A/N: This is the chapter you all have been waiting for. The reason I took so long to upload this is because I wanted to make sure I got this chapter right. Anyway, without making you wait any longer, here you go!

Chapter 9: Calliope

Five years ago

The room is too dark to see anything clearly, but I can still see a couple of chairs thrown around the place, a huge table that was overturned which would make a great hiding place and a few nick knacks that were scattered here and there. I looked down at my vest to make sure it was properly secured around my torso. I checked my gun to make sure everything was in order and only then I proceeded.

The only light in the room was coming from the sliding glass doors that lead to the patio. It wasn't much but it was enough. I had to play by the ear if I wanted to be victorious and I definitely wanted to be victorious.

Suddenly, I heard a noise as if someone dropped something. That was my clue. I knew exactly what I had to do. I quietly tip toed towards the table. This had to be the place where the noise came from, but I had to be extra careful, I didn't want anyone to hear me approaching.

I heard some more rustling coming from the table.

Yes, my suspicion was right.

I quickly hid behind a chair that was by the table. The chair wasn't too big so I had to lie down behind it so that I was completely hidden and I stayed hidden. I waited for someone to peep from the table, that would tell me the exact location, but I wasn't so lucky. I waited for a while before I quietly crawled out and approached the table.

I couldn't go in blind, I needed to know from which end I should approach the table. That's when it hit me, I removed my left glove and gently took off the dog tag that I had wrapped around my hand. I took the last steps towards the table and threw the dog tag towards one of the openings and snuck behind the table through the other end.

There she was facing towards the dog tag with her back towards me.

"Gotcha!" I yelled as I fired.

"That's not fair!" Arizona shouted as my laser hit her jacket.

"Na ah! Who said I couldn't use my dog tag to distract you?" I asked as I unbuckled my laser tag jacket and removed it, placing it on the nearby counter along with the gun.

It was Arizona's idea that we should play laser tag in the house. God! Where does she get such ideas! Of course, I told her that I didn't want to, but then she challenged me. She told me how good she was and how she had been playing it since she was twelve and how she was an undefeated champion.

Undefeated champion my ass! That was almost too easy.

Arizona gently pulled me down towards her as she leaned in to kiss me. I closed my eyes as I felt her hands going around my waist pulling me towards her. I gently lifted her legs and put them on top of me as she broke the kiss.

"I don't want to ever see this off your hand" she whispered against my lips as she wrapped her dog tag onto my hand, where it belonged, before she lifted my hand and kissed my wrist just below the tag.

"Now that we are engaged, when are we telling our families about us?" I asked as I rested my hands on her shoulders.

About a week ago Arizona proposed to me. Okay, not getting down on one knee and asking me to marry her but more like she told me that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with me. Of course, I said yes, but then she said that she screwed it up and that she didn't have a ring, she didn't plan anything. But then Arizona removed one of her dog tags and offered it to me as an engagement ring. She took out Timothy's tag and wrapped the one with her name on my wrist while she wore Tim's on another chain.

In the moment, it was ridiculously hot and romantic and it also saved us from having to explain to my family why suddenly I was wearing an engagement ring.

"Soon. I know my dad wouldn't mind, but yours? He hates me"

"It will take some convincing but he'll get on board. I'm his baby girl, he loves me more than he hates you"

"Does he now?" Arizona asked as I felt her lowering me on to the ground as she pressed her lips onto mine.

Present day

It's funny that life finds its way and manages to surprise you when you least expect it. I'm standing here, elbow deep in some poor kid who didn't know better and she's there, staring at me with her intense blue eyes.

"Callie?" she whispered.

I wasn't sure if she was surprised to see me or she feared me. The mask gave away very little for me to figure out what she felt or what she was thinking.

I never thought I'd ever hear my name on her lips, but I finally love life. She was alive.

Alive.

I didn't kill her. That was a relief, it felt as if a huge boulder had been lifted from my chest, I did not kill the love of my life. She was standing here after all these years with a pink scrub cap on her head, but nonetheless she was standing in front of me and not lying six feet under.

She was alive and doing well and she looked amazing. I mean I couldn't really tell because of the scrubs and the gown that she had on made her look like a little blue blob. But she was here. There were a few lines on her forehead that weren't there before, but her eyes were exactly like I remembered them to be. Blue, bright, they were mesmerizing trying to pull me closer to her, but there was something missing in them that I couldn't pin-point. I mean they looked the same, but there was something different about them, about the way they felt when she looked at me.

Nevertheless, I missed her. Even though I wasn't really sure if she was alive, I wished I could look into her eyes again.

I almost felt a smile creeping on my face.

