Arizona managed to get away to the phone in her room when Callie was on the computer. Joanne hadn't been able to get to the files yet. But she demanded Arizona tell her what exactly had happened to her. Arizona decided it was only fair that she do that, and she figured she had a little more time now than she had last night.

She explained to Joanne how she had been assigned to terminate a threat to the bureau. There was nothing unusual about it, until Arizona had the target in her scope, and realized the man she was about to kill, was not the one she had been informed about. She had recognized his face from another case.

She had gone back to her car and was about to radio in and ask about her mission when she was attacked. Arizona managed to stave off the attacker, and fled the scene in her car. She called her SAC, Stevens, to report, and he had told her to come to his house to be debriefed.

"Is this going where I think it's going?" Joanne interrupted.

Arizona drew a deep sigh, and ignored the joke Joanne was trying to make. Then she continued by telling Joanne how she had gone to see Stevens at his house – she had thought it a bit strange that he wanted her to come to his house – and when she stepped out on the sidewalk on her way to his house, her previous attacker came at her again. She barely managed to fight him off, and yet again drove away in her car. That was when she started suspecting something bigger in the works. There was no chance that whoever attacked her had been able to follow her; somebody must have informed him where she was, and the only one who knew that was Stevens.

"Fuck, Arizona. You are absolutely sure about this?! These are big accusations, with equally huge consequences." Joanne warned Arizona.

"You don't think I know that?! And do you think I would involve you in this mess if I didn't have to?!"

Arizona told Joanne how she had tried to contact another member of her group, but with the same result. However, she was more careful the second time, and therefore the man who was chasing her went to another room at the motel where Arizona was staying. That gave her time to get her things and leave. She explained how she tried to take every precaution: she threw her cell phone away, and got herself another car. In spite of all her efforts, she was caught by surprise a few days later. Arizona had no idea how he had managed to find her, but he did. She was about to step into her car when he had tried to strangle her with a garrotte. The problem with strangling someone is that you have both hands occupied, but your victim, on the other hand, has both her hands free. So, Arizona used all the tricks she knew to get him off her, and in the process she hit his head against the car. He was dead before he hit the ground.

Arizona noticed she was was bleeding quite a lot from a cut in her throat, but knew she needed to get as much distance between herself and this man. She drove as far as she could until she started getting dizzy, and then stopped her car at a truck stop. She walked into the town that was close to that stop "And that's where I am now." Arizona finished.

If Joanne had had any doubts, they were gone after listening to Arizona's story. She promised she would work at getting those files tomorrow. Arizona, in turn, said she would call Joanne tomorrow evening if she could. She hadn't told Joanne about Callie, or that she was staying at her house. She felt it was better to leave that little detail out for now.

Arizona walked back to the kitchen, and saw Callie standing there with a cup of coffee in her hand, looking out the window. Arizona stopped and just stared at Callie for awhile. There was something about her that intrigued Arizona. The fact that she somehow managed to look beautiful in her pajamas and an old dressing gown wrapped around her, only added to that sensation.

Arizona took a few steps back, and walked more loudly towards Callie than she had done before, to let Callie know that she was there. Callie turned around. She gave Arizona a smile and asked if she would like to come out for a walk with her. Arizona liked that suggestion, she hadn't been outside since that night when Callie found her, and some fresh air would probably do her good.

Callie decided they should not walk into town since that would only mean explaining who Arizona was to a lot of people. Instead, they went towards one of the hiking trails that was located on the outskirts of town. It was nicer scenery than walking through town as well.

Callie pointed at houses and places along the way and told Arizona about how she had gone trick or treating in that area, or that the people in that particular house were thought to be the town dealers. Both of them laughed at the idea that the old lady who was in the yard of that house was a drug dealer. She also showed Arizona the tree she had fallen from when she broke her leg when she was eight.

Again Callie was the one doing most of the talking, but this time she wanted Arizona to tell her something too. "So, I've told you a few stories, do you have any of your own to share?"

They kept walking but Arizona turned her head to look at Callie. "I like your storied better than my stories."

