AN: Still Callie's POV. Arizona's POV is up next chapter. Some hope for our girls in this chapter.

Times like this make me really grateful for a high performance sports car. I dashed our way home, and I'm in front of my house in minutes. I quickly got out of the car and jogged my way to the front door unlocking it and opening it as wide as it can. I run back to my car, open the passenger seat, unbuckle Arizona, and take her in my arms again. I kick the door of my car closed, and I carefully carry Arizona into my house. I kick the door closed and I very very carefuly and with all my might carry Arizona up the stairs. Our dripping clothes made it more even difficult and dangerous. I wouldn't let anything happen to her again though.

I walk us into my room, lock the door behind me, and I set her at the edge of the bed. It was only then that I realize that her eyes are fully open now, and they're staring right back at me. I can't completely read her face, but her eyes show shock and wonder, like she's so shocked to see me in front of her.

"Hey, we have to get you out of these wet clothes ok?" I tell her softly.

She keeps looking at me, never breaking her gaze as she nods softly. I slide my jacket down her shoulders and throw it aside. I move to her feet, and take off her shoes. Now I'm at a loss at what to do. I know I just saw her naked earlier tonight but then I stormed off. I have no choice though, I have to take care of her. I move my hands to the bottom of her shirt, and I look at her eyes asking for permission. She nods weakly, so I lift her wet shirt off her body.

I let out a gasp when her body is revealed to me. Against her pale white skin are angry red and bluish marks around her neck. These are bite marks and hickeys….all from me. What have I done?

I ghost the angry looking bite marks with my fingers while I whisper to her softly "I'm sorry". She seems unfazed by them though. Not even wondering what I'm seeing on her neck. She just continues staring at me, like studying my face, every freckle, every pore. The intensity of the look she's giving me sends a shiver down my spine.

I move to her wet pants and pull it off her immaculate legs. She's now only in her underwear. I just leave them there, not wanting to make her feel too exposed. It seems like she's gotten some of her energy back so I ask "Can you stand up?". She nods once again, so I help her up from the bed, and walk her to the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, I let her lean on the counter first because I have to turn on the shower and set the perfect temperature for her shivering body. I wait for a couple more seconds to wait for the water temperature to settle, and when I turn back to her, I was shocked with the vision I was greeted with. She's standing right in front of me, and it seems that she took the liberty of taking her bra and panties off because she's now standing in all her naked glory in front of me. This makes me gulp. I just can't get used to seeing how beautiful she really is even in her fragile state. No dirty thoughts though, just pure awe and admiration. I have to focus on making her better now.

I take her hand and carefully assist her in going in the shower. I can feel she's too weak to remain standing, even more to wash herself. She might collapse if I leave her. So I strip off my clothes too and join her in the shower. She's seen me naked earlier, I just hope she doesn't feel too uncomfortable.

I am facing her now, while her back is on the shower. The heat from the water is slowly bringing back color to her skin. I guide both of her arms to my shoulders to keep her steady as I grab a bottle of shampoo. I pour some on my hand and start washing her hair. I massage her scalp and she closes her eyes from the sensation and she gives a hum of appreciation. I grab the shower head from it's latch above, and I carefully bring it closer to her head. I rinse all the suds off of her hair careful not to get some soap on her eyes. I put back the shower head on its latch and I grab a loofah and smother it with body wash. I carefully start with her neck ever so gently, careful not to agitate the bite marks there. I move lower to her chest, across her collar bone, and her shoulder. I take one arm that's around my neck and let the loofah glide from her arms, to her forearms, and to her hand. I do the same to her other arm. I then move the loofah to her flat stomach, drawing invisible patterns on the body part I used to love so much.

I move a little higher, gliding it gently on her breast. She took a sharp intake of breath, and I got scared for a minute, afraid that I may have made her uncomfortable. I look in her eyes though, the eyes that haven't taken its intense gaze away from me the moment we arrived. Every move I make, they follow me. I don't see embarrassment in them though, I do notice that they are a darker shade of blue. Afraid of making her flinch again, I just squeezed the suds out of the loofah over her breasts, and let them fall over her bosom, coating her now erect nipples. I inwardly groan at the sight, but I restrain myself because this is not the time to think about those things. I move lower to her hips, then I kneel in front of her to reach her legs. This just made restraining myself even harder because my face is at the level of her trimmed blonde curls. I ignore the glorious sight before me fighting the pull of her unique and intoxicating scent. I move the loofah over the smooth skin of her thighs, down to her knee, to her legs, and to her foot. She puts her hands on my shoulder as I raise her foot a little to wash and rub it. I move now to her other limb, doing the same.

After washing her feet, and giving them a little foot rub, I stand up facing her once again. Her eyes still staring intensely at me. We're standing so close now that our breaths are mixing together with the steam coming from the water. I hold her left shoulder, urging her to turn around. She slowly does with my help, and I start gently letting the loofah guide over the nape of her neck, down to each of her shoulder blades. I move the loofah to the dip of her spine, letting it glide over it's straight course downward. I can see and feel goosebumps following the loofah on its wake. I take over a greater expanse now, letting the loofah move over her lower back making indecipherable and invisible patterns. I move lower, reaching her firm buttocks. I move the loofah following the contour of her behind then I make circular patterns over each cheek. I set the loofah aside and I guide us closer to the spray of the shower, and I let the suds flow out of her skin which is a better shade now. I keep my hold on her shoulders as I let her rinse away the stress of all that happened tonight, if that's possible. I just stay there behind her, giving her support and keeping her steady.

I feel her move against my hold and she turns to face me. She holds my gaze for a moment then moves closer. She puts her arms around me, pulls me closer, and envelops me in a tight hug. I hesitate for a moment, but I just can't help it. So I put my arms around her waist and I pull her body closer against mine if that's even possible. I bury my face in the crook of her neck and I mumble, "I'm sorry". She whispers to my ear "I'm sorry too", then we just hold on tightly to each other under the hot spray of the shower afraid that one might disappear if we ever let go.

I can stay here forever. The feeling of her naked body against mine has got me addicted already. I never thought that I would even see her, but now, here she is in my arms. For a second I pushed all the reasons why she ended up here out of my mind, I just focus on this moment of having her so close. I don't know how long we stood there, but I'm starting to feel the water getting colder, so as much as I don't want to move, I let go of my hold on her and help her out of the bathroom. I make her lean against the counter again as I grab two towels from the cabinet. I gently dry her hair, her neck, her upper body, gliding gently over her breasts. I dab the towel on her stomach, around her back and her buttocks. I focus in front again, carefully and just gently grazing her center before kneeling in front of her again to dry her legs and feet. I stand up and wrap the towel tightly around her body. I grab the other towel, and I hastily wrapped it around myself before grabbing her hand and leading her to the bedroom. I make her sit on the edge of the bed once again, and still her eyes haven't removed their gaze on me.

I kneel in front of her, cup her cheek, and speak to her softly "I'm just going to get myself washed real quick, then I'll help you get dressed when I come back" I give her a small smile, and quickly make my way to the bathroom to finish my shower.

1AN: Sorry if this doesn't reveal anything about the reason why Arizona walked away. It will be gradually unveiled in the following chapters. Arizona's POV is up next.

AN2: So what do you think? Hope Callie redeemed herself even for a little. Sorry for my short chapters, but I promise to update everyday or every other day.