Five years ago

I got a call from one of dad's associates to come by his house as soon as possible. It was my dad's right-hand person Erica Hanh, she taught me everything I knew about shooting and fighting, I trusted her so, when she said that my dad needed me, I picked up my keys and drove towards my father's house.

I called Arizona letting her know that my dad had some work and he needed me, so not to wait up, but the calls kept on going to voicemail. I guess she's busy with work as well.

Erica sounded worried on the phone and Erica was never worried. Erica and I got closer when she taught me all the skills I know, but I could tell that she looked at me like a friend, rather a sister. I just wished I found a person like her. Then about a year later I met Arizona and Erica was the last thing on my mind.

Arizona made me feel complete, like I had a purpose. She supported me when I felt weak and celebrated with me in all of my victories.

I didn't bother driving to the parking lot, I parked the car to the main door, bursting in and started running. That's when I saw all the bullets decorating the wall.

Something had gone horribly wrong here. I ran inside to find my father.

That's when I saw Arizona.

Arizona never told me she was coming here, but that wasn't what surprised me, she had her gun out as she held onto an older man.

I walked in closer to her, that's when I saw my dad lying on the floor with a bullet in his chest. He was lying right across from Arizona.

Arizona shot my dad.

She betrayed me. The love of my life had broken my heart in the worst way possible. I had warned her that if she played me, I'd shoot her. I didn't even realize when my hand reached for my gun. I removed it from my holster and I pointed it at her.

It was her face that told me that my gun was out. She was looking at me apologizing as tears made their way down her face and suddenly, she broke her eye contact to look at the thing in my hand, my gun.

She was about thirty feet away from me, but my marksman skills were pretty good. I aimed the gun at her heart. I didn't even know what I was doing until I heard a gunshot, it was my gun.

For a brief second my eyes focused on the smoke that was coming out of the gun and then looked back at Arizona, only she wasn't standing where I last saw her. She was lying on the floor gasping for air. My knees gave out and I landed on the floor beside my father crying my heart out.

Present day

The surgery went well, I got the boy stabilized and left the OR and made my way towards the changing room as soon as I could. The residents can take care of the patient. All I knew was that I couldn't bear to be in the OR for even a second longer than I absolutely have to. I felt betrayed, hurt and all of those emotions that I had kept buried deep down.

I needed to get out more than I needed to breathe. I took a seat on the before I pulled off my scrub cap and freed my hair from the twist I had it in as I sank onto the couch and cradled my head in my hands.

Arizona shot my dad, I cannot let myself become distracted, not when I have rebuilt my reputation and found something I truly love. Surgery was my priority. Orth needed my attention and that was what I was going to do. There are several places to hide out in this giant hospital and I was willing to do just that until either of us left.

I heard the door opening and saw her on the other end. I quickly got up and tried to compose myself. I was glad that my emotions hadn't gotten the best of me, that I hadn't broken down. I know it was about to happen, but I would like it, if it wasn't here.

She killed my father, that's why I killed her. She should have been dead instead, she's standing here, very much alive.

Arizona took a few steps forward opening her arms, trying to hug me. But I didn't want to touch her. I didn't want her to think that I had forgiven her for killing my father in cold blood.

I put my hand up and shook my head, that's when I heard someone coming towards the changing room before the door opened.

"Alright Callie! I see you've already met Blondie" Mark said as he leaned against the door.

Arizona looked at him and then at me and waited for me to talk, to do something "Mark, can you… can you give us a minute?"

"Umm sure, I'll be in my office" Mark replied as he closed the door behind him.

I didn't know what to do. Mark clearly knew her. God! Is she the Peds surgeon he tried to set me up with? Is she Teddy's friend? That friend who liked donuts? Why didn't I get ahead of this before? I was a strategist for the Mafia, it was my job to always be prepared and avid situations like these.

That's when a scarier thought crossed my mind, what if Arizona has a gun and shoots me? Or worse she shoots Mark just to get back at me. What if she's here to finish what I started? I have to do something.

"You still don't know, do you?" Arizona asks as she takes a few steps towards me and puts a hand on my waist.

"Shut up, I don't want to talk to you" I replied as I removed her hand from my hips, ignoring the way my body suddenly feels alive after being touched by her.

I didn't want Mark or anyone else to come in here, so I quickly crossed the room and put my ear on the door. Knowing my best friend, it was possible that he was on the other end of the door. but I don't hear anything but regular hospital sounds. The last thing I want is to explain to the others is what Arizona and I were doing a room.

I turned around to see her staring into my eyes. She was standing too close to me, way to close.

"Do you mind?" I asked as I took a few steps away from her.

