The Latina sighs deeply as she looks at a vase in their home. She's home alone, again. Her blonde counterpart is miles away. All the Latina wants is to kiss her.

"Goddamn it Arizona, I hate you" She screams in rage, throwing the vase across the room.

Tears stream down her face in rage. She punches the wall, leaving a good sized dent in it. Arizona has been gone for six months. Six long months. She was only supposed to be gone for three months.

"Why can't you just call me" She whispers, sliding down to the ground in defeat.

"Callie are you okay" Mark's voice yells through the closed door.

"Go away" Callie yells to her best friend.

The door knob rattles as Mark tries to open it, but as it is locked he can't.

"Come on Cal, I bet she's going to call you" Mark tries to give his friend some hope.

"Yeah right" Callie whispers to herself.

As if on cue the phone starts ringing. Callie jumps up and runs to the phone.

"Hello" She whispers into it, hoping to hear Arizona's voice.

"Is this doctor Torres" A deep male voice asks.

"Yes, who is this" Callie asks.

"This is Staff Sergeant Avery. Is this the home of Private Robbins" He asks with no emotion in his voice.

"Yes, did something go wrong" Callie asks, clutching the phone as it it will save her from whatever news she's about to get.

"Private Robbins is missing, she is presumed dead. I am very sorry for your loss, we will try to send her stuff back home as soon as we can" He says as if it's normal, which it is.

"T-Thank you" Callie whisper into the phone.

"I think that's everything, have a nice day" The man says before he hangs up to call the families of other missing people.

Callie looks around the room. Everything around her fades away. She falls to the ground, landing with a huge thud, but she doesn't feel the pain. She stares ahead with unseeing eyes. She doesn't realize that Mark is in the apartment until he is sitting down next to her and has an arm around her.

"She's missing. They think she's dead" Callie whispers, not looking at him or blinking.

"They don't know if she's really dead or not" Mark whispers, trying to give hope.

"She could be dead" Callie whispers before she lets it hit her.

Mark pulls the sobbing women into his lap and hold her. Mark doesn't let her go until she is asleep. When she is asleep he picks her up and lays her on the couch, covering her up with a blanket.

Mark then sits down on the other couch, he will never tell anybody that he did, but he sat there and let a few tears fall. His Blondie is missing, most likely dead. They may not see eye to eye on most things, but she's his Blondie. His best friend's wife. Someone who he has grown to think of as a sister. Mark sits there and waits, not even trying to fall asleep. His friend needs him, and well he's not leaving her here alone.


Part two will be out soon!