WARNING! PLEASE READ: Due to the violent and graphic nature of this fiction I will warn you now that this might no be your cup of tea. It mixes two of my favorite shows together, Dexter and Grey's Anatomy. For anyone who doesn't know about Dexter it is a show that is about a serial killer in Miami and without giving too much away that is what this fiction is loosely based off of. If you wish to continue then by all means please do, if you don't want to read it then that is fine by me. At least you can't say that I didn't warn you.

A/N 2: I am going to make Team Rainbow a series and they are in middle of an adventure right now. I don't want to post it until it is completely finished because things are going to get pretty crazy for me starting in August and I don't want to leave you guys hanging for a long time between chapters.

6 months, 17 days, 20 hours, 45 minutes and 56...57...58, I think you get the jest, since Erica Hahn decided to take her old job back at Seattle Grace. Everyone's first thought was she was going to try and get my wife back, but she's not. The only time the two really talk is when they have a case together which is very rare, but that doesn't stop the rumors. The current rumor is that Erica is planning something big to get Calliope back.

A lot of things have changed the past four years that Erica has been gone, Callie has a baby and she's married...to a monster. At least that's what my parents call me, a monster, I know if something happens to me they already have their elaborate stories made up to tell their friends and our family about me, something that makes them look innocent. My brother never thought of me as a monster, he always said I was walking around with a... Dark Passenger.

A passenger I picked up when I was 5, I only let it take over my body partially back then. I killed an assortment of animals when I was in elementary school, from squirrels all the way up to dogs and cats that were wondering around the neighborhood. It wasn't until I was in 5th grade when I let my Dark Passenger take over my body completely.

Mrs. Williams was giving us a pop quiz in math; I was forced to sit next to Jena Hofmann that year. She was never really good at school and always copied from others around her. Well that day I was her victim, she copied my quiz word for word, the next day Mrs. Williams confronted us about it. Jena being the bitch the she was blamed me for coping on her, and Mrs. Williams believed her over me. I was suspended for the rest of week, ground for two weeks; needless to say I wasn't a happy camper.

It was a Friday afternoon my mom and the Colonel were at work, Tim was in the 7th grade at the time and he always got out of school before me and before my parents could get off work. When he got home he would relive our nanny from her duty of watching me before he would tell me to stay in the house before playing street hockey with his friends in front of the house.

I waited till he was heavily engrossed in his game before I invited Jena over to our house. Tim said I had to stay in the house he never said I couldn't have 'friends' over. It took Jena 10 minutes to make it to our house, to make sure my brother and his friends didn't see her I told her to sneak around back which she did.

She was your typical 10 year old, she wanted to play with my Barbie dolls, and she was fascinated with my Polly the Pocket collection, she stole a few of them when she thought I wasn't looking. We went downstairs because I told her that I loved to play with Lego's and that I have a huge town downstairs in the basement.

Downstairs in the far corner of the room was, well at the time was my pride and joy. My Lego town that took up 5 tables, I told her she could only look and not touch. No body could touch that town expect for me, let me tell you, I would freak out if someone, even my mom, touched it. After about a minute of one-upping each other on Lego's, I talked her into play hide n seek with me. We played a quick game of rock paper scissors I got to hide first; I went immediately to the basement and hid in the corner by the staircase. It really wasn't hiding, nothing compared to what I do now. If you looked closely you could easily make me out in the corner. I waited for 5 minutes before Jena got done with her counting and before she finally realized that I might be hiding in the basement.

She walked right passed me. I rolled my eyes when she started calling my name, like I would be that dense to actually listen to that bitch. Once she was in the middle of the basement was when I quietly made my way over to her. I was holding my pink jump rope my grandparents got me for Christmas last year. The furnace came on which made a tapping noise in the corner where my Lego town was, that kept her focused on that area as I made my way to her. She was so focused she didn't even realize I was right behind her or the fact that I had a jump rope around her neck until it was too late.

She was flailing around trying to break my grip, but the more she flailed the tighter my grip became. Her arms were flying around and she started to kick her legs, her leg hit a table next to her. It was Tim's table; he had all of his Warhammer 40k stuff on there. I watched as pieces of his army fell to the floor and broke, I knew that at some point in the future my Lego town would be in pieces because of this.

