Arizona snuck down the short hall and peaked around the corner to see an elderly man pointing his gun at one of the new interns.

'Are you a surgeon?' The shooter asked the shaky girl.

'Y-yes,' the innocent girl replied, fighting the tears. Without any thought, the man pulled the trigger and buried the bullet into the girls head. Arizona gasped and moved out of sight.

'Who's there?' The man called, 'I can hear you!'

Arizona picked up her pace and ran for the staircase where she left Callie. Pushing the door open, she saw her girlfriend sitting in the corner, her cheeks tear stained.

'Arizona, don't ever leave me like that again!' Callie pleaded as Arizona grabbed her.

'Run up the next 5 levels. We have to get to the children,' Arizona exhaled as Callie started to climb the stairs. Arizona followed her, whilst looking back for any sight of the shooter.

'Faster!' Arizona breathed when she could start recognising a shadow. Callie reached the right door and pushed it open. Arizona closed it and grabbed one of the waiting room chairs, jamming it against the door.

'Everybody get in the elevators and go to the ground floor!' Arizona ordered as nurses and parents ushered the children into the elevators.

'What are we supposed to do?' Callie questioned, frightened.

'We wait.'

'It's been 4 months today, since you were shot. The counsellor that works here has finally approved me to go back to surgery, but I'm not sure if I want to. I'm not sure if I even want to work here anymore. You know, I'm not even sure if I want to be here… I need you Arizona, come back to me,' Callie cried out desperately.

'Michael Geralds,' a deep voice spoke from the door.

'Not now Mark,' Callie sobbed, trying to catch her tears. Mark walked into the room and closed the door behind him, the lamps in the corners of the room showing the only lighting.

'Pediatrician at Seattle Grace Mercy West, born in Chicago-'

'Mark please, just stop,' Callie begged. Mark didn't have to look far into her eyes to notice the bloodshot colour engulfing them.

'You need to go home, Callie.'

'No, I don't,' she battled.

'You haven't gone home in 4 months.'

'This is my home now, Mark. I can't leave Arizona, I won't.'

'That's a horrible excuse. Come on, I'm taking you home,' Mark declared, his hand reaching out towards Callie. She stared at him before realising that staying here wasn't going to do any good. Arizona wouldn't wake up, heck maybe she'll never wake up, she thought to herself. Callie reached out and grabbed Mark's hand, pulling herself up off of the seat.

'Michael Geralds,' Callie smiled tiredly.

'Are you sure about this? I mean, we could always go to your apartment. It's just behind us.'

'You can do this, Callie. Just pretend it's one of those days where Arizona is on nightshift and you're on day. Just pretend,' Mark begged. Callie exhaled and inserted her keys, pushing the door open. Everything was how they left it the morning of the shooting. There were unopened presents and birthday cards sitting on the coffee table from Callie's birthday, which was the day before the shooting.

'Are you going to be okay?' Mark asked.

'Yeah, no you should go to your place. Get some sleep.'

'How about you being the one who tries to get some sleep tonight,' Mark smiled, 'I'm right across the hall if you need me.'

Mark closed the door behind him and left Callie standing in the middle of the room. She took in a deep breath and set her handbag down on the kitchen bench. She noticed a silver box waiting to be opened. Callie picked up the box and looked at the tag:

To my dear Calliope,

Happy birthday sweetheart! It's a late gift, but only because I wanted to surprise you. You would have found out today that I am working late, but I will make up for it. Wait till you see what I have in store for you!

We've been together for almost 3 years now, and I have never been happier in my life. I feel like nothing or no one can tear us apart. That's why this gift is so special.

I love you Calliope Iphegenia Torres.

PS. Meet me at Joe's at 8 tonight.

Drops of water fell onto the piece of paper, smudging the ink. Callie touched her cheek and realised they were coming from her. Carefully, she opened the silver box revealing the sparkles of a diamond ring. The inside of the box exposed Marry Me in italics as the ring sat beneath the short, but powerful request. Callie put the box down and used the bench as support as she sobbed aloud. She got down on her knees and leaned her head against the cupboard door.

'Mmm, what are you cooking?' Lexie smirked as she closed the front door.

'Spaghetti bolognaise, want some?' Mark returned a smile.

'Absolutely,' Lexie kissed his cheek before throwing her belongings on one of Mark's sofas. Mark sighed, unsure whether to ask Lexie the question he has been longing to ask since Callie rejected his request.

'Do you like babies?'

'Of course, who doesn't love babies?' Lexie replied.

'Would you ever consider having babies?'

'Down the road, absolutely. I know you want kids Mark, but I want to wait until I am out of my residency,' Lexie sighed.

'No, I understand it's just… I offered Callie my sperm,' Mark said, nervously.

'You did what?' Lexie questioned, shocked.

'She's declined anyway, you don't have to worry about it,' Mark tried to soothe her.

'You were going to donate your sperm to her, and not tell me? I thought our relationship was better than this Mark!'

'Lexie, I swear I was going to ask your permission before I actually did it-'

'Are you that desperate Mark?' Lexie interrupted.

Inhaling, Mark responded, 'yes.'

'Then talk to me. If you really want a kid that bad, I will give you one. I don't want you to have to be going around as a sperm donor in order to have a child.'

'Really? You'd have a baby with me?' Mark asked, tears of joy in the rims of his eyes.

'Yes Mark,' Lexie smiled. Mark put the cooking instruments down and jogged over to Lexie, crushing his lips against hers.

'I love you,' he whispered.

'I love you t-'

The couple were suddenly disturbed by a faint scream. They both stared at the door until Mark turned back to Lexie.

'Turn the stove off,' he ordered as he leaped for the door, flying it open. He looked ahead and noticed that Callie's door was opened.

'Torres?' Mark called as a female voice responded.

'Master bathroom Mark!'

He raced into the master bedroom and around the bed, reaching the bathroom. His heart broke when he saw what was happening before him.

'Call 911!' Teddy begged.

Callie was sitting against the bathtub in a pool of blood. Mark stared at the blood stained tiles and felt like his feet were buried into the ground. Lexie pushed past him and got on her knees, allowing Callie's blood to splash over her jeans.

'Call an ambulance Mark!' Lexie roared as she tried to bring Callie to.

'Callie? Callie, open your eyes,' Lexie pleaded. Mark's cloudy vision tore away from Callie and he reached for the phone that was resting on the bedside table.

'Come on Callie. You're going to be okay,' Lexie promised, helping Teddy apply pressure on the cuts as Mark called for an ambulance.