A/N: The title of the last chapter was a nod to the song 'Who are you' by The Who. This song is the theme song for Crime Scene Investigation, the TV show that got me into writing fanfiction in the first place. This show will be making a return to television later this year and I'm super excited to see Sara Sidle on screen again!

Now on to the story.

Chapter 3: One more light

Arizona was lying on one of the ER beds, waiting for a Doctor. Callie had done a pretty good job tying off her wound and Arizona had refused treatment by any other doctor than April Kepner. So now she was waiting in a private room for her friend to show up.

"Arizona!" The redheaded doctor exclaimed upon entering the room. "Why didn't you let me know you were coming?"

"It's not like I really planned for this to happen," Arizona replied with a shrug. She yelped when April gently inspected the wound.

"You need to be more careful," April said before she pursed her lips and her eyes connected with Arizona's.

"I'm fine, April," the blonde cop replied sweetly. "Could you please just fill in the paperwork? I'll be out of your hair in no time."

"I'm literally looking at a bullet that is lodged in your thigh," April replied, shooting her friend a stern look. "I'd say that's pretty far from fine."

"Can you please just get it out?" Arizona was already undoing the make-shift tourniquet and pulled up her skirt to give April more room to work with. Her face contorted when the fabric slid against the wound and blue eyes went skyward for a moment as the blonde silently went through every curse word she could conjure up,

With a sigh and an all-knowing look, April turned to get the supplies she needed and snapped on her gloves. "This is going to hurt," she said before she gently put her hand on her friend's thigh and used special tweezers to dig for the bullet.

Sweat was pooling on Arizona's forehead. She had her eyes closed and her head turned away from what April was doing. It was one thing to know what was going on, but seeing it would probably cause a whole new level of pain. "Fffff….." she huffed.

"There," April said as she dropped the bullet in a small plastic container. "I'll just write down that the bullet only grazed your skin. Are you going to visit your grandmother?"

Arizona just nodded, her eyes still closed. "Thank you, April."

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When Arizona stepped out of the hospital, the bright sunlight hit her face, making her squint her eyes. She looked around and when the coast was clear, she took her phone and called her grandmother. Upon hearing Arizona's voice, the older lady immediately went on high alert. Only after Arizona told her for the third time she was fine, the older Robbins calmed down.

"Could you meet me at my house, please? I ah…I'm taking a cab there now, so I should be there in about thirty minutes. I ah….I need your help."

"What did you do, Arizona Elisabeth Robbins?"

"I got hurt on the job," Arizona answered honestly while hailing a cab. She got in carefully and gave the driver the address.

"I'm on my way," her grandmother answered.

It did not take long for Arizona's grandmother to arrive. She had only just sat down with a pot of tea and two cups when she heard the key in the front door. Her grandmother was all Arizona had left. The same went for the other way around, so the two ladies took very good care of each other. "There's my little angel," Ava Robbins said as she walked into the living room.

She shook her head at seeing the wince of pain on her granddaughter's face and sat down next to her. "I can't believe you wouldn't let me fix you right away. Why would you choose to suffer?"

"Grandma, it's not bad. You know I can't get shot and just up and leave without going to the hospital, that would be suspicious. April handled it."

"That's why you should avoid getting shot," Ava replied simply. She gently removed the bandage, her face grimacing as she saw the wound, which by Arizona's request had not been stitched up but merely glued together. "If this is not that bad, I wonder what bad looks like," the woman said with a wink.

She may have been an old lady, but her sense of humor was still working. Ava carefully placed her hand on the wound and closed her eyes. For a moment, it seemed like a halo appeared around the older woman's head. The old blonde's face grimaced in pain as Arizona felt herself getting lighter. She knew exactly what her grandmother was doing and she figured it would hurt for the older woman, but since she had never done it herself, she had no idea what her grandmother was feeling. As she looked down at her leg, she saw her wound healing and getting better by the second. Soon enough, there was nothing to see, as if the wound had never even been there.

Arizona kept her eyes fixed on her grandmother, closely observing the woman. When Ava opened her eyes, they were all black, but slowly they started returning to normal as her pupils became less and less dilated and the cerulean blue of her irises returned. Her eyes showed worry for her granddaughter as she gazed at her in silence. The older Robbins had absorbed all the negative emotions and energy Arizona felt at the time of getting the wound into her own body, taking them away from the apple of her eye.

