4 days later...

Mikey's POV

I'm finally out of the hospital, but unsure of where to go. My medical bills were paid in cash, with all of the money I had left, that was paid by my cousin, to help me. My cousin who won't answer any more of my calls, leaving me with no where to stay. The majority of the large sum of money that is left in my bank account, doesn't even belong to me. Therefore, I won't spend money that was paid to my father, to end the life of one of the most amazing people I've ever met. The only money that was spent at all, was spent to save her life. In the short time I got to spend with her, she changed my life in ways that I could never describe.

As I walk the streets of Seattle, ending up by the park, my thoughts drift to Arizona. I wonder how she is doing, and if she'll ever be able to forgive me for all of the things that happened to her, when I wasn't there. Each time I went out, my level of anxiety was out of control. I did everything I had to as fast as I could so that I could get back to her before it was too late. While I'm not the one who hurt her, I feel partially responsible for some of the abuse she suffered at the hands of my father, when I wasn't there to make him stop.

My thoughts also drift back to my childhood. How my brother and I were removed from the house twice my social services. Why we were ever returned, is beyond me. I remember the many drunken nights in my house, where my father used us as bunching bags, and my mother did nothing. In a sense, there was nothing that she could do. If she did, she would get it worse than us. When he finally passed out drunk, my mother would put us to bed. Most nights, she stayed with us in our room. The only love we ever knew, was from her. For years I had a family, a severely broken family. Now, I have no one. I don't know which is better, because once loneliness fully sinks in, it's one of the worst feelings in the world.

After a half hour of staring off into space, I hear police radios. I turn to the left to see three police officers approaching the park bench.

"Michael Davis..." one of them speaks up. "...we've been looking for you. You'll need to come with us, now!"

Before I even have a chance to respond, one officer takes my back pack while the other two lift me off the bench and grab the upper part of my un injured arm.

"What the hell is going on?..." I ask. They ignore me, continuing to drag me through the park until we reach the cruisers, and they force me into one. "...take it easy I just had two surgeries!"

Once we arrive at the police station, they bring me into a room that has nothing in it but a table and two chairs.

Two of the officers exit the room, leaving me alone with officer Kent.

"Have a seat, you're going to be here a while!" he demands.

I take a seat across from him, my eyes never leaving his. "You want to tell me why I was dragged in here right after I get out of the hospital?"

"I don't answer to you, you answer to me..." he opens a folder, taking out a piece of paper and places it on the table in front of me. "...would you care to explain why the money is in your bank account, if you had nothing to do with it?"

I quickly glancing over a print out of my bank statement, before looking back at him. "I didn't have anything to do with it...it's there because my father no longer has a bank account...he didn't want to be found...I swear...I had nothing to do with it. I didn't have a choice...he knew all my account information...look, I...I know how this looks..."

He glares at me in disbelief, before pulling out several photos of me from videos. "Okay...what you failed to tell us was that you would be seen withdrawing money...and then again here.." he places a photo of me purchasing the gun, in front of me. "...purchasing this gun. Are you still going to tell me you had nothing to do with it?"

"I...I didn't...I told you I didn't.."

"You never...hurt her in any way?" he asks, interrupting me. He glares at me, probably hoping that he's scaring me. Little does he know, I don't scare easily at all, after all I've been through.

"I never touched her.." I answer, maintaining eye contact. "...I bought the gun to protect her...because he tried to rape her."

"You never slapped her, punched her...or kicked her..." he stands up, slamming his hands on the table. "...or burnt her...look me in the eyes, and tell me you never did anything to her."

"I never hurt her!..." I shout. "...ask her yourself I never laid a hand on her."

"We did ask her...is she saying no because she's afraid of you?"

"I would never do anything to hurt her, and no...it's not because she's afraid of me.." I reply, my eyes never leaving his. "...it's because I didn't do anything except help her. She told you the truth, and I'm telling you the truth now."

General POV

Officer Amy Daniels stands on the other side of the room where Mikey is being questioned. He doesn't know she's there, but she can hear and see everything that's happening. She watches in disgust as her fellow officer continues to question him.

Inside the room, Officer Kent continue to drill Mikey with questions, showing him photos of injuries that he swears he didn't cause. When Mikey puts one of his hands on his head.

She enters the room. "Detective, a word please!" she demands.

He slips out of the room, closing the door behind him. "What's up?"

She quickly glances back into the room, watching him push the pictures away.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She asks.

"Come on, you can't tell me that you don't think he had something to do with it! I swear it was him on that recording that was dropped off yesterday, trying to get their location for Louis. Now that plan A has failed and she's home again, they're going to plan B. Someone wants these two women to suffer and I don't believe that he has nothing to do with it..."

She shakes her head, handing him a print out of graphs, showing the difference in the voices. "Mikey's voice isn't on that tape. It was Louis, and an unidentified male. We ran the software three times just to be sure, it's not ran it against a recording of his voice, the pitches don't match. The voice on that tape is deeper than his."

