A/N: Hey all! I am loving the mixed reviews I have been getting on the previous chapter. I am so glad that you guys are patient and are giving me and this story a second chance. I haven't really planned much of anything for this story but I'm really liking writing whatever comes to me when I write.

I tried to take a couple of days to myself and think about what can be a better storyline going forward and I'm really happy with what I have come up with in this chapter. I just wish that this would have come to me sooner so that I don't have to take such a long break again.

I just got done with one of my submissions so, I have all the time in the world, till Monday.

I have to say something to Stacy Wray, you should take up writing because that is such a good idea! But it was never my intention to carry on the way you thought it out. Rather I'm pretty much against it, for well, reasons that should clear up in this chapter or at least the next one. But man! If your idea would have come to me a few chapters sooner or well you would have told me this sooner, then I would have definitely thought about using it.

Anyway, without any further delay, here you go!

Present day

Chapter 26: Arizona

I barged into Mark's apartment. I don't care anymore. I don't care about anything or anyone till I know that Calliope is okay. She has to be okay.

Maybe she just got mad at me. Maybe she had to run an important errand. Or maybe she was here hanging out with Mark. Please let her be here hanging out with Mark.

I opened the door and straight away went to the kitchen.

"Blondie, what are you doing?" I could hear Mark calling out to me but I was not done.

I checked both of his bedrooms.

Empty.

Then went towards his bathroom.

"Calliope if you're in there could please let me know," I said and put my ear on the door. I waited for a couple of seconds for anything, before I kicked open the door.

Empty again.

Fuck! Where the hell are you Calliope! Please just wherever you are please be okay.

"What's going on Blondie?" Mark came to the bathroom. "Shit! What the fuck did my bathroom door do to you for you to knock it down?"

I looked up at him and then at the door that was lying on the floor. Damn, I didn't know I still had it in me to knock down doors or was it the fact that right now my nerves are on fire just wanting to make sure that Callie is okay.

"Mark, not right now," I could feel the tears making their way down my face as I sank down on the floor. Where the fuck are you, Callie?

I know it shouldn't bother me as much as it does, but finding my dog tag at the foot of the bed told me a lot about what could have happened.

First of all, I didn't expect to find it. I didn't even expect Callie to have it. I literally thought that she must have gotten rid of it the first chance she got. But then if she kept it with her for all this time just to leave it in my apartment like that, I knew something was not right.

"No, you can not come into my house and knock down my door! What's going on?" he asked.

I looked up to see Mark's face changing from anger to maybe a bit concerned? I don't know, I have never seen him like this.

"Calliope, I don't know- I" I couldn't even finish my sentence as the tears hit me with full force. I hugged my knees as I tried to get my shaking under control.

"What about her? She texted me this morning." Mark replied.

What? Callie did what now? No, it cannot be so simple!

"She did?" I asked.

I watched him fishing out his phone from this back pocket and showing it to me.

'Going away for a while'

What was that supposed to be? That sounded so vague, almost as if someone used her phone to text him. No, that possibly cannot be her, right? I remember most of our texts used to be so flirtatious and she would always tell me where she was going and when she would be back.

Also, why did she just text him and not me? She spent the night at my place. She would have sent me a text as well. I know that if she still had my dog tag that means that she must still remember my number. I didn't change it, so she should have sent me a message as well.

Knowing her, she could have deleted my message and whoever used her phone to text Mark didn't know my number. That was what happened right?

This just confirms everything I was thinking about before.

A little less than five years ago

All I could feel was pain. My body hurts. My head hurt but what was worse was that my chest was on fire. It felt like I was asleep for like a year or so. I tried to open my eyes but the light hurt. I still somehow managed to open them as I looked around.

What the hell? Where was I? I took in my surroundings, plain beige walls, a small tv hanging on one, a clear glass door. I looked down at myself. I was in a hospital gown and had IVs hooked in me leading to a hundred different machines.

"About time Arizona, I was starting to get worried."

That was not the voice of an angel, no way was she Callie. I tried to get up a bit from the bed to see her, but my chest felt like a volcano was pouring hot lava on me.

"You just had major surgery, don't try to get up."

Why was she here? What did she want? Where was Callie? I need to find her. She needs to know that I did not kill her father, that it was a giant ambush, I need to get out of here, I just know I had too.

I tried again, but her steady hands pushed me back on the bed and steadied me "Here, drink this and use your words, what is so important that you need to leave right at this moment?"

I drank water from the cup that she held up to me. It did feel good. I didn't know that my throat was so dried up. After finishing the entire glass, I used all my strength to sit up.

"Callie, I need to find her."

"She's gone Arizona. She packed up her bags and left Miami the moment she shot you."

"Joanne, she doesn't know the full truth, she would never shoot me if-"

"But yeah, she did and now you need to rest."

As much as I did not like the words that were leaving her mouth, she was right I needed to rest.

Joanne was an old fling of mine, turned friend turned a really good friend. Since both of us were in a dangerous line of work, we tried to keep in contact as much as we could but it was really difficult. She handles all of Robbin's business on the east coast.

Oh no, dad, was my dad, okay?

My face must have told her everything "The Colonel couldn't make it. I'm sorry," she said as she tucked my hair behind my ear.

Shit! Dad was dead. Dad was actually dead and I was alive? The Robbins would do anything to even the score, that would mean that they would have it out for both Callie and her Mr. Torres if she had survived.

"What about Mr. Torres?"

