This is the second last chapter for this story, I'm kind of sad that it's going to be over D=. But I've enjoyed the run very much, and I'd like to thank all of you for your words of encouragement and support. I hope you enjoy!

This one is from Arizona's point of view and takes about a month before their wedding.

Nine. We Build Then We Break

"I don't know you, but I know what you did to her.
She told me and I happen to believe her too."
- We Build Then We Break, The Fray

"Calliope? Are you listening?" My words don't seem to enter her brain. She's holding her coffee cup close to her slightly agape mouth. Her eyes are not focussed on my at all; they're staring past me to what I'm assuming is the entrance to the cafeteria.

"I, I have to go." Tears are beginning to form in her eyes. She nearly trips over her chair as she gets up, slamming it into the table as she leaves.

"Calliope!" I call out to her, hoping she'll at least glance back in my direction. But she doesn't; she just keeps on walking away at an almost running pace.

I don't follow her; I turn around to meet the distant gaze of the person who entered the cafeteria just moments before. Her face is not familiar but her features; wavy medium length blonde hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, athletic frame. I've heard these features be described to me countless times by numerous people. Each time they were describing someone who made Calliope the way she was; made her fearful of love and terrified of being left. They were describing someone they once considered a surgical god; Erica Hahn.

She doesn't focus on my face just yet, first she just watches Calliope half run away from her. By the time she looks at me my face ahs changed from a look of shock to disgust. Dr. Hahn automatically picks up on my distaste and a look of confusion washes over her face. I leave the cafeteria without another thought. I'm done standing here giving her dirty looks. I'm needed elsewhere; Calliope needs me.

"Come on Calliope, answer my freaking page." I utter under my breath. I had paged her almost ten minutes ago. I'm standing at nursing station trying to think of the places she could be. She wasn't in the Attending's lounge, her office, "our" on-call room, or the ER. I was running out of places to look.

Mark walking out of an examine and takes notice of me, "Arizona, have you"

I cut him out without thinking. "No, Mark. I have not seen Calliope. I've been looking for her for the past ten minutes and I can't find her." I pinch the bridge to try and relieve the tension headache I feel coming on.

"I'm sorry I asked." his voice is genuinely sincere, which even for the new Mark was an uncommon occurrence. "But I'd thought you'd like to know that she's in the woman's bathroom in the ER." A slight smile comes across his face.

"I already checked the washroom, Mark." I'm being coming slightly annoyed now.

"I mean the public washroom, not the staff washroom."

Thank god I know where she is. "Thank you, Mark." I place a hand on his shoulder for a moment before heading down to the ER.

As I enter the stairwell, I can't help but think of the time I kissed her only three feet from were I stand. I remember how hesitant Calliope was about public displays of affection at first but that day she didn't hesitate for a moment. It was that moment that made me sure I wasn't making a mistake with her. It made me sure she had been right; I had been missing out on the experience she had to give. I wasn't about to let the reappearance of Erica Hahn ruin all the experiences we'd yet to experience together. I wasn't going to let her ruin our future.

I find the public washroom just inside the ER, as I enter I hear Calliope's sobs echo the room. I find one stall door tightly shut.

"Calliope." My voice is gentle, because I know how much she's hurting right now. "Calliope, I know you're in there. You know I'm here for you no matter what. You don't even have to say anything to me, just let me hold you. Please, can you do that, for me?" I'm praying that she'll open the stall door because an emotionally unstable Calliope is not the most rational and I don't want her do so anything that could hurt her even more. I hear the lock turn as she opens the door; the sobbing never ceasing.

As the door fully swings open I finally see how bad it is. She's even more physically upset now then she was when her father visited before he accepted her. Her eyes are bloodshot and her normally naturally tanned cheeks are red and lined with mascara tear lines. Her hands are in her hair, as if she's trying to keep her head together. She needs me.

I walk into the stall with her and wrap both of my arms around her waist. Calliope immediately buries her face into my neck; her tears are now running down my chest, wetting my navy scrub shirt. I run my fingers through her hair, trying to let her know that I'm there for her as if she doesn't already know.

"She was, she was." Her words are barely coherent, as she mumbles them into my chest.

"Its okay, Calliope. You don't need to explain to me. You'd explained it enough already. Just breathe, honey, just breathe." I can't help but tighten my grip on her waist slightly as I kiss the top of her head. We stand here for what feels like forever before her tears begin to subside and I decided to speak again. "I wouldn't say this if I didn't think it was necessary, Calliope, but I think you need to talk to her."

She pulls away from my, actually lifting my arms off her. "Arizona, are you crazy?" I can hear the anger in her voice; she's completely misunderstanding what I'm saying. "I can't talk to the woman who just left me without even a goodbye. I was a mess for months Arizona. You off all people should know that."

"Calliope," I place a comforting hand on her arm to show her I don't mean to hurt her. "I mean that you need to talk to her because she left in that way. You deserve to have the choice to ask her why and all the questions you ever wanted to. You need closure, Calliope. You need to do this so that we can forget all about her, so we can get married and have the future we want without me having to worry about you. You know how much I hate to see you upset. And with your father being able to finally accept us I thought we were past that speed bump, but I guess not. Calliope, you talking to her is the last hurdle. After that you can have clean slate. We can have our future together without anything from the past getting in the way. Do you understand me?" I realize that it's a lot for her to digest but she needs to understand that I need her to do this, not only her but for us.

"Okay." After giving me a single word to prove she understood, I'm caught off guard by her lips capturing my own. The kiss is soft and loving but I can still feel the fire and passion behind it. As she pulls away my favorite words escape from her mouth, assuring me that we're going to have the future we dreamed of.

Standing at the main nurses' station in the surgical wing, a set of red scrubs catch my attention out of the corner of my eye. Dr. Erica Hahn is coming down the hallway and I can feel her eyes on me. I'm going to have a confrontation on my hands, any second; I can feel it.

As she reaches the nurses' station she takes an audible sigh. "Who the hell do you think you are?" Her voice is cold and filled with anger.

"I may not know you but I know exactly what you did to her, Dr. Hahn. You left her. You left her and she turned into a complete mess, she was just a shell of who she used to be. She told me everything, everything you ever did that hurt her. And I know how hard it for her with you being her. And I need her to face her fears and realize that it's not her fault, that she actually deserves to happy and to be love without being afraid." I pause because I notice that the look on her face changed. The anger has disappeared and shock is left in its place. "I need to see that because she's the love of my life. I'm her fiancée, Arizona Robbins."

And with those words I leave Erica Hahn behind me, praying I never have to see a pair of red scrubs ever again.