Callie snorted. "Fine but I think it's only fair you tell me one thing about yourself before I continue." She demanded.

Arizona couldn't deny her that request. She thought for a moment, and then told Callie about the time when her parents had sat her down by the table to tell her they were getting a divorce. Arizona's reaction had not been what her parents wanted, but they did expect it, but perhaps not the part about her running away from home.

"You ran away? For real?!" Callie looked a bit surprised.

"Well, I only got as far as my grandfather's old shed, and then I ran out of food."

Callie laughed. "I guess that's the reason many children have returned to their parents after running away: running out of food."

They both laughed. "Speaking of food, I think it's time to head back for some. Don't you think?" Callie said.

After they had eaten Callie suggested they watch a movie. "Any preferences?" Callie asked as she went over to the box with her DVD collection. She was a bit surprised when she saw a pair of pants and an old t-shirt there. Then she remembered putting them there when she was trying to clean up the other day.

"No, I'm up for anything." Arizona sat down in the couch.

"How about I take out three movies and you pick one?!"

"Yeah, sure."

Callie tried to choose three different types of movies since she didn't know what Arizona liked. She settled for comedy, drama, and action.

Arizona looked at the titles and didn't really know which one to choose. She only recognized the one, which was an oldie, so she went for that one.

"Some Like It Hot, huh?!" Callie responded.

"Well, who can resist Marilyn Monroe." Arizona half-joked.

Callie raised her eye-brows at that remark, but didn't say anything. She put the movie in and pressed play.

Arizona felt her mind wandering off from the movie, and thinking about their walk earlier. It had been nice sharing memories with Callie; she figured that it was at least safe to tell Callie about her childhood.

Callie had some difficulties concentrating on the movie as well. In vain, she tried to push away the feelings she was experiencing when thinking about Arizona sitting right next to her in the couch. Similar to the other night, she could feel a tension, but this time it wasn't a negative one.

Every time Arizona changed position Callie tensed up and waited for her to settle again. At one point Arizona's leg lightly touched on Callie's, which made it impossible for Callie to concentrate on anything else.

Arizona wasn't completely unaware of their legs touching either, but she quite liked the feeling, so she tried to keep that position, until her leg fell asleep and she had to move.

The movie finally came to and end. Callie was pleased, but a bit sad at the same time. Arizona stretched out and said that it was probably time for bed. Callie agreed, and she picked up their glasses and brought them over to the kitchen. Arizona turned off the TV, then she waited for Callie to switch the lights off, and they both went down the hallway towards their bedrooms together.

"I had forgotten how good that movie was" Arizona tried to break the slightly awkward silence.

"Yeah, it's not for nothing it is considered a classic."

"A lot of it because of Marilyn Monroe." Arizona joked, as they stopped by Callie's room.

"You go ahead..." Callie began at the same time as Arizona was about to offer Callie to use the bathroom first.

They both looked down at their feet and laughed, then managed to look up at the same time, and locked eyes with each other. Arizona was sure she saw Callie's pupils dilate, after all, she had received training in that sort of thing. Callie, in turn, couldn't tear herself away from looking at Arizona's beautiful blue eyes. She had not been trained in spotting pupils dilating, so she didn't notice Arizona's eyes becoming slightly darker.

Callie glanced at Arizona's lips, and she felt how she was starting to lean in, but before she came close enough, she stopped herself. She couldn't do this to Arizona, she was a victim, and there was no way of justifying taking advantage of that.

Arizona noticed that the impending physical connection had been broken off. She noticed Callie's body language was showing she was now uncomfortable. Callie indeed wanted this moment to end as soon as possible, so she told Arizona that she should use the bathroom first and then went into her room, and left Arizona alone in the hallway.

Arizona couldn't move at first. Being alone in the hallway wasn't where she had expected to be now, considering what had just happened, or had almost happened. She didn't want to make Callie more uncomfortable – this was probably the first time she had been even close to kissing a woman – so instead of going after Callie, she made herself ready for bed, and went into her room. Arizona heard Callie enter, then leave the bathroom, and close the door to her bedroom. Arizona drew a deep sigh and turned off the lights.