A/N: Yes! I am finally updating this! And yes, this is not a filler and yes, I have been good!

I literally had ABV sending me stories that weren't finished, then reminding me how it felt when I finished Burlesque and also frequently reminding me that I need to finish this story.

No, I don't have any free time on my hands to write this chapter, but then to be honest, I only get good ideas when I am overwhelmed with stuff to do! So, I have 12 submissions this month, with two course projects to complete and less than two weeks' time since it was announced to finish it, what does my brain do? It gives me ideas to write for Guns and scalpels.

Also, I got a new keyboard and the keys are really fresh and make this crisp sound wen I type so I'm particularly more excited to type!

Also, I finished my first 5K! Which was the highlight of the week.

So, without any further delay here you go!

Chapter 24: Arizona

Present day

The ride back to my place was silent with the occasional announcement made by my phone letting Callie know where my house was. What was I supposed to do? I had just woken up right next to her from a nightmare, sweating and crying and probably flailing my arms around and she just… She calmed me down and insisted that she drove me home.

She was driving her Thunderbird, the car that I have been in probably for a million times. But not for the past five years. It felt the same, but without this weird energy around it, that was probably me and not knowing what to say, but it looked the same. She had the same seats, the same rosery with an elegant cross that hung from the rearview mirror.

Wait, it almost looked the same. It was the same car I spotted a while ago in the hospital parking lot and had gone crazy that it was probably hers, but when I walked closer to inspect it for myself, I saw that it did not have that bump on it.

The bump that I had caused.

About five years ago

"Come on Callie, relax a little," I said as I steered to the left.

"Relax? You are driving my car, my baby! How could I relax!"

I came to a stop on the signal as I put my sunglasses on the top of my head and looked at her. It was a nice hot day in Miami so the both of us had decided to wear tops and tanks as we took a ride around.

I suggested that we take her car out for a spin, because she has the coolest car ever, whereas mine are geared more towards making a fast runaway.

With her cute little dark red tank top, Callie looked irresistible, plus the little peek I was getting of the girls contained in that lacy red bra, I loved it.

We were getting hit on left and right with old burly men, but we didn't mind, or well at least, I didn't. Callie was busy pouting.

She never let me drive her car and well she lost a tiny little bet I made that I could guess the color of her underwear. It was red, it was always red or well there were times when it was black, but it was always mostly red. Plus, if she was wearing a red bra, she was definitely wearing a red thong. It was easy, but knowing Callie and how competitive she can get, it was an easy bet to win.

So here we were, with me driving her car.

"So, you like the car more than me?" I asked.

Callie folded her arms as she looked ahead at the road.

"Babe!"

"Arizona, I have had her since I was sixteen, I just… I have seen how you are with cars."

"Are you calling me a bad driver?" I asked because that is what it sounded like.

"You are a great driver! The way you can cut people off, it's amazing, but please don't do that with her."

"Babe, we are not on the run, so trust me we will be fine!"

I took my right hand off of the steering wheel and placed it on her thigh as I watched Callie speaking. "But if anything happens to her," she started as I stroked her naked thigh as a wicked thought entered my mind.

"I know I know," I replied as I ran my fingers up her thigh to the hoops of her belt and eventually on the button of her shorts.

I managed to undo the button with my hand as I steered with the other making sure I knew where I was going.

"What are you doing?" Callie asked, but I tried to keep my face as neutral as possible.

"Watching the road, oh look at that," I gestured with my shoulder. Yes! She was distracted trying to find well, nothing. I gently parted her underwear and swiped my fingers against her lips.

"Arizona!"

"I am helping you relax babe."

"That is not- oh god," she moaned as I found her clit and started rubbing circles on it.

Yes, I have never had sex in a car before. Okay, that's a lie, I have had sex in a car before, but I was never the one doing the 'deed' and I was never driving. But the way, Callie had her eyes closed and hips thrusting against my hand, told me that even though she was fighting it, she was love it.

"You are right I should stop." I took a second to retract my hand, but Callie grabbed my wrist and pushed it against herself.

