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: Lets see if Hahn is a bad guy or was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Enjoy!

Chapter 10 - The Admissions

The door closes.

Then the sound of the safety chain being undone leads to the blonde doctor opening the door fully. She steps back and gestures for us to enter her home. I move in first, my hand grasping at the weapon on my hip out of habit. Avery steps in behind me. We both look around the room inconspicuously, never knowing where we will find something that will give us a hint or clue, tip us off on who we are about to interrogate.

"Agent Robbins." Dr. Hahn greets me stiffly and motions for me to take a seat on the expensive looking couch in her living room. I take it and she takes a seat in the armchair across from me. Avery remains standing, positioning himself between the doctor and the rest of the house, cutting off any exit plan Hahn may have.

"Sorry to bother you Dr. Hahn, I know you had a long day at the hospital. We'll try to keep this short." I look her directly in the eyes, going into interview mode. My brain ready to detect the smallest of movements in her facial muscles that can give me more answers than her spoken words.

"Of course." She nods, urging me to continue.

"Where were you yesterday morning, around 730 am?" I dive right in.

"I…" her eyes dart to the right …she's fabricating. The eyes subconsciously look left when we are recalling information or an event. They look right when we are trying to make something up or fabricate a lie. "…was home. Sleeping. It was one of my few days off." Her eyes back on mine, something people do to try and press their point. Try to show confidence in their answer. …It doesn't work.

"Can anyone confirm your alibi?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

"I live alone." She says sharply.

"And no overnight guests?" I shoot back. She bolts up from her chair.

"I don't appreciate this line of questioning. So if you have a specific question to ask me, then ask it. Otherwise, please leave." She snarls.

"Why were you tailing Dr. Torres yesterday morning?" I ask point blank.

"I… I was not…" She says as she breaks eye contact with me again.

"Dr. Hahn…this would be so much easier if you would tell me the truth. Otherwise I'd have to cuff you and take you in for formal questioning. …And you know how fast gossip travels around that hospital you work at." I say as I move to stand right in front of her. I can see her brain working on another lie to cover her, but then her face falls as she thinks of the outcome that would lead to.

"Fine…I just wanted to talk to her." She says as her facial features tell me these are the first honest words she has spoken since we started. I nod, telling her to continue. "She's avoiding me at work, she won't accept my calls, and I can't get her to even look at me."

"So you thought stalking someone who is under the protection of a federal officer was the best way to persuade her to talk with you?" I ask as I hear Avery muffle a chuckle under his breath.

"I know, I know. It was stupid." She says, hiding her eyes from me with her hand, a sign of embarrassment.

"And then you ran." I add with a tone.

Her head snaps up, eyes narrowing at me. "You had your gun pointed at me, of course I ran."

"You see Dr. Hahn…most people equate running with guilt. So…you see where my concern comes from?" She nods. "So what happened that has made Dr. Torres reluctant to be in your presence?"

"That is none of your god damned business." She spits, moving to the front door. …so I hit a button.

"Dr. Torres IS my business." I say firmly.

"I answered you questions. Now get out." She opens the door and gestures for us to leave. She and I exchange a hard glare, and I can tell she's not going to budge on the last question. I break eye contact and nod to Avery that its time for us to go.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Dr. Hahn." I say politely as I cross the threshold of her home. The door slams closed as soon as I am clear. Avery and I walk back to the waiting car, our eyes watching the windows of the house for any activity by the doctor.

"You believe her?" He asks as he slips in the passenger's side.

"I believe that she's no threat to us...at least not yet. …I'll have Yang keep tabs on her phone and internet activity to be safe." I answer. "But I need to have a chat with Dr. Torres. Find out what the hell happened between those two and if this is the beginning or the end of something. …And remind me to kill Karev for losing her tail. Just because this is supposed to be an easy job doesn't mean we can get sloppy." Avery nods in agreement as I drive us back to the hotel for us to get some much needed sleep.

The next morning came too quickly. After my usual four mile run, I take my shower and get dressed. The usual dark suit and light colored suit, I holster my two sidearms and pull my shades over my eyes. Grabbing my small gym bag that holds my gym clothes and running shoes, I make sure the 'do not disturb' tag is still on the door, and exit the hotel. Avery is already at the car waiting. He sees me approach and hands me a piping hot cup of coffee. I graciously accept it as I toss him the keys to our issued 300.

"Ready for another day?" He asks sarcastically. He has even more fun than I do, having to keep eyes on the monitors almost constantly. I may hate the fact that I am constantly on my feet for twelve hours, shadowing a person who would rather I crawl up the closest drain pipe and fuck off but…at least I'm not in the sardine can of the van.

"You know it." I reply. During the short drive to the Torres residence, my phone rings.

"Agent Robbins." I answer professionally.

"Robbins, how are things?" Director Webbers voice booms.

"Things are good, Sir." I say simply. Webber not one for unnecessary words.

"Problems?"