The tranquility and peace that washed over Arizona, made her close her eyes. Normally, when one closed their eyes, black is the color that overrules their sight. At this moment, all she could 'see' was white. She knew it was because her grandmother was radiating it. The older woman was so well practiced that her talents were extremely powerful and Arizona basked in the feeling of peace and tranquility that had washed over her from the blanket of protection she was receiving from her grandmother.

Ava winced a little and shook her shoulders as if she tried to get a big load off of them. "All done," she said with a bright smile as she locked eyes with Arizona, who had by now opened her eyes again, looking fully refreshed.

"Thanks, grandma." Arizona's wound was gone, there would be no scar, no nothing to show that she had ever been hurt in the first place. She felt like she could easily run a marathon right now.

"There is something I want to talk to you about," Ava's voice turned a little less friendly and Arizona picked up on it right away.

"Is everything okay?"

"With me, it is, dear, I just felt something when I took away your pain."

"I'm not okay?" Arizona questioned, wondering if she was carrying some disease she had no knowledge of.

"You are meddling with the wrong people, Arizona Robbins," she said. "I can feel the darkness that entered your life. You need to get rid of it as soon as possible."

Arizona frowned and looked at her grandmother in disbelief. Her grandmother was by far the wisest person she knew and she could sense so many things, it was eerie at times. But she had no idea what Ava was talking about. "What do you mean?"

"Just take it from me. Listen to your intuition, you know what's good and what's bad. You need to keep your distance."

"Okay," the blonde replied, mostly to move the conversation along and be done with this.

"I mean it, Arizona," Ava said in her motherly tone of voice.

Of course, her grandmother had also picked up on that. "I promise." Arizona wondered what bad news she meant exactly. In her line of work, she dealt with bad news on a daily basis, so it could pretty much be anyone.

"How are you doing?" Ava took a sip of her tea and looked at her granddaughter, who she had raised when her own daughter passed away. Arizona looked so much like her mother and she was just as headstrong.

"I'm doing good," Arizona said with a smile. "It might sound odd, but my senses seem to be working better lately."

"What do you mean?" Ava's interest was piqued and she scooted to the edge of the sofa as she looked at Arizona.

"There is this woman…"

Before she could finish her sentence, Ava interrupted her, "Oooh, do tell." It was not very often they had these kinds of conversations and she was jumping at the chance to hear more about her granddaughter's life.

Arizona chuckled. "It's not like that, grandma." She shook her head and pursed her lips to strengthen her words. "I have to investigate her, well….not her specifically, but…. but I just cannot read her. I can read anyone in a room, except for her. But I can feel her, from far away. I just know she's near, it's weird."

She had been walking around with this from the moment she had first laid eyes on Calliope Torres. Now was as good a time as any to find out if her grandmother had any insights on what might be going on.

Ava's eyes twinkled. "Weird, huh? I felt like that with your grandfather."

"This is purely work-related," Arizona said in a defensive tone of voice. This was not the beginning of some epic love story, she was just curious about why her senses were not working around this person. "She's just a normal person, at least, I don't think she's like us."

"You still have a lot to learn," Ava said.

"You always say that," Arizona was getting a little frustrated. Her grandmother was such a wise woman, but whenever she went to her for advice, she always ended up with more questions than answers. "Do you know what it means when I can't read someone?"

Of course, her grandmother knew, she knew everything. She looked at the older woman expectantly, truly curious about the answer to her question.

"You have to find that out for yourself, dear. It's part of your path. Just remember to keep her at a distance, steer clear of that darkness."

Arizona sighed. "Why does everything about us and our heritage have to be veiled in such secrecy? How am I supposed to make a difference for humankind if I don't really know what I'm doing?" It was something that had bothered her for the longest time. Why could she just not get the answers?

She had always been able to make handy use of the perks that came with being half-human, half-angel, but with so many things being a secret or 'still meant to be discovered by her' it got annoying at times. As many times as the perks were really perks, they were also burdens. And now being around Callie was bad?

The brunette lawyer had awakened things, feelings inside of her that she had almost forgotten about. Yes, she was a bit of a bad girl, but that made her extra interesting. But how bad could Callie really be?

