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: So Callie and Arizona are locked up in a safe house with the rest of the agents. How is that going to work? Let's find out.

Chapter 21 – The Breach

It's been almost two days. Two days since Callie's house got shot up and we moved her to the safe house. A call from the Director and I was informed that all three security details, Mr. and Mrs. Torres, Aria, and Callie, were hit in the similar fashion but all parties were secured and transported. Only one agent was wounded and he should be returning back to work within the month. All in all, we survived. …hope that's the end of it.

Callie is about to go stir crazy. She is use to running around a huge hospital, seeing a hundred different people a day. Here, there is less than 1000 square feet for her to move and it's the same, boring, four agents hour after hour after hour. She found a trashy romance novel in the bathroom cupboard and is already working her way through it for the second time. I've been playing a lot of solitaire and doing a lot of perimeter sweeps and roll calls. …Director says the threats are dying out, but I still think something else is coming.

These two days, I haven't let Callie out of my sight unless she closes the bedroom door. But I also haven't talked to her…about 'it'. The accident. The mistake. I haven't told her that us kissing can't happen again. Especially now, when everyone is so high strung and tense. It would only add fuel to the fire. …and the fire that is burning at my center. She has also avoided me, which is an incredible feat when you are in a tiny hole like this. Karev and Avery know something is up between the two of us based on the way we dance around each other, they just don't know what.

I haven't let Reed within 5 feet of Callie unless she is sleeping on the couch during her off shift, in which I stay in the main room and watch her. I keep her on surveillance detail. Something is…off with her, but I don't have enough information to do anything about it. If I'm wrong, and confront her, I could seriously damage the trust on this team. If I'm right…I may speak too soon and lose any information she may be able to give me by running. So…I watch. I watch Callie. I watch Reed. I hardly sleep. …That's my job. …and the job comes first.

"You should get some sleep. You look like shit." Callie says as she takes the other folding chair across from me. It's the first words she's said to me since those first few hours here.

"Thanks." I say without emotion. …I'm too tired for emotions.

"Seriously…you need a couple hours." Her eyes full of concern, and a small smile playing on her face. "Doctors orders."

"Go on Boss, I got it." Avery says from his position on the couch. He is laid out, flat on his back, reading the same Sports Illustrated magazine for the tenth time. …men and bikinis. …Though, that woman is hot. Blonde hair, blue eyes, blue string bikini…and a cowboy hat? Yes, ma'am!

"And am I suppose to sleep standing up?" I look expectantly towards the agent who is hoarding the only somewhat comfortable sleeping place in the nasty apartment.

"Take the bed." Callie says matter of factly. She sees that I'm about to turn her down and cuts me off. "Agent Robbins…take the damn bed." She gets up and moves to the bedroom. A look to Avery who is still engrossed in the centerfold and I leave the main room for the back room. Entering, I see Callie is on one side of the bed, leaning back against the head board and reading the book. She sees me hesitate and pats the side next to her. It's not a big bed, maybe a double. …shit. Distance? Yeah, distance of about 2 millimeters. But, I don't want it to appear like being close to her is a problem so I strap on my best willpower and lay down next to her, facing away. I can feel her warmth roll off her body and start to cook my clothed back. …yeah…so much for sleep. But soon, the darkness pulls me in greedily and I fall asleep.

"BOSS!" A crackling in my ear makes me shoot out of bed. Callie must have also fallen asleep and she too jumps up from my sudden movement.

"What?" I ask, trying to quickly sharpen my senses and push the fog of unconsciousness away from my eyes.

"We got a-" Sound of gunfire and then his mic goes out. I draw my gun, push Callie into the farthest corner and move to the bedroom door. Cracking it, I see Karev standing in the middle of the room, weapon trained at the front door. …Avery and Karev must have switched positions.

"You cover her. I got the entryway." He spits at me. Shutting the door and locking the dinky little lock on the doorknob, I move back to the doctor.

"It's happening isn't it?" She says surprisingly firmly.

