A/N: Most of you wanted me to carry on so here's Chapter 2. Thank you all for the reviews and alerts! :D
Speaking of which, I didn't 'Steal' someone elses idea, so I'm just letting you all know, I came up with this by myself and it's all my own work unless stated otherwise :)

I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter but I hope you all like it and let me know what you think. Also this chapter is longer than the first.
I might not be able to update next until the end of next week as I have 2 exams and college starts again.

I own nothing, and all mistakes are mine.

Marks P.O.V

As I left the cafeteria table to go to the Chiefs office I racked my brain for all the possible reasons as to why he would want to see me. If he needed me for a consult he would have just paged me, so it couldn't have been that. I hadn't bothered the nurses recently, so it could'nt have been that either. To be truthful, I couldn't think of one single thing that I could have done recently to put myself in the Chiefs bad books. He didn't seem angry with me either, which just confused me even more.

What actually waited for me behind the solid oak door of the Chiefs office, was the last thing I expected.

I knocked confidently on the door.

All confidence was lost as soon as I entered. I found myself frozen to the spot at the sight before me.

This couldn't be happening.
I always hoped that this day would never come.
Yet here it was, staring me in the face.

I looked over towards the Chief who just gave me a sad look. I then averted my gaze to the two US Army Officers who were standing in the middle of the room, fully dressed in their camouflage uniform. I could feel tears streaming down my face before they even spoke. I already knew why they were here.

Webber managed to guide me towards the sofa situated towards the back of the room. The tallest of the Officers cleared his throat and looked towards the Chief, silently asking for permission to speak. The Chief gave the man a small affirmitive nod. He was about to speak but I managed to speak up first.

'No, don't say it. I don't want to hear it' I managed to say, even though I could feel the lump forming in my throat and my mouth becoming dry.

The officer adjusted his jacket and straightened his posture. I tried to prepare myself mentally for what he was about to say. I knew what he was going to say.

He was going to tell me that she was dead.
That I would never be able to see my best friend again.

She was gone.

And there was nothing I could do about it.

At this realisation I had to put a fight with the tears that were beginning to flow freely down my burning red cheeks. Even though nothing had been said yet, I was beginning to feel like an emotional wreck.
The officer cleared his throat once again, looking towards me. I shifted in my seat, beginning to feel uncomfortable under his stare. He began to speak.

'Dr. Sloan. I'm Corporal Sanders and this is my colleauge, Officer Chambers. We are here to inform you that Calliope Iphegenia Torres was injured in a surprise attack on the area in which she was stationed. As far as we are aware, she is still alive, but in a critical condition.' He said these words as if he were almost robotic. No emotion could be detected in his voice.

Wait. Did he just say she was alive? My head snapped up to look at the two men.

'You.. Mean?' I could barely make a sentence as I released the breath I didnt realise I was holding.

I was happy she was alive, but how badly was she injured?
Critical.
That could mean anything.
What if she was brain dead?
What type of injuries did she have?
All sorts of questions raced through my mind. I was relieved she was still alive.

Being alive meant that she was breathing.

That's a good sign I thought to myself. I pondered my thoughts until Officer Chambers spoke for the first time since I had stepped foot in this room.

'Dr. Sloan, you're Calliope's emergency contact, is that correct?' He spoke with sincerity.

'Callie.' I corrected him. 'And yeah, that's right. I uhh, made her put me down before she left, incase she did get injured and I could have them bring her here.'

When she left for Afghanistan I always knew there was a chance she could be injured. I wasn't nieve enough to think that she was completely safe. But never did I think I would be having this conversation so soon. I felt like I was in a nightmare.

'We have spoken with Chief Webber and we have arranged for Callie to be transferred to this hospital. At the moment she is being monitered at a hospital in Italy.'

Why the hell was she in Italy? Why didn't they just bring her straight here? She would recieve better treatment here in the States, so why send her to Italy?

Officer Chambers must have sensed my confusion as he began to speak again.

'The attack was unexpected and a lot of medical personell were injured. The Italian Navy were patrolling the coasts at the time of the attack. They were due to go back to Italy on the same day, so they took the most critically injured with them, if we had waited for the US Airforce to arrive a lot more lives would have been lost. So they went to Italy to have basic treatment and to make sure they were all stable as it was quicker and more convienient to get to Europe than to the States.'

I nodded in understanding, not saying anything as I sensed he hadn't finished.

'We don't know the full extent of her injuries as we haven't seen her file, but we do know that she is in pretty bad shape. We just wanted you to prepare yourself.. Just incase.' He finished.