I took that opportunity and gently parted the lips of her sex before pushing my finger into her core. Callie's hands flew to the headrest as she closed her eyes.

As we reached our parking spot, I used my other hand to shift the gear to reverse and watched her as I inserted another finger into her and started pumping faster. My attention was on her and not on the mirror or on the poll behind me that it was too late to stop the car and it collided.

Callie's eyes flew open as I quickly slammed the break. I took out my hand that was in her pants, parked the car and quickly ran back to inspect the damage.

Shit! I just ruined her car. I was so careful throughout our drive and right when I was about to park, it collided against the lamppost. On no! I promised her that I won't damage her car. Callie too came back to look at what I had done. She crouched down as she ran her fingers through the bump.

"I am so sorry babe! I don't know what was going on. I should have paid better attention and god- I am so sorry!" Callie looked at me for a second before she started laughing. "Why are you laughing?" I asked.

"Look at your face!"

"Callie, I crashed your car! And I didn't mean to."

"Its okay" she said. Wait, what did she mean by it is okay?

"I will go get the bump fixed, or if you want, I can have my car guy come here and tow it so that I don't have to drive it."

"It's fine, I like it." What did she mean by she liked, knowing Callie and how much she loves her car, she is letting me get away with it?

"No, let me do this."

"Honestly, Arizona you just gave my car a personality and it makes for an awesome story."

I was shocked, why was she so relaxed? "Awesome story?"

"Yeah, you were busy getting me off that you totally missed a freaking pole!" She laughed as she got up and took my hand "Come let's go inside, maybe I can get you to relax now."

Present day

Callie parked her car before the two of us got out. She locked her car as I glanced at the spot where the bump used to be. "I still can't believe that you yelled at Mark when he fixed that bump for you," I said as we got into the elevator.

"Well," she started, but she simply shrugged.

"Did you really go crazy on Mark fixing the dent?"

Now I had her attention, "Not crazy, but yeah, I was upset."

I will never know why she never let me fix the bump. Like the car was magnificent and had a little mark on it, which was fixable. We were in the Mafia for Christ sakes! We had all the money in the world to fix that bump and make it new, like nothing ever happened. But Callie was strongly against it.

Well, until Mark decided to be a good Samaritan.

"It was a stupid mark on a gorgeous car, why were you so attached about?" I asked hoping that years later, she would finally give me a straight answer. The bump happened about a month before she… the other much more painful incident, why would she want to keep that bump even after all this time?

"It gave my car personality you know." Callie turned to me as she spoke.

It felt nice to be standing next to her even if it was for an elevator ride. It felt wonderful to get to smell the light whiff of her shampoo, to feel her presence surround me. This was what I used to come home to. Her going over some case file or her cooking up something delicious for us.

This was the life we should have ha, but instead, there it was. The pain against my chest. My hand flew up to my chest as I felt my bullet hole tighten.

I looked up to find Callie looking at me before she averted her gaze to floor as if she was ashamed, as if I caught her doing something she shouldn't have been doing. She was allowed to look at me, to look at me. I mean she hasn't seen it up close and honestly, I think that it is the ugliest part of me, but she shouldn't feel guilty about it.

At the moment, she did what she thought was right, she did what she had to do to save her dad, to save her family. I mean if she hadn't pulled out her gun and talked to me first, we would have been married by now, with a litter of little ones running around the house instead of this awkward mess.

"Calliope," I said as I tried to get her attention.

"It's Callie."

"But I like Calliope more and I finally got to know your real name."

"Well, I don't like it." She replied as she continued staring at the floor. The elevator stopped as I we quietly walked towards my apartment. However, Callie still refused to meet my eyes.

I unlocked the door and held it open for her. "Why? It sounds so beautiful."

She finally looked up at met my eyes. Callie looked upset. "My dad was the only one who used to call me that." She spoke.

There it was again the awkwardness, before the flood gates opened. "I'm sorry," I took her in my arms as she hung onto me and cried.

Its ridiculous that we literally hate each other but love each other so much and then end up unloading on each other.

"I miss him so much." She said as she continued crying.

