A/N: So glad to see some of you are still reading and following this story! That's so great! As a big thank you, I'm uploading an extra chapter this week.

The title of the last chapter is one of the taglines of CSI. When I started writing this story, CSI was coming back to television, and right now, season 2 of the new CSI series is about to air. Still as excited as ever about this show.

Anyway, on with the story!

One reviewer mentioned that I messed up and I fixed it. Thank you gjipos! This is an original story of mine and I'm adapting it to Calzona, I obviously did not pay enough attention to correcting the names, my apologies!

Chapter 5: The truth is out there (and so are lies)

Everything was going so fast, leaving Arizona no time to think about how weird this situation was. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she tried to find leverage to help Carlos Torres out of the crate. He had been gone for over six weeks, but he never even left town!

"Thank you, miss Robbins," the older man said as she sat up, looking like he had just woken up from a deep sleep. Even now, in his fragile state, he still oozed authority and power.

"Are you hurt?" Arizona repeated.

Carlos smiled at her and shook his head. "You would know if I was." He slowly got out of the crate, his joints cracking loudly as he stood up straight, towering over Arizona. "You've grown a lot since the last time I saw you," he said with a smile, trying to distract her from the fact he needed a moment to recover.

Now the man was out of the crate, Arizona started to regain her thoughts. Who did this to Carlos? How did he get here? And why the hell was he locked in a crate? And most importantly how the hell did he know her? She had never met him, she would have remembered for sure.

"I know your grandmother," Carlos said, replying to a question she had never even asked. "But there is no time for chitchat, we need to get out of here. Where is your squad?"

Arizona's mind was reeling, simply unable to keep up with what was happening right now. But Carlos was right, they needed to get out of here. "There is no squad," she replied quietly, realizing more and more how stupid she must look right now.

"You're here by yourself?" Carlos shook his head and chuckled. "Typical. Please tell me you have an escape plan?"

It baffled Arizona how calm and collected the man was. He had been abducted and had been shoved into a crate for God knew how long. He looked malnourished and pale, but somehow he seemed fine and mentally stable. "My car is close by. Can you walk?"

The older, balding man nodded and motioned for Arizona to lead the way. He watched her climb out of the building through the window and slowly followed her.

Arizona held out her hand to help Carlos out of the window. She could still not believe her eyes. The man was standing in front of her, in the flesh. He managed to climb through a window and down to the fire escape without too much hassle, leaving the blonde cop in awe. Her autopilot had taken over and she helped the older man further down the fire escape and onto the streets. They stuck to the shadows and slowly made their way through the alleys towards Arizona's car.

When they reached it and she had helped Carlos get into the car, she grabbed her cell phone and was about to call it in when the man stopped her by putting his hand on her arm. His dark eyes peered deep into Arizona's blue and she could almost feel him searching her soul.

"You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into, do you?" he asked, looking at her inquisitively.

"I have to call this in," Arizona said, confused as to why he was stopping her. Did he not want help?

"No, you don't," Carlos answered simply. "Can you please get in the car? We'll talk on the way."

This was the second time tonight she was disobeying everything she believed in. And it was the second time she was doing it for a Torres. She got into the car and drove off in the opposite direction of the big warehouse. Carlos was sort of right, they should get out of there before doing something else. And somehow, she understood what he meant and knew she needed to listen to him now.

"You don't know, do you?" Carlos asked. He had been staring at Arizona from the moment she had put the car in gear, looking at her like she was some sort of alien or something.

"Don't know what?" Arizona asked, genuinely clueless, as she looked over to the man in her passenger's seat. It still all felt like some kind of weird dream. How could this be real?

"Oh dear," Carlos said, her voice slightly amused. "Where are we going?" Instead of giving Arizona any answers, he only asked another question.

"I'm taking you to the hospital," Arizona kept her eyes trained on the road. First, she was going to get him checked out, and then she would get her answers. That was the plan.

"No," Carlos said curtly.

Arizona took her eyes off the road and once again looked at the man next to her. Her eyes were giving away just how confused and out of her depth she was here.

"Can you take me to your grandmother?" Carlos asked after a short pause.

"What?" She thought that what had just transpired, finding this man, had been the weirdest thing to happen. But this whole situation was getting weirder by the second.

"Ava and I go way back," Carlos replied matter-of-factly. "She can heal me."

Heal him? Who the hell was this man? And how did he know what her grandmother could do? And for the second time this night, she found herself at an impasse, staring into the eyes of a Torres. These people were turning her whole life upside down. What the hell was going on?

"You don't believe me, do you?" He said. "I see she hasn't told you much. If you don't believe me, give her a call. I truly do not want to go to a hospital. I will go to the precinct with you, you can debrief me or interrogate me or whatever you need to do, but I will not go to a hospital. The kind of healing I require does not come from a doctor."