Just incase? Was that their way of saying they doubt she would survive this?

No. She will survive this. She will get through it. I know she will. She's a fighter.

'We will arrange for a helicopter to bring her in as soon as possible. The Italian authorities will be sending the Chief her files shortly. We will be in touch as soon as we have more details.' Corporal Sanders added.

I tried to take in what they were saying, but my mind was all over the place. I wished they would leave already. I needed space.

'The Chief has our details, please don't hesitate to call.' Chambers said, and with that they left.

As I sat on the couch trying to take everything in, my emotions were running wild. I didn't know what I felt.

Sadness?
Anger?
Pain?

I took a deep breath and buried my head in my hands, I could feel myself on the verge of tears again. I felt a strong hand grip my shoulder. I sucked in the air around me, trying to compose myself. So much had changed within the past 15 minutes.

It was a lot to take in.

'Mark, if you need some time off, I will give you all the time you need.' Richards words were filled with nothing but kindness and concern.

I shook my head. 'Thank you, but I think I will be ok, I need to work, I need a distraction. I will be able to go to her room whenever I want when she's here though right?' I looked up towards the Chief for the first time since the Officers had left.

'Of course. Anything you need Mark, just ask' He said as he looked at me sympathetically.

I wiped away the remainder of my tears and began to embrace myself for the outside world. The room was starting to make me feel claustophobic and my head was spinning.

'Thank you sir' I acknowldeged him quietly as I began to stand up.

As I stood up I felt as though my legs would give way and I would crumble into a mess on the floor. I managed to make it out of the office in one peice. The cool air flowing through the Hospital hit me as soon as I made my exit. I leant against the stone cold wall opposite Webbers office.

I tilted my head backwards and shut my eyes. Not having any control, as the tears once again lightly trickled down my face. I knew she was alive but hearing she was severly injured did not put my mind at ease. It was all so overwhelming. I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder and pull me away from the wall.

As soon as I realised we were in the privacy of the on-call room, I allowed all the emotions I was holding in over take me.

Arizona's P.O.V

I didn't want to push Mark to speak. I've never seen him so upset. Not even when him and Lexie broke up. I knew he would talk to me when he was ready. I sat next to him awkwardly on the bottom bunk, with my arm still around his shoulder, not really knowing what to do.

After what seemed like hours, but i'm sure was only less than 20 minutes, he finally moved and leant against the back of the bunk. I followed his action and rested my hand on top of his. I gave his hand a gentle squeeze, he looked down at me and gave me slight smile which was barely noticable. He looked so broken. His eyes were puffy and red from where had had been crying and tear stains were evident on his cheeks. His usually tidy hair was ruffled and his eyes which were normally filled with mischief looked empty. I began to wonder what could of possible happened to caus him to be in this state.

He removed his hand from mine and rubbed his eyes. He looked at me again.

'Sorry, you've probably got patients to see, you can go if you need to' He said shyly. He sounded so vulnerable. He was usually so confident and full of cockiness.

'Hey, it's ok, I don't mind staying. Do you want to talk about it?' I asked him cautiously, not wanting to push the obviously sensitive subject.

He took a deep breath and stared straight ahead.

'Remember I told you about Callie?' I noticed his eyes fill up with tears as he mentioned her name.

'Yeah, that's your friend in the Army right?' I wondered what she had to do with this.

Mark cares about Callie a lot. He always talks about her and I sometimes wonders if there was something more than friendship between the two of them, Mark never mentioned anything though.

He nodded, answering my question. 'Well, she got injured. Pretty bad. They're bringing her here for treatment.' He spoke so quietly I could just about hear him.

'I'm sorry to hear that' I squeezed his hand for comfort. 'At least she's ok right? And the Doctors here are the best. She'll be ok Mark.' I tried to reassure him.

'They said they're not sure of the extent of her injuries. What if she's got a brain injury? Or if her legs have been damaged and she can't walk again? What if she doesn't get through this Arizona?' His voice was shaky and I could see his eyes fill with tears.
'They told me to be prepared, how do you prepare for something like that?' He managed to choke out before his sobs filled the room.

I knew from personal experience how Mark felt. When I first heard that my brother was injured, all I could think about was the what ifs. I worked myself up and hardley ever slept or ate. Even though my brother died in the hospital, I had a chance to say goodbye. I was thankful to have that chance. I hoped Callie would survive this, I didn't know her, but I did know that Mark and her family don't deserve to go through what my family and I went through. No one deserves that.

