Mark stared at the cell phone in his hand. Volunteering to call the Torres' had seemed like the right thing to do just a few minutes ago but now he wasn't so sure. As a doctor he was used to giving bad news to families but this was completely different. Callie wasn't just any patient, she was his best friend. And he may not know her parents but what he was about to do was bound to shatter their world. Their daughter had been shot and even though he believed beyond a shadow of a doubt that Callie was going to live, hearing that she was currently in surgery was going to break their hearts.

"Man up Sloan," he grumbled to himself as he opened the phone and found the Torres' number in Arizona's contacts. He quickly hit the talk button before he could change his mind.

Someone picked up on the second ring. "Torres residence."

"Mrs. Torres?"

"No, this is Sonia, the housekeeper. May I help you?"

"I need to talk to Mr. or Mrs. Torres right away."

"I'm sorry sir, they don't accept…"

"My name is Mark Sloan. I'm a friend of their daughter, Callie. I need to speak to one of them immediately."

"Is Miss Callie all right?"

Mark clinched his jaw. "I really need to speak to one of her parents."

"OK. Hold on."

He massaged the back of his neck with his free hand as he paced and waited.

"Carlos Torres."

"Mr. Torres it's Mark Sloan. I'm a friend of Callie's. We met when you came to Seattle."

"Yes, Dr. Sloan. When Sonia mentioned a friend of Callie's I thought maybe she meant Arizona, but it's nice to hear from you as well. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I…" Mark hated what he was about to do. "There's no way to sugarcoat this so I'm just going to say it. There was an incident in the emergency room today. Callie's been shot."

"Shot?!"

"Yes sir."

"Is she…"

"No, but she's in surgery."

"How bad is it?"

"She was shot in the shoulder. I'm not sure how much damage there was." He frowned when a diatribe of Spanish exploded through the phone. The only words he understood were his and Callie's names. "Mr. Torres?"

"Give me that Carlos." A female voice came on the line. "Hello?"

Mark's frown deepened. "Who's this?"

"Rosa, Callie's mother. I'm sorry but my husband is understandably upset. We'll be on the first available flight."

"Let me now when you'll be arriving and I'll…"

"We'll take a cab. You need to be there for my daughter Dr. Sloan. She thinks a lot of you."

Mark nodded. "I think I lot of her too."

"Is she in good hands?"

"The best."

"What happened?"

"I'm not sure. All I know is that Callie and Arizona were treating a boy in the ER when a couple of other boys showed up. One of them had a gun."

"Dios mio, was Arizona hurt too?"

"She's being looked at right now but she seems to be all right."

"Good. It would destroy Callie if anything happened to her. Tell her to be strong and we'll be there as soon as possible."

"All right."

"And Dr. Sloan?"

"It's Mark."

"Will you do something else for me Mark?"

"Anything."

"If you see my little girl before we get there will you…" It was clear she was crying. "Will you tell her we love her?"

Mark swallowed the lump forming in his throat. "I will."

There was a whispered, "Thank you," before the line disconnected.

He closed his eyes, willing his tears away. Not that crying was beneath him as a man, he just didn't have time. He needed to get back to Arizona.

He tucked her cell phone in his pocket and jogged back into the hospital. He called from the ambulance bay so it didn't take him long to reach curtain three. Derek was shining a penlight in Arizona's eyes as Yang stood off to the side, arms crossed over her chest. "How is she?"

Derek glanced at him over his shoulder. "I was just about to tell her that I don't see any signs of concussion."

"Does that mean I can go?" Arizona asked.

"I'd like to…"

"Derek, you just told me that I don't have a concussion. I'm fine."

"But the chief…"

"The chief is trying to cover the hospital's ass. Just give me whatever forms I need to sign so I can get out of here and find out what's going on with Calliope."

Derek nodded, knowing he would react the same way if it was Meredith who had been hurt. "Fine. Go."

"Thanks." Arizona looked at Mark as she climbed off the exam table. "Did you reach Calliope's parents?"

