Later That Night...

Callie's POV

No matter how much I've thought about everything Mikey told me, nothing makes sense to me. Then again, not a whole lot of things in my life have made sense to me for quite some time. The only thing that ever does, is being with her, because we are so perfect for each other. Both of our lives have been more than most could bare, but we have always had each other. It's always been enough, and my only hope is that it will continue to be enough; because if it isn't, neither of us will make it to the other side.

Not only do I continue living with the uncertainty of whether or not Louis will end up finding me, I also live with the uncertainty of whether or not she will be able to get through this, and move on with her life. I have never, and will never be able to understand why someone would want to do this to her. How someone could hear her crying, and feel no remorse for what they have done to her, or how they could hear her begging in fear not to be hurt, and continue torturing her.

Knowing what I know now, and trying to stay strong enough to hold us both together, is far from easy. Just when she was starting to be able to live her life without a constant feeling of fear, she has to go through it all over again. She once again lives with the fear of not knowing if she'll be hurt by someone again. She will go through days where she questions her existence in this world, because she's been told that she deserves to be treated that way; that she'll never be good enough, or worthy of being loved, by any one.

All I can do to help her with those feelings, is speak the truth. Which is, what I feel for her. That I love her more than I've ever loved any one, how beautiful she is to me, that she's perfect in my eyes, and most importantly, that I would never even think about hurting her the way that she's been hurt.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall, I quickly wipe the tears from my eyes when I hear the bathroom door open across the hall. She slowly makes her way into the bedroom, bathed and ready for bed.

Sitting on the bed next to me, she rests her head on my shoulder "Is something bothering you?"

Turning my head to the side, I kiss her head "It's just hard to see you like this..."

"I know but...that can't be all..." She interrupts. "..it's just...ever since you came home earlier you seem kind of...bothered by something..." lifting her head off my shoulder, she turns to face me with pleading eyes. "..is it me? did I do something?...I'm sorry I made you come home so early I just was so upset after they were here and...I needed you with me..."

I wish she wouldn't think it was her. Then again, I should tell her the truth. Which is, that I know things that she doesn't think that I know...things she isn't telling me on her own, for whatever reason.

I can't tell her...not right now...

I shake my head. "It's not you, or something you did...and..don't ever apologize for needing me. I'm sorry I took so long...I saw Mikey..." I reach over, opening the small drawer to my nightstand, pulling out the note and handing it to her. "...he wanted me to give this to you."

"Oh..." she takes the note, and hands me a hairbrush, and two hair elastics "...could you help me with this...I can only use one hand and it's a little hard.."

I bring one leg up onto the bed, keeping the other off, for balance "Of course...braids?"

She slowly turns around so that her back is facing me "Yeah. Loose...if you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all. Anything you need."

"How is Mikey doing?" She asks, as I gently begin brushing her hair.

"He's okay..he told me to tell you that he's thinking of you, and hopes you feel better soon."

I struggle with whether or not to tell her that he had to have brain surgery. Obviously she knew that he got shot, and I'm sure she's feeling bad enough about that. The last thing she needs to feel right now is guilt, because something else happened to him while he was trying to protect her.

As she reads the note from him, while I'm curious, I give her space and privacy. She will show me when she wants to.

We enter a comfortable silence as I begin work on her braids. Once I finish the first one, I see the bruises on that side of her neck, as well as a few scratches on the back of her neck. I had seen them before, but it doesn't make it any easier. It only makes it harder, because it's a constant reminder of what she went through, and the fact that I wasn't there to stop it.

"So..." She breaks the silence, sighing heavily. "...the police want me to go and pick him out of a line up. I'm thinking I should go tomorrow, to get it over with...would you come with me?"

"Of course I'll come with you. Mark left me his car until we get ours because they are using Lexie's, so...I'll drive you."

As I finish the second braid, I hear her sniffling.

"You okay baby?" I ask.

"I just don't want to deal with all of this, because I never want to have to see him again. I hate him." she replies, her voice breaking up at the end.

I inch a little closer, slowly wrapping my arms around her, careful not to startle her. I place a few light kisses on her neck and cheek before resting my chin on her non injured shoulder.

"He hurt the love of my life. I hate him too."

She places a hand on top of mine. "The love of your life, huh?" she sighs in contentment, melting into my embrace.

I've always told others she is the love of my life, but never actually said it to her. A time like this, is when it would be most important for her to hear.

"Yes. You are, without a doubt..." I kiss her cheek. "...the love of my life.." I bring my lips to her other cheek, placing a gentle kiss there. "...I love you, so much...I never knew it was possible to love anyone this much."

