"The next time I opened my eyes, I realized that I was attending my own funeral," she said, indicating the conclusion of her story. She stopped now, allowing the finality of it all to take its toll. And she watched as Callie absorbed the intensity of her words – as if they were something that could be absorbed. As if words were simply heard and understood in a matter of moments. When Callie said nothing, she continued, "Maybe 'murdered' is too strong of a word, but-"

"It's not!" Callie suddenly exclaimed. She leaned back into her seat and covered her eyes with her hand. She let out a breath that trembled when released and brushed her hair back with her fingers. Then she looked at Arizona. "It's not," she said again, her voice low and softer this time.

She reached out and took Arizona's hand into her own, then lacing their fingers together. She suddenly felt as though she knew all she had to – she suddenly felt an understanding with her, an affinity.

And some kind of obligation.

"Why didn't they investigate?" she asked her, feeling as Arizona ran her thumb along her knuckles.

"There was no one else who knew," Arizona explained. "Richard knew that I was speeding all the time, and that I never wore a seatbelt." She frowned and narrowed her eyes, her gaze falling to the acceleration petal beneath the driver's seat. "But my brakes had never been so faulty before."

"So you think he killed you."

"I don't know, Callie," Arizona said. "It's a hunch, that's all. But it was years ago."

"A hunch?" Callie asked. "It's practically a give away."

"I don't know," Arizona said, simply. Callie knew that the ghost was waiting for her to speak again, but she could find no words to explain her bewilderment, her anger – and most of all, her sadness. So she simply clutched Arizona's hand tighter in her grasp and said nothing.

"After watching my own funeral, I fell into a trance and woke up in the hospital," she said. "Which became home."

"But it's alright now," Arizona continued, "because you know who I am now. Who I was."

"Right…" Callie murmured. "That's true."

"And I'm different now," she claimed. "That's all that matters."

"It's funny," Callie said, when she was sure that she was finished, "Even though you're dead, even though it's ended up in such a horrible way, somehow you still… are like a light in my life," she continued, softly laughing at the cheesy words that seemed to come from her lips. Something she'd never find herself saying normally to anyone. "You kind of… give me life, you know? Even though you're dead."

Arizona smiled and leaned in closer to Callie, her lips brushing against her cheek before kissing her softly.

"I'm happy I could do that for you," she murmured, almost in a whisper. Callie felt her soft, warm breath tickle her cheek and had the sudden urge to kiss her more. On the lips. So she did; she gently turned Arizona's head towards her face and claimed her lips in a soft, sensuous kiss. Arizona moaned just as softly against her, surprised by the sudden action.

"You do it to me too, Callie…" Arizona murmured, her breath coming short as Callie chased her lips.

"Hmm?"

"You give me life, too."

###

Arizona collapsed gently on top of her and she felt as loose blonde strands of hair fell upon her face, their smell a delicate pleasure to her nostrils. It was damp and sweet and simply perfect, she thought, as she felt the owner's lips kiss softly at her neck. The sensation of her lips seemed to be just as soft as her hair, and she couldn't help but want more, more of her. She slipped her hands around the blonde ghost's waist and lightly flipped her over, her own hair becoming a dark curtain shrouding over the ghost.

"Mmm," Arizona smiled, "I like this."

"What?" Callie asked, beaming back at her.

"You," she said. "On top."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Arizona smiled, wrapping her arms around the taller woman's neck and pulling her down towards her to steal more kisses. Callie found herself lost in the sensation, lost as she felt the blonde's tongue enter her mouth, enveloping her with feeling. This woman could make her constantly aroused, she could instantly warm her heart in a matter of seconds and she would let her do just as she pleased.

Yet, somehow it hadn't felt right. It hadn't felt fair. So despite the increasingly, deep and passionate kisses and the warm, soft breasts against her chest, Callie pulled away.

"Wait," she said, her voice husky and failing. "Wait," she said again, her voice clearer this time.

"Hmm?" Arizona murmured, pulling her face back to her.

"I want you to be okay."

Arizona seemed surprised at her remark, and smiled gently – and a little confusedly before kissing Callie on the nose. She grazed her nose against hers and peered into her eyes.

"I am," she said. "You know I want this."

"Not that," Callie corrected. "Not this."

"Then what, Calliope?" she asked, seemingly distracted from anything aside from the woman in front of her.

"You're not okay," Callie deduced, "about the way you died. You're not okay with it."

