A/N: Please, this is a WARNING, THERE IS VIOLENCE IN THIS CHAPTER AND I DON'T MEAN TO OFFEND ANYONE BY IT but this is M rated for a reason. Some may find this ok, some won't…I don't think it's too bad but I have to do the warning, just in case.

Thank you as always for everyone who has taken the time to read this. Or has let me know what you think or if you've added this story to an alert. I wasn't going to post as soon as this, but I couldn't put the laptop down. When I started writing this chapter I had in my head that more about Arizona would be revealed but it became a monster so there's always next chapter, anyway it wouldn't be a story if you got it all at the start, would it? You can shout at me if you like, but not too much!

Wonderful little JCap…I think I need to FedEx some doughnuts to her as a thank you or something. Everyone likes doughnuts don't they? Thanks for reading through this as always and getting it back so quick, glittery little star that you are.

Ok I've just realised how old I am, I had been putting double spaces after fullstops and JCap had been changing it to single so I got a bit muddled and you may find that I missed a few I'm sorry. I know for the next chapter.

I own nada of the main characters or film's I may be screwing with, but I'm only playing and will behave and put them back when I'm finished…probably! All mistakes are mine, they do escape a lot.

Hope you enjoy and remember may be too violent, maybe not!

Chapter 4 – Fireballs, Pedicures and Stitches.

As the orange glow from the still blazing fire continued to illuminate the sky, a lone figure sat on a rock as she watched all evidence of the camp dissolve to the ground. As she brought her attention back to the small handheld screen in front of her, she took heat and light from the inferno in-front. Darkness had taken over the day and her mood was as black as sky above her. She reviewed the security feed for what she could only imagine had been the hundredth time. Before igniting the place, Hahn had made sure to take all the data she needed. Burke wanted a clean out and Hahn was going to make sure that's what he got. She didn't do a half assed job in anything and she would make sure that there was nothing left but ashes in the wind.

"You devious son of a whore! You're good I'll give you that but I'm better" Erica had turned the volume off because if she heard the static for any longer she knew she'd crack. Her frustration was apparent as these two had managed to keep themselves turned from the camera the whole time. It had just added to the thought that they were definitely Alliance personnel and not just imposters in shiny uniforms. They had known exactly where to stand and they had obviously done something to distort the sound so that the voices couldn't be heard.

Her eyes stared at the screen although she had zoned out in thought. She bit her nails sub-consciously as she reviewed the paused image. She continued to express her chain of thought to the night sky expecting some help from somewhere. "Urgh, that light is shining off the…wait! Reflection! That's it" she said aloud. "Look for a reflection." Hahn smiled as she noticed that there was definitely the faintest of reflections on the window of the treatment room, it had been hard to spot at first because you could only really see the image of the girl in the treatment chair. As she moved the video on slowly she stopped, a large grin followed as she highlighted the partial face and enlarged the image. Erica brought up the data on Alliance personnel and added her image into the system. She looked at her nails as she waited for the system to run a facial recognition match.

"Shit, look at the state of them. Someone's going to pay for that!" She turned her head to the screen as the noise alert sounded. "Well then, let's see who the naughty thief is that steels shiny things!" She opened the link and chuckled "Hello pretty boy, haven't you been naughty!" Erica looked up sharply when she heard something. She noticed that the fire that had started to fizzle out began to make some crackling noises. As she released the tight grip on her pointed gun hand she stretched her neck and pressed the button on her ear piece...but was not amused at the image in front of her.

"Miss Grey, I'm looking for Burke. I called his direct line so why am I greeted by your whiney assed face?" Erica wasn't a people person, she was cold and heartless and actually didn't need to try to be a bitch…it would just leave her mouth with ease.

"Hahn, the President is in a meeting at the moment so if you don't mind..." The mousy secretary was cut off by the snarl that came from the impatient assassin.

"Meredith if you don't go get him right now, I'll make sure the next time I'm near the Central Belt I come and beat the shit out of you. I don't like you and I'd take great pleasure in doing it." Meredith rolled her eyes and turned mumbling about Cruella Deville under her breath. She knocked on the door and Erica watched as her head disappeared behind the large white door.

The picture in front of her disappeared and it was replaced by a smiling Burke. "Ok Hahn, I take it you have taken care of some business for me?"