"Don't worry, Dr. Torres. I won't let anyone get to you." She takes my free hand and I let her."Reed." I bark into my mic, but no answer. "REED!" Still nothing. …fuck. How did they find us. …Had to be a fucking leak.

Crashing of glass from the front room startles both of us, then the bang of a concussion grenade. I take a step forward to aid my fellow agent when the glass of the bedroom window is smashed and then a second later, another bang. Concussion grenades, also known as flash-bangs, are use to disorientate people. In that few seconds of confusion, two men storm the room. I raise my gun but it is quickly knocked away and I take a hard punch into my center. I fold in half and drop to the ground. I can hear Callie screaming…get your hands off her. I'm pulled off the floor and into a choke hold. Pressure applied to my throat, cutting the flow of air. I can feel a flashback coming on, but I push it down with all my might. …I…can't…. breathe. Training kicking in, I turn my head towards the crook of the arm, giving me a fractional amount of relief, then I dig a thumb into the pressure point just behind his elbow. His grip breaks and I take advantage of it. I quickly move behind the guy and put him in a shoulder lock.

Looking across the room, I see Callie fighting off her own attacker just like I taught her. Her fingers and feet finding every soft spot on the man's body and not giving up. …hang on girl, I'm coming for you. A round of gunfire burst out of the main room and the hallway in front of the apartment, cries of pain erupting from falling bodies. …fuck, we're under siege. The guy at my mercy starts to come out of his confusion and fights to get out of my grasp. That flash back hits me full force. The attack, the gun fire, the smell of gun powder in the air and my brain pushes me back years ago and into the sand. Instincts take over…neutralize all threats. I bring the guy I still have a hold on down to his knees by stepping on the back of his legs, just like I did with Mark. Then, a strong grip on the mans chin, and a quick twist…his struggles cease. His body slumps forward. Ten…fifteen seconds have passed since the window shattered and the grenade was released.

I fly across the bedroom to the aid of the doctor. Her assailant has her throat in his hands and she's panicking. Eyes wide is fright. More gunfire erupts outside the room. Her eyes lock on mine as I step behind the man who is slowly squeezing the life out of her. Grabbing my secondary weapon in a smooth motion and rising again, I pistol whip the man in his bald head. He too slumps to the ground. Thirty seconds after the crash of the first window…it becomes eerily silent. …calm down Robbins. You need a clear head now. I survey the two bodies in the room. One is done for, the other is knocked out cold.

Grabbing my other weapon that had been knocked away, I take Callie's face in my hands. "Are you ok?" I ask, eyes studying her face. "Did he cut you? Stick you with anything?" She shakes her head, eyes still wide with fear and scanning the room. "Calliope!" I finally catch her attention. "Look at me… I need you to breathe." She takes a deep breath. "I have to get you out of here."

I draw my weapon and move to the still locked door. Opening it, I take a step through, gun at the ready and Callie plastered to my back like the last time. Bodies are everywhere. Karev is also down, blood running from his body. …no. Then he groans in pain, relief washing me in realization he's not dead. …at least not yet, I need to get him help. Another step into the main room. Callie's quick breathing is washing over my ear and neck. My heart is pounding, adrenaline has spiked in my bloodstream. I halt, listening for anything. Eyes scanning for movement. My earpiece has long since gone silent. Movement from the apartment entryway makes me spin, pushing Callie behind me. My gun immediately finds a target.

"Reed." I say coolly, gun still trained on the woman. She, too, has her weapon trained on me. "Reed. Drop the gun." It's a stare down. …a stalemate.

"You drop the gun." She finally says in an icy voice.

"It was you, wasn't it? You were the leak. ..You were the one calling Hahn… Giving her details about Callie's security…" Her eyes grow wide, not expecting that to come out of my mouth. Still, she remains silent.

"Reed, put the gun down and I won't have to kill you." I say coolly, finger playing at the trigger of my Glock, Callie's grip on the back of my jacket strenghtens.

"The leak wasn't me, it was you." She says defiantly. Her finger moves quicker than the speed of light, faster than my finger can react and get a grip on my own trigger, and then…

*BANG*

AN2: hahaha! Oh yes, I did… You love it, don't lie.