Arizona lay beside Callie, who was fast asleep, studying her calm face. She looked more beautiful than ever, she thought. Arizona turned around to face the ceiling. She thought about what had happened this evening and felt a grin form on her face. She soon dropped it though, as she remembered what was going on and how she knew this couldn't last much longer. She felt sad about the fact that she would have to leave something that felt this good. She hadn't known it until now, but this was what she had been looking for. Despite the fact that someone wanted her dead, Arizona had never felt more calm and at peace. She had always had a sort of restlessness about her, but with Callie, that part of her seemed to disappear.

Arizona's thoughts about a future with, or without Callie, were interrupted by a noise in the present. At first Arizona thought she might have imagined it, but there it was again. She sat up. She was definitely not imagining things. She got up and put on some pants and a t-shirt. She went to the bedroom door and looked down the hallway. Thoughts were going through her head about who was making that noise. Could it be Mark, or someone else who was playing a prank on Callie?

There it was again. This time Arizona noticed the origin of the sound she had heard: the front door, and there was no doubt that someone was trying to break in. Her heart dropped as she ruled out all the possibilities of it being someone else than someone sent here to kill her.

She looked in at Callie, and saw that she was still asleep. There was no time to wake her and get her to safety. Arizona closed the door and quietly hurried into the kitchen. She wanted to at least have an element of surprise on her side if she was to fight whoever was coming through that door. She hid behind the kitchen island, and waited for someone to come through the door.

She heard footsteps, and peeked out to get a look at whoever it was. Arizona felt her heart pumping, and adrenaline starting to fill her entire system when she saw not one, but two dark shadows entering the house. She had to rethink her initial plan. She looked around her to see what she could use as a weapon. She didn't know what the other two had on them, so she needed to think fast.

She had to disable one of them first so she didn't have to fight two people at the same time. But that also meant she would lose the element of surprise on the guy who was left, leaving him free to draw a weapon, which she was certain he was carrying. In other words, she needed to get the other man's gun before she put him down.

Arizona closed her eyes to gather herself for what she was about to do. Then she stepped out from behind the kitchen island, hit the man closest to her as hard as she could on the side of his neck, and broke his knee by stomping down on it with her left foot, and as he sunk to the floor she pulled his sidearm and aimed it at the man in front of her. As Arizona had predicted, the other man had had time to draw his gun, but not fast enough; resulting in both of them aiming their weapons at each other at the same time.

They just looked at each other. The man on the floor was groaning, but Arizona just put her left foot down on his throat to keep him still, not once looking away from the man in front of her.

"Who sent you?!" Arizona hissed out.

The man was slowly backing away as he tried to think of what to do next. Arizona was just about to make a move on him when she saw Callie emerge from the door in the hallway. Fuck!

Callie had woken up from strange sounds coming from the kitchen, so she had decided to go out and see what Arizona was doing out there in the middle of the night that was causing that much noise. Callie could never have been prepared for what she saw when she stepped out of her room: Arizona was aiming a gun at a man, who had his back to Callie.

The man turned around as he heard Callie step out into the hallway. He aimed his gun at her. Arizona tried to hold back the panic she felt at seeing the man aiming his gun at Callie.

"Hey!" She said as she stepped over the, now unconscious, man on the floor. The other man turned around again to face Arizona. "Callie, go back into the bedroom." She ordered.

Callie put one foot back towards the opening of the bedroom, but the man turned around to face her again and said: "Hold it!"

Callie didn't dare move, and put up her hands to show him she was in fact following his orders and was not a threat to him. Arizona was reluctant to put down her only weapon but didn't see any other choice.

"Look! I'm putting down my gun, alright?!" She held up her left hand to show the man, who turned his head towards her, as she slowly moved the other hand with the gun towards the floor.

Arizona knew that if she put her gun down it would leave the man in charge of the whole situation. So when she saw his shoulders drop slightly, she pulled up her right hand and met her left arm, and fired a shot towards his right shoulder. It didn't stop him from firing his gun, but it did make him miss Callie.

Arizona lost her balance and fell to the floor. She dropped her gun in the process, so she hurried up to the man to try to get the gun from his hand. She managed to hit his wound on his right shoulder which made him drop it on the floor. But he turned around quickly and hit back. Arizona took a blow to the head, which left her a bit groggy, and that was all it took for the man to grab her from behind and put his arm around her throat.

Arizona used the opposite wall as leverage and used both her legs to push herself and the man into the wall. He released his grip on her, and she turned around to hit him in the face with her elbow; subsequently kicking his legs to make him lose his balance, and finally used her knee to hit his head on his way down. He hit the floor unconscious.

Arizona panted but then looked down towards Callie, and saw her still standing there pushed up against the wall, her mouth open in shock. Callie looked at Arizona who was bleeding from her nose, and couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. "Who are you?!" Were the first words to leave her mouth.