"Don't get frustrated, dear," Ava's voice sounded soothing and Arizona immediately felt the effects. But she was not going to let her grandmother get away with it this time.

"I am frustrated. What am I supposed to do? I ask you a question and all I get is 'stay away from this person'. How am I supposed to do that if it does not feel dangerous to me? If I don't truly know why I need to stay away?" Arizona had gotten up from the sofa and was now pacing in front of her grandmother.

"We've been over this. Some things in life just cannot be explained. A lot of the things we can do feed off of our intuition, on plain old gut feeling. If I tell you, I'll influence your gut feeling. It might feel like I am being hard on you sometimes, I know. But you, my dear, are destined for great things. I want you to reach your full potential," Ava put her cup of tea back on the table and turned to Arizona. "There are very few angels left here on earth, there are only a handful of people like us. It is important that you carry on the bloodline and that you make use of everything God has given you."

"I appreciate what you are trying to say, but it's all so trivial. I just want to know exactly what I am dealing with, so I can prepare." If there was one thing Arizona hated, it was being left in the dark. It had been one of the many reasons why she was so good at her job. She would not stop until she knew everything she needed to know.

"There are very few things in life you can really prepare for, trust me on that. Just listen to your old grandmother when I say you need to keep this new woman at arm's length. I can feel her energy on you and it's bad for you."

Arizona stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes boring into her grandmother's. "I don't even know her, apart from what I read about her in the files. How can you know she is bad for me if I don't even know myself?"

"There is something very strong and dark about her. It's probably why you can't read her. The residual power I feel coming from you is hers, it lingers for some reason. If you let her in, she will wrap you around her finger and suck you dry." Her grandmother's tone of voice had changed from nurturing to serious like she was warning Arizona for something.

Arizona wondered what could be so bad about Callie, but figured it probably had to do with her working for Bishop and him meddling in illegitimate business. Or maybe it had to do with the fact that her father also dealt in some seriously shady stuff. At least, allegedly. Plus, what had happened between them, the attraction Arizona felt, could be bad for her career. That's probably what her grandmother meant. She would just keep Callie at bay for as long as the investigation lasted and see what would happen afterward.

"I can hear you think," Ava said with a smile. "Don't overthink things, okay? When the time is right, you will see the answers."

Her grandmother truly was the queen of vague but wise advice. If she had not been a nurse, she would have been a great asset for Hallmark, coming up with inspirational quotes.

"I have a lot to think about," Arizona replied. "The courthouse was shot up, that's bad. I have to get to the bottom of this, but I can't right now. I'm 'injured'," she held up her hands and made air quotes at her last word. "I need to lay low for a couple of days."

"You need to heal first," Ava replied. "Why don't you start with sitting down? Don't forget that while all this happened, people around you stayed calm because of you. You allowed them to feed off of your energy. You need to rest and recharge."

"I will." The last thing Arizona needed was to rest and recharge. She was going to stay home to avoid suspicion, but that did not mean she could not do her research.

"How about you take a nap?" Ava got up and gathered their teacups. "I will show your kitchen what it's like to be used," she added with a twinkle in her eyes.

Arizona chuckled. "It's not that bad. I cook."

"What you do is assembling, dear, not cooking," Ava replied with an all-knowing grin. "When was the last time you had some decent food?"

She was about to protest when she could not stop herself from yawning. Only now her grandmother had said something about it, she felt extremely tired. "Maybe I will take a nap."

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Callie was annoyed and that was an understatement. Once she finally got home, it had taken her some time to get a replacement car. Her baby, her vintage T-Bird was still in the garage of the courthouse and she was going to have to wait until the scene was cleared.

Because of the whole shooting, she had missed out on the monthly meeting she was supposed to have at 'The Basement'. She was going to have to go there and explain the situation to Oscar. Next to him using it against her, she would probably get called out for being weak. Callie was sure the pathetic excuse for a man was going to taunt her for not using her powers to kick ass or whatever. How was she going to explain that she did not have time to react because someone else, a mere human, was faster than her? The last thing she needed now was for Oscar to find signs of weakness in her.

