Amelia
The kiss took me aback. I wasn't expecting it. I can't help but wonder if she regrets it; if it was just emotions running high. I really, really hope not. It was brief but incredible.
We've been sat the same way for about 15 minutes now, in complete and utter silence. My hand is still tangled in her hair, soothingly massaging her scalp. She's nestled into my shoulder and my cheek rests on top of her head. Her breathing has settled completely now.
I hear the door swing open and feel Arizona's body tense. She still doesn't feel safe.
"It's okay," I say so quietly that only she can hear. She stays nestled in but grabs one of my hands for extra security. I look up to see Jo who brings a calm atmosphere with her. She sits the other side of Arizona and gently takes her unoccupied hand.
"He's gone. They've taken him into custody," she says quietly. "The police want to talk to you."
"Can they not do it another day?" I ask, totally agitated by the insensitivity of it all.
"I explained the situation and they still seem quite eager to talk today," Jo explains, apologetically.
"It's okay," I hear Arizona say groggily. "Let's get it over with..."
Jo and I help her to her feet. She doesn't let go of our hands. Her feet don't seem ready to move.
"Is Alex okay?" she asks Jo, concern evident in her eyes.
"He's fine," she smiles. "He scared the guy... like really scared him, but he didn't lay a finger on him." She goes on ahead to open the door for us. "He's with the police now. He'll be there with you. Don't worry." She nods and turns to me with scared eyes.
"I will, too," I confirm with a gentle smile.
We walk down the corridor and towards Karev's office. Inside, I can see two police officers sitting across the desk from him. Jo knocks on the door and opens it when she hears, "Come in."
"Dr Robbins, Dr Shepherd," she introduces us quickly and closes the door behind us.
"Good morning, Dr Robbins. We'll try not to take up too much of your time." The taller man says, politely. "May I ask who you are?" he asks me.
"Amelia Shepherd," I hold my hand out to shake his. "I'm a doctor here, too. I witnessed the attack."
"Dr Robbins, are you happy for Dr Shepherd to be a part of this conversation?"
"Yes, yes, definitely!" she says quickly, worried they're going to make me leave the room.
...
Arizona
The police ask me question after question and, though I answer the best I can, I feel as though I haven't given them much information or evidence. Amelia, on the other hand, is brilliant. She's relaying details I'd completely forgotten about.
I'm confused as to why he'd come to this hospital for treatment. Surely he'd avoid this place at all costs for fear of being recognised. I tell this to the police and they give me a clichéd 'the criminal always returns to the scene of the crime'. To be honest, I think they're just as baffled as me.
The police told us my attacker will not be granted bail and they'd be searching his apartment later today. It makes me sick to my stomach thinking about what might be hiding in his home.
"The suspect's name is James Blake," the policeman reveals. "Might you have had any contact with him or any of his family members before?" One of them asks. I rack my brain, trying to think.
"Blake? As in Penny Blake?" Amelia asks. Callie's ex-girlfriend. Is this man related to Penny?
"My ex-wife dated a woman named Penny Blake, but I don't think she has family around here," I state bluntly.
"And your ex-wife's name?"
"Calliope Torres... she works here, too." The police note it down and stand up to shake our hands.
"Thank you for your time doctors. We'll be in touch soon." And, with that, they leave. It's a relief.
...
On the way out, I rearrange my appointment with the psychiatrist. I'm leaning on the Reception desk, signing some documents, when I feel a familiar hand on my back. I already know that it's Amelia.
"You good?" she asks casually. I smile and nod at her.
Amongst all the chaos and confusion, I can't help but think of that kiss we shared. That perfect, heart-stopping kiss. I hope it wasn't a one-off; a meaningless comfort kiss. I want to kiss her again and again.
"I'm good," I confirm. "You should go check on those patients you wanted to see. I want to catch up with Richard, anyway."
"Are you sure?" she asks. I know that if I said 'no', she'd take me home immediately. But, I genuinely do want to see Webber.
"I'm sure," I confirm again with a smile. She smiles back and steps closer to me. So close that I think we might kiss again.
"I won't be long," she say quietly before kissing my cheek. She looks at me intensely, as though she's checking that what she's just done is okay. I give her a crooked smirk, trying to signal that I haven't forgotten about our kiss.
She makes her way quickly down the corridor and I turn to walk the opposite way, searching for Webber. I find him in one the CT scan rooms, checking over someone's liver results. Seems like it's a pretty slow day for him.
"Hi, Richard," I say quietly. He turns to look at me.
"Arizona... What are you doing here?"
"Well... it's good to see you, too!" I reply in jest. Before I even finished the sentence, he's enveloped me in a fatherly hug. I've never had a hug quite like this from him before. It reminds me of the hug Mark Sloan gave me on the morning of my wedding day. The hug that comforted me when I was heartbroken that my brother wasn't there during such a special time. It was one of those hugs that tries to protect you from the world. And, now Richard is giving me the same one. He breaks the embrace and holds me at arms length. I feel like I'm about to be scolded.
"You should be resting," he states, firmly.
"I'm going home soon," I say, trying to ease his worry. "Just wanted to visit before I come back to work." I choose to leave out any drama of the day and we fall into easy conversation. We decide to walk to the break room and get a coffee.
As we make our way down the hallway, I'm stopped by Callie who rushes me into an embrace.
"Are you alright?" she asks, shakily.
"Callie, I'm fine," I say, quickly. I look at her with wide eyes, trying to gesture for her to stop talking. I don't want Richard to stress about the traumatic day I've had. It goes completely unnoticed.
"I'm so sorry," she bites her lip and I watch as a couple of her tears fall to the ground. "I spoke to the police," she says quietly. "He's... he's Penny's brother," she reveals. "The man who attacked you... it's her brother."