I am not really sure what to do right now. This was the second time I was seeing her cry and never so badly. And it was literally because of me. For five whole years she thought that I killed her father, that I was the reason she was in pain and then she shot me for it.

And then suddenly, I was entering her Or, telling her that I didn't shoot her father and it was a big misunderstanding. But what stuck to her was that she shot me. Honestly, it stuck for me as well. And I literally woke up reliving the same memory. But to her, she must be feeling awful! She shot me for nothing. That must be pretty rough to take on.

"I know it's not your fault Arizona, but I'm really trying to live in a world without him and sometimes it's really hard."

Had she not shot me, I would have known what to do to ease her pain, to make her feel better, but right now, I feel so useless. What does she wasn't me to do? Should I continue hugging her? Or should I grab some tissues? What do I do? I'm so confused.

"I know I'm supposed to be there for you after what happened but I just-" I shrugged not knowing what to say as I stroked her hair.

Callie nodded against me "This feels nice though." I decide that I could bring up the car and get her mind to be distracted from her pain.

"You love that car so much that I can't believe you yelled at your friend for spending thousands of dollars on it." Maybe that would get her to laugh.

"I don't love the car, well at least not anymore. I love what it represents."

Since forever I have heard how much her car meant everything to her, that this was defiantly new to my ears.

"And what does it represent?" I asked. I couldn't help myself. The curiosity was killing me.

"The happiest, the most carefree time of my life." She said as she pulled away to wipe the last bit of her tears. Yes! I had done it. I had got her to stop thinking about her pain. But then I saw fresh tears replacing those soulful browns. "You were dead."

"What?" What did she mean?

"I thought you were dead and this the only thing I had of yours and then Mark just went and got it fixed and you were no longer there and…"

I reached for her hand as she got a control of her tears. I didn't know that that bump had become so significant to her, that it was the only thing she had of me… huh. I guess she threw away my dog tag, her engagement ring. I still wore mine around my neck, it had timothy's name on it and there was no way I could part from it, but I guess Callie threw away hers.

She suddenly looked down at me as she pulled her hand out of my grasp "You need a good night's rest." She said, but I couldn't help but feel a little hurt that her hand wasn't in mine anymore. "All right, why don't you go get showered while I whip up some dinner?" she asked as she moved away from me and towards my kitchen.

"Sure, I'll just go grab a bottle of water, do you want some?" I asked but Callie was already too busy looking at pots and pans. I dint have much, but I knew Callie didn't mind. She could still cook the most delicious thing I have ever had with literally nothing.

As I finished my drink and started walking towards the bathroom, I could feel Callie inspecting something in the house.

"Hey Arizona?" I heard her call out to me.

"Yeah?" I asked as I turned around from the kitchen door.

"Umm, never mind" she said as she turned away from me and started chewing on her finger.

She must be nervous. She always did that when she was either deep in thought or wasn't sure about how to say what she wanted to say.

"No tell me Calliope, what is it?" I asked as I almost bit my tongue, but it didn't seem like she cared that I called her Calliope and not Callie. So, I took a couple of steps closer to her.

"Umm, the bear?" she asked.

"What bear?" I asked as I leaned against the door and crossed my arms.

"You know the bear, the bear you gave me on our… You know! Are you really going to make me say it?" she said as she started getting riled up.

"Oh yeah that. After I got discharged from the hospital I kind of tossed my entire place before I moved out. I remembered the bear, so I went back to get it, but the owners had already cleared out the house so I went to the store and got him."

"That explains the shirt," she said but she refused to meet my eyes.

"You could keep it if you like it," I said as I shrugged.

"No, it's okay-" she said but I cut her off.

"I insist" I said as I went to the hall and grabbed the bear before I went back to her and placed the bear in her hands, "Here."

"Arizona, it's okay-"

"Keep it, please" I said as I touched her face and forced her to look at me "Besides he'd rather live with you, look he already seems so happy to be in your arms" I said before I turned and left for the bathroom.

I don't know if that was awkward but my heart did a couple of flips inside my chest.

If only it wasn't so easy for her to throw away everything, she had that belonged to me.

