SURPRISE! So, first of all I am sooooooooo sorry (you can tell how sorry I am because of all the 'o's in so- Ellen joke lol) for the lack of updates. You guys have been amazing and I continue to get new reviews. I am here to promise that I WILL finish this. It will come to 10 chapters in total. My muse just headed over to Rizzles world for a little while, but it has kindly decided it can do both. After the heartbreak that is the new season of Grey's I knew I had to update.

DISCLAIMER: Don't own anyone in this chapter except Santiago

WARNING: Violence below (but also a little romantic fluff)

Please Review! Enjoy! :)


The early morning sun's rays washed over Seattle, finding it's citizens in different parts of their days. Detective Arizona Robbins was just beginning her morning run, her gait confident, but her mind swirling with thoughts about her current case and the gorgeous Latina wrapped up in it.

Detective Miranda Bailey was watching the news in her basement lifting weights with Ben as her spotter. Her mind was also filled to the brim with thoughts of her current case and a certain Latina woman who had saved her life just last night.

Mark and Derek were boxing in the gym down near the docks. With each jab they tried to block out the fears both of them always harbored while waiting for Santiago to leave for work. Only then would they be able see their lovers and friends.

In the Santiago household, Santiago himself was curled around some nameless blonde, both of them naked and sleeping. Callie was sleeping in her own room down the hall with her best friend beside her keeping watch. Meredith and Cristina were asleep in Meredith's room both snoring softly. Lexi was in the closet, a flashlight illuminating the glossy pages of the only wedding magazine she had managed to keep hidden from her step brother.

10 lives completely intertwined, perhaps even more so than they all realized.


Arizona arrived at the precinct and found Bailey already working busily behind her desk.

"Morning, Miranda!" The blonde chirped in her usual peppy tone. Usually Bailey would mumble a hello and keep on working, but this morning she met Arizona's eyes. The blonde swore she saw something like guilt flash in the brunette woman's eyes, but she couldn't be sure.

"Morning," Bailey finally replied, her voice tight. Arizona shot her an odd look, but decided not to push it. At least not yet. The ringing of Arizona's cell phone drew her attention away from her partner. A wide smile spread across her face when she saw who it was from.

"Good morning, Calliope."


Callie woke with a start, her nightmare fading as she became more aware of reality. She rolled to her side tiredly, ignoring the pain in her ribs and saw Addison was nowhere to be seen. A note was left on the nightstand and Callie picked it up. It informed Callie that Addison had gotten a page and would be home late, but to call her if she needed anything.

The brunette stretched her aching muscles and then sat up. She hopped in the shower, letting the warm spray wash away the events of last night. Santiago hadn't been gentle, but he could have been much worse. As Callie finished she studied herself in the mirror. By some miracle, Santiago hadn't even touched her face after the initial strike in the ally. And even that bruise was barely noticeable. Thoughts of the Arizona suddenly slipped into her mind making Callie smile. She realized she would really enjoy seeing the beautiful blonde today. She picked up her phone and dialed the other woman's number, smiling at Arizona's greeting.

"Good morning, Calliope."

"Good morning, Arizona. How are you this beautiful morning?"

"I'm wonderful and how are you Calliope?"

"On my own for the day actually. I'm letting Cristina run the bar tonight and Addison is in surgery all day," Callie replied, her tone mockingly sorrowful.

"Well, we can't have that, now can we?" Arizona asked, her grin apparent in her voice.

"Should I take that to mean you've found yourself in a similar predicament?"

"I was gonna get caught up on laundry today-"

Callie's giggle cut her off, "Not exactly what I had in mind for today, but laundry is-"

"What did you have in mind?" Arizona asked, genuinely curious.

"Picnic in the park, some shopping, then maybe dinner by the pier, but since you've got other plans-"

"I'll meet you at your house in 20 minutes."

"Meet me at the park entrance in 30," Callie countered. She had no idea if Santiago was home or not, but better safe than sorry.

