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: Ok so… this is a repost. I was a little hopped up on cold medicine yesterday that I posted the WRONG draft of this chapter. Wasn't until I woke up this morning, and read yalls comment that I realized that. So… here is the RIGHT chapter 14. Sorry for the mix up, really. My bad. But it's the first repost I've had to do so… please give me a little leeway. Hope this version makes a lot more sense than the last. Again, sorry.

AN2: Ohhh… people are getting testy. I like it. A lot of you think Arizona (or myself) has gone too far. And remember, this is only first person, one sided. Callie's character is a total mystery beside what Arizona reads off of her. Does Agent Robbins have everything under control? Or is Sean the one in the driver's seat? Hmmm… let's see. Enjoy!

Chapter 14

Screaming. That's all I hear. Screaming. Not adults screaming, kids. Babies… my babies. …Sofia? ! Where are you? Help mommy! Help! …Where are you Sofia? I'm here! Running, running through the darkness but towards my daughter. How did she get here? How could I let this happen? I run. Hit a wall then trip into the desert. Sand falls through my hands. …Where am I? Smell of burning rubber and burning flesh hits my nose. …Iraq. Screaming, my Sofia screaming. Fuck! …I'm coming baby girl! Run. Run. Run. The rifle in my hands feels heavy, but I run. I make it to the village, the same village I got my scar in. Clear one house, then another. Where are you? MOMMY! …I'm coming! Turn a corner. Bad guys. My finger pulls the trigger, and the bodies drop. Run. Run. Run. Arizona! …Calliope? Mommy! …SOFIA? ! Laughing, a sinister laugh fills my world. Another corner. She's there. …Let her go! No, Agent Robbins. I won't let her go. Sofia bleeding, crying. Sofia in pain. A figure, black and smoky. Slowly becomes defined. Another sinister laugh. …let her go and I might let you live. Another laugh. Oh, Agent Robbins. No one will walk out of this alive. A face appears. …Quinn. MOMMY! Help me! …Sofia!

"Arizona…" A faint voice calls, almost from another world. I feel myself being sucked out of this land. Up and out. …no I need to save her. NO! NO! "Arizona! …Arizona." My world shaking around me.

"NO!" I yell as my eyes snap open, my left hand reaching out to grasp whoever is on top of me as my right fishes for my sidearm that's not there. …where am I? Wh-who are you?

"Shhh… it's me. It's me." Callie says softly as my hand grips the front of her shirt. "Arizona, baby, it's me. It's ok. You're ok… Try to breathe." She tells me. My heart is racing and my skin is slick in a cold sweat.

"Fuck…" I breathe out. When I notice my hand still gripped at her shirt, I let go. "Sorry. Jesus… I'm so sorry." I rest my elbows on my knees and hang my head in my hands, trying to hide myself from my wife. The person I told I would never lay a hand on her like that is the one person who always seems to take the punishment for my dreams.

"Arizona." Callie whispers as she kneels in front of me, seeking my eyes but doesn't find them. She grabs both of my wrists and pulls my arms away. "Look at me." My blue eyes find concerned brown ones inches from me. "You're ok, sweetie. I'm ok. You didn't hurt me. …I know better than to wake you like that but… you were yelling and crying. I didn't want you waking the kids." My wife explains. Since we've been together, my night terrors and flash backs rarely make an appearance, but when they do, they are bad. And there's always a trigger, usually it being a particularly ugly case I'm working on. This time, it was his words. …the blood of my family is on my hands. Callie takes a seat next to me on the couch and rubs my back as she whispers in my ear, telling me I'm safe, she's safe, our kids are safe right now. She brings me back, away from the sand, and the gun fire, the smell of rotting flesh and the sound of people screaming for their life.

"Want to talk about it?" Callie asks after a good five minutes of me trying to get my heart rate and breathing under control.

"No." I say flatly. No, I don't want to tell my wife about the dream of our daughter bleeding and crying. About me not able to protect her. About our son being used as bait. I can't tell her about that… I'm the good man in the storm. …but this is one hell of a storm.

"Are you ever going to talk to me?" The Latina asks after a few silent seconds.

"What are you talking about? …We talk." I reply, bringing my hands up to try and rub out the stress migraine brewing behind my eyes.