Arizona furrowed her brows, lightly pulling away from her, "I am."

"You're not."

"Callie."

"You're not," she said.

"Okay," Arizona said, letting go of Callie's neck and falling back on the bed. Callie leaned in almost reflexively, yearning for contact, but yearning even more for communication, for truthfulness. "I'm not."

"I'm not okay with it," she said again. Callie felt her chest tighten as she leaned over her lover – watching as her eyes glistened. She watched her fight back the tears.

"I just wanted to help, to help him," she said, her voice cracking. "I didn't think he would try to kill me," she whispered weakly. "I didn't think he would."

"Arizona…"

"I just liked to help people. To fix them," she explained. "I know it was a little wrong of me to want to that, to do that – as if people could be fixed so easily, you know? I was way too controlling, always in control, so I wanted to fix people and I wanted to fix him," she cried, the tears finally escaping her eyes. Callie turned and laid down next to her, pulling her into an embrace. "I just didn't think it would get me killed."

"It's not supposed to," Callie told her, rubbing her arm gently.

"But fine, I'm not okay with it," she admitted, pushing her head against Callie's chest. The brunette tangled her fingers into blonde hair, laying gentle kisses on her forehead. "But what am I supposed to do?"

Callie realized that she had not an answer.

It seemed to Callie that the ghost had felt it too, for she refrained from crying any further. Her whimpers subsided and she simply laid next to Callie, clutching at her shoulder, her fingers grazing over soft skin.

"Let's do something," Callie finally said.

"Do something?" Arizona asked, her voice raspy and low.

"Find him," she continued, "Let's find Nick."

Arizona pulled away and sat up, brushing her hair back before looking back at her. "Callie," she said. "It's…"

"Let me try."

"But…"

"We won't know if we don't try, Arizona," she said. "Trust me."

Callie took her hand in her own and kissed it, squeezing it softly.

"I will help you, just like you helped me," she said, "Okay?"

She watched as Arizona stared at the hand in her grasp – she seemed determined. She seemed to make up her mind.

"Okay."

###

"Okay," she said, tapping the tip of her pen against the notepad that laid on the kitchen counter. "So what do we have?"

"I don't know, Callie," Arizona said – for the tenth time, it seemed, "all I know is that he was a mechanic."

"That really doesn't help us much," Callie grumbled, rubbing her temples with her fingertips. "Not even a last name?"

"None. Tim never mentioned that."

"But didn't you know his wife?"

"Cathy changed her last name after getting married. Our old highschool is long gone. Maybe you could still trace her somehow, though."

"So all we really have is a Nick that fought in the Vietnam War and lost his arm?"

"Right," Arizona affirmed. "We could go from there," she began, considering it for a moment, "but we'd need a lot more information. Going with war records could take forever. We'd need to get in contact with the right people."

Callie quickly deflated at the thought of how long it would take – but she was determined. Because one word had caught in her mind.

"Records…" Callie considered, "war records?"

"There are records, I'm sure," Arizona said, "I don't know much about it but…" she continued, but quickly stopped as she watched Callie's expression change.

"I'm getting a feeling from you," she said, "Realization?"

Callie frowned at the blonde's words, sighing before adopting a tone of severity. "Arizona, this empathetic connection with you is starting to ruin my surprises."

In no mood for bantering, Arizona lightly slapped her arm. "Get on with it!"

"Records!" Callie exclaimed. "Nick was a recurring patient at Seattle Grace when you were alive, right?"

"Yeah… oh!" Arizona realized, "medical records!"

"Exactly!" Callie grinned. "We just have to check the archives in the library."

"Those are in the back room. Which is locked," Arizona retorted.

"You're a ghost."

"Touche, Torres," the blonde grinned, "but I don't know where the specified records are. There are tons of them in the older archives. And it's under surveillance all of the time."

"So the old archives of medical records are heavily secured but not the general area of the library?" Callie scoffed in disbelief.

Arizona only shrugged.

"Ugh, dammit," Callie groaned, slapping the pen in her grasp onto the counter. Arizona fell silent and watched her.

"Richard would know."

"What?"

"I'm sure Richard would know where the records are."

"Among the entire history of medical records in Seattle Grace?" Callie asked. "He'd know some minor drug addict that hasn't crossed his mind in over 30 years?"

"No," Arizona said, "but he'll know."

"How will he know?"