Without saying a word, Arizona pulled over the car and grabbed her phone. Her mind had taken a backseat right now and all she could think of was that she needed her grandmother. She dialed her grandmother's number, looking at her phone as if she was willing it to connect faster. It was the middle of the night, but even so, Ava picked up the phone on the second ring. "I'm so glad you're alright, dear." The crisp sound of her voice filled the car through the blue tooth system. That was the thing about her grandmother, she always seemed to know exactly what was going to happen before it even happened. So instead of asking how she was, Ava just said she was glad Arizona was alright.

"Ava," Carlos said in a cheerful voice, it seemed he was already doing a lot better than when Arizona had gotten him out of the crate. "What a lovely granddaughter you have. She just saved my life."

"Carlos?"

"The one and only," the man answered with a smile on his face. "How are you doing, Ava?"

And right there and then, Arizona's night got even weirder. She just stared at Carlos, mouth slightly agape, in pure disbelief. Her grandmother knew Carlos Torres? What did her grandmother have to do with this man? Did that also mean she knew Callie? Was that why Ava was warning her about the woman? No, she had not mentioned Callie's name, her grandmother could not have known Callie was the woman they had been talking about. Or could she?

"Arizona? What's going on?" Ava's voice sounded worried and confused, the latter was something she did not hear often in her grandmother's voice.

"I was on a stakeout and happened to find Carlos. He needs medical attention and he just told me he doesn't want a hospital, he wants you instead." Her voice sounded steady and sure of herself, but on the inside, it felt like Arizona's head was about to explode.

"I'll put on the kettle. Come right over." With that, Ava hung up and left an awkward silence in the car.

"Told you," Carlos said smugly as he sat back in his chair and closed his eyes. "Your grandmother is just what I need right now."

"Who are you?" Arizona asked, her voice sounding nothing like how she recognized it. She was so out of her depth here. She felt so incredibly stupid. Everyone around her seemed to know exactly what was going on, except for her. Her grandmother had left out some quite relevant information and it made her feel like a silly little girl.

Arizona had prided herself in being in complete control of her life. She had learned to control her gifts, she had worked hard and always colored within the lines. But right now, she was wondering what she had been working for. What did it matter? She only did have half the information she needed, what the hell were people expecting from her?

"Oh, little girl, I think we should save that for when we get to your grandmother's house." Carlos might not have meant to make Arizona feel even worse, but calling her 'little girl' only made her angrier.

Why am I doing this? She asked herself. Why was she taking this man, this stranger, to her grandmother's house in the middle of the night? Why was she breaking every protocol and every single rule in the book to accommodate him? Why was she letting him dictate her every move?

Arizona had so many questions, her mind was reeling. Surely, if Carlos had also been an angel, she would have known. But if he was….that meant Callie was also an angel. That would explain why she could not read her. But on the other hand, angels were never associated with darkness. And her grandmother had told her Callie had darkness all around her. No, they were definitely not angels.

She could not feel Callie, but she did feel Carlos. She only now realized that. Even though his intentions were good, she could feel darkness around him. Something was up. She had still not found any evidence of him being the head of a drug cartel, but he felt….evil in some way. The fact that there was no proof, did not necessarily mean he was clean. He was hiding something, that was for sure. And by default, so was Callie.

Callie.

She had left the other woman in the district, promised she would leave, and let her do whatever she needed to do. With the way things had gone, she had forgotten about that momentarily. Callie could be up against the men that did this to Carlos. It immediately had Arizona worried for the other woman's safety.

"I sense you are overwhelmed," Carlos said calmly as he watched Arizona drive. "Don't worry about it. Of all the people in the world, you were the one that found me and got me out of there alive. I am forever in your debt. When we get to your grandmother's place, she and I will fill you in. I will personally answer all your questions."

Arizona felt hypersensitive to everything right now. Fortunately, there were not a lot of people on the streets, because she could feel the intentions of every person around her. She glanced toward Carlos and caught his eyes. What she could see in there was indescribable. It made her feel incredibly powerful, but it also made her feel his power. And his power was overwhelming.

"Have you contacted your daughter yet?" Arizona asked, already knowing the answer. She just needed the man to change the subject.

"No, I haven't, but she will be fine. Have you met her?" Carlos tilted his head and watched Arizona's reaction, his lips curling into a mischievous smirk. "I see you have. Then you know that she can handle herself. I will call her when I'm healed, I don't want to worry her even more than I already have."

