CHAPTER 4

(WARNING: IT'S GOING TO GET VIOLENT)

They grabbed her in the hospital parking lot late that night. She had just finished her 16 hour shift and all that was on her mind was getting home to bed as soon as possible. The events of the last week had stirred the busy but otherwise uneventful life at the hospital, and it had been all people talked about. Arizona was tired of hearing about it. And in some weird 'Hippocratic oath guilt trip' she was kind of sorry that she hadn't gotten to finish Sam Banner's treatment.

She shook her head at the thought. Detective Torres was right. He was probably an awful man, and in any other situation Arizona wouldn't have given a rat's ass what happened to him. She needed to let it go. And she needed to find a taxi and get home to bed.

What happened next didn't register in Arizona's brain before she was being dragged quickly into a large van. Two men grabbed her from behind, one of them holding a hand in front of her mouth, and as the door to the van closed shut with a loud metalic sound, Arizona was only partly surfacing from the initial surprise of being pulled out of her post work bubble so roughly.

She couldn't scream because the hand in front of her mouth had been replaced with a gag, and as she frantically looked around the back of the van where she was now laying, face down, the reality hit her like a freight train; She was being kidnapped.

At the same time on the other end of town Callie was about to get into her car, leaving a crime scene that had proven unrelated to the Sam Banner case.

"You wanna grab a drink?" her partner, Tim Jones, asked her.

"No...I...I think I'm gonna go back to the station for a bit"

"Torres, there's nothing you can do tonight. Tomorrow we'll all get back on it. We'll find him. And when we do, we'll also find the girl"

"Yeah…well, I can't let it rest" she simply said and shrugged her shoulders. She gave her partner a smile and then drove to the station where she focused on what to do with the surveillance images she had of an old van with half a unreadable company logo on it. The darkness of the night soon surrounded her.

It was dark where Arizona was too. Her hands were tied behind her back and she still had the gag in her mouth. It was so dark that she didn't know if she was in a small room or a large hall. She could hear no sounds.

She was trying to clear her head, but it was still throbbing from blows she had taken in the van earlier.

Suddenly a door opened and two men walked in. They grabbed her, took out the gag, and took her with them. They led her through a large abandoned factory and into what she assumed used to be the factory's office area.

When she saw who was waiting there, it dawned on her why she had been taken.

On the floor was Sam Banner. He looked pale, and Arizona knew why. The wounds hadn't had time to heal properly. The internal damage had been pretty severe, and Banner should have stayed at the hospital for at least another week or two.

He pulled the blanket aside so she could see the swollen and infected areas surrounding the bullet holes.

"Fix it!"

"I can't…I have no supplies…I don't…"

"Just. Fucking. Do. It" he threateningly hissed at her.

Arizona swallowed as the three other men untied her hands. She slowly kneeled next to the man, Callie's words 'He's done horrible things' ringing through her head.

She assessed the wounds.

"You need to go to the hospital" she tried.

"No need. I brought you here instead"

She took a deep breath.

"I need alcohol. Whiskey, Vodka. Anything" she then said "And some clean fabric. A towel. Or pieces of clothes or whatever you have. But it needs to be clean"

Two of the three men got out of the room and soon returned with the things she had requested. She cleaned Banner's wounds, and was then brought to a room with a bit of light in it. It was damp, and looked like something out of a 'Saw' movie. They tied her hands again.

Before the men left her she dared a plea.

"Please, please. Don't leave me here. Please. I won't tell anyone. Please"

But they simply shut the door.

Callie slept at the station, and when Tim came in the next morning, she was once again bent over her table, trying to connect the dots. It gave her a headache.

"I knew you'd sleep here" he simply said and placed a cup of coffee on her table. She reached for the cup, and moaned as she took a sip.

"Thank you, Tim. I needed that. And I need to catch this asshole soon or I'm afraid I'll never have a real meal or a social life again"

They spent the morning going over new leads. At noon an officer walked into her office. She and Tim were too busy to look up though.

"Doctor Robbins hasn't shown up for work"

His words made Callie looked up at the officer. For a second she was unable to place the information in her head.

"The doctor. Arizona Robbins. Nobody's seen her since she left work last night. And nobody's heard from her either"

Before Callie had a chance to say anything, another officer stepped into the office and said "They found the teenager in the harbor"

"Shit!"