As soon as her replacement car was dropped off, she decided to take the plunge and make her way to The Basement instead. There was no time like the present to 'make amends' and she needed to take her temporary baby, a Mercedes S-class, for a spin. Since she was also going to swing by the office to show her face, she was wearing one of her signature business suits. A tailored blazer and skirt with a deep green blouse underneath. She confidently strutted towards the entrance of The Basement. The bouncer gave her a confused look before greeting her kindly.

"You look different," he said as he leaned down to kiss Callie's cheek. She was not a small woman, but he towered over pretty much anyone he came across with his 7 feet something.

"I AM different," Callie retorted with a smile. "You should know that by now."

Ray, the bouncer, chuckled and shook his head. This woman was something else. She was not even full vampire, but her confidence and air totally made up for that. Plus, with her father being who he was, she was pretty much untouchable. Even though he was not around right now, Ray would give his life to protect her in a heartbeat. He held the door open for Callie and watched her, shaking his head as she saw her put an extra sway in her hips as she walked down the stairs.

The bar was pretty much empty at this time of day. The bartender, a woman she had not met before, was lazily cleaning the bar. She looked up and rolled her eyes, barely giving Callie the time of day. It was not like the lawyer gave her any love either, she eyed her for a few seconds and then walked straight to the doors to Oscar's office. The two guardians in front of the doors looked down the moment they saw her.

No matter what was going on with her absent father and the new rulers, the guardians and other protectors had made a vow to protect her when Callie was born. Therefore, no matter what, they would always treat her with the respect she deserved. And she would always be safe here, half-blood or not.

It was also the main reason why she dared to speak up to Oscar. Even though he despised her, he could not touch her. Just like she could not touch him. As much as the ancient rules protected her right now, they also annoyed the hell out of her. What she would not give to be able to just punch Oscar on the nose for being such an asshole.

"Well, well," Oscar said as he saw Callie enter his room. He was sitting on one of the red velvet sofas, surrounded by three beautiful women. With one motion of his hand, he dismissed them. All three immediately got up and left the room, waiting for him to call upon them again. Callie shuddered at the scene unfolding in front of her, temporarily not able to hide her disgust. This asshole was taking women's rights all the way back to the middle ages.

"This better be good," Oscar said as he got up and got into his chair. He motioned for Callie to sit in one of the smaller chairs across from him.

"I was at the courthouse when the shooting went down," Callie explained. She crossed her legs as if trying to close herself off further from Oscar. "Therefore, I could not make it to the meeting. Power went out and I got stuck in an elevator for hours. The assholes who decided it was a good idea to shoot up the damn courthouse scrambled the cell signals, so I couldn't advise you either. My apologies."

It was visible from Oscar's face that he would have much preferred a lame excuse that he could tear her a new one for. This was actually something he could easily check and which he had already heard about on TV.

"Why am I only hearing about this now?" It was obvious he was searching for a reason to punish Callie. But if he really thought he could do that, he was in for a treat. Oscar had surely not forgotten what Callie did in the real world.

"I got stuck in the elevator with a woman, a cop. She jumped in front of me to protect me and got shot. When we got rescued, I had to give my statement and wait for a taxi. I had to arrange for a replacement car because mine is still in the courthouse parking lot. I came as fast as I could," Callie calmly recounted.

Oscar nodded with disinterest. He had always liked Callie. Not as a person, but for what and who she was. When he was younger and his father told him that one day they could be ruling the vampire world, he had fantasized about having her as his wife or servant, whichever was more convenient. Callie Torres was so much more than the idiots he had around him now. They were all air-headed bimbos. But unfortunately, that would never happen. Certainly not while her father was not confirmed dead. As long as Carlos Torres' reign had not officially ended, Callie was off-limits.

"Alright," he said. "But do not let it happen again. I cannot have people think it's okay to just miss out on meetings. You do not have that privilege."

Callie was surprised at how easy Oscar let her get away with it. She spent pretty much the whole way here coming up with rebuttals, which she now did not need at all. "Thank you," she said, words she never thought she would speak to this man in front of her. She could see him straighten in his chair, the smug smirk on his face giving away that he was probably mentally patting himself on the back right now.

Oscar leaned a little closer to Callie and leaned his elbows in his knees. "Listen, Torres," he said before clearing his throat. "Things are about to change. You are not going to like it. But if you just keep your mouth shut and stay in the background, I will make sure nothing happens to you."