They pulled up to Ava Robbins' house and as they walked up to the house, Arizona stopped Carlos by putting her hand on his arm. Once she got his attention, she spoke up in an ominous tone of voice. "I don't care who or what you are, but if you so much as look at my grandmother funny, I will kill you." Her eyes showed clearly she meant business. She would protect her grandmother with her life, no matter what.

Carlos let out a throaty laugh. "I know you will, child," he said in his deep voice. "But don't worry, your grandmother and I go way back. I would never hurt her."

Ava had already opened the door and had watched the exchange between the two people on her porch with a smile and a slight shake of her head. "Come on in, let's see what I can do," she said, as she motioned for the two to enter. Once inside, she put her hand on Carlos' arm and smiled at him. "What have you gotten yourself into, young man?" She asked him as she led him into the cozy living room.

Her words made Carlos chuckle. "I haven't been called a young man in a long, long time, Ava."

"To me, you will always be a young man, Carlos. Arizona, dear, can you please get us some tea?" It was obvious Ava wanted Arizona to leave the room for a moment. When she saw the younger woman turn around, she turned back to Carlos. "Now tell me, what happened?"

Arizona did as she was told, but not without grumbling under her breath. She was a damn cop, she was supposed to hear the whole story. Why was her grandmother doing this? Her senses were still heightened and she was on edge, ready to pounce on Carlos the second he did her grandmother any wrong. Her anger seemed to cloud everything though and she now understood where the expression seeing red came from. When she returned to the living room with the tea, it did not seem like she had landed in a weird situation at all. It was like she was watching an exchange between two old friends.

When he finished his recount of what had happened to him, Ava got up and handed the man a cup of tea. "Give me one moment, Carlos, I will be right back."

Her grandmother walked over towards Arizona and pointed at the kitchen. They both walked into the other room and Ava closed the door to the living room behind her, giving them some privacy. "You are going to see some things," Ava said. "I need you to be a good man in the storm, be strong and accept everything you see. Know that no matter what happens in there, I love you and I am strong and can take care of myself. Do not do anything stupid."

Arizona raised her eyebrow. "How does he know you? What is he?"

Ava just shook her head. "I will tell you everything, but first Carlos needs help. Promise me you will not do anything but watch?"

The younger Robbins woman nodded. It did not seem like she had any choice anyway. Usually, being around her grandmother made her calm and feel collected. But even her grandmother's warmth was not enough to make her feel better. If anything, she felt betrayed by the woman.

"Okay, come." With that, Ava opened the door and walked back to the living room. "My apologies, Carlos. This is all very new to Arizona and I had to make sure she was ok."

"It's alright, Ava. I figured this young angel here had no idea what she had gotten herself into." Carlos had been nothing but polite and friendly ever since she had met her. Of course, he really did not have any reason not to be. But he was not at all like the ruthless businessman she had painted him to be from his profile. And he was not at all like the power and darkness that oozed out of him. He seemed more like a gentle giant.

Arizona's eyes grew wide as he identified her so casually like it was not a big deal. She was not used to strangers referring to her like that and it only made her more angry and confused. Was she the only person in the world who had no idea what was going on?

The elder Robbins walked over to Carlos and rubbed her hands together. "Let's fix you first before we explain to her," she said, her lips curling into a sweet smile.

The man nodded and sat up straight, closing his eyes. Ava put her hands on each side of his head like Arizona had seen her do before. What happened next, she had never seen though. She blinked a few times, to make sure that what she was seeing was actually happening. A halo appeared over Ava's head and she was visibly in pain. Arizona could see her grandmother suck all of the pain and weakness out of Carlos Torres' body.

She had heard about the halo before, it happened when angels had to give a lot of themselves to fix the other person. But she had never heard about the person receiving the healing to change appearance. And what Carlos turned into rocked Arizona's whole world.

Her grandmother's body seemed to have all color drained from it, her skin turning an ashy grey as time went on. Carlos suddenly opened his eyes again and they had gone completely black. There was no longer a difference between his pupils and irises. He curled up his lips and fangs had appeared where his corner teeth had been. It then dawned on Arizona that Carlos Torres was not an angel, but a vampire. She could not believe what she was seeing in front of her. Vampires were real? Angels and vampires worked together? Why had her grandmother never told her about their existence?

And if Carlos was a vampire, did that mean that all the people at the warehouse were too? And Callie? Fuck…..she did not even want to think about that. Her head was spinning and all she could do was stand there and watch in awe.

Carlos inhaled deeply and closed his eyes again, obviously sending something towards Ava, whose skin was turning so pale it was almost see-through. The barely wrinkled skin in her neck and face was starting to dry out it seemed, wrinkles becoming deeper and more apparent. Her grandmother seemed to be aging by the second. All the while, Carlos seemed to be getting more and more powerful. He had been powerful before, but now Arizona was almost being knocked down by the strength he radiated.