"Because he knows where my medical file is," Arizona explained. "He knows the day I died. I know he does. I can feel it every time I'm mentioned. Richard can help. I know he can. I just don't know if he'll grant you access out of sheer interest."

"Well, Arizona," Callie said, reaching her hand out to her. "We won't know if we don't try, right?"

With a soft smile appearing on her face, she took Callie's outstretched hand. "Right."

###

"Torres," Richard acknowledged, as she walked through the door – the eagerness emitting from her determined demeanor. "I've been meaning to get back to you."

"About Arizona?" Callie inquired.

"Barbara called me," Richard said, "told me you visited claiming… interest in Arizona's research?"

"Ah, shit," Callie heard the blonde softly mutter behind her, feeling Arizona's frustration even as she moved further away.

"Yes, that was…"

"Arizona never did research," he interjected, "not the kind you were suggesting. No projects. Nothing emergent."

"Dammit, Richard."

"Sir…"

"Why are you so interested in her?"

"The journals, sir," Callie lied.

"I've read Ellis' journals," Richard said, "I'm not a fool, Torres. She died long ago. Whatever you're trying to dig up, leave it alone."

"No!" Callie exclaimed. "You don't get it."

"I don't get it?" Richard asked, in shocking disbelief. "I knew Arizona better than anyone."

"Callie, stop," Arizona said, the fibers of her shared connection with Callie allowing her to feel the brunette's frustration brewing. "Calm down."

"You don't. Clearly not enough!" Callie yelled. "She wasn't…. it wasn't an accident," she said, her voice lower this time.

"What?"

"Callie, stop."

"What about Nick?" Callie asked. "Why didn't you look for Nick?"

"What?" Richard asked, speechless by her knowledge – by a name he would have never thought again significant to his life.

"The same night, Arizona died," she said. "After his threat. It didn't occur to you to look for Nick? Maybe he had something to do with it?"

"What are you talking about, Torres?" Richard asked, his voice raised.

"He was a mechanic!"

"Callie!" Arizona yelled in protest.

"…What?" Richard asked, slumping back on his chair. Some kind of realization seemed to kick in – he seemed shocked, bewildered. Arizona quit her protests and watched Richard – she was angry, Callie felt it though she continued to speak and reveal information. She now seemed to share a similar affinity as Arizona did to her – she could feel closely now, the blonde's emotions – the outer layer of feeling that she harbored. But it calmed now, as Callie observed Arizona, who in turn, watched Richard.

The information surrounding her death seemed utterly baffling – something that came out of virtually nowhere. How could anyone believe it? Callie knew that Arizona had been protesting from the beginning of their visit because everything was unlikely and Callie had no source for any such information aside from the dead Arizona. She couldn't reveal to anyone how she knew. They would only think her insane.

"So maybe he could have…" Callie continued, "maybe he could have altered her car."

"How would you know that?" Richard asked, baffled yet still receptive. "How do you know Nick?"

"Callie," Arizona murmured.

Callie only watched as Richard stared back at her – a large part of him suspicious. But she could not come up with an answer, she only silently watched him.

"I investigated with some major help," Callie said. "That's all."

Richard laughed slightly at her response, before covering his face with his hand. "Alright, Torres," he said. "Why do you care?" he asked. "Why does this matter to me now? Do you want me to repent for not noticing some crazy outward possibility?"

"Things just happen the way they do," Callie said. "I'm not asking you to feel bad or anything like that. I'm asking you to give me Nick's medical files. It's the same day Arizona died."

"But why?" Richard asked.

"I just need his last name."

"Torres," he interjected, "why do you care?"

Callie smiled and closed her eyes, feeling as Arizona loomed closer – the blonde seemed to be urgently searching for words, for some excuse for Callie to care. She'd definitely reproach her later, Callie thought.

"Because she's amazing and she deserves it," Callie said. "Isn't that enough?"

###

Callie's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles were undoubtedly pale and her hands seemed to hurt from the pressure of it all.

He had hoped that whatever she'd been doing, he hoped it was for a good cause. Perhaps acting on sheer confidence, Callie had insisted that she would do the rest on her own. He simply took her words to heart – his schedule far too busy for someone so long ago deceased.

But still.

"Callie."

"Dazio," Callie said. "Nick Dazio."

"Callie, you've been around the same block at least three times already," Arizona said. "He doesn't live there anymore."

Callie parked now, on the side of the street, and only turned to the blonde. She seemed more worried about Callie than anything else.