The raven-haired woman forced herself to not roll her eyes, only Oscar could make a promise sound like a threat like that. "So I've heard," she said, unconsciously leaning further back into the backrest of her chair. "I'm not one to meddle, but won't this get you and your father in so much trouble? The Ancients spent years fighting this war, didn't you learn from the past? Aren't we better off sticking together?"

Suddenly, Oscar's eyes shot up and met hers, turning darker as she stared back at him. He raised his upper lip and showed her his fangs. "What did I just tell you?" He growled.

"I heard you," Callie said calmly, unimpressed by the little power play happening in front of her. She knew Oscar would never hurt her, but she had to defend her family and the reign she felt her father still had over the underground world. "I'm not defying you, Oscar. I'm simply voicing my concerns. Look at what happened in the past. For the last fifty years, things have been calm, we have been living our lives freely and no one has bothered us. No one came after us. If we change that now, the humans might start hunting us again."

Oscar listened to what Callie said, but did not retract his fangs, wanting to show her who was in control of this situation. "You spoke your mind and this will be the last of it," he said, his voice a little more friendly now.

Callie got up and nodded. "Just don't say I didn't warn you." She turned on her heels and headed for the exit.

"You have balls," Oscar said as he got up, "I appreciate that." He put his hand on Callie's shoulder and pulled her closer to him. He leaned in to whisper into her ear. "Just…don't be an idiot, I don't want to have to hurt you." His tone of voice was hushed, raspy and it gave Callie cold chills down her spine. She was truly repulsed by him.

Oscar noticed the effect he had on Callie and smiled as he leaned back, thinking he had achieved his goal of establishing dominance. "You're excused," he said, his eyes had gone back to normal and he had retracted his fangs again. "Thank you for not making me summon you."

Callie flashed Oscar a sweet, albeit fake, smile and nodded. "Thank you," she said. Her father had once told her that at certain times, she had to keep her feelings at bay and just obey the rules. No matter how wrong it felt. If she got herself in trouble now, she would not be able to watch out for the community later. She suspected there was going to be a time where she would have to.

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Her grandmother, caring as she was, had insisted on spending the night and taking care of Arizona. According to Ava, she looked too skinny and needed some real nutrition. So when the younger Robbins got up after taking her nap, she found her grandmother sitting in one of the big chairs on the porch. She was reading an old, worn book.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Ava said as she looked up from the book.

"Hey," the younger woman replied before sitting down in the chair next to her grandmother's.

"Whew, honey, don't do that to yourself," Ava said while she returned to her book.

Arizona chuckled and shook her head. "Stop getting into my head, grandma."

"I don't have to," the older woman replied with an all-knowing grin on her face. "It's right in my face. What's got you thinking so much?"

"Just…you know…life." Arizona stared into the distance and let out a deep sigh. Her head was so incredibly full, it was no wonder her grandma was picking up on it. A lot had happened yesterday and she was still processing. She wondered it if was because her energy was depleted or if it was just a natural human reaction to trauma.

"Oh honey, you know I've told you that overthinking only wastes energy that you can use to do good."

Just great. Arizona nodded and pursed her lips. "I sometimes just wonder what I'm meant to do."

"You're a cop, you're meant to protect people," Ava replied simply, not even looking up from her book.

"I know..but..," Arizona interjected, but she did not get to finish her sentence.

"No buts."

"Seriously," Arizona paused and looked at the older woman next to her. "If you had the choice, would you decide to live life the way I do it? Or would you go for yours?"

Ava let out a sigh and closed her book before putting it away on the table next to her. She knew this conversation was coming before Arizona even realized she wanted to talk about it. "I never had the choice like you did. Your great-grandparents are both angels. You are lucky to be able to live life the way you do."

"You didn't answer my question."

"I would choose to live the life I'm living now." Arizona's grandmother had been a nurse most of her life. Now she was retired, she volunteered as a counselor at a local shelter for troubled youngsters. "God gave me my powers to use them, not to hide them."

Just as Arizona was about to say something, Ava continued talking. "I think it's great that you managed to find a balance between your duties as an angel and living a life like a human being. I admire you for that, but I don't think I could do it. I don't think I could give up these powers I have, or hold them back."