It was exactly 7 minutes and 16 seconds when Jena stopped moving. I let go of the jump rope and Jena's body fell to ground. I just stared at her lifeless body, enjoying the high that I got from killing. It was a feeling I had never experienced in my 10 years of life. She had cut her leg on the edge of Tim's table, and for some reason I was fascinated with her blood. I told my grandparents that I loved science, and for my birthday they got me a microscope set, which was sitting on a self to my left. Grabbing a slide cover and the dropper I collected a drop of her blood and placed it on the slide.

With the slide in my pocket, I started to move her body, I didn't get very far because my mom and dad came home. I heard talking upstairs and Tim came downstairs, once he turned the corner he stopped and just looked at me in shock. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cutoff when our mom came downstairs and let out a blood curdling scream, "Arizona Elizabeth Robbins! What did you do?" She screamed at me, but then again could you blame her?

My facial features never changed as I moved my gaze from Jena to my mother. "I killed her, she copied my quiz and I got in trouble for it. She had to pay; no one else was going to help me so I helped myself." My voice was calm and cool; there was no fear or panic rushing though me only need; the need to do it again.

My father rushed downstairs when she he heard my mother yelling, he was quiet as he took in the scene. "Mom and Dad go upstairs. Arizona and I got this." My father guided my mother upstairs to their room, and Tim helped move Jena's body outside to the shed. Together we placed sheets of plastic all over the shed; every surface was covered before Tim set her body on the table that was also covered in plastic.

Tim walked over to where my dad kept the power tools and handed me the electronic hand saw, "you know what to do."

With saw in my hand I took the time and cut Jena's body into small pieces. Since she was small her body and sheets of plastic fit perfectly in two large trash bags. Tim made me look over the shed to make sure there was no blood anywhere while he went back to house for a moment. A few minutes later he came back and together the two of us with the bags made our way to Manteo Waterfront Marina.

My father is in the Marines and loves boats; he has a huge collection of them. When my brother turned 13 last month my dad took him to go get his boating license. As much as Tim wanted to break the rules and drive Dad's pride and joy 'Aquaholic' which was a Dominator 87' Express, he knew we would get caught and having two trash bags filled with a dead body was not something he wanted to get caught with.

Tim stuck to the rules and laws of boating, since he was between the age of 12 and 15 he could only operate a boat under 40 hp by himself, so he took the 'Island Hopper' a 1986 Jongert sailing yacht. We were sailing around for at two hours, Tim waited till the sun went down before he anchored the yacht 20 miles away from shore. Together we threw the bags over board, once we did that we just stood there looking out at the water in silence.

"Did you learn your lesson?"

I take a moment to think about this question, I know he wants me to say yes but I can't. I didn't learn my lesson because I want to do it again. "No, I just want to do it again."

Out of the corner of my eye I see his head drop, and he let's out a loud sigh. "Arizona, you can't just go around killing people because it feels good." He's trying not to yell at me, but I can see he is starting to wear thin.

"Why not, I can kill someone cut up their body and throw it into ocean like we just did." It's practical when you think about it. No on would be searching this far out in the ocean, plus if the current is strong enough it could carry the bags further in to the ocean.

"You realize most people get caught because they don't think about what they are doing when they kill. Did you ever think about the possibilities of what could happen when you killed Jena?"

I was so caught up in the moment; it never occurred to me what would happen when I actually killed Jena. For some reason I can't form words so I do the next best thing, I shake my head no.

"Jesus Arizona." Tim through his hands up in the air and was shaking head. I was starting to piss him off, I don't know why but I was starting to get upset because I made him mad. My hands were folded in front of me and I was staring at them waiting for him to continue his rant.

"She's a 10 year old girl with a family that loves her, and they have probably noticed that it's 8:30 and she's not home for dinner. Did it ever occur to you that she could have told her parents that she was going over to our house? Her parents could be talking to our parents, and since it's a missing child the police will get involved. Do you see where I'm going with this?"

I'm still looking down, and I feel like I'm about to cry. But I don't and like before I just shake my head yes, I see his point clearly.

"You maybe 10 going on 11, but your smarter than this. You have to think before you kill someone."

He was right I would have to use my brain if I didn't want to get caught. I got lucky with Jena, her parents trusted her enough to say home alone while they were out. She never left a note saying where she was going, to her parents and everyone in the neighborhood they thought she ran away or was kidnapped with no leads.