"I'm sorry, Arizona."

"We can still look him up."

"When his last known address gives us nothing?"

"We passed a mechanic shop on our way here."

"But you said he gave it up, didn't he?"

"Yes," Arizona affirmed. "But that shop has been there even when I was alive. Let's take our chances."

Callie let out a light laugh and ran her fingers along the blonde's arm. "Take our chances, huh?" she grinned. "I'm changing you, aren't I, Arizona?"

"You already have," Arizona replied. "More than you'll ever know."

###

"Oh!"

"What?" the man asked her, fumbling with the tools in his hands, using the back of his forearm to wipe away the glaze of sweat that had formed on his forehead.

But he quickly replied in turn, "Oh! Doctor Torres!"

Arizona seemed surprised, too. Because they both realized it. The young man that held the tools in his hand was the parent of the child who had seen Arizona before he died. Callie quickly kept her composure.

"I-I'm sorry," she murmured, suddenly remembering the man. She remembered the parents of young Jimmy Daleo. It wasn't long ago at all, but time seemed to have passed swiftly. The parents seemed to be returning to their normal routines. "Mister Daleo… uh," she said.

The man only grinned and pointed to her car. "You tried your best, Doctor Torres. I appreciate it. Please, now. You here for work, right?"

"Actually, I'm looking for someone," Callie corrected. "Someone who used to work here."

"He looks familiar," Arizona added to her, looking intently at the man standing before them.

"Yeah?" he asked. "Maybe I can help."

"Dazio," Callie said. "I'm looking for a Dazio. Does he work here still? Or do you know anyone that goes by that name?" she inquired, impatiently. She felt unnerved that she was so inquisitive to a man that had only lost his child recently.

"I'm your guy," he stopped for a moment while Callie surveyed him.

"Huh?"

"Uh, Dazio…" he murmured shyly, "is my original last name, yeah."

"What?" Callie asked. "Nick?"

"Nick Dazio?" he asked. "You mean my dad?"

"Your dad?" Arizona asked, as though he had said that to her.

"Y-yes," Callie asked. "Your father."

"Yeah," the man laughed, "my dad used to work here. But now he doesn't."

"Do you know where he is now?"

"Sure," he said, grabbing a towel that lay nearby him. "He did want to speak to the doctor that tried so hard to save little Jim…" he murmured.

"Ah," Callie said, "his grandson."

"Yeah. Dad's really busy. He didn't get to see Jimmy. He's always busy, Doc. He owns the branch. CEO."

"The branch?"

"Uh huh, Seattle Autofixers," he nodded, pointing up to the sign above them. "We're a branch. Dad owns the business."

"What!?" Arizona exclaimed.

"I-I see…" Callie murmured, quickly glancing over to Arizona. She felt from her, a whiplash of emotion – anger, fury – and somehow, relief.

"He's in town now," he said. "I can set up an appointment for you if you need it."

"Can it be today?" Callie asked, suddenly. She felt Arizona turn her gaze towards her, but only continued.

"Today?" the man asked. "Well, he's a busy guy."

"So am I, Mr Daleo."

The man only grinned and held up his index finger, then pulling out his phone and turning around. "Gimmie a sec."

As he walked off, Callie turned to Arizona. She was shaking now – vulnerable, yet furious.

"W-why…" Arizona murmured.

"He did," Callie whispered, "he turned his life around like you wanted."

"I didn't think that child was… was Nick's grandson…"

"Arizona…"

"Why is his last name different? Ask him that."

"Arizona, we're almost," Callie started to say.

"Please, Callie. I need to know."

"You're set up," the man said, coming back out of the shop. "Meet him at this address tonight," he continued, giving her the slip of paper.

"Thank you so much," Callie said, glancing over it before looking up at him again. "Daleo? Are you trying to avoid living up to lineage?" she asked, jokingly.

"Nothing like that," the man grinned. "My parents got divorced when I was just a kid. My mom remarried. And I didn't see my dad for ten years," he shrugged. "Not sure what really went down, but mom said that dad came back a new man. And I believe it."

###

"A new man," Arizona echoed, leaning back in the backseat of the car, where Callie sat next to her. She settled against the taller woman, almost protectively. "A new man, he said."

"Maybe…" Callie murmured. She felt Arizona calm in her arms and looked at her. "What?" she asked. "You're hesitating."