Arizona smiled at seeing the passion in her grandmother's eyes. The older woman literally lit up when she spoke about her life. "I guess it's hard for either of us to say whether we would choose differently. I don't know what full angel powers feel like and you don't know what being human feels like."

"Such a wise young lady."

The younger woman chuckled and playfully rolled her eyes. "I'm not twelve anymore, you know."

"I know. So, tell me about this woman you met," Ava made a point by crossed her arms in front of her chest. She was obviously ready to hear the story.

That earned Ava a raise of an eyebrow. "I thought you wanted me to leave her well alone?"

"I do, but you are not going to listen to me anyway. I know you, Arizona Elisabeth, might as well know more about her." Ava winked at the younger woman and patted her arm.

"I don't know." Arizona shrugged. She really did not have the faintest clue. She could not deny her attraction to the sultry lawyer. From the moment she spotted her on that first night of surveillance, the woman had been on her mind. Being an empath with unnaturally strong intuition, she could read people. She could feel their intentions, their pain, their emotions. But with Calliope Torres, she was clueless. She could not read the woman at all. It intrigued her and made the already sexy woman even more interesting. It looked like she was going to have to find out more about the woman the old-fashioned way. And Arizona Robbins was not one to back away from a challenge.

"Uh huh, you seem to know exactly," Ava retorted, not buying Arizona's weak explanation. "If you really didn't know, you wouldn't be so hard-headed and just listen to me. There is obviously something about the woman that is making you defy your old grandmother."

"I always listen to you."

"Uh huh." The tone of voice said it all and made Arizona grin. A genuine smile appeared on her face, her dimples popping as it reached her eyes.

"Okay, almost always. I just…she awakened something in me. I'm intrigued by her and she makes me feel….excited about things again. She's nothing like anyone I've ever met. She's a bit of a bad girl, but on the other hand, she's a really good lawyer and she's clean as a whistle."

"Are you defending her to me or are you trying to convince yourself?" Ava never spoke a whole lot, but she knew exactly how to address touchy subjects.

"It's just that she's not really my type of person, and at the same time...she totally is. And she's beautiful. Almost too beautiful," Arizona's voice trailed off as she was obviously picturing the woman before her. "But it's just…..I'm investigating a case. It's my job to find out more about her, I need to turn off my personal feelings."

"I get it. Bad girls or boys for that matter are always interesting. But the fact that you feel she's a bad girl just means your instinct is telling you to be careful. And I'm telling you too, young lady," her voice was stern, but the sweet smile on Ava's face gave away she was only half-serious. "You know I want the best for you and I want you to be happy. I'm not saying this to plague you, you know."

Arizona did not know how exactly Ava's powers worked, but she was hardly ever wrong. She did feel, however, that this time she was wrong. Her gut told her that she needed to figure this out on her own. "I believe in not judging a book by its covers," she said adamantly.

Ava chuckled. "That's such a human thing to say. Humans say that because they can't read people as we can."

The younger blonde shrugged. "I'm half-human, so I guess that makes sense."

"Arizona, I'm on your side. It's you and me against the world, remember?"

"I know that…"

"But you don't agree." Ava did not give Arizona the chance to finish her sentence.

"It's just been such a long time since I felt something like this," Arizona replied. "My gut says I need to figure this woman out."

"Then you should do just that," Ava replied with a smile. "But please, be careful." She got up and put her hand on her granddaughter's shoulder. "How about some lunch, dear?"

Arizona looked up and nodded. "I'd like that."

"It'll be ready in fifteen minutes," the older blonde said before retreating into the house.

As she looked around the street in front of her house, watching the hustle and bustle of daily life. "Who are you, Calliope Torres?"

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After a few days of resting, it was time for Arizona to get back on the horse so to speak. Since her wound had not been that bad, it would no longer be weird if she walked normally. She just had to make sure she was not going to jump, run or do anything else that might cause suspicion. Which would be quite an easy feat since Captain Moss had given her desk duty.

Jim Moss was a decorated officer and has been the police Captain for years now. The greying man was still quite fit for his age and ran a tight ship. He had also personally recruited Arizona, who had been away from Seattle after she finished the Academy.

He debriefed her on the shooting in the courthouse and asked her about Callie Torres. The Captain had allowed her to continue the investigation into Carlos Torres' disappearance if she promised to stay away from the courthouse shooting investigation. Since she had been one of the victims, she was too closely involved. Arizona had eagerly taken the deal, which had let her to sitting at her desk and reading through the case files again. She was determined to find what they had missed before. The man could not have vanished into thin air.