Five years ago

"Callie would you please come out of the bathroom?" I said as I took a seat on my bed.

"NO BECAUSE I'M NOT DONE FREAKING OUT JUST YET!" she yelled back. "We talked about this Arizona, we cannot get engaged, we just can't!"

I rubbed my eyes and rested my head on my hands.

I don't know how it came out, but once the thought entered my head that I wanted to come to her for the rest of my life, I couldn't help myself and just asked her about marriage, which she thought was an actual proposal and was now freaking out.

But before I could even get to the part about our future, she bolted out of the bed and ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Which was really strange.

Actually, I'm pretty sure I said 'What' but she just didn't let me finish the 'do you think about getting married' part.

"Can you just come out so that we can talk about this? Face to face maybe?" I asked, but I didn't hear any footsteps so I guess we were going to do this like this.

"Why did you propose? We cannot get married!"

I didn't propose! But the second part of the sentence demanded more attention. "And why is that?" I asked, I was starting to lose it. Why couldn't we get married. What was it that caused her to get this way, to actually lock herself up in the bathroom?

"Because Arizona, we're in the Mafia. I don't know what's going to happen to me tomorrow, I don't know what's going to happen to you. How can you live with that uncertainty? Our families don't know that we are going out. What if your family doesn't accept me or deem me worthy of their 'prized son'?" I heard her taking a huge breath before she continued. "Say, we got engaged, wouldn't our wedding be the best place for the police to raid? Catch the members of the two most prominent gangs in Florida? What about our kids? What do we tell them? What if our kid finds a gun in the kitchen just like I did? What if someone asks them what your parents do for a living? Do we lie to them or teach them to lie? Or do we not have them because what if our family uses them as leverage to start a war."

Wow, that was a lot, that was a lot of information a girl can get in under a minute. No wonder she's freaking out right now.

That's one of the biggest differences between Callie and I, she was too practical and I was more laid back, rainbows and butterflies kind of a person. I hadn't even thought about the wedding and the kids and all that jazz that came after people got engaged. I just knew I needed her in my life and for me, that's all that mattered.

But Callie needed more, she needed assurance and I was more than willing to give that to her, if only I could hold her and calm her down, but I know how stubborn she can get. She wasn't going to open the door anytime soon.

"Uncertainty? For me our relationship has never been uncertain. Sure, I don't know if I'm going to be alive tomorrow or not, but I have to live with that, but I can tell you this. Having you come home to me is enough motivation to survive anything. Our families? I will do everything in my power to get my family to like you but to be honesty, you are pretty badass, I don't think I would have to try a lot."

I heard a few footsteps and heard the sound of the door unlocking. I scrambled on my feet and led her towards the bed and sat her down. She had tear stained cheeks and huge puffy eyes, but she looked beautiful.

I crouched down in front of her and placed my hands on her knees.

"As for our wedding, we could have a top-secret wedding or we could elope, I don't care as long as I get married to you. And for the future, I'm ready to quit the Mafia and run off to New York to start a family with you. I could stay at home and look after the kids while you run the three restaurants you have in the city, wait up for you and then we could tuck our kids in bed and drink wine and eat chocolate cake in bed while we watched some dumb baking shows on the television, that's what married people do right? Either way I just want to be with you."

I saw her raising her hands to rub away the couple of tears that had fallen on her cheeks as I rubbed her knees.

"Callie, if you want me to take back my proposal, I will do it and I promise you I won't be hurt or mopey, but I will only take back the proposal if you think we are moving too fast or you're not ready to be engaged and nothing else, not because of any other reason that is beyond our control. Do you want me to un-propose? I promise you no hard feelings. I love you and I really want to marry you, but if you aren't sure about what you want to do, I understand. But I expect an answer. I-"

"Yes" Callie whispered.

Okay, that hurt. I know I said no hard feelings but wow that actually hurt. Even though I didn't really propose and well this was how she was reacting to an unplanned event, I couldn't imagine what it would be like if I actually had a ring and all.

"Okay, I respect your choice." I said as I leaned away from her.