"You're smoking again, Arizona. I know that means you're… in trouble." She states. In the past few years, there have been only a few cases, usually the same ones that have me screaming in my dreams, that make me smoke.

"I'll stop." I say, hoping she'll take that as a good enough answer.

"Arizona…" She growls. "You know it's not the smoking that has me worried. It's why you're smoking. What is going on with you?"

My eyes find Callie's in the dimly lit living room. …it'd be so easy to lie to her right now. Tell her nothing. Tell her I have everything under control. …But that's not marriage.

"I'm lost." I say so softly I'm not even sure I really say it. "I don't know what to do. …And I'm not use to feeling like this, Calliope. I'm supposed to know what to do. I'm a Marine. I'm a highly trained, lethal, top of the line FBI agent. …And I'm lost." Callie sits there for a couple minutes, letting me rant. Her hand rubs soothing circles on my back as I continue to flip through files and pictures and statements. Every single piece of evidence I have, I know backwards and forwards, but I can't help but go back to it because I have nothing to go forward with.

"You have a team, Arizona. Why can't they help you?" She asks.

"I don't trust them." I say flatly. "I… I don't trust anyone but Teddy, really. Not after what happened with you."

"You don't think-"

"No. No, I don't think that I have a leak, or a mole or a traitor working for me but… there's always that thought floating in the back of my mind. You know? …I look out into the bull pen every day, my teams busy hunting down Max, or any other fugitive and I can't help but think…" My voice fades out, not wanting to speak the words I've been holding in for so long. Am I paranoid? No. I've just learned from the past.

"So you still have Teddy. She'd do anything for you, just like you'd do anything for her. I have complete trust in you, sweetie. You'll figure this out." Callie whispers. I close my eyes when I feel Callie place a kiss on that spot behind my ear, then on my jaw line, moving closer and closer to my lips. I turn my head and meet them, pulling her in by the back of her neck….God, I love you so much, it hurts sometimes. When our lips part, our foreheads rest against each others. …such a fucking idiot for even entertaining thoughts about… her.

"I love you." She whispers after our long kiss.

"I love you too, so much. Never forget that. …No matter what happens, ok?" I tell her, mentally slapping myself upside the head for what I did today in the restroom with Sean. "You're the only one, forever." Our eyes meet. …guilt? Why would she feel guilty? I'm the one who should feel guilty, and I do.

"Callie, are you ok?" I ask, not able to keep from reading my wife. I try not to profile, mainly because its not fair and she hates it but right now, I can't help it.

"I'm fine. …Just alittle lost too." She says, then leans in and places a light kiss on my lips. "Don't stay down here to long, alright? You know what this couch does to your back." She adds, after one last kiss, then stands and walks back upstairs. Turning back to the files spread all over the coffee table in front of me, I bury my head in my hands. A deep breath and I look back at the information that I already know inside and out. My eyes land on one specific photo that of a certain defense attorney. I can't explain it, but there is just a draw to this woman. I know the difference between love and lust, and this is definitely lust….or hate. I don't know anymore. My head is a fricken mess right now. I pick the picture up and study it closely, not that her face isn't already burned into my mind. But…there's something. She's involved. Whether she realizes it or not. I just hope I can get it out of her before anyone else gets hurt. Namely, my family.

The next morning always comes too soon. Lack of sleep and a kink in my back from falling asleep on the couch again makes me for a not so patient woman. "Talk." Teddy spits, slamming down the coffee she usually brings me in the morning.

"About?" I growl, my feet propped up on my desk as I try to rub out the headache raging through my head right now. Last night was… rough. Not a lot of sleep, and when I did, not so nice images greeted me. And I never did make it upstairs, having fallen asleep again as I read over the case file…again. My wakeup call was from the tiny finger of my daughter poking at my cheek. Teddy closes my office door as I blindly reach out for the source of caffeine that I hope will stem the pain behind my eyes. She crosses the space and shoves my feet off the top of my desk, catapulting myself straight up and coffee spilling down my front.

"Fucking hell Altman!" I yell, trying to pull the burning liquid off my body. I can almost feel my skin sizzle as the piping hot coffee runs down my already wounded torso.

"What the fuck is going on in that head of yours?" She yells back.