"It's a date," Arizona replied happily. Callie smiled.

"I'll see you then."


"Come on, it'll be fun," Cristina promised, pulling a reluctant Meredith towards Callie's bar.

"How will inventory be fun?"

"I can make anything fun, you should know that by now," Cristina replied, her wide grin making Meredith slightly nervous.


Santiago was woken by the front door slamming shut. He growled and moved to the window. He saw Addison's car was already gone as well as Meredith's and Callie's was pulling out of the driveway. He turned back towards his bed and saw his latest conquest had already gone home. He had the place to himself. Perfect.

He slipped into a pair of sweatpants and headed down the hall to his wife's bedroom. He saw the bed was made and a note was on the nightstand. He read it and placed it back. He searched through her drawers and bathroom, finding nothing that would suggest she nor Addison were doing anything to disobey him. Satisfied he moved onto Addison's room just in case. Finding nothing in there he moved to Meredith's room and then Cristina's room. He found nothing in either of their rooms. Finally, he came to Lexi's room. He considered skipping it after finding nothing amiss in any of the other rooms, but the incident with the wedding magazines earlier in the week pushed him on. He searched through every drawer and found nothing. He opened the closet and found nothing in there as well.

He smiled widely, pleased that it seemed he still had control over the women in his house. He started to leave the room, but a slightly askew picture frame on the wall above the bed caught his eye. He lifted it curiously and felt it's weight. It was heavier than it should have been. He opened up the back and a magazine fell to the bed. His face turned red when he saw the contents on it's glossy pages.


Callie giggled as Arizona animatedly told a story about one of her adventures in college with Teddy. The blonde's eyes were bright and playful as she told of how Teddy had turned 20 shades of red when the entire football team caught them throwing eggs at Teddy's ex boyfriends car.

"So, what about you, Calliope? Did you go to college?" Arizona asked, popping another grape into her mouth. Callie's face darkened.

"I was in med school."

"Do you mind if I ask you why you left?"

"Family stuff," Callie replied cryptically.

"I'm sorry," Arizona said sincerely. She really was sorry that Callie had ever met Santiago and had had to give up her entire life because of one moment. Arizona often wondered what Callie had been like before she met Santiago. She pictured a younger woman with a carefree smile and trusting eyes. Arizona also often wondered what would have happened if they had met under different circumstances. Probably more than she should.

"Don't be," Callie replied, shaking Arizona from her thoughts. "I love my club and I love the people that I've met because of it," Callie smiled and shifted closer to the blonde, pretending to reach for another strawberry. Arizona caught her in a kiss before she pulled away and Callie melted into her. Callie's strong hands became entangled in Arizona's blonde locks and Arizona cupped Callie's face between her hands. The kiss was passionate and loving. It had Arizona's heart thumping in her chest so hard she was sure Callie could hear it. No one had ever kissed Arizona like this before and she wasn't sure she ever wanted anyone else to in the future. When they broke apart they were both breathing heavily. Arizona smiled softly, guilt filling her.

"I really like kissing you," Arizona whispered. Callie smiled, her brown eyes warm and caring.

"I really like kissing you too," Callie replied. "I forgot kissing could be like this."

"Like what?" Arizona asked, tilting her head to one side.

"Magical."

"I am pretty magical," Arizona replied, chuckling.

"You have a super magic smile," Callie said seriously.

"Why is it magic?"

"Because it makes me feel safe and content and nervous at the same time."

"Why nervous?"

"Because I'm constantly thinking up ways to make you smile again," Callie admitted, pecking Arizona's lips. Arizona smiled as tears filled her eyes.

"You don't have to try very hard to make me smile, Calliope. Just the thought of you is enough," Arizona told her truthfully. Callie smiled and pressed her lips to Arizona's.


Meredith and Cristina stumbled into the Rodriquez mansion giggling loudly.

