Disclaimer: This is AU. I do not own any of the characters from Grey's Anatomy. I just manipulate them to my will. Also, any line or phrase or setting that seems remotely familiar from any other show, movie or book, also not mine.

AN: Arizona finally got some special time with her wife. Now lets see what's on the FBI agents plate. Enjoy!

Chapter 4

"Made good time today, Arizona."

"Thanks Ms. Norris. See you tomorrow." I say as I jog past one of my neighbors. It's the last quarter mile of my usual four mile run every morning. Slowing to cool down, I get back home almost a half hour after I stepped out of the front door, long before Sofia and Miguel ever think about waking up. Getting back home, I stand outside in the cool morning air and stretch out my muscles, soaking in as much quiet time during these morning runs as I can because I know as soon as I step back in that house, I'm Mommy… not Arizona. One last deep breath, I move into the house and go about my morning routine. Sneaking into the bedroom with a still fast asleep surgeon wrapped in the warm blankets, I slip into the shower The usual hot waters soothing my muscles and then turning the water to frigid cold, locking the energy of the steam within. Just as I am stepping back out into the bedroom, Callie is stirring, fighting to get just five more minutes.

Knowing that she always stretches her mornings thin, I sit on the edge of her side of the bed and help bring her closer to consciousness.

"Morning beautiful…" I say softly, rubbing her back over the covers. I just get a groan in response. …she does love her sleep. "Take your time babe, I'll get the kids." Kissing her on the cheek I go about rousing the two mini-us's. When I get back to the bedroom, the shower is running and the bed is empty. I quickly change and grab Mowgli then head downstairs.

A half hour later, Sofia is eating her breakfast in the thick morning fog that seems to be a Torres condition and Miguel is making a mess with his. I hear stumbling around upstairs, followed by a loud bang and a muffled voice which I am sure is a string of words Callie would never say around our children.

"Momma's funny." Sofia says, giggling at the muffled voice of her mother.

"Yes, she is baby." I say, sending her a wink. A couple minutes later, Callie finally descends the stairs and enters the kitchen. "You alright, Calliope?"

"Yeah, just stubbed my toe." She says, immediately heading to the coffee pot but stops as soon as she see's what I'm wearing. "Umm… Wow!" Her eyes go wide as her mouth hangs open.

"You like?" I ask, twirling so she can get the whole look. I'm wearing my best suit, the pants fitting my ass perfectly, the silk shirt hugging my svelte torso and the jacket only accenting the curves of my body. Not to mention it's a beautiful blue color, with a very thin pinstripe, working perfectly with my blue eyes and blonde hair, and of course the added confidence boost of having two firearms strapped to my body. …I do look pretty hot.

"Yeah." She growls, pulling me in close by my hips and taking my lips in a passionate kiss. "I really like. What gives?"

"What's that suppose to mean?" I play like I'm hurt.

"I bought you this suit like a year ago, but you never wear it." She says, her hands roaming over the soft, smooth fabric hugging my body. I can almost see the drool coming out of her mouth.

"I never wear it because I'll just end up ruining it. I've gone through three suits in just the last two months. But… today is a special day, and I wanted to look good for Sofia." I say, glancing over my wife's shoulder to see Sofia helping her little brother with a particularly evasive cheerio.

"I think you just want to show all the other parents up." Callie says, giving me a knowing look as her hands move from my hips to my ass, pulling me in harder against her.

"Ok… maybe that's part of it." I reply, laughing. "So what? I want to show all the other parents up a bit, everyone wants to do that. Competition is natural."

"What are you, 12?" Callie says, as she pours herself a cup of coffee.

"If I am… what you did to me last night was way wrong." I say, turning my back to my wife, not catching the hard glare she gives me. "Sofia, if you're done, go upstairs, brush your teeth… with toothpaste, and get dressed." The four year old slides off her chair and moves slowly up the stairs, having inherited my wifes lack of fine motor control in the mornings. Hence, Callie's stubbed toe. I make my wife some breakfast as she gets ready for her day, packing Mowgli's things up for his day at the hospital daycare. Within an hour and a half of my run, Callie is getting ready to head out the door.

"See you tonight Mowgli, be a good boy." I say, giving my son a kiss and handing him back over to my wife.