Hahn smirked as she looked to the glowing embers that had started to blow around at her feet. "Yeah, nothing but dust Sir! I've also found out one of the men. He served under Robbins… it was a Mark Sloan, he's one of Robbins special ones."

"Ok then, Meredith can you please get someone to bring Major Robbins to me please. Just tell him I need his opinion on something, thank you." As he released the button on his speaker he returned his attention to Erica.

"Hahn, it looks as though you may have been on to something with it being Robbins. If this is the case, I need you to take care of some other matters. I don't trust anyone else. I've had my suspicions about Robbins for some time now and I have someone close to him. Anyway, it looks as though he's finally about to make his move. I need you to continue looking for the girl. She's the proof to what we've been up to and I don't need him able to get any political leverage on me. I think that's what he's planning if he can get the people to revolt. We have to stop this from happening. I want you to get to every camp, make a copy of the files and then destroy the place and everything in them. Every camp only holds a part of the research as it was deemed safer to split it up. I need you to collect it again; we can start again once things have settled. If Robbins wants to start this then we'll make him the baddie." Burke paused while he ran his thoughts through his head.

"We'll put the word out that the attacks on the medical centres are the rise of the Resistance. The acts of terror will be on them and we'll let it be known that it's Robbins that is leading them. You need to destroy all evidence of what was done in those camps, I don't care what you have to do, just do it and I'll make sure that it's Robbins name that's dragged through the dirt!" Burke was disrupted by the light knock at the door.

"Sir, sorry but it would appear that Major Robbins is AWOL Sir!"

"Shit, Ok I take it we still have his wife" as Burke acknowledged the affirmative nod from Meredith, he sighed "Ok make sure she's under lock and key." As Meredith left the room, he turned back to look out the window. He looked at the hustle and bustle of the people below his window, not ready to give all this up without a fight.

"Well if Daniel wants a fight, he'll get it. I'm not letting him destroy what we've started to build. I give you full authorisation. Do what you need to…Do it for me."

"Yes Sir! As always." Hahn logged off. As she stood, she straightened her clothes out and walked through the ash, disappearing in to the smoke filled air.

It was cold; freezing infact, yet the four had sweat continuing to drip from their brows. Not one had let up in their desperate need to repair the damage. They worked collectively, almost in sync. They'd managed to get down to just the last tyre when the static from the radio filled their ears again...Hunt's nervous voice filling the void.

"Callie, please say you're nearly done. Whatever it is, it's too close for comfort…" Callie started to lose track of Hunt's words when she had started to feel the vibrations tremble the ground beneath her. The low glare from the lamps began to shake, which did nothing but build the panic that had already started to rise within her.

"Karev, we need guns and the night vision and…whatever else you've got in your box of tricks!" Callie watched as Karev ran back towards the door while the left over three tried to finish the attachment of the final wheel.

The noise from their tools was soon joined by the sound of the approaching…thing!

Callie saw various sized weapons come out airborne from the hatch and then Karev followed. Quickly, he threw a night vision visor to each member. Mark and Tim picked up a rifle and a glock each. Karev threw a pump action shotgun to Callie as he kept hold of his favourite machine gun. Callie just laughed at the toothy grin apparent on the man's face as he shrugged.

"Hunt, I need you to turn the lights off, were nearly finished. Just a couple of bolts to tighten so be ready to start the engine. Hopefully if we look dead in the water they won't be in so much of a hurry to get to us. I'll let you know when we're back inside." Callie knew this was wishful thinking but she really wasn't sure what was going to greet them.

"Sure, just say the word." The radio flickered to life again and then went quiet.

As everything went dark, the group adjusted their night vision. Mark and Tim went back to tightening the last of the bolts as Callie looked out and tried to see what was about to come down on them. All she could see was the outline. She hoped it was just dust kicking up because it looked massive. Callie felt Karev come stand next to her as they could hear the roll of the wheels on dirt get louder.

"It's Death Walkers, isn't it?" Karev asked coughing slightly as he tried to disguise the shake in his voice.

"The trap, it's not just a coincidence that as soon as we got tagged they must have known. The rumours are true about their hunting strategy. That was extremely clever. Looks like your camp stories are to be believed. I'm never going to hear the end of this from Bailey, even in the afterlife she'll be shouting Rump Steak at me!" Callie giggled nervously.