"If that's the case then there was probably a tap on the phone line, no one can really do that except the police..." he trails off.

She shakes her head. "Anyone with money can, anyone with connections...you know that. Point is, someone is looking out for these two, because why would either of these two men send us the tape. If anything, Mikey might know who is on that tape...but doesn't have anything to do with it. The printed out e-mails contained pictures of both of them, so...someone has been following them, but I can assure you it wasn't him."

"He had to have had something to do with it, you saw how many injuries she has..." He protests.

"It's already been ruled out. He had nothing to do with this. Now, if you want to question him then fine, but don't piss him off in the process or he isn't going to talk. We need him to talk, do you know how many people this kid could put behind bars? He's got a lot of dirt on a lot of criminals...three of which we already know are still in Seattle and were involved in 7 of the reported rapes, in the two weeks leading up to her abduction... the three men that were supposed to help his father. We already have proof, because of the e-mails and phone records. They never showed up, because Jack knew we were on to him and panicked, he wanted to get it done faster...but, Mikey helped her and he can prove their involvement...we can get them for that, as well as the rapes, we need to make sure these two women are safe...and it's not going to happen by this kid shutting down. So, please...be respectful. We have a victim whose far too traumatized to remember, or talk about a lot of things, this kid is our only hope."

He nods "Yes ma'am.." he enters the room, to resume his questioning.

Arizona's POV

Flash back to previous night...

"Arizona please wake up.." Callie pleads, gently shaking me.

I hear her voice, faded in the back round of my nightmare. While I hear her trying to wake me up, I slowly begin to come out of my non peaceful slumber.

"It's just a bad dream. I'm right here with you, you're safe...please wake up" she tries again, before I slip further back into my nightmare.

"Get off of me!.." I cry. I kick, scream, and wiggle, trying to break free from him. "...You're hurting me. Please...stop!"

"Don't touch me...please...stop" I plead again.

Once I am free, I see light, through the darkness of my eyes being closed. I begin to come out of my nightmare, at the realization that I am home in my bed. I open my eyes, squinting from the light of the bedroom until my eyes adjust. When I roll over, Callie is holding her right eye.

"Are you okay?" She asks.

"W...what happened. Did I hit you? I'm so sorry..." I begin to panic.

After three soft knocks on the bedroom door, Callie uncovers her eye, keeping it shut. "Come in"

A half asleep Teddy enters the bedroom, squinting while her eyes adjust to the light. "Are you two okay? I heard screaming in here..."

"She just had a nightmare..." Callie replies, getting out of bed. "...can you stay with her for a minute? while I..." she trails off, gesturing to the bathroom across the hall.

Teddy nods. "No problem.."

When Callie exits the room, I sit up, looking around in confusion.

"Arizona, are you okay?" Teddy asks. She takes a seat on the edge of the bed.

I shake my head. "I...I think I hit her...I hit her Teddy...I hurt her..the one thing we always promised each other we would never do.."

"You had a nightmare. It wasn't your fault... you didn't know what you were doing. Don't beat yourself up over this. I know she is going to tell you the same thing."

Callie enters the bedroom again. Teddy says goodnight, before leaving and closing the door behind her.

I notice the small red mark under her eye, where I elbowed her, and begin to cry. We lay back down and I turn away from her.

"Im so sorry Calliope..."

She turns the light off and covers us up, before closing the gap between us. She tries to hold me, and I try to push her hand away. "p..please don't...I'll just hurt you again.."

She refuses to give up, and wraps her arm around me. "Please stop trying to push me away. I know you didn't mean to hit me. You had a nightmare and you didn't have control over what happened. I know it's not your fault."

"Calliope, please..."

"No Arizona, I'm not letting you push me away. Just let me hold you, please" she pleads.

I stir in her arms, rolling over so that I'm on my back. She slides her arm under my neck, scooting closer. She loosely wraps her other arm around my mid section. I shift my head over, using her shoulder as a pillow.

"I'm really sorry.."

"Shhh it's okay baby. I know you didn't mean to..." she assures me. She lifts her head up, bringing her lips to mine for a goodnight kiss before settling back down. "..I love you"

"I love you too"

end of flashback

"Arizona?..." Callie calls, bringing me out of my daze. She takes a seat on the couch next to me. "...are you okay? I hope you don't feel bad about last night..."

I turn my head to the left, noticing the very small bruise under her eye. "I feel terrible.."

She scoots closer, opening her arms. "Come here..." she softly rubs my back, while I rest my head on her chest. "...please...please don't feel bad, okay? Please..."

"Do you forgive me?"

She kisses the top of my head. "Of course I do. Just promise me that you won't blame yourself anymore okay?"