'You don't. But what you can do is hope, and pray that she survives this. All the best Doctors will be workin on her, It'll be ok Mark.' I didn't want to give him false hope, but I also didn't want him to give up either.

'Yeah, I guess your right' He sighed.

'I'm always right' I chuckled, trying to take his mind of things.

He let out a quiet laugh.
'I can't wait for you guys to meet her, she's great.' He paused and looked at me. 'Plus, she's gay' He added as he winked at me and I playfully slapped his arm, glad the mood had been lightened and he seemed to be cheering up a little.

'What? I'm just saying. She's hot you know.' He defended himself as he nudged me in the ribs with his elbow.

I raised my eyebroe at him and I could tell that his mind was wandering off into a place filled with lesbian sex by the way his eyes darkened. I slapped his arm again, only slightly harder this time.

'And she slaps me. Well, when I say slap It's more like a punch.' He laughed as he consciously rubbed his arm.

I grinned at him, but before I could say anything the blaring sound of a pager going off echoed through the room. I looked at the device attached to my hip.

'Shoot, It's a 911. I can have someone else be paged if you need me to stay?'

'I'll be fine, go save those tiny humans.'

'Page me if you need anything then, ok?' I told him, becoming more serious.

'Yes boss' He saluted me as I left the room. I was pleased that he seemed slightly happier than when he had left the Chiefs office.

As soon as I walked out of the on-call room Derek came over to me, concern written all over his face.

'Arizona, what's going on? Is Mark ok?'

'You know Callie, his friend who's in the Army? Well she was injured and they said she's in a pretty bad state but don't know the full extent of her injuries. They're bringing her here to be treated. Derek, I have to go, I was paged 911 to the pit. You should go and check on him.' I smiled at him but didn't wait for a response as I ran a hand through my hair and rushed off to the pit.

As I was making my way through the hospital I heard a bunch of nurses gossiping about all the reasons why Sloan had come out of the Chiefs office looking like someone had kicked his puppy.

'I heard he was fired because one of the other nurses reported him for sexual harassment' I heard a red headed nurse whisper to her friend who gasped in return.

'Really? I heard he had been diagnosed with cancer and the Chief was forcing him to leave'. Another nurse said as the others looked at her with thier eyes wide, as though this information was the most interesting thing in the world.

'Don't you people have anything better to be doing with your time other than gossiping? He hasn't been fired and hasn't got cance, so I suggest you stop listening to ridiculous rumours and get on with your god damn jobs!' My head whipped around to find Bailey standing on the other side of the nurses station frowning. The nurses all looked at Bailey, speechless for once, before heading of in all directions.

She grabbed a chart from behind the desk and walked off muttering something about people's private buisness becoming everyone's buisness. I giggled to myself, Bailey really was a terrifying person and your certainly didn't want to get on her bad side.

...

I spent the rest of my shift in surgery. Owen and I had to work hard to save an 8 year olds life after she was knocked down by a drunk driver. It amazed me how irresponsible grown adults could be. I was relieved that the surgery was a sucsess and she was now in recovery. Now the only thing standing between me and going to relax with a glass of wine was this chart.

'Hey! You finished your shift yet?' Teddy snook up behind me and asked eagerly.

She wanted something. I could tell by her tone of voice. It was overly enthusiastic.

I turned to face the taller surgeon.
'What do you want? I've known you long enough to know when you want something, so get to the point' I looked at her amused.

She opened her mouth, about to protest but I cut her off before she even started.
'Don't even try it missy, spill' I held my hand up to her and raised my eyebrow.

'Let's go to Joes'
Her eyes widened and she nodded her head to encourage me to say yes. She looked slightly like a crazy person.

'What, so you can sit there drooling over the hot new bartender all night' I teased her, knowing that was the exact reason why she wanted me to go to Joes with her.

'Well.. Yeah. That is the idea.' She winked at me and started laughing.

She knew better than to try and deny it.

'You're like a teenager, you know that right?'

'Yeah, yeah. Says the grown woman who wear rollerskates to work' She grinned slyly at me and started speaking again. 'Just say yes already! Please. I don't want to beg you.'

'They're not rollerskates and they're for the kids. I'll only come if your'e buying.'

'Deal. I'll meet you in the lobby in ten.' She shouted behind her shoulder as she was walking off.

A drink was just what I needed.
After finishing the chart, I sent Mark a text checking he was ok and headed off to the locker room.

A/N 2: So I know Callie wasn't in this chapter, but her pov will definately be in the next one and she arrives at the hospital.

Let me know what you think of this chapter :)