With my dad being in the military we lived in North Carolina till the end of the school year. My parents couldn't look at me until the start of sixth grade, when I started acted like all the other girls my age. I have Tim to thank for that, he helped mask the real Arizona from others, my parents included, to them killing Jena was a one time thing. Sorry say it wasn't, with Tim's help I was able to create the fake bubbly and perky Arizona that people know and love.

Dr. Arizona Robbins chief of pediatric surgery, savor of the tiny humans. Or Blondie and roller girl as my co-workers call me is nothing but an act, an act that took 25 years for me to get prefect. But 6 months ago it would seem my act has some holes in it, otherwise how else could Erica Hahn know that I have a dark passenger. Unless she is traveling around with one as well.

Three months after she was settled into Seattle and the hospital, that's when she started tormenting me. On my desk, in my locker, in my lab coat and in my scrub caps she would leave me pictures. Pictures of a young female that could pass for Callie's little sister. She has the same skin color as her and they have the same color hair. She has a nice lean body, and is a little bit taller then Callie. The pictures range from hanging out with friends and family all the way down to various one-night stands. One thing is clear, this women doesn't know that someone is following her taking pictures.

But that's not the main question, the main question is why is Erica targeting this women? What is her name? And why is Erica showing me these pictures. I don't get much time to evaluate these questions, because movement from the middle of the room gets my attention.

"W-Where am I?"

My latest victim has finally woken up; he is trying to get out of his restraints. He might as well as just give up, he is tightly bound in plastic his not going anywhere. I set the pictures that Erica has been sending me down next to my kill tools. Just like my victim the room we are in is completely covered in plastic, so he can hear my movement in the corner of the room. Just like the others before him he tries to call out to me for help.

"Hello? Is anybody there? I - I can't move, please someone help me." He's whimpering, I give it another 2 minutes before he is flat out crying.

I want to drag out as much fear as I can, so I take my time walking up to him. What I can only assume, what feels like hours to him I finally so my face. He relaxes a little bit, and he should he knows the fake bubbly Arizona but all of that is about to change.

"Oh thank God, Dr. Robbins I don't now what happened. One minute I'm in my living room and the next thing I know I'm laying in this room and I can't move. Help me get out of this."

My facial expression hasn't changed, since Sam Wilson the defensive coach of the University of Washington's football team opened his useless mouth. His face tenses when he looks into my lifeless piecing blue eyes, he's slowing starting to two and two together that he is not getting out alive.

I have so much to say I don't know where to start, hmm let's start with his first question. "It's ok you can relax a little, we are still in your house." Sam is looking round as much as he can; his head is also strapped to the table.

"I know it's hard to see with all these sheets of plastic everywhere, but we are upstairs in your... 'Children's' bedroom." I make sure to use air quotes with children; I see the fear in his eyes when I say children. He's a smart man I can tell he knows where I'm going with this.

"Yeah, how many have you had now? Five, is it? I find it disgusting how social services still gives you children, so you can molest and rape them. Only to have them die in some freak accident when they get the courage to finally stand up to you." I grab him by the chin and turn his head towards the left wall where I have placed 20x24 portraits of each adoptive child that was been in his custody.

He remains focused on the pictures as I return to my table, I run my middle finger over my knife set before I pick up one of my favorite knifes. I walk back over to him, making sure I'm standing right above him. Before he can say anything I cut his right cheek, and he let's out a yelp. All I can do is roll my eyes; it's a small cut on his cheek and his crying like a baby. He watches as I take my dropper and collect a few drops of blood for my slide collection.

I turn my back to him one more time, placing the slide next to my pictures and knifes before returning to his side. His is still crying, when my face comes back into his view he closes his eyes. "Our Father in haven, hollowed be your-"

"STOP!" I yell at him slapping him across the face, "That has never helped anyone."

"Please, Please I'll do whatever you want. Just let me go." He has stopped crying now and has started whimpering again.

"That's right, beg. Is that what your kids did when you were raping them? Now you know how they felt, sucks doesn't it?"

He opens his mouth and let's out a silent cry before he speaks again. "I - I couldn't help it. I just couldn't stop the urges. You have to believe me."

I give him a small smile, "I know what you mean. I get urges to kill all the time, but never for children... I could never ever...ever, do that to kids."

"Why?" Sam says in a barely there whisper.

"Because I have standards." It's the last thing I say to him before my knife penetrates his chest just a few inches above his heart hitting his aorta, and I watch his life drain slowly from his eyes.