"I love you too, Calliope...and I know this sounds weird but, I really needed to hear something like that. You make me feel...so loved, and it's not just at times like now, when I need it the most. It's all the time..."

"It doesn't sound weird.."

She shifts her position on the bed, turning around to face me. "How do they look?" She asks.

"Adorable as always..." I begin to feel big kicks in my belly. "...oh...here..." I gently grab her hand, placing it on my stomach once I lift up my shirt.

A dimpled smile appears on her face as she feels the baby kick for the first time. There had been times when we had tried, but she couldn't feel it; and there were other times when the baby wasn't moving much at all, and it scared both of us.

I smile back at her, having missed getting to see her adorable dimples.

"Is this the first time?" She asks.

"It happened...for the first time, while you were...gone..."

She looks down, her facial expression falling slightly "Oh...so I'm not the first...to..."

"Hey..." I tilt her chin up, forcing eye contact. "...I never said anything to anyone, because I wanted you to be the first one to feel it. I wanted to share the moment with you before any one else."

She smiles again. "You did that for me?"

"Yes. I wanted her other mommy to feel it, before anyone else did. Addison asked me about it today, and I've been waiting all day for her to kick because I know it means a lot to you...which reminds me..." I reach over, back into the drawer, pulling out pictures from the ultrasound. "...she sent me home with these for you.."

She takes the pictures as I hand them to her. "She has an eye open" she points out, softly but excitedly.

"Yes she does...and this one.." I hand her another picture. "...is her foot. It was supposed to be both of her feet but she moved..."

"Of course she did.." she teases.

She's smiling, that beautiful dimpled smile.

Arizona's POV

Just when I thought that I wouldn't be able to smile again, she has proved me wrong. She has always found ways to amaze me, so I don't know why I thought now would be any different, even with everything that's happened to me. Feeling a baby kick (from the outside) for the first time is a very exciting moment for an expectant mother to share. The fact that she waited, knowing that I wanted to be the first one to feel it, means so much to me for so many reasons. Not only was it a moment that I had been waiting for, for so long; it also shows me that she loves me too much to have given up hope that I would be found, that she knew I could stay strong enough and that I would be back in her arms again.

Instead of thinking I would get to feel it 'if' I came back, she thought of it like this; that I would get to feel it, when I came back. Despite how horrifying it was for her, not knowing where I was, she never gave up hope of looking for me. I'm sure she had her moments, and still does, but she's been so strong for me, taken care of me and I couldn't ask for anything more from her.

"I really needed this tonight..." I shift my gaze back up to her, my eyes glistening with tears of joy. "..you have no idea how much it means to me, that you waited. Thank you."

"I do know how much it means to you...because it means just as much to me. You're her mommy too...you come before everyone else in her life...just like you do in mine."

We enter a comfortable silence, looking into each others eyes. In her eyes, I always find the love and strength that I need, to get through each day. My only hope, is that her love will continue to be enough to see me through; because without her, I can't imagine ever being able to make it through something like this.

"You ready for bed?" She asks, breaking the silence.

I'm beyond exhausted, and would love nothing more than to fall asleep in the arms of the women I love. But, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep through the night, as it is only my second night home. My first night home was filled with nightmares, and having to wake her up every time, so she could talk me back to sleep.

Sensing my discomfort, she takes my hand in hers.

"I know it's hard for you, but I'll be right here with you and if you have a bad dream again, I can talk you back to sleep" She adds, standing up and helping me stand up with her.

"You don't have to help me..I'll be fine.." I protest, as she leads me to the other side of the bed and helps me get comfortable.

"Just let me help you.." She says, with a teasing smile. "How's your shoulder? I noticed you don't have the sling.."

"It still hurts...but I can't wear it anymore, it aggravates my neck."

She continues tucking me in, leaning down to place a kiss on my forehead. "I'm sorry love. Is there anything I can do for you?...are you sure you don't want anything to eat?"

"I'm not really hungry. I just want you to lay down with me..."

She smiles at me "Okay. I'll be right back.."

She returns a few minutes later, and crawls into bed beside me. She scoots as close as she can get, until I feel her baby bump pressed up against my back.

"I'm sorry I can't get closer" She says..

"It's okay. I just want you here with me..so I feel safe..." I take the hand that she has gently rested on my hip, and bring it up to my chest, holding it close to my heart. "...I'll try not to wake you up tonight."

"Please...please, don't worry about that okay?.." She says softly. "...here, maybe this will help..." she removes one of the two pillows from underneath my head. She places her free arm under the pillow, allowing her to get closer to me. She shares the pillow with me, holding me in both of her arms. "...is this better?"