I nod against her chest. "Okay"

She runs her fingers through my hair, rocking be back and fourth ever so slightly. We enter a very comfortable silence for a few moments, as I relax in her embrace.

The sound of my phone ringing, ruins a quiet and peaceful moment for heavily, I pull back and reach for my phone. Grabbing it off the coffee table in front of me, I see Officer Daniels' number flashing across the screen.

"Hello?"

"Hi. This is Officer Daniels, I'm returning your call from yesterday, I was wondering if I could ask you a few more questions."

"Sure...do we want to do this today?"

"Yes, as soon as possible would be better."

"Okay..." I trail off.

"I can come to you if that would be easier" She offers kindly.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"It's not a problem, I have your address right here. I can be there in about ten minutes, if that's okay with you."

"That's fine. Thank you."

"You're very welcome. See you in a few."

I hang up the phone, sighing heavily and leaning back onto the couch. Callie stretches her arm across the back of the couch, allowing me to rest my head on her chest.

"Are you okay?" She asks.

"I'm just so...exhausted...I don't want to go through all of this. They want me to answer more questions...so, she is on her way over. Then..I have to go to court the day after tomorrow...I'm just so sick of it all, I want it to go away..."

"I'm going to get you through this...all of it, I promise." Callie replies.

The sincerity and determination in her voice makes me want to cry, because if it wasn't for her, I know that I wouldn't be able to get through a single day of my life. While it seems next to impossible right now, I have to believe there is hope. Hope that I won't always have to feel this way.

I sigh in contentment, as she places my hand on her stomach. "How did I get so lucky? Do you know how amazing you are?"

"I ask myself the same thing every day, because you're pretty amazing yourself."

I lift my head off her shoulder and smile at her, showing her my dimples.

"and very beautiful..." She adds, smiling back at me. "..I love those dimples"

I close the gap between us, giving her two very soft but loving kisses. When we break from the kiss, I rest my head on her shoulder again. We spend the remainder of the time we have, feeling the baby kick, because it reminds us both of what we have to hold on to.

At the sound of a knock at the door, I groan in frustration. We both get off the couch, and make our way to the door. While I hesitate, Callie opens the door, revealing Officer Daniels.

Callie steps out of the way, gesturing for her to enter.

"We can use the kitchen table.." I point out.

Callie and I sit side by side, while she takes a seat on the other side of the table. She opens a folder, and begins going through papers.

"I wanted to start by asking you if you remembered any outgoing or incoming calls to his cell phone?"

"All I remember is that he was in touch with Lisa a lot...umm...I think I remember the names Paul and Ray, but that's it...can I ask why?"

She looks up from the papers, folding her hands on the table. "We have received some new information and we have reason to believe that there were other people that were going to be involved...what we think happened was that when Jack realized Callie and your friends weren't going to give up on you...he got scared and was going to...do it alone, also...he may have sensed that his son was turning on him, and wanted to keep his friends out of it. We believe they are still in the area, but have no leads as to where they are...yet, but we are questioning his son and hope that he will be able to help us."

"Oh..."

"We don't want either of you to worry. We have Officers driving around the area to make sure that nothing else will happen to either of you. I wanted to ask you though, if you could remember anything about what happened on the third day you were there?"

I look to Callie, silently questioning whether or not she wants to hear any of this. While I need her with me, I know that some of this isn't going to be pleasant to hear. Especially the part where I was naked and about to be raped. Much closer to having it happen than the first time he tried, which she has already heard about.

She nods and gives me a reassuring smile, not wanting to leave my side, knowing how hard this is going to be for me. She takes my hand in hers when I reach out for her. She rests our hands on her lap, softly rubbing the back of my hand with her thumb, for comfort. The simple gesture helps me find the strength to go over the last of the details that were not discussed the first time I met with the police officer.

Callie's POV

None of what she went through is easy to hear; but I always have to think about the fact that as hard as it is to hear, it's much harder on her, having actually gone through it. If I could take away all of what she feels, I would do it in a heartbeat. Since I can't do that, I'll continue to be everything she needs me to be. I'll talk her back to sleep after every nightmare, sit up and watch a movie with her when she can't sleep. Whatever she needs to get through this.

I sit here with her for the second time since her attack, as she goes over every detail with the Officer, trying her hardest to get through it.

By the time she is done talking, I wipe the few tears that managed to escape, while I was trying my hardest not to lose it in front of her.

The police officer, gives both of us a sympathetic smile. She turns her attention to Arizona, and takes a deep breath before speaking.

"I'd like to thank you for all of your cooperation, I know this was extremely hard for you, to have to talk about what you went through. I also feel that I must tell you...that this trial is going to be a long and tiring process. This case is...a mess...one of the biggest I've seen in a long time...because of his criminal record, the press is going to be all over this one. He'll probably end up doing time in several states. I will be in court on the day that you are there, to give my statement. As it looks right now, I think you will only need to be there one day...which would be Friday. With all of the information you were able to give me, I'm very hopeful that he will never see the light of day again."