In fives minutes Sam Wilson is dead; I grab my face shield and start the messy deconstruction of my kill room. I know for a fact it is a two-hour process to deconstruct my room without leaving any evidence of myself or Mr. Wilson behind.

It isn't until I have dismembered Sam's body and placed it into two large biodegradable trash bags, I realize how late it is. My phone is going off, the ringtone LMFAO's 'Sexy and I Know It' that means one thing, Callie is calling.

I quickly remove my latex gloves and hit accept. "Hey you."

The line is silent, I'm about to hangup thinking that Callie had butt dialed me again. "Mommy." An instant smile comes to my face as Sofia's voice comes through the phone.

"Hey baby girl, why are you up so late?"

"Story."

My grin grows wider; Sofia can't go to sleep without story time. Which means she wants me and only me to read her Beauty and the Beast. No I didn't choose this story because of the subliminal messages of me being the beast and Callie being the beauty. Sofia actually grew a liking to this story all on her own.

It takes me twenty minutes to read the story, I know that ten minutes into it I can tell she has fallen asleep but I keep talking till the end of the story. Once the story is complete I hear movement in the background, there is a soft thud followed by a muffled 'fuck'.

"Are you okay Cal?"

"Yeah, I just dropped the phone trying to put Sofia in her bed. Are you still at work?"

I turn around and look at the bloody mess Sam's body has left behind. "No, I'm working on a project at a friends house. I'm almost done, I'll home right after."

"Okay, I'll see you when you get home. Love You."

"Love you too babe."

I close the phone and let out a sigh, why am I like this? Why can't I be 'normal'? I have a wife and a daughter that love with all my heart and I know they love me, so why am I a monster, why can't I just stop? Ever since Sofia was born, I have always asked myself these questions and I never have an answer. Is this my faith? Do I just have to expect the fact that I am and always will be a monster?

After I get off the phone with Callie it takes another thirty minutes to clean the rest of the room. I am able to condense my crime scene to six large biodegradable trash bags, and soon I'm on my way to Corinthian Yacht Club so I can dispose my trash in my little corner of the world.

Before I go home I make one last stop, to my apartment. Callie doesn't know I still have it and that I still use it, but hey where else am I going to hide the huge amount of plastic wrap, my knife set and M99 tranquilizer. Not to mention the fact that I have to clean my knife set and I need a safe place to store my trophies.

Once everything is put away, I lock up and go home to my family. I still find it weird to say, I can't believe that I found someone who loves me, or the fake bubbly me. I wonder if Callie would still stay with me if she knew about my dark passenger.

When I come home the light by the door is off and the lamp sitting on the table between our and Sofia's room is on. That only means one thing, Sofia is having nightmares and just like story time out of the four adult figures she has in her life, I'm the only one who can get her to fall asleep.

I place my keys in the bowl by the front door before I make my way to the kitchen to charge my phone. Just as I take off my coat and set down my purse, Sofia starts whimpering. Quietly and quickly I make my way over to Sofia's room, I know Callie must be tried because she had surgery all day. She had a patient with cervical spondylotic myelopathy and that surgery was well over 5 hours long.

Before she starts to cry I'm already by her crib, "Shh, baby girl you don't have to worry anymore mommy is here." I say as I pick her up, she doesn't even open her eyes either my voice or my scent helps calm her down. Like anytime I hold my baby girl, she automatically curls up into a ball on my chest.

It takes a few minutes before she falls asleep again; as I stand there rocking her back and forth I start to feel tired. So I walk out to the living room to lay down with Sofia, I ignore the rocking chair in the corner for her room because Callie uses it to sing to her.

I lay down on my back on the couch with my baby girl still curled up into a ball sleeping. My left arm is right under her neatly tucked legs and my right hand is on her back. I close my eyes for a little rest, but I don't fully fall asleep. I guess you could say my motherly instinct has kicked in and every time she moves or her breathing changes I wake up instantly.

For about 4 or 5 more hours I lightly sleep with Sofia curled up on my chest. I feel a presence in the living room; I keep my eyes closed not really worried because I know its Callie. Knowing her she is probably taking a picture of us to show everyone at work along with my parents as well as hers. After a few moments I feel the weight of Sofia lifted from my chest. Once that happened sleep instantly take over my body and I fall into a dreamless sleep.

