizona's breath away. Calliope's pictures did not do her justice. She was breathtakingly stunning. Her deep brown eyes were shining with passion and lust making Arizona feel weak in the knees. Callie continued to stare into Arizona's blue orbs as they danced to the music. She made Arizona feel as though she they were the only ones in the world that mattered. Abruptly Callie stopped and her eyes settled somewhere over Arizona's shoulder. Arizona looked behind her and saw Mark Sloan standing there a worried look on his handsome face.
"We need to go. Now," he said. Callie nodded and turned Arizona to look at her. She smiled apologetically.
"Sorry, I guess we'll have to finish this next weekend," Callie said before starting to follow Mark through the crowd.
"I don't even know your name," Arizona said trying to keep Callie with her for as long as possible.
"Well, if you want to know my name I guess you better show up on Friday night," Callie said smirking at the blonde's speechlessness and then disappeared into the crowd. Arizona's mind was reeling at what just happened. She was supposed to be a professional and she had just let a subject completely rattle her. That wasn't completely fair. She had kept Callie interested for more than one night and that was what she had set out to do tonight. Sighing, she moved towards the bar making sure to turn around when she was a safe distance away to see where they were going. Mark and Calliope were walking up the stairs to the balcony at a very quick pace. She couldn't make out their faces, but their body language said all she needed to know. Arizona let her eyes drift upwards and saw none other than Santiago Rodriguez. He was talking to Derek and looked up when he saw Mark and his wife approaching him. Calliope said something to him that Arizona couldn't make out, but Callie looked pissed. Rodriguez glared at her and then addressed the whole group. They all nodded and followed him out an exit Arizona couldn't see. Just the sight of him made Arizona nauseous.
Callie glared at her husband as she approached him. His dark eyes stared at her in annoyance at being kept waiting. He was every girl's fantasy. Brown smoldering eyes, tan skin, dark hair. He was a living breathing tall, dark, and handsome fantasy. But he wasn't Callie's fantasy. More like nightmare.
"What? We can't have one night to have fun?" She snapped once she reached him.
"Callie," Mark warned. Callie saw the worried look in his eyes as well as everyone else in the group and backed down. She cast her eyes downward and took a step back. She couldn't see it, but she could damn well feel his smirk of victory.
"I need your help with a shipment. All of you," he said looking at the rest of the group. They all nodded suddenly very sober. Callie glared at him one more time before she followed him out into the cool Seattle night.
Callie stared straight ahead as she drove Addison's car to the docks. Her best friend was sitting in the passengers seat shaking slightly. Callie felt her heart break. They all hated being involved in the business. Lately Santiago had been using them more and more and it made Callie suspicious. Santiago didn't do anything without a reason.
"You ok?" Callie asked softly.
"I'm ok, I'm good," Addison said her voice choked with tears. Callie felt more guilt sweep through her.
"We'll go in, help him check the packages, and go home ok?" She saw Addison nod. "You wanna sleep in my room tonight?" Callie asked her, taking Addison's shaking hand in her own. Addison squeezed Callie's hand tightly and nodded. Callie knew she didn't need to ask. Addison spent every night in Callie's room. All the girls had their own rooms, but Lexi and Cristina stayed in Meredith's room and Addison stayed in Callie's room. It was safer that way. They arrived at the docks and Addison wiped at her eyes. "You ready?" Callie asked. Addison nodded and they exited the car. Callie grabbed Addison's hand and they walked into the warehouse. Derek, Cristina, and Meredith were already inside checking the crates holding the cocaine. Mark and Lexi had pulled in behind them.
"Callie and Addison, you're on gun duty," Santiago ordered without looking up from the form he was signing. Callie nodded and moved to the first crate. It was going to be a long night.