"Umm, the long hair suits you" she said as she maintained eye contact with me, was that what she was looking at?

"Turn around" I ordered and waited for her.

"What, why?"

"I need to pat you down. Mark doesn't know about my past and I don't want him to ever find out" I explained as I watched her turning around.

"Callie, you know me. I would never bring a gun to a hospital"

"Do I though?" I retaliated, but Arizona remained quiet.

My eyes fell on her butt and immediately I felt my cheeks heating up. Come on Callie, get a grip over yourself. I took a couple of steps towards her and started my search.

"I can strip if you want me too, I don't mind" Arizona said as she lightly shoved her butt towards me.

"Stay still, and I think I told you to shut up"

Thankfully she listened and did not utter a single word. I patted her around her collar, her shoulders, her back and her hips before I turned her around. Her breathing had noticeably deepened. I didn't mean to turn him on, I was just ensuring my safety.

I patted her around her breasts to look for any hidden blades she might have had on her. They were just as I remembered them to be, soft and inviting even through the rough material of the scrubs, her breasts felt nice in my hands. I forced myself to continue checking her for weapons, even though I wanted to touch her, to claim her nipples by my fingers, by my lips.

What was that? I pulled her scrub top down as my eyes landed on a small circle that I was sure wasn't there before along with a straight line that ran down it. It wasn't as prominent as the circle but it was there.

That's when it clicked, the line was because of the incision the doctors made and the circle was where I had shot her, a ring of pink right on her heart. I felt myself running my fingers over it. I looked down at Arizona and saw that her eyes were shut. There was nothing but pain on her face. My hair slightly ruffled with every breath she took.

She slowly grabbed my hand that was on her chest and spun me around.

"It's my turn now" Arizona whispered right into my ear.

I felt goosebumps lining my body as she said those words, her lips gently touched my ear as she spoke. She started patting my back and my hips. I wasn't wearing much. I had the same outfit as her in fact.

But I still couldn't help but feel incredibly turned on as she touched me. I had been craving her touch for a while now that I couldn't help but close my eyes when her hands touched my thighs or rather the edge of my shorts.

She then turned me around by my shoulders as her hands went to the back of my head.

Umh.

Shit! I hope I didn't say that out loud. Arizona was running her hands through my hair. She gently pressed her hands on the base of my head as they traveled towards my ears, my weak spot. The spot that literally made me beg for her.

I gently gasped for air. Why was I so turned on? I hated her. That's when I realized that she hadn't yet patted me on my chest. If her hand in my hair got me so wild, what would her hands on my breasts do to me?

That's when I opened my eyes, I saw her looking down at me. She was turned on too, I could see it.

That's the face she made right before we had sex. Honestly, if she reached up to kiss me, I wouldn't mind. I might actually kiss her back too.

"I'm done," she replied.

"What? But you didn't check my-"

"Do you want me to?" Arizona smirked. It was all a game to her wasn't it? I saw her eyes dipping below my neck as she bit her lip. I couldn't breathe. I wanted her and the only thing keeping me away from her was… her

"Callie, I… I don't want to touch you if you don't want me to. So, will I be wrong if I said that I trust you and that you are not hiding anything" I watched as her throat moves as she swallows "there"

I gently shock my head. I cannot let her have this power on me, but at the same time…

Arizona's hands were still on my shoulder, all I would have to do is take a step towards her and we'd be hugging. Just a little step, that's all it would take and I'd feel all of her against all of me.

"Hey there you are" Teddy said as she entered the room "What are you guys doing here?"

Arizona immediately dropped her hands from my shoulders as the both of us turned to face Teddy. Umm, that's an interesting question. What exactly are we doing here?

"I was telling Callie about the case we just worked on" I heard Arizona said as he quickly turned to me "So the patient is in recovery if you want to go check on him"

"Yes, thank you for telling me Arizona" I said hoping that it sounded normal.

"Oh…kay, we're planning to go to Joe's. Mark and Owen already left" Teddy said as she looked at me and then at her "Arizona? Callie? You guys coming?"

"Umm, yeah" Arizona replied as Teddy shut the door behind her. Suddenly, Arizona turned towards me "I won't go to Joe's if that makes you uncomfortable"

"So now you care about me?" I asked as I crossed my arms.

"Callie please will you let me just-"

"No, you don't get to justify yourself and for the sake of our friends, lets just pretend we don't know each other okay?" I said as I left the room without waiting for a reply.

I need a drink. But mostly, I needed to get her out of my head.

A/N: Is this chapter rated M? I don't think so, but I definitely felt so. If you know what I mean *wink wink.