I know it could possibly be uncomfortable for her, which makes me even more grateful for everything she is doing for me. She is putting her own comfort aside, at a time when I need security the most. We would usually sleep with me holding her, and resting my hand on her baby bump. But, not being able to sleep on my bad shoulder; accompanied with the fact that I need the security of being in her arms, makes it hard for us to sleep that way.

"Yes. I love this..."

"What do you love?"

I sigh in contentment. "Being in your arms"

"Well, I love holding you..." She places a kiss on my shoulder blade, and then my cheek. "Goodnight baby. I love you."

"I love you too."

I close my eyes, relaxing in the comfort of her warm embrace; hoping, wishing and praying that all bad dreams would stay away. I don't want to see his face in my dreams, or hear all of the bad things he said to me.

As I hear the sounds of her soft and quiet breathing, I am reminded of a few things:

I am home in my own bed, I am safe in her arms.

Most importantly, I am loved; and I deserve to be loved, not hated and treated like an object.

What I went through will never change that, because I won't let it.

It may change a lot of things, but it can never change how I feel about her, or how she feels about me, because if I wasn't loved by her, I know that I wouldn't be able to get through this.

Next Day...

After a very quiet drive there, we have finally arrived at the police station. As she gets out of the drivers seat, I remain in the passengers seat; staring straight ahead, trying to gather up the courage to get this over with. Not only did I not want to leave the house yet, I never wanted to have to even look at Jack ever again.

She walks around to my side of the car and opens my door.

"Are you ready?" She asks.

I shake my head, looking down "I...can't...I can't do this..."

"You can do this..." she leans forward, softly kissing my temple. "...I know you can. I'll be right there with you, as long as they let me...and when it gets to be too much, just tell me and we'll go home, okay?"

I slowly nod. "Okay.."

She reaches out, offering me her hand to help me out of the car. Once I'm out of the car, we make our way into the crowded police station. Sensing my level of anxiety, she does the talking.

She approaches the officer at the desk. "Hi. We're looking for officer Daniels." she tells him, holding out her card.

He smiles and nods, pointing to the left. "Go down that hallway until you get to the elevator. She's on the 3rd floor...take a left once you get off the elevator...then you're going to take the first right, her office is the...4th door on the right. If you get lost, there will be officers upstairs to help you. I'll call her and let her know you're coming up."

"Great, thanks very much" Callie replies.

Once we get upstairs, it's even more crowded. I feel like everyone is looking at me and it makes me want to run out of here, if only I could move that fast.

"We're almost there" Callie assures me, as she leads us through the crowded and noisy part of the station.

She finds the right office, knocking softly on the open door. A female officer looks up from her desk, smiling at us. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm...Arizona Robbins..." I say weakly.

"An officer was at our house the other day questioning her, and left your card for her." Callie adds.

"Right. I wasn't expecting you so soon, but I'm glad you're here..." she gets up, gesturing to two chairs in front of her desk. "..please have a seat."

She shuts the door while we take our seats, before returning to the other side of the desk.

After a brief introduction, she looks at me sympathetically. "First of all, I would like to apologize for what happened the other day."

"It's okay.." I reply.

When Callie goes to speak, Officer Daniels speaks up. "It wasn't okay for them to talk to you like that, and push you to talk about it so fast... I'm sorry. I was supposed to be there, but was wrapping up another case. I'll be on this case from now on, so you won't have to deal with either of them..." she wheels over to a filing cabinet, opening a drawer and pulling out a folder, before returning to her spot in front of us. "...We received a lot of information from his son...so I'm going to ask you a few questions, just to see if we can confirm a few of the details..." she pulls out a photo, placing it in front of me. "...did you see this man at all, during the time you were with Jack Davis?"

I blink hard, as a tear falls out of my left eye. I look at the photo once more before looking down, wishing I could erase the memories of the few hours that I did see this man. I never told anyone about the night that he was there. Callie fails to stop the sharp intake of breath, before looking away, trying to act normal.

"Take your time...it's very important we ID this man correctly" Officer Daniels adds.

"I remember him..." I trail off, taking a moment to steady my breathing. "...on the second night..he was there..."

"Umm..." Callie says.

"Is something wrong?" Daniels asks her.

"He's a crooked cop..." Callie blurts out. "...well I mean I heard he was...is...he apparently helped my ex boyfriend get out of doing jail time for abusing me.." she rambles nervously, before turning to me. "...what did he do to you?"

I look to the officer, who nods kindly for me to answer. When I hesitate, Callie takes my hand for comfort.