"Right now it's all about throwing you out on your ass." I spit at my partner as I shrug off my dark jacket and start unbuttoning my white shirt, now stained a lovely shade of brown.

"If you fuck around and do something dumb… if you tear your family apart over that woman, I will kill you myself. You have kids, Arizona. Two beautiful little babies who love and adore you. …You have Callie! How could you want anyone else when you have Callie? …I'm not gay, but… Callie is-"

"Perfect. I know. You really think I would do something to hurt her? She's my wife. I know exactly what she is." Our eyes remained locked on each other. I stand in my office, half undressed, my newly reinstated sidearm clipped to my pants, my scar in plain sight, now covered with pretty purples and greens.

"Then what are you doing?" She asks softly.

"How did she know about the counterfeiting? How did Johnnie get an attorney who has that knowledge? …Does that not seem funny to you?" I ask.

"You think Sean Quinn is involved." Teddy states.

"Yes." I answer.

"And… you're trying to get closer to her." Teddy closes her eyes and starts to pace, the image forming in her mind about where this woman could possibly fit in to the whole situation.

"Yeah… and it's not like we could just strong arm her and bring her in for questioning. …She fights people like you and me for a living, Teddy. So I need to go through a back door. …If she wants to talk to me… to tell me more, why should I stop her?" I tell her. She gives me a questioning look, like she's not believing me. "Look… I'm not going to lie. Was there a little spark when we met? Yes. But that's all it is. A spark. I have a whole fucking wildfire in my bed at home. I'm playing a part now, and I have to do it well if we have any chance of getting into that woman's brain."

"What about into her bed?" Teddy asks, getting a hard glare out of me. "Where's the line Arizona?"

"I got it under control. …Sean Quinn made an appearance in a dream last night. And let's just say, I had a rifle in my hands and it was pointed directly between her eyes." I tell her as I pull on my spare shirt I keep in my office. My phone buzzing snaps the tense silence in the room. I check the text message and curse silently. "Director wants to see us." I tell my partner. She opens my office door and waits. As I walk past her I ask "We good?"

"Yeah. We're good." Teddy answers.

"Good." I say with a smile. "Oh… and you owe me a new shirt."

Hours later, Teddy and I are at the firing range, getting ready for our qualification tests. Apparently being in the middle of a man hunt doesn't matter. Once your name pops up, you're due at the range. And when you don't show up, you get a right chewing from the Director. So now, my partner and I are waiting our turn, both of our asses a little chapped, metaphorically of course. …I swear he gets up in the morning just be a royal pain in my side.

"Agent Robbins!" The range instructor calls.

I step forward and take my place at the counter. "It's Special Agent." I correct him. …why does no one get that?

"When you're ready." He says dryly, pulling his ear protection back on. I position my weapon in front of me, extra magazine at the ready. I hate these tests because all they do is check your accuracy and not even under real world situations. Rarely do I shoot at a suspect straight on like this. It's always at a run or from behind cover. A breath, and then I act. Before anyone can blink, I grab my weapon and unload the magazine into the paper target's chest. Seamlessly, I drop the empty magazine and slip the full one in place, resuming my fire immediately. Counting the rounds, I send the last one right between the eyes for added flare.

Once the paper target is retrieved and handed to the range instructor, he marks something on his important little clipboard. "Did I pass or what?" I ask sarcastically. He just sneers and motions for my partner to step up.

"Wanna grab some lunch?" Teddy asks as we both step out of the firing range, qualified to carry our firearms for another year.

"Rain check." I say offhandedly, grabbing my keys and slipping into my cruiser.

"Got a lunch date with your girlfriend?" Teddy asks and just gets a middle finger for an answer.

Once at the hospital, I go straight to my wife's office but find it locked. We didn't really get to talk anymore this morning, what with the usual morning madness with a crabby four year old and a crying seven month old. I know she's keeping something from me, I read it in her eyes. Not that I'm one to be much of a moral compass right now. Maybe if we just have a relaxing lunch, away from the kids and the noise and the bloody pictures that were strewn around the living room last night.