At that time I lose all track of time, I don't know how long I have been out; it could be minutes or hours. After a few moment of guessing how long I have been sleeping for the presence that was in the living from before is now hovering over me. In an instant I know who it is, Callie is somewhat growing her hair out keeping it at medium length. Part of her hair is on my cheek, mouth and nose. My senses are flooded with her vanilla and honey shampoo and conditioner. Soon her lavender body wash mixes it's self in there as she places butterfly kisses on my neck and collarbone.

I can't stop the smile that starts to grow on face as she kisses around neck and face. Finally she kisses on lips, it lasts for several seconds before she pulls ways. When I open my eyes big beautiful chocolate brown eyes that I have fallen for over the past 4 years greet me.

All I can think is I'm not suppose to be like this, happy with a family. Tim, my father and my mother always thought that I would be alone forever, and until I found Callie I believed them. I grew up empty inside, incapable producing genuine feelings for someone, even for my own family.

Callie is looking back at me for a moment before she gives a light chuckle. "What?"

I smile back at her, "Just thinking."

"About?" she raises her eyebrow, which I find incredibly sexy.

"The perfect word that describes how much I love you. It seems like every dictionary and thesaurus I look through doesn't seem to have the word I'm looking for."

Every facial expression for love crosses her face all at once and her smile grows impossibly wider. Any wider and I'm sure she will split her face. She leans down and kisses me passionately; she doesn't need to ask for permission to deepen the kiss. I open my mouth to let her tongue play with mine.

We kiss for a few minutes before I back away and look around with a perplex look. "Where's my baby girl?"

Her face gets more lovingly, if that's possible? She loves it when I call Sofia my baby girl. "She is in her play pen on the other side of the room."

Callie leans in to kiss me again, but I stop her. "As much as I would love to continue this, I don't want to scar my 23-mouth old daughter."

Callie smiles and gets up lifting me up with her. "Maybe while she is at Addison's tonight we can continue this." She gives me a playful slap on the ass as I make my to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

An hour and half later after I take a shower and eat breakfast with my two favorite ladies Callie, Sofia and I are making our way over to the hospital. We are just about to walk into the daycare center on the first floor, when Callie's two best friends Addison Montgomery and Mark Sloan join us. Teddy likes to call them the three stooges they are inseparable both in and outside of the hospital.

"How's daddy's favorite girl?" Mark asks he stops in mid process from lifting her from my arms when she starts to whimper. Mark and Callie maybe her biological parents, but she clearly loves me the most.

"You know you don't have to watch her tonight Addison. We can being her with us." Callie said.

"No, I want to spend time with my god daughter. I didn't get the chance to last week because of an emergency surgery." Addison turned her attention from Callie to Sofia. "Plus this almost three year will be bored out of her mind."

Addison smirks and glances over to Mark who is smirking as well, "Just remember one thing Callie. You have to choose a big enough house for the three of you and the dog."

DOGGIE!" Sofia starts bouncing with joy. If it isn't about the need to expand our family of three, they find the need to constantly nag me about getting a dog.

All I can do is just roll my eyes, "I said we will see."

"Um I pretty sure you said that we could get a dog when we move into a house." Addison countered.

I give a heavy sigh as I leave the three of them and drop Sofia off inside. We Addison, do you plan on living with us now. No better yet do you plan on cleaning up after this damn dog. Because I'm pretty sure my almost three year old does really understand responsibility, and Callie I love her to death, but when she get back home from a long shift she will not want to pick up after it.

I take a deep breath before I rejoin the three stooges, all of them have smile on her faces. They must have some type of plan to get me to say yes to this damn dog.

"Well ladies I have to go give a consult, I'll see you two you later." Mark says to Addison and Callie. "See you later Ari." He slaps me on the back before he leaves us.

Addison looks at me with a somewhat evil glare, she's about to do something and she daring me to call her out on it. "Well Cal I have to go up to the nursery care to join me?"

"Yeah, I really don't have anything until this afternoon." Callie turns to me and gives me a kiss goodbye before her and Addison may their way upstairs.

Before they make to the elevator Addison turns around to address me, "Oh Arizona! I left the In vitro pamphlets on your desk for you look over when you get the chance."