"You sure you and Sofia are ok? Do you need to go over it again?" Callie asks as she takes our son and his diaper bag. I just roll my eyes at her because I know she is secretly jealous that Sofia wants to show me off more than she wants to show her Momma off.

"Sofia, tell Momma that we're going to kick-ass today." I say from the kitchen, giving my wife a look.

Her mouth opens in shock, eyes wide. "Arizona! My daughter will not have a sailor's mouth." She says but it's too late.

Sofia, being too smart and quick for her own good, exclaims "Kick ass, Momma!" Callie just growls as she hears the first cuss word fall from her daughter's mouth.

"That's my girl." I say proud, tousling her hair and making her giggle.

"Great, I can just hear it now. 'Dr. Torres, your daughter cornered a boy on the playground, beat the crap out of him and demanded that he give her his chocolate milk or she would throw his ass in the brig.'" My wife rants as I walk her to the door. Turning to face me, she gives me a kiss on the lips and I give one last kiss to my son. "When that call comes in, she is your daughter, not mine."

"I'll take the blame and claim her every time." I say, proud that I've raised a daughter who can defend herself and not take shit from people she shouldn't have to. I've also instilled a great deal of respect and honor in her. She says yes ma'am or yes sir, and she knows when to speak and when to keep quiet. She's being raised right, and I have no qualms about saying 'She's mine.'

"Have a good day at work, rock star." I say, one more kiss goodbye and waving at them from the front door.

"Bye Momma! Bye Mowgli!" Sofia calls from her usual spot behind my legs.

"Bye baby, have a fun day at school with Mommy." Callie says, our son secured in his car seat in the Jeep. She still has her T-Bird, but I bought a more family friendly car once Sofia was born. It has now become my wife's second car, my primary being my undercover sedan. I see Sofia onto her school bus like always, then head off to work for a couple hours before the Career Day thing this afternoon. Usual business occurs through the day, hunting down criminals, kidnappers, mob bosses, and other people who really don't want to be found. It's a long, very tedious job, often taking up to a year or more to cue in on where someone is hiding, but we get closer everyday. Finally, just after noon, I tell the teams I oversee that I am heading out and drive to my daughter's school. As I approach the school, I take my primary weapon out of its holster and remove the magazine, slipping it into my pocket. The safest place for my weapons is always in my possession, but with this many tiny humans around, I don't want to chance it, so I take the ammo out of them, making them cold.

As I move through the halls of the school, the clicking of my heels against the linoleum floor makes other look up as I approach Sofia's classroom. …the competition. The teacher herds us all into the empty classroom, explaining that our kids are still in music class, so this allows us for a little interaction. At first, I can see the other parents hesitation to approach me. I've never been to one of these parent functions before, let alone in a smoking hot suit, my hair done up and shoes shined bright. …that's right. Be jealous.

"Hi, I'm Penny Garner, Jake's mother." A short, larger woman introduces herself after summoning up the courage.

"Hello, Arizona Robbins. Sofia's mother." I say, taking her hand and trying to appear like I actually know who Jake is.

"OH! You're the other one." She says, her eyes lighting up. …other one? By now, a few mothers and fathers all congregate around us, most eyeing the bulge under my jacket. I unfasten the button of my top and the jacket opens, revealing the weapon beneath.

"Other one?" I ask, not missing several of the parents eyes dart between my face and my government issued Glock strapped to my hip.

"Jake told me that Sofia has two mommies. A month or so ago I met Dr. Torres at that bake sale. But at the time I didn't know she was…" The woman lowers her voice, even though 5 other parents are within earshot. "…gay."

"Ah, well, yes. Calliope and I are partners. We have Sofia and Miguel, my seven month old son." I say proudly.

"Who's the father?" Some guy jumps in. He's wearing a power suit, power tie, power watch, and has a hair cut that he probably spends way too much for. My profiling side is screaming at me that this guy is an asshole.

Not believing that some stranger would just come out and ask something like that, I ask "Excuse me?"

"The father. Do you know who he is?" He steps forwards a little, making the other parents move aside and watch our conversation unfold.

Trying to mask my agitation, I pull on a fake smile and reply "I… I don't think I know you well enough to answer that."