Arizona took a few steps towards Callie, but stopped when she saw Callie back away from her, closer to her bedroom door. Arizona looked down at her feet. "I told you I was in danger. But I never thought that they would be able to find me here. I never wanted to put you in danger. I'm so sorry."

Callie felt her shock and disgust subside when she saw that Arizona was ashamed of what had just happened. It's not like she had had any choice; the man was pointing a gun at Callie, and at Arizona. Callie walked up to Arizona and embraced her. Arizona only leaned in to Callie at first, but then she put her arms around her as well.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, and I'm even more sorry that I put you in this kind of danger." Arizona spoke softly still holding Callie tightly against her.

"I know. But I'm fine, and so are you." Callie tried to assure her.

Arizona let go of Callie. She realized they couldn't stay there; there might be more people coming. "You need to leave." She said to Callie.

Callie looked sceptically at Arizona. "What about you?!"

"I have to take care of this." She pointed at the man lying on the floor. "And then I need to leave this place too." She didn't want to look into Callie's eyes as she said this, so she averted her eyes and directed them beyond Callie down the hallway.

Callie felt how tears were forming in her eyes. She knew why Arizona had to leave; she just didn't want her to. "So, this is it." She stated.

Arizona still held her stern gaze at the window at the end of the hallway. "Yeah. This is it."

Callie was just about to put her hands around Arizona's face and force her to look at her when she broke her stare and walked into the guest bedroom. Callie followed her. "You need to go to your mother's place, and then take her with you and go over to Mark's." Arizona said as she changed into her own clothes, that were now clean – except for the massive brownish stain on her shirt: the detergent hadn't been able to wash away all the blood.

"Why do we need to go to Mark's?" Callie asked.

"Because, if they come looking for you it would be easy enough to find out where your mother lives. It will take them a while longer to figure out your connection to Mark." Arizona looked at the files on the desk. "Do you have a bag I can borrow?"

Callie nodded and went into her room to get a small sports bag.

Arizona hung up the phone when Callie walked in. She said she had called Joanne, but there had been no answer. She thanked Callie for the bag and started putting in all the files she had printed out in it. She didn't want to risk them getting into the wrong hands.

"Alright. Do you need to pack anything for you mother's?" Arizona asked.

Callie said she had clothes there so she didn't really need to pack anything.

Arizona told Callie to wait in her room while she took care of the men in her kitchen. Arizona wasn't sure what would be best, but there was no time to think about different solutions, so she tied them up to each other, and fastened them to the living room couch.

Callie walked past them on the way out and asked Arizona if they were going to be alright. Arizona said they would, but Callie wasn't sure if she was really telling the truth. Neither was Arizona.

It was a bit chilly when they went outside. "I'll come with you to your mother's so I know you are safe." Arizona said while she looked around for signs of anything out of the ordinary.

Callie looked at her, but didn't say anything. She started walking. Arizona turned around, and followed her.

They walked in silence for a few minutes before Arizona started talking: instructing Callie what to do next. She asked her to wait until the morning to call the police and tell them what had happened. She suggested that Callie stay at Mark's for at least a week, that should give Arizona time to lead them far away from Callie.

Callie hadn't said anything up until now, but she couldn't take it anymore. She stopped and turned to face Arizona. Arizona stopped talking.

"Do we really have to do it your way? Why can't you just come with me to Mark's and we'll call the police and they can take care of it, and keep us safe?!" Callie suggested.

Arizona sighed. "Callie. There is no place I'd rather be than with you. But you saw those men; you can't hide from them forever. The further away I am from you the safer you'll be." She gave Callie a sincere look.

Callie didn't want to believe what she was hearing, but she knew Arizona was probably right. She just didn't want her to leave. "Will you at least let me know that you are alright?!"

Arizona put both her hands on Callie's shoulders. "I don't know if I will be able to contact you to let you know how I am. It might lead them to you, or to me. But I assure you, if I can, I will!" She pulled Callie in for a hug.

Callie held on to Arizona and didn't want to let go. When Arizona tried to pull away, Callie held her fast. "Callie, we have to keep going."

Callie sighed and let go. "Fine." She walked on.

When they finally arrived outside Callie's mother's house, it was Arizona who didn't want to leave. She wasn't sure if it was fair to Callie to give her a kiss before she left, but she felt herself moving in closer, and Callie didn't seem to pull away. So, she leaned in and kissed her.

Both of them wanted the kiss to last forever, but Callie was the first to pull away. "OK. So I promise not to call the police until the morning. Should I tell you good luck, or what. I don't know what to say."

Arizona smiled and told her good luck was fine, and then told Callie to stay safe, and that if she could, Arizona would try to let her know she was alright.

Callie stood outside her mother's house and watched Arizona walk away. She couldn't hold the tears back any longer.

Arizona felt tears rolling down her cheeks as well but didn't turn back, it would only make it harder.