My jaw instantly drops; I will not kill Addison, I will not kill Addison, I will not kill Addison. I avoid all eye contact with her and Callie, I need to go upstairs but I will not take the elevator. With my luck Callie will get a page and then when I'm in the elevator Addison will there too.

Don't get me wrong I know she's Callie's best friend, and is only looking out for her, but some days sheets of plastic cross my mind.

With this being Karev's last year as a resident before he starts his peds fellowship, he has been going around doing all my post and pre op charts. Not to mention that he doing a lot of my big surgeries, which leaves me with some free time on my hands.

Free time that I'm currently using on finding Teddy, I make it up the 4th floor where the Cardio wing is located. It doesn't take me long to find her, she standing at the nurse's station filling out some paperwork.

I join her side with a long face and a sigh, she takes one glance at me before looking around making sure the coast the was clear from prying eyes and ears. "Sam was a no go?"

Besides Tim, my mother and my father, Teddy is really the only person outside my family that knows about my dark passenger. No I didn't flat out tell one night 'Hey Teds I'm a serial killer. Don't tell anyone or I'll kill you.' The only way she found out was she caught me in the act.

It was a little over 3 years ago when Callie and I got into a car accident, and her life along with Sofia's were up in the air. Mark was being a complete asshole to me, I mean several times I just wanted to reach over and snap his neck. I mean I have killed men bigger and taller then him, I could have killed Mark before anyone could even register what happened. But for Callie and Sofia's sake I didn't, I still don't like him I just tolerate him now. Since he started dating Julie having him around really isn't that bad.

But for those four days that Callie and Sofia were in the hospital, I let my dark passenger take over me completely.

Usually I'm a neat monster, I follow the ritual that Timothy made for me when I was younger. I find my victim, usually someone who thinks they were smart enough to get past the law. Once I get my victim I do a background check on them, find out what their crimes are. I take the time the stalk them, make sure they are actually guilty of their crime. If I find them guilty for what they did, I take the time to find and set up my kill room. My kill room location usually has something to do with my victim and their crimes, once the location is set I carefully wrap the room with lots of plastic sheets, duct tape and pictures and other things from their victims. When I know their Monday thru Sunday schedule by heart is when I strike. I usually wait till they are alone in a secluded area; I quietly my make way over to them and inject them with an M99 tranquilizer. M99 is mainly used for large animals and if not used properly it can kill a human. I have had years of practice with the stuff so I know exactly how much to use. With the right amount given my victims are usually unconscious for 2 to 3 hours, which gives me plenty of time to get their bodies to my kill room. When they finally awaken I confront them about their crimes, they are scared and want to be let go so they confess and plea from me to let them go. Once they are dead, I dismember their bodies and the kill room I place them into six biodegradable trash bags before they go to their watery grave. No muss no fuss.

Three years ago when Callie and Sofia were in the hospital, I lost all control, and for a brief moment Seattle saw my dark passenger. To Maryland, my dark passenger is called the thumb print killer. There is no ritual, no carefully choosing my victim, no making sure they are criminal, no quietly killing them, and no disposing of the body in my secret corner of the world. All you had to do was make eye contact with me and you would have my next victim if I weren't in the process of stalking someone. I killed 5 innocent people in four days, at the end of my shift I would watch Callie from the gallery, or sit by her side till the early morning, then pretend that I was going home for a shower and a change of clothes. But I would make sure to kill someone before I went home.

At the time I was staying with Teddy in her apartment, being alone in my apartment was too much, and I for damn sure wasn't about stay with Mark. I had just finished killing Sean Meyer, Teddy's neighbor that lived right across the hall from her. She had gotten out of her surgery early and was making her way back home.

Sean was a fighter, so I didn't really have time to close door. Teddy and Sean live at the end of the hall so no one would really comeback there unless they needed too. I was trying to move Sean's body so I could leave his bloody thumbprint on the wall. Right as she got to her door, Sean's body fell from the bed to the floor with a loud thud. Teddy must have heard it because she walked in looking for Sean, making sure he was ok.

I had just put his thumbprint on wall and was about to leave but was stopped when I saw Teddy staring at me from the doorway. Without losing eye contact she got out her cell phone, "Yes this is Theodora Altman, I live on the 5 floor of the Olivian and I want to report a murder."

Teddy is on the phone for a few more minutes after that, once she got off the phone she looked at me again. "The police with be here any minute, you might want to get lost for a few hours."