It was all too much to handle.

"Enough!" Arizona suddenly heard herself say. She had promised to not do anything stupid, but he was killing her grandmother. She was not going to stand there and watch that happen.

The things in front of her had gradually built up in strength, but as she spoke up, everything was gone within seconds. Her grandmother's halo, Carlos' fangs, and the energy that had been filling the room were all gone. The color of Ava's skin slowly turned to normal, as did Carlos' eyes, and the both of them looked at Arizona.

Carlos was obviously amused. "We've got ourselves a feisty one, I like it." His voice had not changed from before, but it had come off differently. He had completely recovered from his ordeal in a matter of an hour and was oozing confidence and power.

"Arizona Elisabeth Robbins, I thought I told you to not do anything?" Ava's voice sounded stern and all signs of her being weak or weakened had immediately vanished after Arizona had spoken up. She was completely fine.

"He was taking everything," Arizona said defensively. She had never seen anything like it before and it was like watching her grandmother die. She had to stop it.

"It's alright, Ava, we were done anyway. Thank you so much." The man got up and hugged Ava tight. Arizona could not believe her eyes again as she saw a single tear run down his cheek. The droplet ended up on her grandmother's skin, where it was immediately absorbed as if it had never been there in the first place.

The hug seemed to last forever, or at least that was what it seemed like to Arizona. She had no idea what to do with herself, so she just stood there, staring. Carlos broke the hug and smiled before he kissed Ava's cheek and used his thumb to wipe away the tears she was shedding. "It's alright, Ava, I'm safe now. Your granddaughter saved me."

Ava turned to Arizona and flashed her an angry look. "You're an idiot," she said sternly. "You could have gotten yourself killed. What on earth were you doing there?"

Arizona was stunned for a moment. It then dawned on her that her grandmother had just experienced everything Carlos had gone through, so she knew exactly what kind of trouble Arizona had gotten herself into. She felt guilty for going out there alone and for not calling back up. But as quickly as the guilt appeared, it was gone again and her anger took over. "If you had told me a little more about the history and, I don't know, maybe that fucking vampires live in this city, I might have been more careful."

"Whoa, whoa, young lady, you do not talk to your grandmother like that," Carlos said in a stern tone of voice. "Most angels know better than to run into a vampire den. But I guess you are not most angels."

This time, Arizona's anger was directed at Carlos. "You could have told me you are a vampire." The fact that she still did not have the full story was making her so, so mad. The anger was now sitting in the pit of her stomach like a ball of hot, fiery lava, waiting to explode.

Carlos chuckled, clearly not impressed by Arizona's venomous words. "I understand you are upset, Arizona, but it was not my place. Your grandmother is the one that is to educate you."

"Your daughter, Callie, is she…?"

"Oh, so you do know my daughter?" Carlos said with a smile, his eyes twinkling as he spoke about Callie. "I'm sure you two get right along. She's a Royal, yes, but she's the only half-blood Royal out there. She has chosen the human life, just like you." It was obvious from the way he spoke that he loved Callie very much and for some odd reason, it made Arizona's anger die down slowly. So Callie was also a hybrid and she had also chosen human life, just like Arizona had.

"A Royal?" Arizona moved towards the sofa and sat down, trying to process all the information she was getting now. She had heard that term before.

"Carlos is not just any vampire," Ava said. "He is what they call a Royal. He's the person that keeps all the vampires in check. A King you could say." She then stopped talking and gasped as information from their earlier conversations seemed to dawn on her. "Arizona," she walked over to her granddaughter and looked at her. "The woman you were telling me about, the one you….met….were you talking about Calliope Torres?"

She did not even need to answer her grandmother's question, the look of pure agony on her face gave it away.

A tear ran down Arizona's cheek. She had so wanted her grandmother to be wrong about Callie, but now she knew Callie was half vampire, Ava's stern words made total sense. Calliope Torres, the woman she had allowed herself to like a little more than she should, had lied to her. She had betrayed her in the biggest sense of the word.

"Oh no," Ava said. "Oh no, no, no, no, no, that is absolutely not happening."

"Carlos, please, give us a moment." Ava put one hand on his shoulder, pushing him back into the sofa so she could focus on Arizona. "You cannot see her again, Arizona, she is bad for you."

"Hey now," Carlos said, his tone of voice changing slightly. "That is my daughter you are talking about." He moved in between the two ladies and put his hand on Ava's shoulder. "Ava, I understand you want to protect Arizona, but the world is evolving. If two ladies want to be together, why not let them? They are both hybrids, maybe it will work, maybe they will be the ones making a difference in our worlds."

Ava looked at Carlos and shook her head. "I am not a homophobe, Carlos. There will be no experimenting with my granddaughter."

