Chapter 50: Baby Boy

Arizona's POV

It had been five hours since Isla took our son and so far, we had not really heard from the police. We did not really know what to do so we tried to look for ourselves but so far, the results were not very conclusive.

At one point, the three of us went back to my parent's house to call the police once more and to print out wanted posters that we could pass out on the streets to see if anyone had seen them.

I went straight to the office to print the documents while my wife called the police officer in charge of Will's disappearance. A few moments later, she came over to me and hugged me.

"What did the cops tell you?"

"Captain Sween told me that he was following up on several fairly serious leads and that he would call us back soon to let us know if he had anything."

"Arizona," Calliope said to reassure me, "I promise you it will get better. Do not worry, you will not lose our son. Our son is not your brother! We will find him. I'll call my dad, he has a lot of contacts in the FBI."

This woman was truly the only person who could always tell me what I needed to hear. She was my guardian angel and always managed to protect me, to protect all of us.

"You know," Callie continued, "I will always do everything I can to keep the three of you safe. You are my priorities."

"Thank you for being here."

"Well, I'm going to go see how Sofia is doing and then I'll go hand out our wanted notices!"

"Do you want me to go with you to hand out the wanted posters?"

"No, one of us has to stay home if the cops call here."

Callie's POV

After this short time with my wife, I decided to go to my daughter's room to see how she was doing. As I walked in, I saw that she was sitting on her bed with her eyes closed and her lips moving.

"Are you praying, honey?" I asked as I sat down next to her.

"Yes, Mom. I'm asking Dad to protect Will."

"Are you talking to your dad?"

"Yes, you always told me that when we pray, we talk to God and you also always told me that my Daddy is sitting next to God and that he was protecting me from heaven."

"You're right," I said, "your father is protecting you. He's watching over you!"

I was very moved by what Sofia told me, Mark had to keep an eye on our daughter and Sofia had all the goodness of her father in her heart.

"Can Daddy protect William too?" My daughter asked me.

"Of course," I answered as a tear rolled down my cheek, "your Daddy watches over our whole family. He will always watch over all of us."

"In that case, I will pray even more, even harder."

"I am going to try to find your brother." I said as I left the room.

Captain Charles Sween's POV

The interview I had had with the psychologist who had followed Isla had been very instructive. She had especially told me something that made me think. She told me that Isla had a difficult childhood: her mother was a woman with severe psychiatric problems while her father was a notorious alcoholic. During her childhood, the only place where the little girl could feel safe was in her grandmother's small and isolated house.

I was very intrigued by this and when I got back to the office, I went to check what had happened to that little house. I discovered that the house still existed and that it still belonged to Isla. I really needed to check this place out because there was a good chance that she had come back to hide in a place where she felt safe growing up.

I asked two policemen to accompany me to this place, located twenty kilometers from the police station. We arrived in front of the little shack thirty minutes later. The house was located at the end of a small winding road, in the middle of a forest. When we arrived at the old gate in front of the house, we saw immediately that Isla's car was parked right in front of the house.

"This is definitely the right place." I said to detective Marx who was sitting next to me.

"Do you want me to ask for backup, Captain?" He asked.

"No, don't worry. From what the psychologist told me, she's not really a dangerous woman but she could become one if we are aggressive."

"What are you going to do? Negotiate with her for the kid's release?"

"No," I said, taking off my seatbelt and getting out of the car, "I've had a long talk with her psychologist. I am totally capable of understanding her."

"Be careful, captain."

As I entered the house, I heard crying in the house. I walked through the house following the crying to a small room where she was sitting and trying to rock the baby, but it did not really work because the baby would not stop crying. When I came in the doorway, Isla turned to me and looked at me for a long time without saying a word.

"I don't know you," she ended up saying, "who are you?"

"You don't know me, but I know a lot about you."

"What do you know? I'm curious about what people know about me and what they think about the person I am."

"Most people are quite enthusiastic about you. You are considered as a loyal and kind person."

I tried to communicate in a soft voice to gain her trust, step by step, and to reassure her.

"You didn't tell me how you know me." She asked.

"I grew up around it."

"No kidding?" She said, visibly suspicious.

"My uncle had a house not far from here." I explained. "I used to come and play on the trampoline of the lady who lived here."

"You're right," she replied, starting to smile, "my grandmother used to let everyone play in her garden."

I had learned this information by talking to the psychologist.

"She was an extremely generous woman. In fact, I came here to say goodbye to her."

"My grandmother died a few years ago."

"I'm sorry," I said, pretending to be surprised.

We continued to talk for twenty minutes about Isla's grandmother's anecdotes. Nevertheless, the baby in her arms was crying more and more. I had to take care of him quickly. We could not stay in this situation for long.

"Is it your son?"

"Yes, it is."

"He cries a lot, are you sure he's okay? I'm a doctor and I know there's probably something wrong with him."

"What kind of problem?"

"He probably broke a bone or has a bit of a stomachache. Do you want me to hold him and check him out?"

"If you want." She said, handing me the little boy.

Callie's POV

I was still handing out pictures of my little boy when I got a call from my wife.

"Baby," said Arizona, "they found Will."

We went to the station to pick up our son. When we were finally able to hold this child, we hugged him and promised never to leave him again. Mark had succeeded at protecting my son!

Shortly after this incident, we decided to make New York our permanent home. This city had truly brought us together and would keep us together forever.