"I told you I could make inventory fun," Cristina said proudly. Meredith giggled again, but stopped when she saw Santiago leaning against the archway between the entryway and living room.

"Why aren't you at work?" Meredith asked confused.

"Where is Lexi?" Santiago asked, his voice low and dangerous.

"We've been at the club all day. We're just here to change and then we've got to-" Cristina was cut off when Santiago grabbed her wrist and twisted it painfully. A resounding crack filled the room, followed by Cristina's screams. Meredith's mouth dropped open in shock as Santiago shoved Cristina away from him.

"Where is she!" Santiago roared, rounding on Meredith. Meredith shook her head, fear catching her words in her throat. Santiago growled and grabbed Meredith's upper arm tightly.

"Leave her alone!" Cristina spat from her spot on the floor. She cradled her mangled wrist to her chest protectively. Santiago ignored her and dragged Meredith down the hall. He opened a closet door and threw her in. He went after Cristina next, thankfully grabbing her uninjured arm and threw her in with Meredith. The door slammed shut and a lock clicked. "I always wondered why this locked from the outside," Cristina mumbled.

"Cristina," Meredith whispered, her voice shaking in fear.

"It's ok Mer, everything is going to be ok," Cristina promised, looking for her phone. She sighed when she realized both of their phones were in their purses. Which were in the entryway. "It'll be ok," Cristina mumbled again. Meredith nodded, but both women knew it wasn't ok and it wasn't going to be ok, possibly not ever again.


Addison sighed tiredly as she entered the mansion. Today had been one emergency after another and all she wanted to do was crawl into bed. Technically she was here alone and that was breaking Callie's rules, but Addison had been too tired to wait for Derek or Mark to finish their shifts. When she entered the house, she saw Santiago sitting in the living room, facing the door. Addison ignored him and started for the stairs. The strong grip on her shoulder startled her.

"Where is Lexi?" Santiago asked calmly. Addison felt herself begin to shake, but forced herself to focus. Lexi was at the hospital and would be for several more hours, but why did Santiago want to know? She turned in his grasp to study his face. His voice may have been calm, but his face was red with rage.

"I don't know."

"Stupid lying bitch!" Santiago spat, striking her across the face with so much force she fell to the floor. "I could let Anderson have you, you know," He told her, enjoying the flash of fear he saw in her eyes.

"I don't know where she is. I've been at the hospital all day and she has the day off," Addison lied as she wiped the blood from her split lip. Santiago brought his foot back and landed a firm kick to Addison's stomach. The air rushed out of her lungs and she moaned. A strong hand pulled her up and shoved her towards the closet door. He unlocked it and threw her inside.

"Are you alright?" Meredith asked, startling Addison. It was pitch black and the neonatal surgeon's eyes hadn't adjusted yet.

"Fine," Addison replied, checking herself for broken ribs. Thankfully, she didn't find any. "Are you?"

"Yea, I'm fine, but he broke Cristina's wrist."

"It's not that bad," Cristina argued.

"What does he want with Lexi?" Addison asked.

"Nothing good," Cristina replied. "Do you have your cell on you?"

"No, it's in my purse. I dropped it when I fell."

"Same here," Cristina grumbled.

"We have to do something!" Meredith cried. "He could kill her when he's this angry!"

"We'll figure out something," Cristina promised, scooting closer to the shaking blonde.

"He'll kill her," Meredith cried again. Addison and Cristina's eyes met, neither having the heart to lie again.


"So, do you like the restaurant?" Callie asked, once she and Arizona had ordered. Arizona smiled and looked around. It wasn't what she'd been expecting when Callie had suggested dinner, but it was absolutely perfect. It was an Italian restaurant that was one of those special places that you had to be local to know about. The food smelled great and the soft lighting and faint Italian music floating in the background was very romantic. Arizona had been expecting a more young, hip like atmosphere. She could tell Callie enjoyed that type of place, hell she owned that type of place. So when she had brought Arizona here and told her it was her favorite place to eat, the blonde was struck with the thought that there was still so much she didn't know about Callie. She couldn't wait to learn more.