"Your dad was the freaking Colonel. He knows how to shoot."

So, Mr. Torres was dead? That is just great!

I need to warn Callie, I need to make sure she's okay that the Robbins don't know where she is, because if they find out about her, they would not just kill her but make sure she suffered before.

"Right now, you need to focus on getting better Arizona."

"I need to let her know to watch out."

"She has her father's entire army to make sure that she is okay, you on the other hand are not doing too well right now." She said.

I took a moment to look around.

I know for a fact that there would at least have been a couple of Robbin's men guarding at the door making sure that no one came for me. That was really strange.

"They think you are dead."

"What? How?"

"Well, knowing how you are, I could smell from a mile away that this would happen so I hopped on a plane the minute I found out about you hooking up with that Torres chick."

"We weren't just hooking Joanne."

"Whatever, when I came to the house, imagine my surprise when I saw both the Colonel and Mr. Torres on the floor, dead and this other woman who had your head on her lap, putting pressure on your chest and kept on frantically crying as she whispered sorry over and over again."

I don't really remember much of what happened. Actually, I just remember Callie holding a gun to me and then nothing. But I need to know that she is okay.

"You don't know her, she's- I really love her."

"She thinks you're dead along with the rest of your family and I think that you should keep it that way."

"What? Why?"

"Are you ready to head the Robbin's family? You know their sole mission would be to end that Torres chick. So, if you remain dead right now you can not only protect Callie but protect yourself too."

"How is me being dead protecting myself or Callie?"

"Are we really going to pretend that I am not a killer for the Robbin's family, that I know where your girlfriend is but I also care about you, which is why I took up the case of killing her."

All of a sudden all I could see was red. She couldn't just sit by my bed and tell me about how she was going to kill the love of my life.

"First of all, Callie is my fiancé and secondly, there is no way I'm going to let you kill her." My voice cracked by the end of my sentence.

Joanne laughed as he filled my cup of water and handed it back to me. "Calm down woman, the reason I took up the case is to make sure that no harm comes her way. We are friends, there is no way I'm letting anything happen to your fiancé."

I smiled. One problem down a million more to go. "I can't just sit and not want to reach out to her, you know."

"I know, but you have to think about the greater good here. The Robbin's put their best killer on the case, me. I never fly out anywhere unless I absolutely have to. So, if you want to keep her safe you need to stay out of her way."

I swallowed. For her safety, I need to be away from her as much as possible.

"Can you at least tell me if she is okay?"

"Yeah, she's in New York, she has a couple of friends there and from what I can tell she seems okay. I have to say though, I love your choice, that girl is smoking hot."

I smiled. She doesn't even half of the life we were going to build together. All of sudden I could feel my eyes watering again. She probably thinks I am dead.

"She has been praying for you a lot."

"She has?"

"She has been going to the church every Sunday to light a candle for you."

I love you so much Callie. I do, but it seems like the only thing I can do to keep you safe right now is to stay away.

"What about the Robbins?"

"I managed to trick them into thinking that she left the country and fled to Europe. Since they don't have any operations overseas it would waste a lot of their time just to set it all up."

"You don't know how much I owe you."

"Why don't you start by telling me about your fiancé, we clearly have a lot to catch up on! Seriously Robbins! You had to fall for a Torres!"

I smiled as I started talking about Callie. I just hope someday we meet and I can explain everything to her.

Present day

"I need to go to Mark."

"You look like you are having a rough time, you should stay for a while. Maybe I can make you a nice cup of coffee and we can talk it out a bit. It's no secret to me that you like Callie. I just can't figure out what made her want to leave so suddenly and you are kicking my door open."

I did not have time for this. I need to think fast and move quickly. That was the only way to make sure that Callie survived this and that I survived this. I have gone five years without seeing her for her own safety now I need to make sure those years were worth it

I know I have to do something that I know I would regret in the long run, but to save Callie that's my only option. I need to do it and I need to get out of here. I can't risk Mark or anyone else finding out.

"I'll see you at the hospital." I muttered before I made a run for the door.

I could hear him telling me to wait, but I need to be quick. For all I know they already had Calliope that she was unsafe. I need to do it before I'm too late.

I drove back to my apartment as fast as I could. I know I was a damn good driver but it had been years since I drove like I used to. I made it in record time to my apartment and reached for the box under my bed.

It was a box I kept in case of emergencies until something horribly wrong happened. It had the contact information about the Robbin's and a few of the numbers of the people that used to work for me.

I quickly flipped through my note book until I found what I wanted, the phone number of the person who has been heading the Robbin's family since Dad passed away and I was declared dead. I punched in the numbers into my phone. I took a deep breath.

This undoes all my hard work of staying dead. This would mean that everything that I endured for the past five years would go literally down the drain.

I took a deep breath. I need to do this for Callie.

I hit the dial button and waited as the phone started ringing.

"Hello?"

I could recognize that voice anywhere. I knew that this is what I had to do, with anything that comes out of my mouth next, is going to put me in a difficult position.

"Mom, it's me."

A/N: Plot twist? Do you guys like it? I had to go back in the story to make sure nothing happened to Barbara but here you go. Do you think she is nice in the story? What do you think would happen next

1) Barbara welcomes Arizona and lets her be

2) Barbara is hostile towards Arizona

3) Barbara kills Callie in front of Arizona

4) Barbara makes Arizona kill Callie as revenge for her husband.

5) Something completely different?