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Chapter 7: ¡Bienvenido a Sevilla!

Seville, Southern Spain

56 km outside of Seville at Morón Air Base, Interpol's Intelligence Director for Europe, Addison Montgomery, was waiting alongside her team members Officers Cormac Hayes and Carina DeLuca for the private jet to arrive from the US. There had still been no news of the whereabouts of her missing agent Andrea DeLuca and as time passed, her fears grew that the young Italian might never be found alive.

Carina was Andrea's older sister, and one of Addisons best Intelligence Officers. Earlier that morning Addison had had to make a tough decision. She didn't want to lose Carina's experience, but she needed to be sure that she was focused enough to stay on the operation despite her brother's disappearance, despite the growing probability that Andrea was dead.

When posed the question, the Interpol officer had responded in a determined manner. "Honestly Boss...there is no way in hell you are taking me off this operation." Her voice was firm, oozing with her trademark Latina fire, but her eyes gave away all her emotions. Carina knew her boss was completely within her rights to make her stand down, she just hoped that she could convince the Chief that she was able to put her personal connection to one side and to allow her to stay on the job.

Over the years Addison had built up a reputation as being a people person and had used these skills many a time whilst a field operative in the earlier years of her career. She was an expert in body language and trusted her gut instincts which nine times out of ten were usually right. She held the Italian's gaze for a few seconds while she made her mind up to allow the brunette to remain part of the team. She sincerely hoped it wasn't a decision she would come to regret.

Addison watched out the window as the private plane landed and taxied up to the hangar where a small makeshift conference room had been set up at the airbase. Corporal Alex Karev of the Marine Corps and his team of Owen Hunt, Jackson Avery, and Jo Wilson were stationed at Morón Air Base and had been selected to provide the tactical and armed support on the ground when necessary.
Addison would be providing them with a short update on activities while the US Team had been in the air.

Addison had been organising the search for her missing Interpol agent when the call from Director Bailey had come in, confirming that Special Operations Officer Arizona Robbins would be leading a joint team.

Arizona and Addison had met in London four years earlier at a security conference. They had been the only women at the event and had quickly bonded with each other, fending off the unwanted attention from their male counterparts. They shared a similar sense of humour and had over the years built up a good friendship, Arizona and Tom had even gone on vacation with Addison and her husband Hugo.

As they entered the room, Arizona greeted Addison whilst watching Callie, Mark, and Carina exchange hugs. Callie and the Interpol agent had exchanged words in Italian before the FBI agent pulled the slender woman back in for another hug. As Arizona watched out of the corner of her eye, she couldn't help but wonder what the history was between Callie and the attractive Italian woman. Had they been intimate with each other? There was clearly a bond between them, that was obvious from their body language and the way they looked at each other. Arizona scolded herself and forced herself to look away. What did it matter if they had slept together? Maybe they still were! Callie was none of her business anymore.

She could not deny that seeing Callie sleep on the plane had gotten to her. Arizona had shamelessly stared at the beautiful Latina and had carefully watched her body language while she slept. Callie had looked relaxed and happy and it had reminded her of the many times they had shared a bed together and she had watched Callie sleep. Her hand had almost itched to reach out and push a strand of hair behind the brunette's ear. And most of all, she could not deny that the soft groans coming from the woman while she dreamt had not caused Arizona to feel a little hot under the collar. She had wondered what the brunette was dreaming.

Arizona actually shook her head to shake off any remnants of the thoughts about Callie, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand. They were in Spain now, it was go time.

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Two hours later and the Americans were unpacking, having been dropped off at the small US embassy-owned apartment block that would act as their base during the mission. Callie and Mark were bunking together and Arizona had her own apartment, one of the perks of being in charge.

Lexie and Ben were sharing the largest apartment that would also act as their operation room and were busy setting up their various laptops and communication devices. Arizona gave the team a couple of hours off to catch up on some sleep before she wanted them back in the ops room at 20:00 for their instructions.

After unpacking, the blonde flopped down onto the sofa and pulled out her phone. She had deliberately left it on airplane mode until she was alone to avoid reading any messages from Tom, who would have woken up and found her note next to the divorce papers. Knowing she couldn't put it off anymore the blonde had switched her phone back on and sat and waited as her phone buzzed to life.

There were ten text messages in shout capital letters and three voicemails. Taking a sip of a cold beer she had retrieved from the fridge the blonde closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and readied herself as she hit the play button.

