Disclaimer: I swear the only thing here that belongs to me is the idea, scout's honor.

Thank you to everyone who read the first chapter of this story, it received mainly positive reviews so I decided to post this chapter. Now I know that there are times when things in this story might seem a bit wack…or seem to not be parallel to real life but let's just call it literary license, okay? Okay, thank you.

Now, enjoy the story.

September 10, 2012

"Change that song!" Callie shouted over the music, dark eyes glaring at the nurse manning her iPod. The song was changed and Evanescence's 'My Immortal' began playing. Callie usually had a specific playlist that she listened to while in surgery but today she had chosen a random playlist to rock out to and so she snapped when All-4-One's I Swear began playing unexpectedly. That song became one of Arizona's favorite songs the first time she heard it and she had sung that song to Callie on their wedding night nine years ago. But that seemed so long ago. She shook her head and removed all thoughts of her wife, her wife who had been missing for exactly four years and a half years as of yesterday. With a glance at the nurses around the room and the doctor standing across from her, Callie went back to rebuilding her patient's neck.

Three hours later Callie was scrubbing out of her surgery when Cristina walked stepped into the scrub room beside her and started washing her hands. The Asian woman suddenly stopped and turned to her, ""What was that about?"

Callie did not look up from the metal sink in front of her, "What?"

"You turning into a bitch over a song!" Cristina answered still staring at her superior.

"Shut it, Yang," Callie said before turning the water on, washing her hands and walking out of the room.

Standing alone in an elevator, Callie allowed a single tear to fall as she remembered that night nine, long years ago.

May 14, 2004

The majority of the crowd had already dispersed; Callie had offered to see them out while Arizona took a call from her brother who was stationed in Afghanistan and unable to attend the wedding but when Callie returned to the tent that the reception was held under she found Arizona sitting alone at a table in front of the makeshift dance floor. She could not help but smiling when she saw her brand new wife sitting at the table, her hand holding up her chin, staring off into space. The Latina walked up behind her and placed a soft kiss on a porcelain cheek.

Arizona hummed and turned her head to look at Callie, "Hey there, pretty lady."

"Hey," Callie answered sitting across from the blonde and taking her small hands in her own. "How's Tim?"

A dimpled smile spread across Arizona's face, "He's doing great," her smile waned slightly, "Although he's still bummed that they didn't release him so he could be here."

Callie ran her thumbs over her wife's knuckles, cocked her head to one side and gave her a soft smile, "I bet he still danced his heart out."

Arizona's smile returned and she nodded, "He said he did and even got two of his Army buddies to dance with him."

Callie threw back her head and laughed, "That'd be a sight to see, three big Army guys dancing away to wedding songs."

Arizona began laughing as well, "I bet it was." She looked away from Callie's eyes for a few seconds before turning her attention to the woman in front of her, "Dance with me," her dimples appeared again and Callie had no power to tell her very beautiful and stunning wife no.

Callie looked around the space and smirked, "We have no music, Arizona."

The blonde winked, "Don't worry about that." She pulled her hands from Callie's and went to the DJ's station where she turned on a radio, turned and smiled at Callie. She walked back to the table and offered Callie her hand, "Can I have this dance."

Callie was smiling like a fool but that was fine; she was standing in the middle of the dance floor with her hands around her wife's waist and said wife's head on her shoulder singing the lyrics of the song to the Latina. "I see the questions in your eyes; I know what's weighing on your mind. You can be sure I know my part, 'cause I'll stand beside you through the years, you'll only cry those happy tears. And though I make mistakes I'll never break your heart" Arizona lifted her head and kissed Callie's lips loving. "I swear by the moon and the stars in the skies I'll be there. I swear like a shadow that's by your side I'll be there. For better or worse till death do us part, I'll love you with every beat of my heart. And I swear" Callie felt Arizona's arms tighten around her waist as she continued singing.

The dinging of the elevator brought Callie out of her thoughts. She shook her head and walked towards the nurse's desk.

She placed her patient, Gregory's, file on the desk and opened it. One of the nurses sitting behind the desk acknowledged her, "Dr. Torres," she continued when Callie looked up, "Dr. Sloan told me to tell you that he took Sofía home because she was feeling sick."

She smiled at the woman, "Thank you, Amy." The nurse smiled and turned back to her computer. Callie completed Gregory's file and placed it in the holder before heading to her office.

It was two hours later before Callie got home, when she left the hospital her watch was reading ten minutes past ten. She made the short walk across the street to her apartment building and stepped into the elevator; working an unexpected twelve hour shift had left her exhausted. She pushed her key into the lock and Mark's door burst open.

The man appeared beside her with Callie's clone sleeping in his arms, "You were supposed to be home two hours ago."

"You don't think I know that, Mark," Callie answered opening the door for him to pass through. He made his way to Sofía's room where he put her on her bed before returning to Callie. "I had a complication with a patient that I let Avery take lead on yesterday."

Hearing his protégée's name Mark looked at her, "What happened?"