Before Arizona realized it, her desk was scattered with files and she had started filling the whiteboard next to her desk with everything that seemed of interest. So far it was just a bunch of coincidental things that did not seem to add up. Carlos Torres was the founder and CEO of the Torres group, one of Seattle's largest investment firms. The man had more money than he could ever spend so that obviously put a target on his back. But Carlos had been a wise businessman, trying to steer away from trouble. There had been some lawsuits, but nothing ever stuck.

She noticed that Callie had once been on her father's legal team. Apparently, nepotism was not beneath the savvy businessman. But she had seen the woman in action and knew that Callie had a talent for what she did, what she had built for herself had certainly not been given to her. Arizona got up from her chair once more and walked over to the whiteboard. She got her marker and bit her lip, she paused for a moment before writing Callie's name in the empty corner of the board. Maybe she was linked to this?

There was a knock on the door of her small office, but Arizona did not seem to notice it. Pete O'Donnell was casually leaning against the doorway, watching his longtime friend work her magic. "All work and no play makes Arizona Robbins a dull girl," he said with an amused grin on his face.

"Pete!" Arizona replied while she finished highlighting a paragraph in the text she was reading. "How are you doing? How's the investigation going?"

The tall, dark-haired man sat down in the chair opposite Arizona's desk with a huff and shook his head. "We've got nothing. All those bullets, hundreds of bags of evidence, but nothing, nada, zilch….nothing that leads us anywhere."

"I'm sorry," Arizona said. There was nothing worse than chasing loose ends on a case. Especially a high-profile one like this one.

"I ah…I was meant to give you this," O'Donnell said when he slid a business card over the desk towards Arizona. "The lawyer wanted to thank her hero and asked me to pass this on to you so you could call her."

The blonde picked up the business card and toyed with it in her hands. She could almost feel Callie when she held the immaculately designed card. "I can't," Arizona said with a shrug.

Her longtime friend shook his head again and chuckled. "Hang on a minute….Did you….Is she….? Damn, Robbins, really?" Pete had always accepted Arizona and had more than once asked her to play the role of wing woman for him. Somehow he seemed to think she was some womanizer, which in truth, she was not. Well, not really.

She nodded her head towards her whiteboard where Callie's name was now connected to all the other evidence with a few lines and questions Arizona had jotted on the board. "Nothing of the sort," she added.

"Oooh….ooooooh, sorry!" Pete held up his hands in an exaggerated attempt to apologize.

"Just because I like women, doesn't mean I want to jump every woman I see," Arizona replied with a grin. Even though she knew he was just playing, her heartbeat had increased. She was nervous. Calliope Torres made her nervous. The woman was a flirt and Arizona had seen her be intimate with both men and women in the club that night. Unfortunately, since she just could not get a read on the woman, she had no idea if the interest was mutual. In fact, she had no idea if her interest in Callie Torres was personal or just professional.

Arizona had eyes, the woman was beautiful. She seemed to have her affairs in order and she had to be the most sensual being Arizona had ever come across in her life. But no matter what her feelings were at the moment, Callie was part of her investigation. Her interest had to be purely professional.

Her friend got up, oblivious to Arizona's musings, and moved in front of the whiteboard, staring at it in silence for a moment. "What if…," he suddenly said, furrowing his eyebrows. "What if it's all connected?"

Arizona raised her eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"Carlos Torres' disappearance, the shooting, Lawrence Bishop….what if it's all connected?" He turned towards the blonde woman. "This could be huge!"

She tilted her head and looked at her friend for a moment, sunken in thought. In her head she was trying to connect the dots, creating a chart of the possible connection between Carlos Torres and Lawrence Bishop. Without saying a word, she got up from her chair and picked up one of the markers. She took off the cap and wrote down the name Lawrence Bishop on the one free corner of the board. She drew a line between Callie's name and Lawrence's. She was his lawyer, there was a definite connection there.

Arizona stared at the board and gently tapped the marker against her fingers while pursing her lips. "We haven't established a connection between Bishop and Torres," she said.

"Then we find one," Pete answered simply. "But where do we start?"