When I head down the main drag of the Ortho ward, I hear that rich laugh that is music to my ears. Turning the corner, I see my wife, head thrown back as she laughs with a nurse. I stop my advance, taking in the scene. Something seems off, and my spidey senses are tingling. I don't know if it's the way the nurse is looking at my wife, the way they are standing a little closer than is normal, or the hand Callie has on the nurses arm but… something isn't sitting right. I don't mean to snoop like this, but I need to know more about this situation. I watch as the two animatedly talk back and forth effortlessly. I've never seen this woman before, but Callie seems to be homey with her. …but she looks familiar. I'm sure I've never seen her around here before though. When the nurse points to something on Callie's white jacket, nearly caressing her breast and the Latina responds by blushing and giggling, my feet start moving again.

I approach from the side, and the nurse is the first one to see me coming. When Callie loses the woman's attention, she also glances over and see's me.

"Can we help you?" The woman asks sharply. …bring it bitch.

"Arizona!" Callie greets, overacting just a bit. "Wh-what… why… um… Hi." She says, wrapping me in an awkward hug, then turns back to the nurse who is watching everything.

"You alright, Calliope?" I ask, my face not betraying the fact that I just watched them flirt back and forth for a good five minutes.

"What? Yeah. I'm fine." She replies, again over reacting. My eyes watch the unknown woman, and I can see something swirling in her mind. …but what? Confusion? "Oh! Uhh… Sam, this is my uhh my-"

"Wife, Arizona Robbins." I finish for Callie, extending my hand and shaking Sam's hand.

"Sam." She replies. My eyes narrow fractionally as my mind starts to race. …I know her from somewhere. I'm sure of it. I try to find her ID badge so I can catch a last name but I don't see it.

"I'm sorry but… have we met before?" I ask, pulling back my hand.

"Sam was just hired a couple weeks ago." Callie explains. "Unless you met-"

"No, we haven't. I would have remembered. I'm good with faces." Sam butts in, cutting Callie off. Our gaze locks for longer than the social norm, almost as if we are battling to see who will break first.

Callie, sensing the exchange, clears her throat. "So… Arizona?" The sound of my name coming from the Latina makes me drop the battle and look to my wife.

"I… was wondering if you have had lunch yet?" I ask the fidgeting woman next to me. "Maybe we could go grab some mystery meat from the cafeteria?"

"Sounds great." She says, again a little too loudly. She turns back to the nurse who has a smug smile on her face. "Umm… get that medicine to Ms. Meyers and I'll check on her when I get back." Sam smiles, gives a tight nod and then turns on her heel.

Once we pay for our meal, Callie and I bring our food back up to her office. We sit on her couch as we eat, and I listen as she chatters away. Something seems… off. I try not to profile my wife but sometimes, things are just so in your face that you can't ignore them.

"Calliope…" I say coolly, cutting her off as she starts in on another surgical procedure. She tenses a bit, but forces herself to relax. "Are you alright?" I ask, moving in closer to her.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be alright?" She asks, then does that fake laugh like 'you're the one who's crazy'.

"You're rambling and… and you're tense." I tell her. "Not to mention that you had a serious flirting session with that nurse minutes before I came to see you." I add nonchalantly, like its no big deal even though my insides are twisting at the thought of it.

"Excuse me?" She asks, feigning hurt.

"Calliope… you forget what I do for a living. I read people. …You were flirting." I state, forcing myself to take another bite of my sandwich.

"We were not-" She tries to deny it but I cut her off.

"Callie." My eyes tell her that I'm not about to buy what she's selling.

Her eyes flick to mine, then away as she hides her face in her hands. "Ok, maybe she was flirting with me." Callie groans.

"When did it start?" I ask, really focusing on keeping my anger hidden.

She thinks for a couple seconds, then answers "A couple days ago. …It's doesn't mean anything. I swear, Arizona. Nothing has happened between her and I. I… I'm just-"

"Stressed. I know." I cut her off, trying to keep my temper under control. Any other time, I would be all over that nurse, but now… I can't really call her a kettle…because I'm a pot.

"This is all my fault." I say to myself. "All my fucking fault." I growl, rubbing my face with my hands.

My wife places a hand on my shoulder. "Arizona-"

"No, Calliope." I bolt off the couch, then turn and look down at her. "This is my fault. My fault that my kids are targets. My fault that I got shot. My fault that I've denied proper flirting at home, which makes you flirt with your nurses. I just… I'm fucking everything up. My mind is… is a mess. I can't think straight. I just... I just…" Callie is up off the couch and wrapping her strong arms around me. Without even realizing it, my hands grip her white lab coat like I'm hanging on for dear life.