"I'm right here," Arizona said angrily. "And I will decide what I do with my life." She had never felt this much anger in her life and she did not know what to do with it. She wanted to scream, shout, punch…and somewhere deep down she wanted to see Callie right now. She needed to know the other woman was ok.

It took a moment for Carlos to catch up to the situation, but once he understood he got up. "Did you see Callie at the den, Arizona?" He asked, worry in his eyes. "Was she at the Warehouse district?"

Arizona looked at the tall man, whose demeanor had suddenly changed. It became more and more apparent he was not one to mess with. "I saw her there. She made me leave, but I tried following her instead, that's how I ended up finding you."

Carlos ran his hand over his head and closed his eyes, mumbling some angry words in Spanish. "Can I borrow your car?" He asked.

Arizona raised her eyebrow at the man. He came into her life, completely turned it upside down and now he wanted to borrow her car? What the hell?

"I will let you ladies talk things out. I have to go and get my daughter, she might be in trouble." Carlos said. "Please, miss Robbins, your car?"

Arizona pursed her lips and without saying a word, got her keys from her pocket and threw them at the man. His reflexes were extremely good for his age and he caught them with ease, flashing her a bright smile.

He put his hand over his heart and looked at Ava. "Thank you for saving my hide once again. Don't worry, I will keep an eye out for this one."

"Thank you," Ava said with a smile. "And you are most welcome, Carlos. We need to keep our city safe."

Carlos then turned to Arizona. "And you…" he took her hand and put it into his. She could feel the power shooting straight into her own body at their touch. For a moment there, they were connected. "I will forever be in your debt. You have my word, I will never let anything bad happen to you."

Even though she felt it was a profound emotional moment, she could only feel her anger right now and she could not care less about what Carlos had to say to her. The power the man just radiated into her body, or whatever it was he did, only fueled that anger. She did not react to the man's words and he took it as a cue to leave.

Just as Carlos was about to open the front door, she took hold of his arm. "We still have official business to attend to," Arizona said coldly. "Vampire King or not, there is a law we have to abide to." She felt more powerful than ever and she was going to show him that she was not afraid of him. He may be the King of the vampires, but she was still a police officer. In the real world, she owned his ass.

The older man was amused by Arizona's tenacity and not nearly as impressed as Arizona had hoped. "Of course," he said. "Please, let me go find my daughter. I will come back here and you can drive me to the police station yourself. Trust me, I will only go and find Calliope. Once I know she is safe, I will come back. You stay with your grandmother and let her explain all this to you."

"If you are not back here in two hours, I will find you," Arizona threatened.

Carlos smiled and nodded. "I know you will, young lady." He walked towards the front door and turned around before opening it. "I will be here, trust me." With that he left the house, leaving Ava and Arizona alone.

The younger Robbins woman turned towards her grandmother. "You have so much explaining to do."

Ava sighed and nodded. "Let me get you some tea."

Callie had not been as lucky as Arizona. She had gone to her father's building again, only to find that the key she had found did not open the lock on the door. She figured it was because Henry or Oscar had changed the locks. Why else would her father keep a key with the note in his notebook? It had to be the key to that building.

She had put so much hope into finding out more in that building, that she was momentarily deflated. Her desperation of finding her father and her anger at feeling so powerless were rising to unbearable levels. Feeling defeated, she circled back to her car and just sat there for a while. The eerie darkness of the night had been sort of soothing. It made her senses work overtime, but at least it was giving her the sense of control back. She knew exactly what was going on in the area. She could feel the energy coming from pretty much the whole vampire community that had gathered in the building a couple of blocks away.

The vote seemed to have taken place because people were starting to come out of the building. By the looks of their demeanor, Callie figured it had not gone to plan. She hoped against all hope that people had chosen the right thing, to keep things as they were so they could all live in safety. She felt tears pool in her eyes at the thought of having to watch the whole world crumble. Of having to watch everything her father had built be burned to the ground and not being able to do anything about it. She had tried, but she had failed. Hard.

To make sure she was not seen, she turned the car around and drove out of the district and back towards her father's house. She would have to go back to the drawing board to figure out her next steps. She could not let all this happen, she could not just roll over and let the Millers take everything her family had worked for.

With her head back in the books in her father's library, she suddenly felt her exhaustion catching up with her. She had been running on empty for too long and her body was giving out. She needed to sleep. A decent meal and sleep. But there was no time for that, not as long as her father was still gone and her world was being threatened.

Carlos Torres had driven Arizona's car all over the city but had not found his daughter. Even though he was somewhat relieved he had not found her in the Warehouse district, he wondered why he could not feel her. She either was far away, or her energy levels were too low. After driving to his daughter's house and not finding her there, he went back to the only place where he thought she could be. His own house.