And she did. The blonde hesitated a moment before speaking again. She sighed softly and looked at Callie, almost pleadingly.

"We should leave it alone, Callie."

"What?"

"He's…. changed," she murmured. "That's all I wanted."

"Arizona, we've gotten this far…"

"Callie, please."

"He was such an asshole to you, he was awful!"

"People change!" Arizona yelled.

"If you want to give it up, then leave, Arizona," Callie said. "Leave, then. Run away again."

"Callie…" Arizona murmured, pulling away from her. But Callie only grabbed onto her arm.

"You're amazing, you know? You could have been amazing. Sure, he changed his life. But at what cost? What gave him the right to kill you? All it took was his family leaving him to change, but no! He had to take your life along with it!"

"But," Arizona whispered, weakly. "It's okay now."

"It's not okay."

"It is."

"No, it's not."

"You can't prove that it's not, Callie," Arizona cried – she seemed weak and timid, less angry than sad. She pulled closer to Callie despite trying to maintain an emotional proximity away from her. She didn't believe her own words.

"You are the proof, Arizona…" Callie murmured. "He still gets his life!" she pulled her closer, now grabbing the ghost's face with her hands. "You don't get yours, you don't… get yours," she finished, tears betraying her words.

"Let's just finish this then, okay?" Arizona asked, wrapping her arms tightly around the taller woman. "And then, that's it."

"I want him to pay," Callie murmured.

"Callie," Arizona said. "There's only so much you can prove."

###

Callie felt as though ever nerve in her body was on fire – and not in a good way. But she knew she had to be strong, at least for Arizona. She felt the blonde's presence next to her and watched as she paced back and forth in the room, waiting for the door to open in the quiet café. Arizona looked to the door as another person walked in – but it was not Nick.

"Arizona," Callie called as softly as she could, "Come here." Callie turned her attention back to her iPhone, clicking at her settings before turning her attention to the blonde again.

"No, I can't," she said, "I-" she turned to the door as it opened again, and this time an older man appeared. Callie and Arizona both knew at once. The man caught Callie's gaze immediately, and nodded to her. He was of a thin build – shaved clean with a black suit and a red tie. His raven black hair was slicked backwards – he appeared exceptionally young for a man in his 60's. He reached a hand out to her as she stood up and she peered at his white gloved hands.

He frowned as she picked up her phone instead, murmuring a quiet Sorry before clicking some settings and then placing it down and taking his hand in her own.

"Mister Dazio?" Callie asked, her heart thumping in her ears. She watched as Arizona watched him in disbelief, though hardly with contempt.

"Doctor Torres, I wanted to thank you for trying your best for my grandson," he said, taking a seat across from her. Arizona stared at him, coming closer – observing him, cautiously. As though he'd pounce at some given moment. Callie could sense no hatred – she could only sense incredibly sorrow. She couldn't tell whose it was.

She peered at her phone and nodded at Nick, "I'm sorry for your loss, Mister Dazio."

"It's alright," he said. "You are a sensible doctor. I looked up your credentials," he said, finally catching her gaze as she looked up in surprise.

Arizona scoffed and folded her arms, continuing to maintain her distance. "He's really changed, alright."

"I was close to him and shared everything, you know?" he murmured. "My faults, my guilt, my happiness… everything."

"Oh," Callie murmured, her eyes falling to his gloved hands. One hid his prosthetic arm, she deduced, looking at the shape of the hand as it appeared against the fabric of the gloves. Her mind was overflowing. She felt Arizona come closer to her, calling out her name. But she could hear nothing. It was as though all of the noises in the room combined into one discordant sound blearing into her ears. She could hear nothing this man was saying. She could feel the blonde next to her – she wanted to hold her in her arms, suddenly. But forever.

She wanted her forever.

He was saying something, she couldn't tell. All she knew was that this man murdered the woman that she was falling in love with.

"Did you tell him that you killed Arizona too?" she asked.

"Callie…" Arizona said, though she didn't seem surprised at all – she must have judged from the feelings Callie was emitting.

"I-I'm sorry?" he asked.

"I asked, Nick – did you tell Jimmy that you killed Arizona too?"

"I, uh, what is – " he asked, startled. He backed away in his chair, as if it could take him someplace else. But he did not stand up to leave. He was startled.

"You remember Arizona, don't you?"

His breath seemed to catch in his throat, Callie observed. He cleared it and then spoke.

"I remember Arizona," he said. "And I did tell my grandson about her."

