AN: I wrote this on my iPhone so sorry about the spacing, also, I remembered that I first called him "Jacob" then changed it to "Jason." My bad, I'm not perfect! Thanks for the feed back I love you all. And of course thanks to my lovely editor.
There was schedule that Jason kept. He would wake up at 7am, shower, eat and read parts of the paper. By 8:15, he would go out to the workshop where he kept the blonde. By now,she was too weak to fight back. He would untie her sore hands and let her use the makeshift bathroom. He'd give her a small amount of food. Then he'd tie her back up. He would leave around 9:30, and wouldn't be back until later that night to allow her to use the bathroom again.
Although it was small, the schedule kept Arizona going. It was how she counted the days. She was only fed once a day and so far she has had only 11 meals.
She was frail and she shook when she walked. Her clothes smelt awful, but she was getting used to the smell of urine.
Jason came in for the last time that night, but this time he didn't have the blank look of disconnect on his face, instead he looked pissed.
"Why hasn't your stupid girlfriend gone public with your disappearance? Does she not fucking care about you?" He was screaming now.
He hit Arizona in the face, causing the small blonde's eyelid to split, "Fine. I will make them go public. My name needs to be remembered. They need to know the pain they caused my family!" He said. Grabbing her by the collar of her shirt, he pressed his nose against her chin, then let go of her.
The next day, he didn't come back to feed her. She had given up hope. She had held on for so long, what more could she do?
"I'm so sorry Callie," She said letting the darkness consume her. "I've failed you." She whispered.
"Stop that, Zona," A familiar voice said.
Her head perked up but she couldn't see anyone. She closed her eyes then opened them again. A pair of bright blue eyes were staring back into hers.
"Tim!?" She exclaimed, "but you're- you're dead."
The man frowned a little and placed his big hand on the side of his little sister's bruised face. He looked the same he did the day before he left for Iraq; his jaw strong, eyes focused but caring, his blonde hair short and tidy.
"You're going to make it through this," he said calmly, tucking a dirty strain of hair behind her ear, "and other things will come your way that are hard. Sometimes, you'll feel like you're going to lose all control but you're Arizona Robbins. You're a good man in the storm. So, keep being that strong person I know you are." He gave her a small smile.
She was sure by now that she was dead. She was seeing her dead brother but having him so close to her gave her a type of comfort she had been missing for so long.
"I miss you so much," she choked.
"I'm always here, baby sis," he said, his body becoming translucent. Slowly, he faded away.
"No Tim! Don't leave me! I need you here! I need you," She screamed.
Then, suddenly, his blue eyes disappeared. She was met with cold brown ones of the man who was set to kill her.
The voice on Callie's GPS guided her straight to Gary Clark's abandon home. She pulled up to the sidewalk.
"What the hell am I doing?" She thought, but when she heard the heartbreaking cries coming from Arizona, she didn't have time to second guess herself. She ran from her car to the garage where she assume Arizona was kept.
She noticed that the door was open so she quietly stepped inside. Through the darkness, she could see a slender man standing in front of the blonde.
"First I'm going to kill you; dump your body where you'll be easily found. Next, I'll grab your girlfriend and do the same thing I did to you until all of the doctors at that fucking hospital are dead. Just like my uncle intended."
He picked up a pair of long bush cutters and placed them on her throat, "I think I'll save your head, it's too pretty to let go to waste."
Arizona closed her eyes and thought of Callie. She prayed silently that she would be able to move on and lead a happy life. She hoped that Callie would always remember how much she loved her and that she tried so hard to stay alive.
Suddenly she heard the sound of a skull being smashed with the broad side of a shovel. She opened her eyes to see Jason falling to the ground, the clippers falling beside him.
She watched as the shovel crushed his neck, blood slipping out. Callie picked up the shovel again and drove it into his neck a second time and third. Memories of being rejected, of heart break and failing. The nights she spent crying over the idea that Arizona was dead fueled her rage.
She finally stopped when he no longer looked human. Shocked, she dropped the shovel. It fell to the hard cement, the sound of the metal ringing through the emptiness of the garage.
She stared at what she had done. She fell to her knees and began to sob. She made a vowel to save lives, what had she done?
"Callie?" a horse voice called out. She looked up from the mangled body to see the woman she loved weak and tied to a chair.
Arizona could hardly see through her swollen eyes, she could barely move, but a smile crept across her face. Callie hurried over to her.
"I have you. You're safe," she whisper to the blonde as she pulled her into a hug. Arizona, to weak to speak, just simply nodded as tears streamed down her face.
Callie stood up and went behind Arizona, untying the roped that bound her wrists to the chair. Her small wrists were bloodied, skinned scabbed over from the rope rubbing against her. She untied them, then went to Arizona. She looked over the blonde. She was so underweight, her face was bloody. Callie wiped her tears away.
"I'm here, and I'm going to get you home. You're safe, you're safe," She promised.
Arizona nodded and let Callie pick her up. She wrapped her arms around the woman's neck, the smell of her tan skin caused her to be at ease.
Callie stepped over the man's mangle body and carried Arizona to her car. She slipped her into the passenger seat. As she shut the door, she inhaled deeply.
She finally understood the difference between Arizona and Gary Clark; the difference between herself and Jason.
The nightmare was finally over.