Which is exactly what I do, Teddy grabs me a clean pair of clothes and I make my way to my boat where I get rid of my clothes and spend most of the night. I'm a little on edge I don't know if Teddy is going the report me or not. It's a little after 4 in the morning when I get a text from Teddy telling me its safe to come back. I do go back, but the entire way there I get the feeling like police are going to be there to arrest me. When I comeback Sean's apartment is sealed off with yellow tape, I walk into the Teddy's apartment expecting to see police waiting for me but no one is here. Teddy is sitting at the kitchen table holding a cup of coffee. "Sit," she jesters towards one of the empty seats.

I don't question her and do as I'm told. We sit in silence from a few moments before she starts questioning me. The questions last all night, and I'm surprised that she accepts me and still wants to be my friend. Well in her words, 'I don't care what you do on your own time, just don't bring down with you if you get caught.' Which is easy enough for me.

Sometimes she even gives me a victim. I have absolutely no tolerance for pedophiles. Can't stand them think the world would be a better place without them, it disgusts me how they could do the things they do to kids. Just like my zero tolerance for pedophiles, Teddy has one for abusive spouses, whether you're a male or female. Everytime Teddy works the ER or has a case that involves an abusive spouse, their name just happens to come out when we are talking.

"Earth-to-Arizona…" Teddy is waving her hand infront of me. I've been reminiscing for too long.

"Sorry, what?" I turn my attention to Teddy now.

"Sam…I'm taking it that it was a no go?"

"No, it was go." I pause as stare off into space. "A much needed go."

I can see out of the corner of my eye that Teddy is looking at me confused. "If it was go? Why the long the face?"

"One word…Addison…"

Teddy scrunched up her face and gave a low hiss. "I'm sorry, what have you done wrong this time?"

"Because I'm still on the fence about the whole dog thing." I shake my head and give another sigh. "I mean if it isn't about the damn dog, it's about having more kids. You know I wouldn't be so opposed to having more kids, if Callie wants to her eggs but she doesn't. She wants to use mine; she has even gone as far as wanting to do in vitro. Which is good I guess because nine months of no killing for me… not good."

We are silent for a few seconds as we both are staring off into space now. "I mean Callie willing to do in vitro says a lot. She's willing to take the 38.9% pregnancy rate, and the 31.7% chance that it will be a live birth." Teddy is looking at me now with a raised eyebrow. "I swear if you tell anyone I actually took the time to go through the packets Addison gave me, I will physically and mentally beat you."

Teddy throws up her hands defensively and let's me continue my rant. "The only reason Callie wants to do in vitro because she thinks I don't want to carry a baby or I'm afraid of child birth and don't lose my figure. Which is all false, the only reason I don't want a kid is because my son or daughter will have my genes, and what if they become a killer like me. If Callie ever finds about me she will be devastated, but if she finds out that her son or daughter is one too she will be crushed. I can't do that to her, but I'm so afraid that she's going to leave me for someone who can and will give her what she wants…A family."

Teddy turns around to face the nurse's station and put down her chart before she looks over to me. "I'm stopping you right there, your not the monster you think you really are. Hidden deep, deep, deep inside of you is a normal Arizona Robbins that you crave for so much. She's there, I've seen her. I guess I see her more times then you do. I see her when Callie walks into the room, even when you two are talking. Whether its idle chit chat or a heated argument I see that loving normal Arizona. I see her when you are with Sofia or 'baby girl'. She's there Ari, but you're the only one who controls when she's allowed to make an appearance."

That's all Teddy says to me, she returns her focus back her chart while I let her words sink in. "Wow Teddy, are you resigning from the Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery to be a motivational speaker?"

Calm cool and collected have officially left me when I hear the voice behind us. I turn around to face the nurse's station with Teddy to see none other than Erica Hahn.

"Seriously let me know if you do, I want to get my old job back." She turns to look at me with smirk. "Maybe even my girlfriend too."

Erica doesn't give either of us the chance to respond to her. She is already walking down the hall to a patient's room. Teddy just ignores her and returns to her chart, but some reason I follow her with my eyes.

My face instantly drops, as she walks into one of the rooms on this floor. There sitting in the room is the girl Erica has been photographing and sending to me. Right before the Erica closes the door, we make eye contact. She doesn't say anything to me all she does is smile and wink at me before closing the door.

A/N 3: So what do you think? Do you want me to continue or is it too dark?