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Chapter 6.

The smoke was heavy in the air as Mark roamed the top floor in his eager waiting for Callie to return. She couldn't be away for long. She knew she couldn't and shouldn't. She had a big responsibility here and many of the customers came just for her, even if they didn't get a chance to be alone with her, they got a chance to see her. She was well liked among everyone. She always treated everyone the same, unless there were a reason for her not to, and that's one of the reasons Mark liked her, was in love with her even. He usually scared off people who were making a move on Callie in the romantic department. Not while she was working of course, since that was her living, but when they were off duty sort of speak.
He stood by the railing, resting his hands on it while he was looking down at the crowd. The music was loud and starting to annoy him, but he suspected that his annoyance had to do with Callie being away.
People were drinking, playing cards and socialising with the girls. The new redhead girl, Kepner, seemed to be doing really well down there after he had told her she didn't have to take on a customer this evening. She socialised with the men really well. As soon as she started to lighten up, she was a sight to behold. She was beautiful. Maybe he could have some fun with her for a change, and not with Callie. That was if Callie didn't show up tonight.
He stood upright and walked down the stairs, calling the attention of one of the guards, a big, darkhaired man that was all muscles.
'Go find her' he just said to him.
The man gave him a nod and walked outside to do what his boss told him to do.

In her house, Callie tended to the wounded Ari. She cleaned the wound and wrapped a bandage around Ari's thigh, just above the knee, where she had been shot. It was more or less a flesh wound, but it was still bleeding. She needed a doctor, but didn't want one and Callie didn't want to push her luck with the blonde, but seemingly dangerous, beauty she had in front of her.
'Aren't you gonna ask me?' Ari said.
'About what?'
'About how I got shot?'
'If you want to tell me you will, if you don't then you won't' Callie simply replied. 'If you want to tell me I'm all ears, if not then that's fine too.'
Ari just looked her. She watched her clean her wounds and scratches, how she bandaged her leg. How she just let her be and not demanding or asking all the time.
'It was .. Avery' Ari said, 'Avery Jackson.'
Like Callie would know who he was.
'He used to ride in the Robbins gang, well is riding in the Robbins gang' she continued. 'I used to be in that gang, until they turned on me.'
Callie lifted her eyes and looked Ari in the face.
'So .. you're Arizona Robbins?' she asked.
'Yes, yes I am', Ari nodded.
She didn't know why she was telling Callie all this, but she felt like she could trust her. Callie wouldn't give away who she was, she hoped. If she did, she'd not live long enough to get the reward.
'You can put your pants on now' Callie said.
Arizona stood up and grabbed her pants and started to pull them on.
'I won't tell a soul' Callie mumbled just loud enough for Arizona to hear what she said. Arizona lifted her face to check if Callie had just said what she thought she had. Callie looked back into Arizona's face and nodded.
'Yeah, you heard me right' she smiled a small, crooked smile.
Arizone smiled back for once, something she very rarely did, and buttoned her pants up before putting her jacket back on, grabbing her hat and walked towards the door.
'Thank you' she mumbled over her shoulder, that was something else she never did. Thanking someone for helping her.
Callie just stood there watching Arizona leave her house. How amazing it was. Why was she always drawn towards the people that were untouchable. Like Arizona. This blonde beauty with those adorable dimples. Callie felt her heart beat faster just by the thought of those dimples. How could someone fall that fast for someone else was a mystery, but here she was, falling for Arizona Robbins. A bank robber and thief, yet a woman. A free woman. A woman that did what pleased her and didn't care what other people thought of her. Well maybe she did, she didn't know but Arizona was a free woman. Free of all the binds that ties a woman up, whether she's a prostitute or teacher, a wife and mother.

A/N sorry this chapter took forever to get up. Hope you like it anyway.