"You have three new voicemails. First message left today at 07.35 am from 0751547736"

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." Arizona felt knots start to form in her stomach as she listened to her husband shout down the phone "I cannot fucking believe that even you could be this cold of a bitch…" Arizona winced at the venom in her husband's voice, at the sound of that word, and decided she had listened to enough of that message. She pressed 3 on her phone to delete the message.

"Message deleted. New voice mail message left today at 1.50 pm from 0751547736"

Arizona realised she was holding her breath as she waited for Tom to start speaking "Arizona….I am so fucking pissed at you. I'm pissed that you just left those papers for me to find whilst you're off saving the fucking world again. I'm pissed that you had those papers drawn up the day after we got back from our weekend away and yet you wait until now to give them to me. I'm pissed as hell at you for running away from this...from me."

Arizona felt a tear slip down her cheek as she listened to Tom's second message. The hatred and aggression so apparent in Tom's voice in the first message seemed to have subsided. Instead of hate, she heard the hurt in his voice. Heard the pain and sadness and she felt a wave of remorse flood her body. She felt guilty listening to her husband's message, but what was she supposed to do? She had tried to get Tom to talk and he had refused. She brushed away the tear with her hands and took another sip of beer, her hand shaking slightly as she raised the bottle to her lips. Doubts started running through her head. Had she made a huge mistake? Tom was right...she was a bitch! Fuck, she felt bile start to form in the pit of her stomach as she pictured her husband's face.

"New voice mail message left today at 4.07 pm from 0751547736"

"I'm sorry babe... I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy...couldn't be the man you deserved…" Arizona stopped listening and dialed her husband's number. Her hand was shaking as the phone rang, but she froze after two rings when Tom picked up.

"Tom, Tom, it's me!" Arizona said as the tears started falling as her husband's face appeared on her screen. "I'm sorry. I...don't know what to say….I'm sorry I couldn't be the wife you deserved...this isn't one person's fault...we're both at fault," Arizona said as tears fell down her cheeks. It had been a decision she had been putting off for months and the emotions were now flowing out of her and she was unable to stop them. As she looked at her husband she felt immense sadness engulf her, but at the same time, a huge wave of relief seemed to flood through her at the fact it was finally done.

Tom shook his head down the camera. "I know Arizona...please don't cry. I...I'm sorry for earlier….I was, you know it was a shock"

"Was it?" Arizona asked as she looked down the camera at Tom. "Was it really a shock?"

They weren't husband and wife, they weren't even friends anymore. They were two people who had different visions for their futures, two people who were finally admitting that they weren't right for each other.

Tom thought for a moment before shaking his head "No. No, I guess it wasn't. It's been over for a while hasn't it?" Tom asked a lump formed in his throat.

Again Arizona was unable to speak instead she just nodded her head.

"I've just been too stubborn to admit it." Tom paused, the emotion in his voice clearly audible. "...that it's the best thing for us in the long term... the best thing for both of our happiness. You deserve to be happy, Arizona."

"We both do, Tom. I'm not faultless here, I know I put work first, and I am sorry….I wanted to talk to you about it Tom...I really did...it's just that…"

Tom interrupted the blonde, "it's just that I was always too angry or too drunk!" he scoffed. "You even asked me to come home last night and I didn't listen. I'm sorry Arizona. I'm sorry we ended up like this...not even able to talk...that is my fault."

Arizona stared down the camera at Tom, her eyes agreeing with his last sentence about them not being able to talk. She had tried, she really had, but it had always turned into a fight, and, eventually, Arizona had given up trying.

"I don't think you ever forgave me for Iraq," she said softly as she recalled an incident from a couple of years back that had temporarily split the couple up.

Arizona and Tom had been married for two years at the time and were both progressing well in their careers. Tom specialised in the technical elements of the operations, hacking into servers to monitor the chatter on channels, cracking codes used by the terrorist cells to share details of potential targets. He had individually stopped two clear terrorist attacks on US soil and had recently been promoted. Arizona was an operations officer and had been recently taken under the wing of Director Bailey, who saw the potential in the young CIA officer.