"So, I only have to go one day?" Arizona asks.

Officer Daniels nods. "Yes. I was able to get in for a brief meeting with the DA and the Judge on the day that he was arraigned. I don't think it's going to do you any good while you're trying to recover, if you have to keep reliving everything, and they understand that. So, I'll be there until the trial is over..I have all the necessary information to testify. I can let you know what happens if you'd like."

Arizona sniffles, wiping a few tears from her eyes. "What about Lisa?"

"It's very hard to tell. At this point, I do know that she is being held without bail. But because part of this is out of our jurisdiction, It's possible that she could be transported back to Massachusetts. She violated a restraining order that was issued there, which could possibly get her about 2-3 years. She also plotted to the death of someone else, and she was in that location when she did so...she could be looking at 15-20 years depending on how they want to handle it. We have plenty of solid evidence against her, it's just a matter of whether or not it's 'our' case now."

Arizona sighs heavily. When her bottom lip begins to quiver, I remove my hand from hers, placing it on her upper back to rub soft circles. "You're going to be okay. Neither of them can hurt you anymore. We're going to get you through this."

Officer Daniels gives her a reassuring smile. "It sounds like you have a lot of support here at home, which is very important..." she reaches into the pocket of her shirt, pulling out a card and handing it to Arizona. "...this is an organization we work very closely with. They offer couples counseling and or group therapy for victims of domestic violence, sexual assault and rape. The organization is run by a close friend of mine. If you feel the need to, you can give her a call and she would be more than happy to help you...both of you. I know this is hard on both of you."

Arizona nods. "Thank you..."

Officer Daniels stands up. "I think we're done, so I'll give you some peace and quiet. Once again thank you very much for your cooperation. We'e built a good case against both of them and I'm very certain that they will both do quite a bit of time. I know it won't help you heal any faster, but you will get justice."

We stand up, walking her to the door.

"Thank you very much for coming to us, it's been very hard on her." Callie says, while opening the door.

"I understand. It's no problem. I will see you both on Friday."

"You'll keep me updated?" Arizona asks.

"Of course. As soon as I have any information, I'll be in touch. " Officer Daniels replies.

Next Night...

11:30 PM

I wake from a dreamless sleep, only to find the spot beside me empty.

I feel around for her "Arizona?"

The sound of water running in the bathroom catches my attention. I get out of bed, and make my way across the hall. I can tell by the light underneath the bathroom door that she is in there. I crack the bathroom door open as she's splashing cold water on her face.

I hand her a face cloth, so she can dry her face "Arizona, are you okay?...what's wrong?"

"I'm...fine.." she dries her face, and sighs heavily as she turns around to face me. "...I just couldn't sleep. I didn't want to wake you up, but I guess I did any way...I'm sorry."

I shake my head. "I woke up on my own...I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Are you nervous about Friday?"

She nods sadly, before shifting her gaze to the floor. I close the gap between us, taking the last few steps towards her.

When I reach out and try to touch her face, she flinches slightly. I pull away, realizing that my movements were too fast. "I'm sorry..I didn't mean to scare you..."

She reaches down for my hand, slowly bringing it up and holding it to her cheek.

Her teary blue eyes meet my brown ones. "I'm not afraid of you..." she assures me. "...I'm just.."

"I know baby, I know..." I slowly move forward, brushing my lips against hers. I break from the lingering kiss, and wipe the lone tear from her right eye. "...do you want to try coming back to bed?"

"yeah..."

Once we're in bed, I take her in my arms. I hold her like any other night since she's been home, hoping that she feels a sense of safety and security.

"I love you..." I whisper, placing a kiss on her cheek, before resting my head on the pillow. "..I love you so much."

What she's been through has changed a lot of things for her, and for me as well. But the one thing it can never change, is how much I love her.

Next Night

7:30 PM

Heading down the hall to check on Arizona, I hear a knock at the door. I turn around, scrambling to the door as fast as I can to open it.

"Addison? What are you doing here?"

"I needed to talk to Arizona..." She replies, entering the apartment. Why wouldn't Arizona talk to me?

"About what?" I ask, closing the door and locking it.

"No idea. She's the one that called me.." she replies, heading down the hall to the bedroom.

I trail behind her. "Why wouldn't she talk to Teddy...or me...or...what's going on?"

"Teddy isn't home.." she replies. She turns around, giving me a teasing smile. "...you live here, I kind of figured you'd notice she wasn't home.."

The bedroom door opens, and Arizona pulls Addison in. As I try and stop the door from shutting, another knock sounds at the front door.

What the hell is going on around here?

I open the door, revealing one of the last people I ever expected to see.

"Jenna? What are you doing here?"

To Be Continued...

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