I felt Callie wrap her arms around me from behind as I felt her resting her head against my shoulder.

"Arizona, what's wrong?" she asked.

"It's a good thing I don't have a ring or anything, it would have been a hassle to return it," I said. I know she wanted me to turn around in her arms but honestly, I did not have the strength to face her, not yet. Maybe I should go for a swim.

"Why would you do that when I said yes?"

Wait a minute? Did I hear it right?

"Callie? What did you say yes to?" I asked as I finally turned around in her arms and took her face in my hands.

"You asked me a question, I said yes to that," she replied. I did not propose! Or wait! did I? What was going on? She had a huge smile on her face, wait a minute. Did she actually say yes?

"Well, I never asked the question, you ran to the bathroom before I could even utter a single word." I know I had a huge smile on my face, I couldn't help it.

"What are you waiting for then?" She asked.

"Will-"

"Yes!" She replied before I could even finish asking her to marry me.

"Are you going to let me finish?" I asked but she nodded and took a step away from me.

"Callie Torres, will you marry me?"

"Yes" she said before she pulled me up and kissed me hard on my lips as I felt her pulling me towards the bed. I had done it! We had done it! I leaned in closer to her and took her face in my hand, that's when I realized that I had no ring!

Damn it! I pulled away from her but she grabbed me by her head and pulled me on top of her as we dropped on the bed.

"Wait, I don't have a ring."

"So what?"

"I can't believe I screwed this up!"

"Arizona you didn't! I don't care that you have no ring, I love you and that's all that matters."

That's when an idea popped into my head. I sat up and leaned away from her.

"What are you doing?"

I reached behind my neck and unhooked my dog tags. I took out one and tied the chain around her neck. It shone so brightly against her tan skin with the name Arizona Robbins hanging from her neck.

"There."

"Are you sure you want to give me this?"

"Yeah, now you have a piece of me." I said as I pocketed the other tag and pushed her back on the bed.

Callie giggled as her back hit the bed. But I used that opportunity to take a look at her.

"Mine." I whispered against her ear.

"Forever."

Present day

I woke up to an empty bed from the same nightmare sweating and panting as I tried to take in my surroundings. Callie had decided to take the couch but I offered her my guest room instead.

I mean I understood that she didn't want to share a bed with me. Even thought we were napping together in an on-call room, I totally understood it. I quickly changed into fresh clothes. Callie didn't need to know that I had a nightmare again.

I made my way out of my room and into the kitchen that was strange. Callie shouldn't have been up by now and probably cooking something in the kitchen. I walked up to the coffee pot.

No coffee? That was weirder. Callie was a caffeine zombie. She couldn't go a minute without having her first cup. Maybe today was just the day she decided to sleep in.

That when something caught my eye. The door was slight ajar. I walked up to the door to inspect it. It didn't look like my place had been broken into, but I was pretty sure that I had closed the door last night. I mean sure, I forget to lock up from time to time, but no one without a key could enter even if the door wasn't lock.

That was really strange.

Suddenly, a chill went through my body.

"Calliope!" I yelled.

Oh god, please no! not her! I had just got her back. We had just started being civil to each other!

I ran towards the guest room and opened the door.

The bed looked made, nothing was out of place, the pillows looked puffed up, something like Callie liked to do after she made the bed. I checked the bathroom just to be sure.

But there was no sight of Callie.

Did she leave?

I checked the table for a note or something, maybe she got called in and had to leave in a rush, maybe she forgot to close the door. I mean both of us used to be in the Mafia we knew the value of locking up your homes and I don't expect her to do it, but maybe it was an emergency.

Wait.

I saw something shinny on the end of the bed post.

I bent down to pick it up.

It was army tag on a chain that looked too familiar. I flipped the tag around.

"What the hell!" It was my army dog tag, the one I had proposed with it. The thing I thought Callie threw away what was it doing here.

That's when it all fell into place.

Calliope had been kidnapped.

A/N: So… How was that?

It's been a while, so please let me know if I have any open plots or plot holes? I don't think so, but I could use the help. I'm not sure about the next update, but I'll try to get it out as soon as possible.