He drove through the gates to his mansion and parked the car behind a black Mercedes he did not recognize. His daughter's obnoxious vintage T-Bird was not there. But since there was a car in the driveway, Carlos decided to go check it out.

He had lost his belongings when he was grabbed, but he always had a spare key hidden in a key safe under a fake rock close to the front door. He opened the little safe and got out his key. When he opened the door to his house and the familiar scent hit his nostrils, he let out a deep sigh. His house would always feel like home. It was his safe haven.

And there was another thing about it that made Carlos sigh in relief. He could feel his daughter. She was in the house. With a surge of renewed energy, he made his way towards the study, where he found his little girl face down on his desk, sleeping on top of one of his books.

"My darling girl," he said gently as he walked over to Callie and ran his hand through her hair. "Wake up, sweetheart."

Callie stirred slightly. She had been so exhausted, it took a moment before she was pulled back into reality. "Daddy? Is that you?"

"Yes, my dear. I'm back."

Within seconds, Callie jumped up from the chair and into her father's arms. "Daddy!" She exclaimed before she started sobbing uncontrollably.

The tall man wrapped his arms around his daughter and shamelessly breathed in her scent while he soothed her. "I'm here, sweetheart, I'm okay."

"I…I tried," Callie said once she slightly regained her composure.

"Shhh, you did well, dear. Everything is okay. I'm back now and we will figure it out."

Callie leaned back and looked at her father. He looked fresh and healthy like he had been on a nice holiday. "What happened? Where were you? Why didn't you call me?"

"I was taken. I did not leave voluntarily, you know I would never leave you without you knowing where I am." Carlos replied in a soothing tone. "I would never leave you, Calliope."

Being in her father's arms, Callie allowed herself to feed off his energy. She felt herself getting stronger as her father let her drain some of his power. Tears were streaming down her cheeks out of pure relief and exhaustion. It was cathartic and even though she was drained, she could slowly feel herself regaining energy.

"You need to take better care of yourself, Calliope," he said in a gentle but stern tone of voice. "I can feel you are completely depleted. What have you been doing to yourself?"

"They are trying to change the law and I'm trying…I tried…." Callie could barely keep it together as she looked into her father's eyes. He looked way too good for someone who had been taken and held somewhere for almost two months. "Daddy, what happened?"

"I will tell you all about it, but first I have to go and hold up my end of a bargain," Carlos answered. "You can come along if you want, but I have to go."

Callie scrunched up her face and eyed her father suspiciously. "You just got back and you're telling me you need to leave, without explaining yourself? I don't think so."

Carlos chuckled. It seemed like his daughter was slowly coming back to him. "I was rescued earlier tonight, but there is still some unfinished business there. I promised I would return after I found you. I had to check up on you first, sweetheart. I heard you were trying to take on everyone on your own."

The younger Torres furrowed her brows. "How do you know?"

"I know everything, Calliope, you should know that by now." He pushed a strand of hair behind his daughter's ear and smiled lovingly at her. "I'm so happy that you're okay, my darling girl. I've missed you so much."

"I missed you too, daddy. So much has happened."

"You can tell me all about it and I will explain everything to you, but right now, we have to go."

Callie was not letting her father out of her sight again, so she followed suit as her father made his way back outside. The lawyer raised her eyebrow when she saw the car in the driveway. That was not her father's car. Did he steal it?

"Daddy?"

"Yes, my child."

"What are you doing with that car?"

"I borrowed it." Carlos walked over to the car and opened it with the key, motioning for Callie to get into the passenger's seat.

When Callie got in, an all too familiar scent hit her nostrils. For a second, she was overwhelmed with the feeling she got every time Arizona Robbins walked into a room. "This is Arizona Robbins' car," she said, looking at her father in awe. "How the hell did you end up with Arizona's car? Did you do something to her?"

Yes, it was great to see her father again. And yes, she was thanking all the stars that he was okay, but right now he was leaving her with more questions than answers and she did not like it. And why the hell was her father driving around in Arizona's car?

"Ah, I figured you would ask me that." Carlos looked at his daughter and smiled before starting the engine. "Your paramour is the one that saved me."

Callie raised her eyebrow. Did she just hear her father correctly? Her paramour? "Ah, what the hell, Daddy?"

Carlos chuckled and flashed his daughter an all-knowing smile.

"She's not my paramour," Callie said defensively. "We don't even use that word anymore in this century," she added while shaking her head.

"Whatever she is to you, she is the one that saved me. She was in the Warehouse District and got me out of there safely. Her grandmother replenished my powers."

The young Torres' head shot up. "And her grandmother? What?" The fact that Arizona had found her father in the Warehouse District, where Callie herself had been searching, was lost on her.