"One of the screws that he put in came loose and punctured her heart, so I was over there having my ass handed to me by Hunt and Altman," Callie said searching the fridge for something to eat.

"Oh wow. Everything okay?" Mark asked moving to sit on the bar stool around the island.

Callie sighed, "Yeah, they got to it in time but she's gonna have to be in the hospital for two more weeks now."

Mark frowned, "It's not like Avery to do something like that. Carelessness like that isn't very becoming of a plastic surgeon."

Callie closed the fridge door and turned to look at him, "Maybe you should tell him that."

Mark nodded his agreement, "Believe me I will. Oh, how was your neck surgery…speaking of which, you had a visitor today."

"Who?" Callie asked rifling through the cupboards, settling on a box of cereal.

Mark shrugged, "A woman, about an inch or two shorter than you, blonde hair and these really blue eyes and dimples…yeah the dimples."

Callie's eyes shot up to Mark's when he uttered 'really blue eyes and dimples', "You sure you got that right?"

"I'm positive, Cal." He saw Callie's eyes glaze over, "Who is she?"

Callie left the kitchen and went to her room without answering. She emerged a few minutes later with a picture frame in her hand. Callie shoved the picture into Mark's face, "Is this her?"

Mark nodded and asked again, "Yeah. Who is she?"

Callie put the frame on the island and took a seat beside Mark. "She's back?" she muttered. She looked into Mark's eyes again, "Are you sure, sure enough that you'd bet your life on it?"

"My life and everything I own. Callie, who is she?"

Callie's hand moved to the chain around her neck, "My wife."

"What…wife? You're married?" Mark asked surprised.

"Yeah," she took up the picture and used her finger to trace Arizona's face. "Eight years and four months."

"And that woman, Blondie, is your wife?!" Mark said standing.

"Yeah, Arizona Robbins," Callie said, still playing with her necklace.

Mark stopped turned to Callie, "She's hot!"

"Mark, leave," Callie said staring off into space.

"What?" Mark said.

"Go!" the man stood there. "Go, now!"

Mark mumbled a goodnight and closed the door silently.

March 12, 2008

Callie changed her position in the couch from sitting straight up to lying down; she refused to go into the bed because Arizona was not home as yet and even more so, because she was having back pains again and her feet were too sore to walk. She knew her blonde wife would chastise her by telling her that their bed was more comfortable than the couch and it would be better for her back but Callie did not care, she just wanted Arizona to come home and the pains to stop. Callie groaned as she shifted her position from facing the television to facing the back of the couch. Being six months pregnant was a pain…no, being pregnant was a pain. Callie thought to herself that she had to find some way to convince Arizona to be the human oven for their next child. She lifted her head to look over the television at the time on the clock, it was eleven thirty and Arizona had just finished her shift; it would be another fifteen minutes before she was home and before Callie could get some sleep in her bed. The Latina let her head fall back to the couch. She groaned again as another pain shot through her and went straight to her head, she squeezed her eyes shut and willed the pain away. It did not work. The pain was only compounded by the recorded laughter that was played every fifteen seconds on whatever crap of a show was going on.

"Damn it, Arizona, where are you?" Callie whined. She lifted her head to look at the clock again, "You told me eleven thirty like two hours ago!" Callie shouted when she saw that the clock read eleven thirty-two. She slowly placed her head on the couch to prevent another bout of pain. The laughter on the television was really pissing her off. She felt around the couch and was unable to find the remote, with a frustrated sigh she got up and looked on the couch only to find the remote on the arm of the couch. With an eye roll at the laughter she turned the television off. She promptly fell back into her previous position, her long, dark hair falling behind her and coming to rest splayed all over the side of her face. Callie shifted again, maybe this one time she should take Arizona's advice and not spend too much time on the couch. Trying to flex her sore back, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath and pushed on her lower back. Arizona had ten minutes before she got home, those ten minutes could not pass quickly enough for the pregnant and pained Latina.

The ten minutes had passed and Arizona was not home, actually, over two hours had passed without Callie knowing because she fell asleep. She was startled awake by a loud knock on the door, she got up, her entire body sore from sleeping on the very uncomfortable couch (next time she would have to remember how uncomfortable it was before relegating her wife to sleeping there), her back in an even worse condition and made her way slowly to the door. Two more urgent raps were heard and Callie grumbled. "Don't hurry me! You're coming home two hours late and you forget your key, you do not get to rush me, Arizona." She opened the door but instead of being greeted by her wife's adorably cute apologetic face she was met by two police officers.

The shorter of the two spoke, "Goodnight, ma'am, I am Officer James and this is my partner Officer Rosen" Callie mumbled her own greeting, surprised as to why two SPD officers would be standing at her door at two in the morning. "Does a Ms. Arizona Robbins live here?"

The Latina nodded, "Yes, but she isn't here now."

The other officer nodded, "We know ma'am; we received a report of an accident about five minutes from here, when we went to check Ms. Robbins' car was to the right side of the road, her left rear window was smashed and she was not in the vehicle or in the surrounding area. We can safely say that there were no traces of blood so it isn't likely that Ms. Robbins was harmed in anyway."