"Torres, Karev that's us lets…" Mark was cut off as a there was what sounded like a swoosh or a wail and then something connected with the metal body of Bambi. Callie looked up quickly as she tried to track where the noise had hit the machine. Nobody had time to react before there was another swoosh sound and then the agonising screams of pain filled the air. Callie's head turned in the direction of Karev's twisted voice, just in time to see him get pulled to the ground and then slowly dragged away as he clutched at anything on the ground to stop his movement.

"Torres, are you ok? What the fuck was that? Torres…Karev, What's going on out there?" Hunt shouted over the radio.

"Hunt I need you to close the doors up tight…10 minutes if you don't hear anything from us for 10 minutes get your asses out of here, got it?" Callie quickly chased after Karev who was being dragged slowly along the ground. As she caught up, she saw what had a hold of him. "Sloan, I need something to cut through a chain." Callie tried to comfort Karev, who was trying to act as though it was nothing.

"Torres, you shoot me if they get me…I don't want to become their chew toy!" Callie assessed the spike that was currently poking through the man's thigh.

"Torres…what is it, we're not leaving you guys out there?" Bailey's voice rung loudly through their ears as Mark and Tim came and started to cut through the chain.

"Bailey…you need to weapon up. Get Christina and Arizona up with you in the control room and lock the doors. It's Death Walkers, don't know how many yet…just, keep everyone safe and go if you need to." Mark and Tim cut Karev free, they quickly helped the injured man to his feet and the group started to make their way back towards some rocks just at the left side of the trap for cover. Callie looked over to the closed door and was happy that Hunt had actually done what she'd asked. She knew that Bailey would currently be giving him an earful. Tim ripped off a sleeve from his shirt and tied it around what he could of Karev's wounded leg. It resulted in a punch to the arm when he tightened it a bit too tight.

"Ok, we'll stay here and assess how many there are. Karev please say you brought more than guns to the party?" Callie watched as the man smiled brightly and pulled six small boxes from his pockets.

"Yeah, that's more like it!" The sound of the wheels breaking brought the group from their conversation. Four pairs of eyes hid behind the rock covered in darkness as they waited to see a glimpse of their attackers. As the dust settled they saw that it was six large vehicles that had come to a stop. The doors opened to reveal five people to each vehicle. Callie caught a glimpse of one of their faces. They were definitely human, unlike some of the stories she'd heard. Stories ranged from them being from another world to they were creatures born of the sin of the world. Yeah that one was her favourite.

The one that she watched get out looked to be handing out orders, but she couldn't make anything out. It just sounded like a lot of screeching and grunts. His face was disfigured with lots of scars which looked a lot like deep scratch marks. They'd been deep enough that it would have torn the flesh. He also appeared to have what seemed like war paint on, though it was hard to tell even with the night vision on. He was dressed in military clothing though. It had been ripped and torn in places. Callie watched as the leader pushed two of them over in their direction as a group of six went towards Bambi.

"Right, I think our best bet is to take the convoy out first so they've got nothing to chase us with. Karev what do you think...three Red Balls, would that be enough?" Callie whispered to Karev, the man new his explosives.

"Yeah Callie, but you'll not be able to throw them the distance from here and you can't roll them on the ground it's too uneven they'd detonate before they were far enough away from us. The only way is to get closer and then throw them right at the middle. Remember to activate them before you throw." Callie slowly took three boxes from Karev, opening each one up and carefully put the balls into individual pockets.

"I'm going to sneak around the side of that rock. I need two of you to cover me and the other to keep your gun on that door" Callie pointed back toward Bambi and nodded as she took a large gulp of air and stalked quietly off to the shadows of the rock.

She quickly manoeuvred herself throughout the small corridors as she shouted at the top of her voice about how she was right and that, if they'd only listened to her they wouldn't be about to be dinner, or sex toy. As Bailey reached the engine room, she started to shout for Christina. They had tried to contact her using the intercom but had failed and now Bailey was so pissed that she actually had to go and drag the small mechanic's ass back herself. Hunt couldn't do it as he was on standby for driving like a bat out of hell.

"Christina, come on we need to go to the control room, grab your weapons! Look I'm quite happy when you get your ass eaten and I get a room to myself, you snore…really, really loud!" Bailey manoeuvred through the small gaps. She avoided protruding gears on her way, as she tried to get herself though to Christina's favourite place. She knew the small Asian woman liked to be right at the heart of the machinery, which often meant loud.