"I'm just saying, what happens in ten, fifteen years when your kids want to know who their father is. When they want to find who is the other half of themselves. And the father… he gets the right to be in his daughters life just as much as her real mom."

"Steve!" Some woman exclaims, trying to make him stop.

"No, really. I'm not a homophobe or anything. Especially when its two women, I mean… that's fucking hot, don't get me wrong. But, I'm just being honest. What happens when your kids want to know who their other parent is?" He takes another step forward as he puffs out his chest, a sure sign of male dominance and aggression. …breathe Robbins, no need to make a scene by tearing this guy a new asshole. He's a big enough one as it is.

"An honest homophobe… how nice." I say, staring him down like I do with all the trash I deal with in my line of work. "Sofia has no 'father'. She has two loving parents that would do anything for her, just like your child. My wife gave birth to our daughter, whose DNA is half Torres, and half Robbins. She is MY blood just as much as your child is your blood. She has many people who love her, but she has only two parents. They just so happen to both be women. I am her REAL mom." I meet his stare dagger for dagger. …don't try my man; I've stared down much scarier men than you.

"Mommy!" Sofia interrupts the very tense moment by running up to me, her arms out wide. One last glare to the man and I turn to face my baby girl and lift her up in my arms, holding her tight against me to ease the scary thoughts that man just planted in my mind. …she's mine. She's my daughter just as much as Calliope's. She's mine.

"Hey soldier; did you have a good lesson?" I ask and she nods enthusiastically.

"I played the recorder." She says, her mother's mega-watt smile shining with the help of my dimples in her cheeks.

"You did? Have you been good today?" I ask, getting a big smile in return. The teacher gives the parents a couple minutes to talk with their kids and see what they are working on before the presentations begin. Sofia shows me her writing work, and the book she is reading. She is very advanced for her age, already reading second and third grade books, though she is in kindergarten, and is well past addition and subtraction. …She could easily skip a grade. I don't know why Calliope won't even think about having her tested. Sofia is brilliant. Finally, the teacher calls her students to their desk and the parents sit in the back where a line of chairs are set up.

Each parent takes about 5 to 10 minutes, all getting into specifics of their job. You can just see when the kindergarteners eyes glaze over, signaling that they are no longer interested. There is a lawyer, a cook, a home maker, a construction worker and even a waste disposal man. My knee bounces as I anticipate my turn, hoping that I can make an impact and make Sofia proud of her Mommy.

"Alright, thank you Mr. Monroe for that insightful look at waste disposal." The teacher announces, getting a small applause from the bored classroom. "Ok, next up is Sofia. Can you please come up and introduce who you brought?"

"Yes, ma'am." Sofia says, making me smile with pride as she stands and walks up front. "My Mommy is here. She's a superhero…" She says, using the term that her Uncle uses to describe mine and Teddy's job. "…she fights bad guys and save's people. Come on, Mommy." She gestures me to the front of the class.

"Hey kiddo's, my name is Arizona and I am one of Sofia's mommies'. I work for the FBI. …Does anyone know what the FBI is?" I ask, getting a couple hands.

"It's like the police." A boy in the front row calls out.

"Awesome! You're right. It's a lot like the police, only all over America. Which means there is a lot to do. What I do is I find people. It's like a… a really big, really hard game of hide and seek."

"Cool!" A couple of the kindergarteners call out.

"Yeah, cool! But instead of getting into all of the boring specifics, Sofia and I thought that we could teach you all something. Now, you parents listen up too, because this is important stuff. …How many of you have been taught about stranger danger?" At this, all the kids raise their hand. "Awesome! That is great. Your parents are doing a great job. But… did you know that only 2 percent of all abductions are by strangers." I get a lot of confused looks, so I try to break it down for them. "Let's say… you have 100 pieces of bubble gum. Each piece of bubble gum is a kid taken from their mommies and daddies. Only two of those pieces are because a stranger took them."

"Then who takes them?" One of the girls in the back asks. During every other presentation she was very focused on digging something out of her nose. Now, she's involved. …their paying attention. Awesome.