"Shhh…. Relax, Arizona. Relax." She soothes me. My face is buried in the crook of her neck. Her scent invades deep into my body, every inhale calms me more and more. Before I know it, my hands find her silky black hair, and I'm pulling her lips in to mine. Our kiss is soft at first, reaffirming our love and commitment to each other, and it steadily grows more passionate. The Latina pushes me back to her desk, her hands trailing down to my thighs to lift me up onto the maple surface.

Once I'm seated on her desk, her desk of authority, my wife's body presses against me between my spread legs. My hands find her coat and I yank it off her as her hands work at my top.

"Ah!" I gasp when she gets a little too rough for my beat up body.

"Sorry. Sorry." She growls, her lips finding mine again. Once my jacket is off, she starts working at the buttons on my white shirt. Again, I wince and pull back from her touch. This gets her attention, afraid that my ribs might have gotten worse somehow.

"Are you ok?" She asks softly, now focused on getting my shirt off for an entirely different reason. Once the front parts, her eyes are met by an angry red burn covering the top part of my chest. …damn, that's worse than I thought. Callie is just pulling my shirt completely off, revealing burn, bruise and scar, when there is a quick knock on the door, followed by Sam sticking her head in.

"Dr. Torres-" She stops when she sees our current position. My disheveled wife, hair and scrub top askew from our frenzied kiss, and me shirtless in only my bra, sitting on Callie's desk. "Oh god, uhhh sorry…"

"Sam, can you get me some silver sulfadiazine ointment." Callie says, not even blushing at our predicament.

"Of... of course, Dr. Torres." She stammers, her eyes darting between myself and Callie.

"Silver what?" I ask as the door clicks shut behind the flustered nurse.

"It's a burn ointment." Callie explains as she examines my most recent injury. "How did this happen?"

"Teddy… coffee… OW!" I jump when she pokes a particularly tender spot.

"Sorry." She grumbles. The door opens a minute later, Sam hurrying in with a tube of ointment in her hand. "Thanks." Callie says off handedly. Sam, for some reason, hangs back in Callie's office while my wife spreads the soothing and healing crème over my skin. I watch Sam as Sam watches Callie. …lust. That is definitely lust. Dilated pupils. Increased breathing. …She wants Callie.

"Arizona?" Callie asks, sensing the sudden rigidity and tension in my body. "It doesn't hurt, does it? It's should be soothing." She explains.

"No. No, it's fine." I reply. The buzzing of my phone snaps my attention back from the creepy nurse who is eyeing my wife like she's the next thing for dinner.

"Robbins." I answer.

"Hey, me. One of the Russians cracked. We got a lead on Max." My partner says quickly, and I can sense Teddy's enthusiasm.

"O'Connor? We got him?" I ask, catching the eye of my wife. She visibly tenses.

"The Director is putting together three teams. Surveillance sets up now. You want in?"

"Hell yes. I'm on my way now." I say, then hang up.

"What's going on?" Callie asks, obviously startled by the name of the man who has threatened our family.

"We got him." I whisper. "Just like I promised. He's going down." I place a kiss on her lips then pull my shirt back on, carefully buttoning it over the ointment that is covering my chest right now. My eyes find that of Sam's and again I am met with a look that confuses me. …resentment. Why does she resent me? She's angry… something ain't feeling right with this woman. I've spent maybe a total of five minutes with this nurse and I'm already getting vibes off her, a lot like the vibes I got off of Sean the first time I met her.

"Be careful, please." Callie begs me, pulling my eyes away from Sam's.

"I'll see you when I see you, Calliope. I love you." I tell her, then give her one more kiss. A glance at the nurse who is trying to pretend like she's not listening, and I add "You be careful too. Call Tim and ask that he pick Sofia up tonight. …And no more flirting with pretty nurses." I laugh as she rolls her eyes at me, then I am out of the office. My feet can't keep from carrying me faster than a walk towards my car, my heart racing at the idea that Max O'Connor will finally behind bars, and my family will be safe.

AN3: Is this going to be the end of the Robbins-O'Connor fight, or are they just facing off?