"I spoke to both of them. They'll be here as soon as they can."

"Dr. Robbins?"

No one had noticed the strange man who was standing in the doorway. Mark and Derek took an instinctive step in front of Arizona as Christina pushed away from the wall and made sure the pediatrician was behind her.

Mark eyed the newcomer. "Can we help you?"

The man gave him an appreciative look. "I'm Detective Evans." He pulled his shield out of his pocket, flipping it open so both men could read it. "I need to ask Dr. Robbins some questions."

"You can't." Christina piped in. "She's on her way up to surgery."

"Surgery?" The man looked surprised. "I didn't realize she was injured as well."

"I'm not." Arizona pushed past Christina before shoving her way between Mark and Derek. "I just have well meaning colleagues." She gave them each a look before returning her attention to the detective. "I'm Arizona Robbins, Detective Evans. Are you here to take my statement?"

"I am."

"You don't have to do this right now." Mark spoke over him. "He can come back some other time."

"He should come back some other time." Derek corrected him.

"It's fine." Arizona assured them. "I want to get this over with so I can concentrate on Calliope."

"Thank you Dr. Robbins. This shouldn't take long." He flipped open the notepad in his hand. "You were in the trauma room when the shooting occurred?"

"Yes. Calliope… Dr. Torres and I were paged to treat a patient."

"The mayor's son, Jacob Jenkins."

Arizona nodded. "We didn't know who he was until we arrived at the hospital. We were under the impression that he was the victim of a random gang beating."

"That wasn't the case?"

"No. He told us that he was supposed to be joining the gang but backed out when he learned his initiation was to rob an older couple in his neighborhood."

"The mayor's kid was going to join a gang?" Mark scoffed. "What's this world coming to?"

"What happened next?" Detective Evans ignored his comment.

"Dr. Torres and I were examining Jacob when two boys came into the room. Calliope asked what they wanted and they said they were members of the same gang who hurt Jacob. They were there to finish what they started. Since I was closest to the phone Calliope told me to call security."

"Are these the boys?"

Arizona accepted the Polariods he gave her. "Yes." She nodded, knowing she would never forget either of their faces. "That's them."

"Thanks." He took them back. "Did you call security?"

"I never got a chance. One of the boys said it wasn't a good idea. Calliope tried to distract them so I could get to the phone but when the other boy realized what I was doing he pulled a gun." She paused, the scene replaying through her mind. A flash of silver, knowing the boy wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger, Callie's yell as the gun went off.

"Dr. Robbins?"

"That's enough for now." Mark stepped in again. "You're obviously upsetting her." He gripped Arizona's arm. "Come on. You're white as a sheet. We're getting out of here."

"He's right Dr. Robbins." Detective Evans clicked his pen. "I can always come back when…"

"No." Arizona interrupted him. "Like I said, I'd rather get this over with now. I don't want to…" She clinched her jaw. "Dealing with Calliope's injury is going to be hard enough without having to rehash what happened a dozen different times. There's really not much more to tell."

"If you're sure."

"I am."

"All right." The detective clicked his pen again. "Please continue."

"As I said, one of the boys drew a gun. Everything after that happened so fast it's a blur. He pointed it at me, Calliope yelled, the gun went off and something knocked me into the wall. The next thing I knew I was on the floor and the nurse assisting us was saying my name."

"Did you black out?"

"No, but I was stunned. The nurse pointed out that Calliope… that she…" Tears blurred her vision again.

"It's all right Dr. Robbins. We already have the nurse's statement that Dr. Torres stepped in front of you as the gun was fired. The impact of the bullet hitting her knocked you both back into the wall."

"Callie stepped in front of you?" Mark echoed his words.

Christina was equally shocked. "She saved your life."

"The nurse helped me move Calliope so we could lay her on the floor." Arizona's tears were flowing. "I tried to help her but the boy with the gun wouldn't let the nurse get what we needed and then the police came in. I tried to save her… I did, but…"

"Shh." Mark pulled her into his arms as she broke down, looking at the detective over the top of her head. "She's done."