"Her grandmother is Ava Robbins,' her father answered like he was giving her the most obvious piece of information ever.

"No way," Callie blurted out while shaking her head. Unlike Arizona, Callie had been told about the history of the angels and vampires. She had just never really linked angels to people she knew. And she certainly had not linked the great Ava Robbins to Arizona. If Ava Robbins was an angel…that meant…..holy fucking shit!

"Stop the fucking car."

Carlos did as he was told. Little did Callie know he only did that because they had arrived at their destination. He turned off the engine and leaned back into his seat, waiting for his daughter to speak.

"You're saying Arizona Robbins is….Arizona Robbins?"

"I think I was quite clear the first time."

"No," Callie said. She just refused to believe it. All this time she had been flirting with a fucking angel. Fuck no. She knew there was something special about Arizona, she just did not expect it to be that kind of special.

"I know it's a lot to take in for one night, but please bear with me. We are here." Carlos motioned towards the house and opened the door to the car to get out.

"Close it," Callie's words were implacable.

Carlos looked at Callie and shook his head, "Now is not the time to…." Before he could finish his sentence, Callie growled. It was a feral growl, very unhuman-like. She got out of the car and slammed the door as hard as she could, surprising Carlos as she bared her fangs at him.

"What the…," the older man called out, confusion on his face. "When did this happen? Since when are you defying me, young lady?" His tone of voice lowered, indicating to his daughter to stop messing with him.

Callie was panting, but not because she was out of breath. She was so angry. Angry for being belittled, angry for being lied to, angry for being betrayed. "Just now," she spat. "Don't treat me like a child."

"You are my child."

The dark-haired woman rolled her eyes and took a deep breath, retracting her fangs. Ever since she had chosen human life, she had not lost control over herself like this. It was the first time in years her fangs came out like that.

"Okay, okay, sorry. Look, darling, I've always been open and honest with you. You know about the history. You know angels and vampires work together. You know it as Mrs. Robbins and I who implemented the New Rules to keep us all safe and give us a chance to just live our lives. What more do I have to tell you?"

"You said we would be able to recognize all angels." By now, Callie realized she sounded like a sulking child, but she had stopped caring. Her father had just pulled the rug from under her feet, making her fall flat on her face. She had the right to be upset.

"You are. I'm surprised you haven't seen Miss Robbins' aura, it's the whitest white I've ever seen," he looked at his daughter, not understanding how she could not have caught on. "And even if you haven't seen that aura, you must have felt the power radiating from her."

Callie shook her head. "I had never seen the white before, I didn't know what it meant." And she had to admit she had felt the power, especially when she had gotten so close to Arizona. When their lips had met, it had been even more powerful than a shot of blow. Now she knew that rush she felt was not because she was kissing a beautiful woman. She had been kissing an angel.

"I have to go handle business. You can come in if you'd like, but you can also just go back to the house. I will meet you there when I'm done." He noticed the worried look in Callie's face and smiled. "Don't worry, nothing will happen. I feel more powerful than ever."

Callie could not help but smile at the way her father looked at her. "There is no way I'm going on there. I'll go back home." She paused for a moment. "But I'm still angry with you."

The older man chuckled. "I wouldn't want it any other way, darling."

"I'm walking back," Callie said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She really wanted to see Arizona, but she was not ready to face her now. And certainly not with her father around. She would find the time later to confront the blonde. She was too angry right now and she knew she would not be able to control herself. The last thing she wanted was to lose it in front of Arizona or Ava Robbins for that matter.

Carlos nodded. He walked over to Callie to hug her, but she shook her head as she stepped back. "Alright," he said with a shrug. He realized the information she had just gotten was a lot and decided to give her some space.

Callie turned on her heels and quickly walked towards the street corner, now not so glad she was wearing sneakers. The clicking of her high heels would have sounded more dramatic. They would have been more fitting for this exit. Just as she was about to turn the corner, something urged her to look back to the house. And when she did, her eyes met Arizona's. For a moment, both women just stared at each other, both of them having blank looks on their faces. So much needed to be said, but neither woman was even conveying anything with their eyes right now. They both just looked defeated.

Arizona broke eye contact first by turning her attention to Carlos. "Ready?" She asked as she stepped outside and closed the door behind her.

When the man nodded, Arizona looked to the corner of the street, where Callie had been standing. The woman was now gone and for some reason, that made her feel better.

Carlos and Arizona got into the car and the blonde drove off. By now the sun was coming up, but Arizona did not feel tired at all. She was still running on pure adrenaline.

"I apologize for the way you found out about our history," Carlos said sincerely after they had both sat in silence. "It must be a lot."