Bailey closed her eyes and took a breath when she took in the sight of the ever so energetic Yang as she bounced around the small space in time to the music that currently would have made her ears bleed. She had earphones in yet Bailey could still hear loud and clear what the idiot was listening to. Christina spent way too much time surrounded by the loud machinery that it had started to affect her hearing.

Bailey snuck up behind the mechanic and slapped the back of her head. Christina revolved quickly and brought the barrel of her gun pointed to Bailey's forehead. "What have I said about hitting me? I could have gone all ninja on you there, cut you up into little tiny Bailey pieces." Christina smirked before she lowered her weapon and switched off her music.

"You are the most frustratingly stupid dumb intelligent person I've ever known…you knew that we might have to contact you and you…you stupid ass are down here, with your music drowning out the chaos about you, asshole!" Christina straightened up, she always had a fiery relationship with the older woman but she knew when she had over stepped.

"Em…Okay, What's up mama bear?"

"We need to get up to the control panel but first we got to find the littlest Robbins. Grab your weapons and be alert." Bailey ordered.

"Wait where's Callie, what's happened?" Christina looked worried for her friend. If Bailey was down here busting her ass then it was because Callie wasn't there to do it first.

"Torres, Karev, Sloan and Robbins are all trapped outside. Did you not even realise that we'd stopped woman? We think its Death Walkers; we've got caught in a trap. Callie's ordered the hatch closed, so we need to go, please." Both women rapidly exited the engine room and made their way toward Arizona's room.

"She's not here Bailey. I am not playing hide and seek with the child, and if she's not in the kitchen we just need to get to the control room…nothing will get in!" Christina nodded her head more for herself than Bailey. They continued on to the kitchen but had a quick look into hiding spaces as they passed.

"She's not a child. I actually think she's older than you…well at least by a year. She is hard to age but…" Bailey was cut off by the snigger that came from Christina.

"Yeah, well you didn't have a lovely morning listening to her awing and ahing…complete baby! Useless, well up until I found out she's a reader…so I think actually…no we need to find her! I see wealth in our future with that one. Oh and Callie's got a major boner for her, I almost watched her slide from her seat coz there was so much moisture. It nearly turned into a flume ride!" Christina watched Bailey flounder and think about what she was going to pull up first. She decided to keep her mouth closed and let it slide as she walked into the kitchen. Again it was empty.

"We'll need to just go, hopefully if anything does get in, she'll be able to hide as well as she's doing just now." Bailey conceded.

Callie kept low as she slowly and quietly moved toward the stationary convoy. She stopped and put her hand on the ground to steady herself, but instantly regretted it. Her palms were sweaty and the sand and dirt now stuck uncomfortably to it. Just a little further and she could set the Red Balls off; she had to get herself close enough so that she could make sure she got the correct contact. They were tricky and incredibly difficult but the results were effective. For Callie to activate them she had to hit them hard once till they glowed, that indicated that they were ready and the next time they made any impact with something, they exploded. This was one of the reasons Callie's heart rate had went through the roof. One slip and they would go off at her feet. She knew she would have to do them individually and she didn't know how quickly the Death Walkers would react to her attack. She slowed her breathing and continued in the shadows, trying to get close to something that up until now she had only heard about in stories.

She got to a good distance where she thought she'd be able to hit the target. Although because of the rock's, she was going to have to break cover and throw out in the open. She looked back toward Karev who nodded in agreement. She watched as Mark and Tim readied themselves behind their cover. Callie faced her target again. Noting that she was still unseen she slowly brought her leg outside wards and quietly on all fours, manoeuvred herself out a bit further to get into position. The shotgun was now covered in sand as she kept it to the ground in-front of her.

Once she was happy, she put her hand into each pocket. Slowly taking a red ball out, she placed it lightly on the ground. She heard Karev over her earpiece talk quietly to Hunt. He told him that it was about to get a bit noisy.

"Cal, are you ready? You'll need to activate them quickly and throw them individually. Anything that comes near you we'll take care of, we have you covered." When Callie heard this, she held up her hand and motioned to the men behind her that she was ready.

Taking one final look at the target, she tried to shake the tremors from her hand. She'd be lying if she said she was fine. To be honest all she wanted to do was vomit but she stilled her thoughts and took a breath as she reached for the first ball.