Callie's eyes grew wide; she used one hand to cover her mouth and the other to support herself on the frame of the door, words seemed to escape her. The officers stood stoically until she was able to speak again, "She was supposed to leave work at eleven thirty and come home. We live fifteen minutes from the hospital and you're telling me that someone took her within that fifteen minute time span?" The shorter officer's face took on an apologetic look. Callie looked between the two men frantically, "What're you still doing here? Shouldn't you be out trying to find her?!"

Rosen opened his mouth but James spoke before his partner, "I'm sorry ma'am but we are unable to declare a person missing before twenty four hours has elapsed."

"But she's missing!" she said before mumbling to herself, "Maybe I could call her."

She turned around to get her phone from her room but Rosen's words stopped her, "Her phone was left in her car." She turned to look at the man, "The only thing you can do is wait and hope she returns within the twenty four hour period."

"You're telling me that while my wife is missing I should just sit on my thumbs and do nothing waiting for twenty four frickin hours to go by?!"

Rosen looked at her, his expression not changing, "Yes, ma'am."

Callie laughed unbelievingly, "You guys are…" she shook her head, "Thank you, officers." The men bid here goodbye after James had given her his number. Callie walked to her bedroom and took her phone from the night table, she had one missed call…from Arizona. Tears pooled in her eyes but did not fall. She pressed redial and the phone rang without answer…the tears still did not fall. She called again and once more Arizona's phone went unanswered…now the tears fell. Without thinking she called Arizona's office phone at Seattle Presbyterian, that phone too rang without an answer. After trying that number once more, she called the nurse's desk.

The phone rang thrice before it was answered, "Seattle Presbyterian, Pediatric Surgery, how may I –"

Callie cut the woman off, "Goodnight, this is Dr. Torres. Can you please tell me if Dr. Robbins is still in the hospital; I called her office but didn't get an answer." Callie heard the sound of fingers hitting computer keys rapidly. She was really hoping that for some unknown reason someone took Arizona's car and they were the one's missing while her blonde was safe at the hospital.

The woman responded after a few second, "Dr. Torres? Dr. Robbins clocked out at eleven thirty. I'm sorry but she's not in the hospital."

Callie nodded and the tears fell even faster, "Thank you." She hung up and tried Arizona's cell once more, again it was futile. The pains in her back and feet were now replaced by a sharp pain in her heart. She had no way of knowing where her wife was.

As far as Callie was concerned, Arizona Robbins was missing, she did not care what the SPD said.

Callie got up off the bar stool and went to her bedroom, she placed the picture in its rightful place and sat on her bed. She reached for her phone and dialed a number she had called over a thousand times in the past nine years.

The phone rang and a gruff, masculine voice answered, "Robbins residence, Daniel Robbins speaking."

"Colonel…" Callie whispered.

"Callie," he shouted to his wife, "Barb, it's Callie."

A few seconds later a woman who sounded exactly like her wife was on another line, "Callie, how are you?"

The Latina whimpered, "She's back."

There was silence from her parents-in-law before Daniel whispered, "We know. We just finished talking to her a few minutes ago."

A sob escaped Callie lips, "It really is her. Wh…when did she get back?"

"Today," Barbara answered.

"She came to the hospital today…Mark said she was looking for me…she was in the same building," Callie muttered. Before any of the Robbins' could say anything Callie asked, "Where is she?"

Barbara hesitated, "She's at a motel about five minutes from your hospital…The Crashpad I think she said it was called."

"That's a few blocks from here…oh God," Callie said. "I should go find her…"

Before she could say anything more, Daniel stopped her, "No, Callie you won't. It makes no sense you go out there now at midnight. I know it's been four years, but going now when both of you are worked up and on edge makes no sense and we sent her to sleep. God knows she needs it."

Callie was silent as her father-in-law spoke and silent for a while after. She knew Daniel was right, he always was, but her wife was only five minutes away and she had not seen her in four years, six months and a day. "Four and a half years," she whispered.

"Honey, Daniel is right. Let her sleep and you do the same. You know where she is so tomorrow you can go look for her, when you're both not so hopped up on your emotions."

"Okay…okay. Thanks Momma Robbins, thanks Colonel."

"Anytime, honey. And give Sofía a kiss for us," Barbara said softly.

With that Callie hung up and allowed her tears fall for a few minutes before drying them and going to Sofía's room. She looked down at her four year old daughter…their four year old daughter and a sad, watery smile spread across her face.

She stroked her black hair and sighed, "Your Mommy's back, baby girl."

She replaced Sofía's clothes with her pajamas and carried her to the larger of the two bedrooms in the apartment and placed her on the bed. Callie changed her own clothes and got ready for bed before climbing in next to her baby and wrapping her in a tight hug. She kissed the top of Sofía's head, allowing a tear to slip and fall into raven locks, "Your Mommy's back."

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