"Good question. They are taken by people they see everyday. By neighbors or friends of their parents… by the post man or delivery people. 98 times out of 100, a child is abducted by someone they know. And these people are smart, they play on their relationship with you, which makes it hard for you to know that these aren't good people. Which is why I am giving you all homework for tonight." I can see the eye rolls coming on full force. "Now… it's not hard. Listen up parents, because it concerns you as well. I want you all to go home tonight and come up with a secret word… a password… a magic word. Whatever you want to call it. But come up with one word that only you and your parents know. And this is what will let you know if it is safe to go with this person. If they know the password, then you know your mommy or daddy said it was ok for you to go with this person."

Sofia and I spend the next couple minutes putting on a skit we rehearsed. She played herself, a little girl who was outside, playing with a ball. And I played a couple different characters. A stranger, a delivery man who she had seen before, and a friend's parent… all of whom tried different angles to get Sofia in their car. But, my baby being a daughter of a trained Marine and FBI agent, and the stubbornness of her birth mother, knew better. Finally, I played the part of a friend who had the password, and Sofia eagerly jumped in my arms, signaling the end of out skit. The rest of the class loved it, watching someone just like them do these things showed them that they could do it too. …oh yeah, we were the favorite. No doubt.

"So, are there any questions?" I ask the class after getting the 'wrap it up' signal from the teacher. Several raise their hand.

"Do you have a gun?" A boy asks.

Smiling, I pull the side of my jacket back show him the holster. "Yes, I do. But it's only for really big emergencies."

"Can I hold it?" He asks.

"Sure." I say brightly. My hand finds the butt of my weapon, not missing the scared look on the faces of the teacher and parents.

As I tug on it, pretend like I'm trying to pull it free, I say "You know what, bud… It's kinda stuck…" I give another tug, and a grunt of exertion. Throwing my hands up and giving the stubborn object a growl, which gets a giggle from the kids, I look back up. "Anything else you might want to hold?" I ask.

"Your badge?" He asks, hopefully. Having done more than one of these safety demonstrations for schools around the area, I know the badge is always second. I pull it out and let the kids pass it around.

"The gun is cooler." Another boy says as I take back my badge.

"Really? …I don't think so." I say, getting a confused look from more than half the people in the room. "Sofia, tell them why this badge is more powerful than a gun, baby girl."

"Because bad guys have guns too. Only the good people… the superheroes, have badges. Right, Mommy?"

"Right, baby girl. That is exactly right." Giving my daughter a tousle through her softly brown hair, I move to the back, my time being over. After the presentations are finished, the teacher invites us to spend some more time with our kids, and that is all the invitation I need. Callie is the one that usually does this sort of school things, her work being much closer and schedule being more forgiving than mine. Plus… her boss likes her. Mine can't stand me. Sofia and I are busy working through her English assignment when my phone rings, pulling me back into the real world.

"Robbins." I answer as I stand and excuse myself from the room.

"Hey, it's Altman. How's it going at school? Are you playing well with others?"

"It's great. Totally showed up all the other lame parents." I say proudly. Then a clearing of a throat from behind me makes me see one of the said parents also out in the hall. Laughing uncomfortably, I say "Not you, your explanation of bear versus bull stocks was… very exciting." The stock manager just gives me a glare. "So, what's up? I was just helping Sofia with her writing so… if this is just a social call, the next sound you hear will be me hanging up on you."

"O'Neal."

"O'Neal? What about him? Don't tell me he's dead already. He's been in jail less than 24 hours."

"No, not that. He wants to see you."

"I'm sure. Guys get crushes on the women who kick their ass." I say, catching the eye of the stock broker just down the hallway.

"He says he's got some information you really want to hear."

"He just wants some attention. Why don't you talk to him?"

"Because he will only talk to you."

"Look… Frankie O'Neal is none of my concern anymore. If he has something he wants to say, any information that might get him a deal, he needs to talk to his lawyers, and then the district attorney. I'm not making him feel special by showing up to county lock up." I say in my 'this is the way its going to be' tone of voice. "We clear?"

"You're the boss." Teddy sighs, not liking my answer.

"Don't forget it. Now, I'll talk to you later Teds. Right now, my daughter is waiting for me." With that, I hang up, take a deep breath to clear all the thoughts running through my head and step back into the classroom. I don't want to think about murders and theifs and jail and death when I'm spending precious time with my baby girl.

AN2: Wonder what her big catch wanted to talk about…