"Right." Detective Evans agreed. "Dr. Robbins, the nurse mentioned that you and Dr. Torres are involved."

"Why are you bringing that up?" Christina growled. "They're being a couple had nothing to do with that little bastard pulling a gun and shooting Callie."

"Christina." Derek frowned at her.

"Well it didn't." She glared at the detective.

"I just wanted to say that I hope Dr. Torres is all right. My wife was a detective too and was shot in the line of duty a year and a half ago."

"You said was." Derek gave him a sympathetic look. "She didn't make it?"

"She did, but she's on maternity leave right now. We just had our first child, a boy."

Christina mumbled, "Congratulations," avoiding the man's gaze in her version of embarrassment.

"What I'm trying to say is I know what you're going through Dr. Robbins. I'm the lead on this case so I'll make sure none of the other detectives working it bother you. Here's my card." He handed it to Mark. "If we need more information I'll contact you personally. And hopefully I'll be able to come back and interview Dr. Torres when she's feeling better." He gave a little nod before leaving the room.

Mark was still cradling Arizona in his arms. "Do you need to sit down?"

She shook her head. "I just want to get upstairs and find out what's happening with Calliope."

"Me too." Mark kept his arm around her shoulders as they walked out of the curtained cubicle.

"Yang." Derek called out to her as she started to follow them. "Tell Arizona my thoughts are with Callie."

Christina nodded, not trusting her voice to answer. She liked giving off an air of being cold and detached because it made people leave her alone. But she did allow herself to get close to a select few. Meredith was her person and Owen was her man but Callie ranked right up there as her roommate. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to not have her around anymore.

"Ow! Do you have to be so damn rough!"

Christina nearly plowed into Mark and Arizona when Arizona suddenly stopped.

"Arizona?" Mark looked down at her. "What's the matter?"

"I want a different doctor! I want the best damn doctor you have in this whole hospital!"

Arizona swallowed hard. "That's him."

Christina frowned. "Him who?"

"The one who shot Calliope."

The curtain for the cubicle they were passing was pushed back to reveal the gunman handcuffed to a gurney with three police officers standing around him.

"Her." The boy started struggling when he saw her. "I want that doctor. If she was good enough for the mayor's baby she's good enough for me."

Jackson looked shocked to see them. "Dr. Robbins."

"Yeah, Dr. Robbins." The boy repeated her name. "That's who I want."

Mark tightened his grip on her shoulders. "Come on Arizona."

"I'm sorry." Jackson swallowed hard. "I didn't know she was out here. We were just about to transport him upstairs to remove the bullet in his leg. The other one just grazed his arm."

"Like any of us care." Christina waved away his apology.

"Hey! Where are you going?" The boy struggled harder against the handcuffs.

"Stop that." One of the officers warned him.

"But it's her job to help me. She's a doctor. Bitch, it's your job to help me!"

Arizona tore away from Mark to face him. "My name is not bitch and I might be a doctor but I would never treat someone like you."

The boy frowned. "Someone like me? What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're a monster. You have no consideration for anyone or anything. Life means nothing to you and that makes me sick." Her voice dripped with venom. "Do you have any idea who you shot today? One of the kindest most compassionate women I've ever met. She helps people everyday and now she might... She could..." She clinched her jaw. "You might have robbed this world of a truly amazing person. I would say I hope you'll be able to live with yourself after what you've done in the hopes that it would make you feel guilty but it won't because you're heartless. And you're not worth any more of my time."

With that Arizona turned on her heal and stalked away.

Mark glared at the kid. "You're lucky you have babysitters. Otherwise I might have had the chance to do something you'd regret." He started after Arizona.

Christina shook her head. "You really are pathetic. I hope you realize that." She gave him her best sneer before hurrying after the others. She caught up with them just in time to step into the elevator as the doors were closing.

Mark was looking at Arizona. "Did that make you feel better blondie?"

"No Mark," her voice was heavy with sadness. "It didn't."