"No, Sir." I keep the Hahn fiasco under wraps; he doesn't need to know about a catfight between two women. Not major enough for him to worry about, I can handle it.

"Great. I just called to let you know that opening statements take place today." He reminds me that today the first day of the trial that has landed Callie under my protection. Avery pulls up outside of Callie's house and heads off to the van to relieve Reed.

"Anything we need to be worried about?" I ask, wanting to know if there have been any threats against Callie yet. I stand out on the front porch, wanting to finish this conversation away from prying ears of the doctor.

"Nothing we are taking seriously. No one seems to care about that Torres girl, lucky for you. Hunt and Shepherd aren't so lucky. But in any case, stay frosty."

"Of course, Sir." I say, glancing at Karev who has joined me on the porch.

"Keep up the good work." And the line goes dead.

"Yes, Sir." I breathe out as I put my phone away in my pocket.

"News?" Karev asks.

"Opening statements are today. The other teams have had threats made against their marks, but Dr. Torres is clear so far. We just need to stay alert." I say as I scan up and down the still sleepy street.

"That Robbins gut talking to you, boss?" He sees the tension in my face. One more than one occasion, my gut…my instincts…have saved not only our asses but many others.

"Yeah… it is. This isn't going to be an easy operation. But we'll just play it as it comes." Turning to face my second in command, I ask "Anything interesting?" He gives me a shake of the head then walks down the stairs and slips into the car Reed is already waiting in. I give them a nod and watch them drive off. Turning, I enter the home and find Callie on her couch, reading the morning newspaper. …I thought she worked today.

"Uhh...Dr. Torres?" I start, her eyes moving from the black and white print and locking on my eyes "Do you not work today?"

"No, I switched shifts with a friend." She says, looking back to her paper. "I agreed yesterday."

"Right. In the future, if you could tell me about such things, I'd appreciate it." I say, moving deeper into the house, going to my usual seat.

"Does it matter what I do? …you're always there anyways. Didn't realize that you made plans around my schedule." She snaps. …damn. ..fine, gonna be bitchy, might as well get this over with.

"What happened between you and Dr. Hahn?" I jump right in as I take a seat on the couch opposite of Callie.

"That's none of your business." She spits out, not looking up from her paper.

"It becomes my business when she starts tailing you when you go out for a Sunday morning run. It becomes my business when she's at the receiving end of my gun." I say, watching for a reaction on her face. …guilt. Why would she be guilty it was Hahn. …No, that's not it, she's guilty because... "You knew it was Hahn that day, didn't you?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

"Not right away, no. But…yes. I knew." She says, dropping my eye contact. I take a deep, calming breath. …easy Robbins. Flying off the handle will not help this situation. I get up off the couch and start to pace back and forth in front of her. Her eyes watching me move.

Turning to look straight at her, I say very slowly "Dr. Torres… that is the kind of things you NEED to tell me. Tell my team. If we are going to protect you we need to know what you know."

She forgets the paper and locks eyes on mine "So you're saying I don't get any privacy anymore."

"I'm saying…when it becomes a problem, I need to know about it. Would you rather have privacy, or have a pulse?" I stare directly into her brown depths. She's challenging me, and this is one I'm not losing. I need to know.

"She kissed me!" Callie burst out so suddenly that I almost jump.

Taking a minute to process those three simple words, clearly thinking I missed something, I reply "Okay…"

She crosses her arms and narrows her eyes. "Okay?" In a tone asking 'that's it? that's all you got to say?'"

"I don't…I don't understand the problem." I'm racking my brain, but I'm just not getting the big deal.

"I'm not gay." She huffs out, taking her face in her hands. Her fingers start massaging at her temples, like she is trying to rub out a headache. "At lunch one day with Mark, Erica and I were joking about how Mark couldn't handle being with two women at once. …you know, THAT way." She looks back up at me "Then in the elevator she…she kissed me… and then…" She throws up her hands like 'the rest is history'.

"So all this happened because one of your closest friends kissed you in an elevator as a way to get to another one of your friends." I ask, wanting to know I'm following this whole thing. She nods. "And…Dr. Hahn wants to talk about it but you don't…" She nods again. "Because…you didn't like it…"

"No. …Yes." She growls in frustration then locks her eyes on mine, and starts over. "That's not it… I…" She takes a deep breath. "I didn't NOT like it. …I'm just so confused." She looks at me for guidance, but I stay silent. …so she liked kissing Hahn. Doesn't mean she's gay. Doesn't mean you have a chance. …She's a newborn. You don't do newborns...you don't date them. And you definitely don't DO newborns. It's like teaching a child to ride a bike. Too difficult if you are only there for one ride.

"I just need…to think about it all before I talk to her. ….I need to run." She says, popping off the couch and hurrying upstairs to get changed.

…you can't run away from this. Trust me.

AN2: Hmmm… Think Arizona should have spoken up? Or just let Callie flounder and find her way herself? …Let me know.