"Something's weird! Mark, what looks wrong with that picture? They don't have any fire arms. It's all hand held weapons and they're all wearing the old Alliance uniform!" Tim whispered to Mark as he had taken his eyes from the door to see what Callie was doing. He watched as she hit the ground in-front of her, the red glow from her hand apparent as she drew it back and threw the first ball toward the convoy. Quickly bending down, she activated the second before the first had detonated. As she released the second, the first one made contact and the ground shook knocking Callie to the ground. The Death Walkers all turned, noticing Callie now that the orange and red blast illuminated the sky.

Callie pulled herself onto her knees as the second explosion hit. Trying to grab the now moving ball due to the tremor Callie's eyes grew wide as she saw three figures run at her. Concentrating on getting the irritating moving ball in-front of her she heard the sound of ammunition travel over her head. Still on her knees, she was amazed to see that the men were taking the rounds and it didn't seem to slow their progress.

Callie was quickly aware that what appeared to be make shift arrows rain down on her position from a group of them just past Bambi. She was extremely lucky that nothing hit her. As she grabbed the last ball, she got to her feet, still aware of the gun fire behind her. She knew that they were far enough away from Bambi that it would be safe from the blast. The two explosions had done more than enough damage to the convoy. She hit the ball on the ground and quickly threw the explosive to the group of maybe ten, watching as the bodies scattered. Callie wasn't as lucky this time as they had managed to fire off another batch of arrows. One hit her on the left shoulder and the other hit on her left side grazing along her bottom ribs. Gasping in pain and lowering herself to her knees again, she watched as three of them stalked over towards her. Reaching for her shotgun she fired a shot off but was shocked as the man kept coming. It hadn't slowed him down. She didn't even have enough time to fire of another round before she felt the sharp pain hit her head as her ear piece was knocked from her head and darkness consumed her.

Mark, Karev and Tim had tried to keep Callie covered, but as a group ran towards them they had just seemed to absorb the rounds...nothing seemed to slow them down. Tim managed to roll to the side, away from the axe that connected with the rock beside his head. Sparks flew and the soldier managed to stay upright as he rolled on to all fours. The man lunged forward and Tim felt the weight of the body on top of him, falling back onto the ground as he struggled to get out of the hold. Looking at the man there was at least four apparent bullet wounds on him. Tim tried to get out of the man's grip as he dug his thumb into one of the wounds on his attackers shoulder…nothing. Not even a flinch. Tim's eyes widened when he felt the man take a bite at him, snarling teeth being desperately held off. Tim knew that he was going to have to remove one hand to reach for his weapon, and that he didn't have the strength to keep the man at bay one handed.

He'd managed to move himself enough when reaching for the gun that had just been out of his reach. Luckily that's when the Death Walker's jaws connected with his shoulder and not Tim's neck, like it had been aiming for. As he screamed in pain he made one final push to get the gun. Grasping it finally, he felt the blood drip down his back. He brought the gun to the man's head and pulled the trigger, covering him in blood and flesh…but the movement stopped.

"Guys aim for their heads. Aim for their heads, it's the only way to take them down." Tim pulled his self into a sitting position as he quickly tried to access what was happening in-front of him. He watched as it was obvious that the others had got his message as bodies started to fall quickly but Mark and Karev were surrounded by a group. He couldn't see Callie at all and that's when he noticed it…the hatch was open. Standing up quickly, he grabbed his weapon and quickly ran over to the vehicle. He had to make sure Arizona was ok…he was not going to lose her now.

Her head was groggy as she began to stir but everything was still dark. She still had her eyes closed as she tried to control the searing pain. She could still hear the guns going off around her, but she felt light, like she was floating. Her head hurt and she could feel the wetness drip down the side of her face. That's when her senses kicked in and she felt the grips around her arms and legs pulling at her.

Callie opened her eyes to see four of them detain her. She tried in vain to get free of their tight vice like grips. Looking over to where the gun fire was coming from she could see that she'd been dragged further away from her group. She could see Mark and Karev trying to fight at least 6 between them.

As her back hit the ground with a thud, the wind was knocked from her lungs. Pain travelled down her spine and her head throbbed after the contact. The men continued to keep her pinned to the ground. That's when she was aware of him...the first one she'd seen earlier. He hovered over her and knelt down between her still spread limbs. Callie could do nothing but struggle as she watched the man, even under all of the disfigurement and face paint she could still make out what his eyes and grin had meant.