"That you killed her?"

"That she was a wonderful person who helped me change my life!" he exclaimed.

Arizona only sighed – Callie could feel her desire to leave, but said nothing. She knew Arizona wouldn't leave.

"Wonderful prosthetic you've got there," Callie observed, unnerved, "bet it cost a fortune. It's a perfect fit."

Nick grabbed his arm protectively and rubbed his hand against it. "Who are you and what do you want?"

"I want to know why you killed her."

"I didn't kill her."

"You messed with her brakes."

Nick dropped his arm against the table and looked at her in surprise – he seemed almost scared for his life. "How do you know that?"

"Know what?"

"How do you know that I messed with her brakes?"

"I've done my research."

"I didn't mean-"

"She died because of you."

"I didn't mean for her to die…" he whispered, weakly. "I was just angry… I just wanted her to lose something like I did."

"She did!" Callie yelled, jumping up from her chair as it fell back. "She lost her life!" she growled, grabbing him by the collar.

"I didn't mean for her to die!" he said again, low so that only Callie could hear.

"Is there a problem here?" the barista asked, rushing over to the two. "Please, take it outside."

"No," Callie said, calming down as she watched Arizona's worried face. "Nothing's wrong."

"I really must go," Nick said, hurriedly – standing up and nodding to the barista. He quickly turned and rushed towards the door. Callie grabbed her phone from on top of the table and followed frantically behind.

"Callie," she heard, feeling Arizona pull her back. It was a drastic thing to do – for they were in public, and it seemed to Callie that Arizona would take the risk. "Callie, don't hit him," she said. "Don't get yourself in trouble, you can't prove anything."

"I can, Arizona," she murmured. She followed behind Nick and yelled to him. "Run, then!"

He only turned to her, watching as she held up her phone to him. "But I have the proof!" she yelled. "I recorded your confession!"

He rushed over to her now as she backed away. "Callie, Callie," Arizona said, grabbing her arm and pulling her back. Now she thought that Nick would attack Callie.

"I can take him," Callie murmured, pulling her arm out of her grip.

Nick only stopped in front of her – he seemed tired and worn out – as though all the years of his guilt had caught up to him. "You cannot legally use that against me," he said.

"Not legally," she said. "But I can ruin your family and your reputation and everything you've done to reinvent yourself. I can do that. I can make you a nobody again, or you can live up to your crime and go turn yourself in for the murder of Arizona Robbins."

"Good luck," he murmured, weakly.

"Aren't you tired, Nick?" Callie asked. "What are you trying to bury? You can't just take a life without living up to the reality that you did."

He only laughed and turned his back to her, "You sound like Jimmy. He said that too, said he saw her. I'm very tired, Doctor Torres," he muttered, walking away now, "very tired."

###

It was revealed later that the CEO of Seattle Autofixers had changed and that Nicholas Dazio was on trial for the murder of Arizona Robbins. Nick had failed to ever mention Callie's name and somehow, no one had the desire to. She stirred memories of the woman to those that were to participate, but had nothing to do with it in actuality aside from serving as a catalyst.

It was quick, despite it all. They knew it would be over soon. Everything would be settled. Richard had informed her and thanked her – he could finally put to peace the one part of his history that plagued him for years.

The trial would last long – weeks, months, perhaps. But the result was clear to many: Nick would serve his time. And to Arizona, his admission was enough.

He was tired. She was too.

Callie felt her hot chest flush against her own, the blonde weak and tired in her arms. She wrapped her arms around her and kissed her softly, pulling back to watch Callie. Her eyes were so vivid and blue and loving. It made Callie happy.

But it couldn't stop the painful throbbing in her chest. She really did love this woman, she thought. And she knew Arizona could feel it.

"What, Callie?" she asked.

"I hate Nick."

"I know."

"He stole it," Callie murmured, pulling her closer, burying her face into her neck and wrapping her arms around her tightly. She felt herself trembling and felt as Arizona did, too. She felt her delicate hand on her back, rubbing softly, rubbing slowly.

"Stole what?" Arizona whispered. "What, Callie?"

"Stole you," she said. "The possibility of you."

"I'm right here."

"Will you stay with me?" Callie asked her, nuzzling her nose against the blonde's smooth neck. She lightly placed a trail of kisses against the soft skin, relishing in its scent.

"Yes, Calliope," Arizona answered.

"You will?"

"I'd stay with you forever if I could."