"He was at the motel, on the second night..."

"Can you tell me what happened when he was there?"

"He showed up at around 9 pm maybe...he brought cocaine with him. Him and Jack threw beer cans and cigarette butts at me...one of the cans was crushed, and cut my head...they held me down..." I pause to wipe the tears with the tissue the officer has given me. "...they punched and slapped me in the face, they burnt me with cigarettes because they were asking me a question that I couldn't answer...and until Jack's son returned from wherever he was...they...sexually assaulted me...both of them..."

I look over to Callie, whose trying her best to avoid eye contact. I'm sensing that she's probably hoping that I don't notice the look of horror on her face.

"It's okay..." Officer Daniels says kindly. "...you can stop there if you want. I understand how hard it is for you, for both of you. I wanted to ask you though...if you knew where this man went when he left?"

"I'm sorry.." I shake my head. "...I...I don't know."

"Where were you originally from?" She asks Callie.

"Boston" Callie replies.

The officer jots down some notes, before turning her attention back to me. "Before I forget...what was it that they were asking you?"

I can't say this in front of Calliope..she'll just blame herself...

"Do you want me to leave the room?" Callie asks.

"I...I'm just...not sure if you want to hear this..." I reply, stopping at the sound of a knock at the door.

Another officer who I don't recognize enters the room with a pile of papers and a recorder. "Daniels...these just came in..." he places the papers and recorder on her desk in front of her. "...thought you'd like to take a look at them."

"Do we know where they came from?" She asks, flipping through pages upon pages of printed out e-mails.

He shakes his head. "Nope. Whoever it was asked not to be identified. Someone is looking out for these two ladies."

"Okay...will you.." Officer Daniels picks the photo of the supposed Boston police officer, handing it to her fellow officer. "...get this photo out...see if he's still in Seattle. If he is, bring him in. If not, contact Boston PD and see what information you can get on him. We can't have this guy walking the streets."

He nods, exiting the room. "Sure thing, I'll get back to you as soon as I know something."

After answering a few more questions, we head back to the first floor. Calliope stayed with me the whole time, listening to me describe some of the details of each day and night, all of the abuse I went through, the things that were said. She held my hand, and tried to hide her horrified facial expression, to maintain her composure for me.

Officer Daniels makes Callie wait outside of the small room she leads me into, on the other side of a tinted glass window. On the other side, a guard leads six men, each with a number. Before they even turn to face forward, I know which one he is.

She presses a button. "Number one, please step forward and say the line given to you"

I barely pay attention to one, two and three, because my focus is on him.

When it's his turn, he steps forward and says his line. Chills run through my body at the memory of being told he'd kill me if I made a sound.

Tears form in my eyes, and I swallow hard, trying to keep myself from losing it. "t...that's him...number four...that's him..."

Although I know that he can't see me, I begin to back as far away as I can from the glass. I take a few steps back, wiping the tears from my eyes. "Umm...are we done? Can I go now?" I ask.

She nods, making her way over to me. "Of course...you did great..." she leads me out of the room "..I know this is extremely hard for you. We can end here today, but I will need to speak with you again before the trial starts. The part that you have to testify..."

"I have to testify?" I ask nervously, though I already know the answer.

Knowing this was coming doesn't make it any easier. This time, he will be able to see me. He'll be able to watch me, while I tell a room full of strangers what he did to me.

Callie and another officer approach.

"Can I please take her home now?..." Callie asks, placing a hand on my lower back. "...she's had a really long few days, and needs to take it easy."

"Of course.." Officer Daniels replies. "...you have my card. I'm thinking we should be back in touch by Monday or Tuesday...the part of the trial that we'll need Arizona to testify during, will begin Thursday."

Callie continues doing the talking, before leading me outside and away from the commotion of the busy police station.

As we step outside I breathe a sigh of relief. One step of the many baby steps I will have to take, is over and done with.

To Be Continued...

A/N: This chapter did come out a lot differently than I had planned (which is why it took so long to write) because I ended up wanting to skip over the majority of certain sad details. I do know this is sad, because as I've said it's hard to write as well. This will not be like this forever...and the happy ending won't come in just one chapter...there will be a point in this story where happiness is there to stay. Those wanting happiness, it will definitely come. So, that being said...I hope people continue to read. I'm going to start slight time jumps to get through most of the legal stuff, so that there will be more C/A one on one conversations, and interaction with their friends. Thanks for the faves, alerts, and reviews. They always mean a lot. I'm aiming for another chapter either tonight, or some time tomorrow...hope you stay tuned =)