Letting out a whimper as she saw him bend over her and lick the blood from her brow. She could feel herself shake…she couldn't get loose and all she could think about was the words Alex spoke when he had been hooked earlier. She'd rather a bullet than what he was going to do.

She felt the sharp object at her throat slowly and lightly start to move down her neck to the top of her collarbone, leaving a trail of burning pain on the skin. She tried to keep her pain concealed. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream. Obviously this is what he had wanted as the lack of noise from her just seemed to infuriate him. Callie believed that the object must have been a sharpened piece of metal, it didn't feel like a knife but it was sure doing the same damage.

Not happy with the lack of reaction from Callie, he re-adjusted himself so that he was now completely on top of her...the sharp metal in one hand pressed hard up under her chin. He pressed hard enough that he drew blood. His other hand moved to her combat trousers as he pulled at the front. Button popped and zip burst…that's when Callie finally let out a sob. She tried to block everything out, the grunts from the men holding her down, the growl from the one on top of her, the shouting and gunfire of Karev and Sloan. There was nothing she could do. She couldn't contact anyone for help and shouting would be no good apart from give these guy's the satisfaction.

As she watched the monster rise up onto his knees, she watched him snigger as she heard the noise from his zip being brought down. Callie closed her eyes...she had heard the stories; there was no quick death for her. As she tried to prepare herself for what was going to happen, she decided that she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing her fear, so she mentally prepared herself to look straight into the eyes of a monster.

Callie opened her eyes and looked into mad man's face. He wore an evil smirk. If this had been a fair fight, she was quiet sure she would have knocked it from his fucking face but in this world nothing was fair anymore.

"Oh just get it over with." Callie spat at the man which only made him look her hungrily up and down. That's when she noticed his face warp in pain for a second; he looked uncomfortable as he groaned. The next second, a sword pierced through the front of his chest. He looked down, shocked at the sharp weapon protruding from his body. He never saw the axe swing from the right side taking his head clean off his shoulders.

When his body slumped to the ground, it revealed the blonde that Callie had been thinking of. Arizona stood above the decapitated body, bloodied sword and axe in hand staring intensely at the remaining men who quickly released Callie from their grip. Shuffling herself back out of the way, Callie watched in awe as the petite blonde gracefully almost as though she was in a dance, fought the men off.

In hearing the commotion from behind them, the remaining Walkers turned to see the rest of their group locked in a fight with Arizona. They retreated quickly from the two men to help their companions. Mark spoke first as he saw the Blonde hair in the distance.

"Come on we need to help, fuck that's Arizona. What the hell?" Mark took off as Karev pulled himself up and hobbled as quickly as his wounded leg would let him.

Arizona was making easy work of the excess Walkers herself but Callie had managed to grab her gun from her holster and was taking shots. Luckily her wounded shoulder was not her better arm. She hadn't known about the head being the weakness so she was just firing at them trying to slow them down.

Arizona moved gracefully from target to target, stabbing and slicing through bodies easily until the only motion left was from her and Callie. Arizona looked straight at Callie and tilted her head at the woman who still sat on the ground breathing heavily. Callie noticed that Arizona hadn't even broken a sweat and her breathing was slow and shallow. The next thing Callie was aware of was the blade of Arizona's sword pointing straight into her chest. The look on Arizona's face matched the look from the other night.

"Arizona, it's me…Calliope, baby please snap out of it!" Callie put her gun down on the ground and raised her hands in front of her as she tried to assure Arizona that she wasn't a threat. Mark had slowly approached and had seen what was going on. He slowly raised his weapon towards Arizona, he was surprised when the only movement from her was to raise the axe and point exactly where he was, even though she did not move her head. She continued to press the blade into Callie's chest slightly breaking the skin.

"Karev, slowly...Arizona's…not quite herself!" Mark looked back at the approaching man as he watched Karev raise his weapon. He was only thinking about getting to Callie.

"We don't have time for this shit!" Before Sloan could shout no, Karev fired his weapon at Arizona.

"Noooooooo…." Mark ran to Arizona as she slumped on top of the woman in-front of her, Callie's painful scream filled the air.