"I love it, Calliope," Arizona replied honestly. "I love being here with you," Arizona added, reaching across the table to take Callie's hands in her own.

"I've never taken anyone else here before," Callie admitted quietly.

"Not even Addison?" Arizona asked, surprised.

"This place is not Addie's style," Callie chuckled looking around at the paper table cloths and families with boisterous children spread around the restaurant. "I like to come here by myself and people watch. I like to imagine myself here with a beautiful wife and maybe a couple of kids someday."

"You want kids?" Arizona asked surprised. Callie nodded.

"I probably won't ever have any, but yea. I'd love to be a mother," The sweet smile on Callie's face drew one from Arizona. She had never really wanted children. It wasn't that she didn't like them, quite the opposite actually. She had just decided that when she became a cop it meant giving up the idea of having children. She had seen what it did to the children of cops killed in the line of duty and she couldn't bear causing a sweet innocent child, her child, that kind of pain. As a Detective she was rarely ever home and when she was her head was still at work. Except when she was with Callie. Which was odd, because this had started out as work. Now, it would be foolish for Arizona to lie to herself. This was about connection, possibly love, and a happiness Arizona hadn't experienced since before her brother died.

"What about you?" Callie asked, once again pulling Arizona from her thoughts. She quickly slipped back into them, a little girl with Callie's olive skin and dark hair filled her mind. The small child, no older than two, smiled. It was a super magic smile.

"I love kids, but motherhood just never seemed to be in my future," Arizona finally admitted.

"What about now?" Callie asked, her voice low and her thumb drawing intimate circles on the back of Arizona's hand. Arizona remembered the image of the little girl with Callie's looks and her smile.

"With the right person anything is possible."


Callie walked back to her car after dropping Arizona off at home with a huge smile on her face. She really enjoyed kissing that woman. Her phone rang and she glanced down at it. She groaned when she saw who it was.

"What?"

"Where is Lexi?!"

"How the hell am I supposed to know?"

"Where have you been all day?"

"I took a walk in the park, went shopping, and went to dinner. Cristina is watching the bar and Addie is stuck in surgery. Anything else you need to know?"

"Don't take that tone with me, Callie! You will find Lexi and bring her here!"

"What the hell is the matter with you?"

"Do it or I'll break Meredith and Addison's wrists so they match Cristina!"

The connection was broken and Callie was left looking at her phone dumbstruck. She recovered quickly and punched a new number into her phone.

"Hey, Cal."

"Mark, get Lexi and get out of town. Send Derek over to Santiago's he's gone ballistic!"

"Whoa, slow down. What are you talking about?"

"Santiago just called me and he's out for Lexi's blood. I don't know what she's done or what he thinks she's done, but I've never heard him this angry. He broke Cristina's wrist."

"What?!"

"He threatened to do the same to Addie and Mer if I didn't find Lexi. He's not gonna stop or calm down this time. I can't fix this."

Mark was silent for several minutes. Just when Callie began to wonder if their connection had been lost he spoke. "Thank you. I'll get Lexi somewhere safe and come back-"

"No. He'll know you helped her and he'll kill you. You can't come back, Mark. Not until he's dead or in prison," Callie argued, tears beginning to clog her throat.

"I can't just leave all of you to get beat up or killed!"

"You have to. With Lexi gone, he'll calm down. We'll figure this out."

"I love you, Cal."

"I love you, too," Callie replied, choking back tears. Callie hung up then and climbed into her car. As she drove closer and closer to home she became more and more terrified. She had no idea how she was going to get Santiago to calm down. Letting him smack her around a little bit was not going to fix it this time. Callie pulled into the driveway and saw Derek waiting by his car.

"Ready?" He asked nervously. Callie nodded and led him inside the house.

Santiago was waiting for them in the foyer, anger on his face and murder in his eyes.