They had both been sent on an operation to Iraq to locate and capture a wanted terrorist, only things hadn't gone to plan. A week into the mission Tom had fucked up. He had been monitoring the chat rooms one night and had fallen asleep on the job. He can't have dozed off for more than an hour, but in that time he had missed a message about the location of the main suspect. By the time he had woken up and realised his error he knew he was in trouble. He panicked and amended the time log to cover up for the error, but by the time he had contacted Arizona and the ops team, it was too late. The suspect had escaped. They had been so close, but he had slipped out from underneath their fingers.

Later that night over dinner they had been talking and Tom slipped up with his timing and Arizona had realised what had happened. That he had missed the message. Tom had begged his wife to not say anything, pleaded with her to keep it a secret so that his career wouldn't be affected, but Arizona was horrified that Tom had lied and tried to cover up his error. It wasn't the fact that he had fallen asleep that she had a problem with, it was more the fact that he had lied and was putting pressure on her to do the same. They had a duty of care and ethics to uphold and as Arizona had laid awake that night thinking what to do she pictured her dad. What would Colonel Daniel Robbins have done in the situation? What would her beloved dad have expected Arizona to do?

The next morning she reported Tom's cover-up to their superiors and Tom was removed from the operation. He had been dishonest and she couldn't live with herself if she went along with the lie. She would not be bullied into changing who she was. She could not change her fundamental core values for anyone, not even her husband.

When Arizona had returned home Tom had temporarily moved out of the house they shared. He was furious with her for not taking his side. As well as for what it meant to his career and ultimately what it said about their relationship.

Tom looked at Arizona and in a soft resigned voice said, "I think if I'm honest the problems were there before that even happened." Tom swallowed and chose his words carefully before adding, "you were never really in it were you?"

He watched as Arizona looked away from the screen momentarily, the guilt written all over her face being the answer he was looking for. Tom was a good guy and their relationship had been good, comfortable. But he had never sparked any passion in her or made her excited about life, not like Callie had done. She had married Tom out of a sense of duty, a sense of doing what she thought was right at the time. Even though it was so wrong. And it had certainly come back to bite her in the ass. The worst thing being that she had hurt other people in the process.

They talked for a while longer, agreeing that Tom would stay at the house for the time being and they would sit down and talk about things properly once Arizona was back.

After she hung up the phone Arizona headed straight for the shower where she let the water run over her head and mingle with the tears that ran down her face. The blonde let out a small groan as she felt the water hit her tired and tensed muscles. It was done. Her marriage was over. She had tried, they both had, certainly in the beginning, but ultimately they had married too quickly and weren't right for each other.

As she rubbed the shampoo into her hair, she finally managed to get her emotions under control. She took deep breaths as she closed her eyes and tipped her head back against the shower wall. She felt like the weight she had been carrying around for the past year had finally been lifted off her chest. She could breathe a little easier, almost feel herself standing a little taller, now that the decision had been taken. A decision that Arizona realised they should have taken months ago. To Arizona getting a divorce had felt like a failure and she wasn't used to failing things. Telling people her marriage to Tom was over was going to be hard, but she also suspected that deep down some of her friends had just been waiting for this moment. Waiting for them to throw the towel in. There had been plenty of raised eyebrows from her girlfriends when she had married Tom, but she had had her reasons. Reasons that whilst perhaps not traditional ones when it came to marriage, made sense to her.

After her shower, Arizona had dressed quickly and got her head back in the game. Her personal life might be a complete mess, but she had her work to focus on. She tapped out a short status report to send back to the States in case Bailey and Webber needed to brief the President. She had a plan to find Abu Ahmed, she just hoped it would work.

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Food was ordered and once everyone had arrived and tucked into the various dishes, they headed into the makeshift operations room for their instructions. Callie had nearly choked on her croquette as she watched Arizona walk over to a large boardroom table and rest her butt against its smooth polished surface. The brunette felt her cheeks blush as she had a flashback to her hot dream earlier that day.

"Close your mouth, Torres!" Mark had whispered into his partner's ear, generating an annoyed look back from Callie, but he had a point. She knew she was staring at the blonde, but even after all the time that had passed, it was hard not to. She was breathtaking.

Arizona's hair was still slightly damp, indicating she had just showered. The soft blonde curls were loosely tied back out of the way, however, some strands had escaped and Callie felt her stomach flip as she watched the CIA agent absentmindedly tuck them behind her ear. The brunette was at a loss as to how a simple act could generate such a strong response in her as felt another throb down below as her eyes made their way down the blonde's neck, that she used to spend a lot of time doting on. Arizona was wearing black jeans and a fitted crisp white shirt that, Callie couldn't help but observe, made her boobs look amazing. The shirt was unbuttoned at the top, and there glistening through the opened shirt neck was the silver necklace again. Callie stared at the green stone resting against the blonde's skin, skin she pictured her hand running down.

