Title: Point Blank
Authors: Ash (designing myself) and Gina (gatorgirl2009)
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 Callie's POV.

"What the FUCK do you think you are doing?" Jim's voice startled me.

It wasn't exactly my plan to exchange pleasantries with him earlier when I found out what he was about to do. He wanted to know my full name just in case I decided to do something stupid so he could hunt my ass down. The store almost turned into this frenzy when Jim and his friends decided to pull this dangerous stunt.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" He screamed again.

"I ju-.. I ju-" I was extremely nervous to reply. I could hear my heart pulsating and threatening to beat out of my chest. I could hear the depth and raggedness in my breathing. My speech became slow and almost incoherent. I slowly pressed the red button on my cell phone to delete the message I had carefully sent Arizona.

"You fucking bitch!" He roared and advanced menacingly towards me. I could see the vein on his forehead throbbing with sheer anger. I shifted my position not because I was scared or afraid that he would shoot me. I did this because if the bullet penetrated my body at least it wouldn't be dangerous enough to kill me. But I knew either way, it would destroy me.

"I TOLD YOU not to do anything stupid!" He spat.

I honestly thought he would fire his gun but instead he damaged me differently. I can't say that I havent been hit on the face before but it's different when you are smacked with a bottom of the gun unpredictably. As soon as the base of the gun connected with my jaw with a crushing force and pace, I knew this would either break my jaw or break my spirit into pieces. Either way I knew something was going to break. I lost consciousness for a split second because of the impact and the pain. I slowly felt the metallic taste of blood building up in my mouth.

"Shit... fucking shit" I spit out the blood from my mouth. I felt my nostrils with my palm to make sure that there wasn't any blood flowing. My orthopedic training kicked into action and I opened my mouth wide and moved my jaw in every direction to make sure it wasn't broken. My entire face felt numb from the pain. I hope this fucker did not damage the nerve that runs through my mandible. I am sure this would leave a nasty bruise on my face. I could picture the enraged expression of Arizona when she found out how this happened. She would caress this bruised face now every morning with her feather light kisses.

"Did I not fucking tell everybody that this will go smoothly?" He screamed while pointing the gun in different directions. He was walking around to make sure that everybody was hanging onto every word. We were all sitting side by side at the candy aisle. He made sure that all the customers who are now technically hostages were at their disposal. The perfect aisle like it was a game to them plus a huge mirror in front of the store just enhanced their viewing pleasure. Something they can utilize if someone decides to pull something off like I did, unintelligibly desperate.

"He fucking pushed the alarm on us and I almost fucking killed him" He stopped and stared at the cashier who was now hanging onto his life with the obvious signs of hypovolemic shock. I almost believed that the guns they were carrying were not loaded. They just kept taunting and threatening to shoot us. I thought this would end when the cashier handed over the money. But that fucking idiot tried to act extra clever when he decided to push the alarm and pull out his shotgun. They shot him in his right arm within the blink of an eye without a shade of doubt or remorse in their cold eyes.

"Keep this fucker alive…" He warned me with the barrel of the gun carefully situated at the back of my head. I thanked god that I didn't have to do CPR on him. I applied direct pressure to the wound at the cashier's arm to stop the bleeding. I took some feminine pads to cover the wound and then wrapped it firmly with some elastic bandage I found by the band aid section. I informed the cashier not to move or elevate his legs.

"Give me your fucking phone! Now!" his partner in crime yelled. I saw him when I entered the store but never thought that this guy would be collaborating in a robbery with the idiot who almost smashed my jaw.

I threw my phone to him without hesitation.

"Now if anybody attempts to do what this bitch just did or this fucker on the floor just did… I swear to God this fucking time I will blow your brains out."

Just then I heard a wailing sound that almost made my heart stop. I turned around and saw a small 5 or 6 year old boy clutching a tiny brown teddy bear crying and whimpering. I could see the dried tear stains on his cheek, his sandy blond hair were unkempt and he had the brightest blue eyes. He immediately reminded me of Arizona and that thought alone brought me immeasurable comfort and a renewed will to fight.

My heart literally broke for the crying child, I just wanted to give him a hug and tell him everything would be okay.

Jim moved threateningly towards the little boy "Stop with that wailing and screaming you rug rat. You are giving me a headache"

The sight of the mean and imposing man towering above him frightened the boy further and he started crying louder. Being with Arizona made me extremely sensitive to these things. Her compassion and love for children in a manner so unique and special had caused a shift in my attitude.

Jim lost his temper and slapped him across the face and kicked him in the stomach "I said shut up" he yelled.

This sight willed my limbs into motion and I threw myself across the little boy's body trying to protect him from further blows. I couldn't tell where all this strength was coming from. . I didn't care if they took all the money or my money but I just couldn't take how they were hurting people.

"Don't try to be a fucking superhero bitch... you don't want me to do anything that you might regret" Jim angrily spat out.

I refused to move and sat there with the little boy clinging to me.

Jim pointed the gun straight at our hearts and said with a dismissive sneer "You got a death wish bitch. I have had enough of your shit."

I knew my end was near. As my life flashed before my eyes the person dominating my thoughts was Arizona and the regret that I didn't get to tell her one last time how much I loved her and that she had saved me from myself.

As I closed my eyes I waited for the resounding bang and the feeling of the bullet piercing my chest.

"Jim!! Wait.. shit.. take a look outside." One of the robbers exclaimed as he was picking up the backpack from the counter.

I instead heard police sirens. No sound had ever sounded sweeter. Maybe just maybe there was hope after all. I was surprised to see Jim bizarrely calm in a dreadful situation like this. He walked way and grabbed one of the backpacks on the floor. He slowly eyed all the hostages and landed his menacing eyes on me.

"Alex, get her ready…. Now" he firmly said and slowly unzipped the backpack.

I stood still.

Very still.

"You know what this is right?" Jim held it high enough for me to recognize it.

I instantly knew what horror they were about to commit.

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