Title: Point Blank
Authors: Ash (designing myself) and Gina (gatorgirl2008)
Pairing: Callie and Arizona
Rating: R
Summary: Callie is involved in a dangerous situation where she fights to get out. Arizona is completely helpless but will do everything to save her. Will their love pull them through?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fiction, nor do I have any rights in regards to them. All characters belong to ABC and Shonda Rhimes

A/N: This chapter is from Arizona's POV. Thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter. Keep em coming

I had been having a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach all day and all I wanted was to have dinner with my girlfriend. I couldn't wait for her to hold me in her arms, stroke my hair and tell me everything's ok.

Suddenly a voice pulled me out of my thoughts but it wasn't the voice I wanted to hear.

"There's food! There's alot yummy of food."

Before I can say anything to immediately stop her, she began picking the food from the dinner bowl that I had nicely transferred from the tin foils they came in. I did not order food from New China Express restaurant that comes in a white cardboard box that we both usually ordered. This was my favorite food that I wanted Callie to try. I had to pick it up myself because unlike fast food places they don't deliver.

"This is better than the stuff thrifty Callie orders." Cristina said looking overly excited. She wasn't exactly the person I had been expecting. I thought she had already left before I came in. She is the person who I had to get accustomed to because I am her roomie's girlfriend and mutual understanding has its benefits. She could be annoying and bitchy but I also knew Cristina was one of the people who truly had Callie's back and so I made the effort to be civil with her.

"Um..Cristina.." I slowly interrupted her gratification.

"Wha- " She said with her mouth full.

"I thought you were at work?"

"Work? Oh, I will be in a bit" She took a seat on the bar chair.

"Oh" I said confused.

"What is this stuff you ordered?. It's all fancy and -"

"It's date food Cristina" I informed her firmly.

"Be nice and share the date food" She took another bite of the chicken. I looked at her with irritation and I know she sensed it. I know she was enjoying it and must be smirking about that idea within.

Cristina checked her pager one last time and grabbed her bag to head out for her shift. I can tell she was very excited about the surgery Owen had promised to let her scrub in on. He also added that he might be able to teach her the Bunnell suture pattern if she gets lucky.

Thus the bubbly attitude versus the bitchy sarcastic one.

"Wait..." I stopped her before she opened the door.

"What?"

"Can you call Callie for me... on her cell phone?"

"Another girl fight?" she rolled her eyes at me.

"No, I kept calling her and she's not picking -"

"Fine...but this is a one time deal" she huffed.

Cristina pulled out her cellphone from her pocket and quickly dialledCallie.

"Voice mail..."

"One more time...please" I pleaded. I asked her to do this because I was in doubt that Callie might be intentionally ignoring my calls. I know she hated being nagged .I called her twice already in the store to remind her about the things to bring.

"Callie, call roller girl back" Cristina snapped her cell phone to a close.

"Voice mail huh?"

Cristina nodded.

I couldn't honestly understand what was going on. I didn't even know what to feel. This is not the first time Callie has pulled something like this. She had to go back to work on an emergency trauma case and forgot to inform me. I ended up panicking like a crazy lunatic only to find out that she was putting together the patient's broken ligaments and tendons.

"I'll go with you to the hospital"

"Now?" Cristina was starting to get annoyed.

"No tomorrow, of course now Cristina"

"What the hell is wrong with the both of you…seriously" She exclaimed and headed out to the door. "Girl drama" she muttered under her breath

It took a lot to get this day off. And when I say a lot, I mean it in every sense of the word. I had to speak to the chief (who has not been himself lately) about taking a leave for a day or two. I had to plan this two weeks ahead of time. As an attending for pediatrics I had to make sure that everything will be in order and remain that way till my return. Meaning I don't get an impromptu page from anyone in the hospital. In addition to that, I had to make sure there was a substitute surgeon in case one is needed. I also needed to organize my things in Calliope's apartment especially in her room. I guess I was just a creature of order and habit.

"?" Bailey asked surprised while finishing her charting at the nurse's station.

"Hi I ju-"

"Aren't you supposed to be resting…or enjoying…or something?" She curiously interrupted before closing the chart and handing it back to the nurse.

"I am..or wait I was… Um, have you seen Callie?"

"She left two hours ago."

"She did? But I have been calling her like crazy!"

"She did a clavicle repair and left the OR." She confirmed.

I inspected the ER if she was handling a case that needed immediate attention. But instead I noticed burned, poisoned and crash victims. I just had to get out of there before any of this distracted me. I checked all the trauma rooms and she was still not there. I even checked the supplies closet, twice. I kept going in circles like a lunatic while everyone was giving me surprised looks that I was present there when apparently I shouldn't be.

I scanned the patient receiving area for her familiar face but I failed yet again. I stood by the stair railings, pondering while looking out of the huge glass window that where in the world she could be.

What the hell is going on? I thought angrily to myself. I couldn't stop the worry and bad thoughts from entering my mind

"Arizona?"

"Hey…" I greeted in disappointment. I tried hiding it but it was involuntarily obvious.

"I thought you were out today?"

"Owen, I cannot find Callie. I know it sounds ridiculous but I have been calling for the past hour." I sadly notified him. I can feel the tears of frustration ready to be revealed in an embarrassing manner.

"Really? Did you try calling her? When was the last time you talked to her?"

"It was like an hour or so ago, we were figuring out what wine to buy and ju-" I choked but I held the tears back. Owen is not used to seeing me vulnerable and confused like this. He was a friend but I was not comfortable enough yet to reveal this side to him.

"I mean she probably just forgot or something… It happens" He tried reassuring me.

"Yeah it's probably just -" I stopped midway because my cell phone vibrated in my pocket. At first I thought I was hearing or dreaming up things. I probably checked my cell phone a thousand times in this entire ordeal thinking it was either Callie texting or calling. If I could attach it to my hand, I probably would have.

"What? Is it her?" Owen curiously asked.

"It is…" I replied heavily.

I whispered the message to myself again.

"So…?" He asked inquisitively.

What I read in the text message left me in extreme confusion.

It plainly said: dnut911

This was our code .Our special code .We used this code to page one another if we needed help about a situation with a patient immediately. It could be a decision to do surgery or a medical opinion. It's usually personal… something just between us. The last time I paged this to Callie was when I had to get her confirmation about being a great surgeon before going into Wallace's surgery.

She is not even in the hospital to begin with. After all my attempts to contact her why is she texting me something like this?

Her text just intensified that feeling in the pit of my stomach and I instinctually knew my Calliope was in danger and needed me

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