Arizona waited for Addison to confirm she was ready and started the briefing, bringing Callie out of her trance-like state. The brunette took a deep breath to recenter herself and move focus back to the task at hand. She was a professional and she could do this.

"OK, so joining us on a conference call is Teddy Altman. She is our liaison with the Department of Justice. Hi Teddy," Arizona said addressing the blonde woman who was dialing in from Washington.

"Good evening everyone, I'll keep this brief. I know this isn't your first field trip, so I'm sure I don't need to remind you all that you are on foreign soil. Therefore our every move has the potential to cause a diplomatic nightmare. I have been liaising with my Spanish counterparts and with the Civil Guard who should be authorising connection to their surveillance network within the next hour."

"About time," Lexie huffed, generating a stern look from Arizona. The young IT wizz really did not know when to keep her mouth closed sometimes. As brilliant as she was at her job, she still had a lot to learn, diplomacy being a prime example.

Teddy continued, "we're lucky to be working alongside Interpol agents, but ultimately this operation is sanctioned by President Yang and the US Government. Any fuck ups or mistakes are our responsibility. You know the rules guys….please don't break them!"

Arizona found herself staring over at the two FBI agents in the room who she had suspected were not fans of rules. This was her operation, and so at the end of the day any mistakes were on here and she intended to run a tight ship. The looks she received in return did not spark a lot of confidence within her. She was going to have to watch them closely.

"You heard Teddy. We follow the rules to the T, OK! No illegal wire hacks, no excessive force. This operation is personal to President Yang and many other people…" Arizona looked over Carina, whose brother had now been missing for three days "...but as hard as it may be….we stay professional and do this by the book, alright?"

Arizona looked around the room to make sure her team understood her and received a round of nods and, "yes boss".

"Great. So let's go through stage one and how we're gonna track down this bastard!"

Arizona and Addison talked through the plan, the rest of the team practically hanging on their words as they came out of their lips. The excitement was buzzing through the room and the team seemed to be more than ready to tackle this assignment.

Interpol officer Cormac Hayes' wife Maria was a senior detective in the local Civil Guard. She had been able to use her local contacts to track down Abu's wife who was formerly known as Ana Diaz-Gutierrez.

Ana, who was just 20, was born in Cadiz, southern Spain, and was one of two daughters in a pretty traditional Spanish family. No links to terrorism were found when the family was investigated, however, analysis on the family laptop had shown that eighteen months earlier Ana had met Abu online whilst he was still in the US. Their initial chats were innocent enough, they discussed their favourite TV shows and Abu would talk about his life in the US. But quickly, the young Algerian had moved the subject onto politics and religion and they would message for hours on end, all through the night, whilst Ana's family slept upstairs, oblivious that their youngest daughter was being groomed by a soon to be ISIS terrorist. They started a relationship and Ana changed her name to Zaynab when she converted to Islam so they could marry. Ana cut all ties to her family when she left one night to travel to Seville where Abu was waiting for her having fled the US after setting off the bomb. It had been a huge shock to the whole family when they had found out that she had married and was expecting their first grandchild with a wanted terrorist.

The young woman was 31 weeks pregnant and intel showed that she recently made contact with her sister via a phone call in which she expressed her concerns about becoming a mother and her worries that Abu may be leaving Spain on another trip, leaving her all alone. This was the first time her family had heard from her, and it gave the team hope that she could be turned. Agents Sloan and Torres were to drive to Cadiz to get Maria to come back to Seville and meet her sister.

The CIA officer had no idea how easy it would be to convince her to turn against the man she had fallen in love with. The man for whom she had left her former life behind and converted to Islam. The man whose child she was carrying.

Arizona hoped that Zaynab would do the right thing for her child. Would agree to help them capture Abu, so in turn, they could help her be reunited with her family. The blonde hoped that they would be able to convince her to return to her family who loved her and would help and support her and the baby.

Arizona's whole plan hung on Zaynab agreeing to give up her husband. Would the young Spaniard choose her family for her and her unborn baby over Abu? Would Zaynab pick the easier life or would she choose love?

It was a difficult decision, one that Arizona knew all about!