"Life has its ways," Arizona said. Her voice sounded calm, but from her posture, it was obvious there was still a lot of residual anger raging through her body. Her grandmother had filled her in some, but it was nowhere near what Arizona had felt she needed right now. So right now, she was going to control her anger and act professionally.

Carlos turned toward the woman next to him. "Look, I'm sure your grandmother had her reasons. She could not have known you were going to walk into a vampire den. She probably just wanted to keep you safe and have you live your life. You're obviously good at what you do because you found me. And I'm sure you can handle yourself, but your grandmother vowed to protect you."

The blonde chuckled sarcastically. "With all due respect, I don't think I need advice from you. I would like to remind you that you are still under investigation and anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

Instead of feeling insulted, Carlos chuckled. "You sound like my daughter," he said while shaking his head. "Kids these days…..Alright, we'll play it like that." He decided to humor Arizona on this one since it could not do any harm.

After the silence in the car returned and they were closing in on the police station, he spoke again. "One thing though," he said, pursing his lips. "What are we going to say?" Carlos looked amused and it had Arizona's big lava ball of rage in her stomach almost boil over.

"We?"

"Yes, we," Carlos replied matter-of-factly. "It's not like we can just write up a report about the truth. We all saw how you reacted to seeing my true side. And that came from a half-breed. Imagine the reaction of the humans. They'll lynch us all."

Arizona had not even thought of that, she had been too busy being angry. "Alright," she said, before pinching the bridge of her nose. Finally, she thought she had the upper hand, only to once again find out she was in way over her head.

"I've done this before," Carlos said, truly wanting to help the younger woman out. "I know what to say."

"I was following your daughter," Arizona started, not acknowledging the olive branch Carlos was trying to hand her. "…but I lost her because I was distracted by noises coming from an alley in the warehouse district. I ended up in a warehouse, where I found you. Locked in a room." Somehow Arizona figured that it would be best to leave out that Carlos Torres had been held in a wooden shipping crate.

"Thank you for leaving her out of this," Carlos said calmly. He could feel Arizona's energy and it was much like Callie's, he knew he needed to tread lightly and let both women digest all this new information.

If looks could kill, Carlos would be a dead man by now. Even though he had tried to work with her, the look he was receiving was very sour. One that could only be mirrored by his daughter. He figured Arizona was not amused by the situation like he was. Maybe if she had had some more experience with this world, she could have seen the fun in it.

"Don't worry," he said. "I've been doing this since way before you were born, no one is going to find out."

He could see the woman think. "You are not disappointing anyone, Arizona. If anything, you are the protector of all beings in this city. You have no idea what you have done for the vampire community. Not even to mention for the humans, they would have been slaughtered if I had not come back in time."

If she had to believe Carlos, she was some sort of hero. But it did not feel like that at all. She was about to commit perjury. It did not sit well with her, no matter how noble the reason was. She was about to purposely mislead a system she wholly believed in.

"I know you angels have these righteous feelings," Carlos said. "But sometimes things are not as black and white as they may seem. Doing everything right is not always the best way to deal with things. Sometimes a little wrong can actually lead to a better right in the end. And besides, who decides what is right or wrong?"

Arizona turned her head towards Carlos and almost rolled her eyes. "That's such a vampire thing to say," she bit at him.

The older man let out a throaty laugh. "I guess it is," he shrugged.

The whole process had gone by in a blur. Arizona had kept to her word, knowing she had to protect the non-human communities of the city. She filled out her paperwork, talked to her boss, and ended up writing up a report at seven in the morning because she wanted to keep an eye on Carlos. The man was still being talked to by other cops. The whole time, she also kept thinking of Callie. Had she known all along? Why had she not told Arizona anything?

The blonde had to admit Callie had sort of tried to warn her when she urged her to leave the district. But how was Arizona supposed to know she was in the middle of a vampire den? Callie could have told her that!

The more she had learned from Carlos and her grandmother tonight, the more things had started to click. But at the same time, the more questions she ended up with. Little things she had noticed about Callie made sense now. Apart from one thing.

She could read Carlos easily, maybe even better than she could read normal humans. So it was a mystery why she could not read Callie. Was it because she was a hybrid?

The annoying thing was that she could not really look it up on the internet since, like herself, Callie was also kind of an anomaly in her community. She had to let it go though. Her grandmother had been right to say she should keep Callie at arm's length. It was only going to cause problems. Calliope Torres was trouble.

It was closing in on noon when Carlos Torres was finally allowed to go home. It was not Arizona that had been assigned to drive him home, but another cop. The blonde had to stay at the precinct to be debriefed. When he walked past her desk, he patted his hand on it and flashed Arizona an all-knowing look, winking at her when their eyes met. She nodded at him but did not return the smile.