A/N: Wow, you guys are awesome. It was a joy reading all your reviews and I was happy to see so many story alerts from just one chapter! I hope you will enjoy reading this story just as must as I'm enjoying writing it! Let's go on another adventure! I will try to do you guys right

Also, for those of you who know or live in Seattle, I'm sorry if things end up factually or geographically incorrect with the city. All my research is coming from Google, so bear with me. Anyways, take care and happy reading!


Stuck With You

Chapter 2

This entire situation felt surreal. As young recruits, Callie and Arizona used to call each other names and nitpick all day long about what the other was doing wrong. Now, ten years later, who would have thought they would be partnered up together in the same city. They certainly didn't.

The two of them were walking outside the front of the police station, heading to their vehicle. Arizona was briskly walking a step further than Callie, not necessarily wanting to walk beside her. They had not said a word to each other yet, but Callie could not take the silence any longer.

"So, where to first, blondie?"

Arizona rolled her eyes. "Don't start with the blondie talk, Torres. Aren't we a little too old for that now?"

Callie smiled. "Nah, I don't think so."

Arizona sighed. "I see you haven't changed," she mumbled.

"Well, hell, neither have you," Callie replied. They were in the parking lot now, walking past rows of marked and unmarked police cars. "It's been nearly a decade since we've seen each other, but I can tell you still don't like me."

The blonde stopped walking and whipped around, looking at the Latina. "You're right, I don't like you. But I'm stuck with you. So, this is how it's going to go. You do your thing and I'll do mine. Just stay out of my way."

Arizona turned to keep walking, but Callie hurried in front of her, blocking her path. The blonde rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"I wish it was that simple, Robbins, but it's not and you know it," the brunette countered. "You don't like me. Fine… I'm not exactly thrilled being stuck with you either, but we are partners… and like the Captain said, all we have out here is each other."

Wow, Callie was actually speaking seriously for once. Arizona briefly lowered her eyes, knowing the brunette was right. Though she was not happy with the selection of her new partner, they had to look out for each other. Arizona sighed and nodded her head. "Yeah, fine…"

"Okay, then," the Latina replied.

Arizona walked around Callie and began to head towards the car. The brunette followed. Maybe Callie has matured a little bit.

"So, you'll have my back…" the brunette began. "…and I'll definitely have yours…"

The blonde heard the change of tone in Callie's voice and turned around. She saw the brunette's eyes quickly lift up to meet her gaze. "Stop looking at my ass," Arizona firmly commanded, pointing a finger.

Callie chuckled lightly as the blonde turned back around and walked over to an unmarked car. Arizona yanked the door open and climbed inside. The brunette figured that was their ride and walked over to the passenger side. They both settled into the vehicle and closed the doors.

"Alright, I'm laying down some ground rules," Arizona said, as she buckled her seatbelt.

"Ground rules?" Callie smirked. "What are we twelve?"

"I'm not, but you sure as hell at like it, so yeah. I'm making ground rules for you."

Callie laughed lightly. "This should be good. Okay, what've you got for me?"

"I only have one so far. No checking me out and doing your little innuendo talk. We're working together now, as partners, and that's highly inappropriate."

Callie shrugged. "Whatever… I'll try to be more discreet about it then."

Arizona was not particularly happy with that answer, but she accepted it. She fired up the engine.

"But I'm not going to stop." Callie looked at the blonde and Arizona had a pissed off expression on her face. Annoyed by the Latina's mischievous smile, the blonde roughly shifted gears and peeled out of the police parking lot.

The weather was actually holding up today and the skies of Seattle were surprisingly sunny. Arizona drove Callie around the city and showed her the different areas they were to patrol. The Latina thought this city was a far cry from Miami. In fact, the brunette could not imagine much crime taking place here at all.

"Seattle seems like a playground of peace. Does shit really go down here?"

Arizona smiled lightly, thinking Callie was totally out of her element. "The worst thing you can do is underestimate Seattle. I've seen plenty of bad things happen."

Just then, the dispatch radio sounded. "We've got a domestic disturbance call at the Spinnaker Bay Marina. We need a unit there as soon as possible."

"Speaking of," Arizona said, smugly lifting her eyebrows.

The brunette smiled lightly as Arizona raised the radio to her lips. "This is Sergeant Robbins and Torres. We'll take the call."

"Copy, Sergeant Robbins."

Arizona put down the radio and looked at Callie. "You ready for this?"

"Usually, when I'm responding to that question, a hot lady is gettin' her naked on."

"Torres…" the blonde warned.

"I'm kidding. Let's fucking go, I'm ready," the Latina replied, eager for something to do.

The blonde flipped on the siren and with seconds they were flying down the streets of Seattle.

When they arrived at the marina, they were told by some witnesses that a lot of yelling was coming from one of the houseboats. As Callie and Arizona made their way over to the house, they heard the angry raised voice of a man and then it was countered by a woman. Seconds later, there was the sound of glass shattering.

Callie and Arizona glanced at each other before quickening their pace towards the houseboat. Arizona pounded on the door. "Seattle Police! Open up!"

The yelling continued as the couple inside were too busy arguing, not hearing Arizona's announcement. Arizona pounded on the door once again. No response. Just more shouting that was too muffled to decipher.

Suddenly, the woman inside let out a horrified scream. That was plenty cause to enter the home. Both women swiftly un-holstered their weapons and Arizona gave the brunette a look. Callie nodded, signaling that she was ready to back up her partner.

The blonde backed away from the door and forcefully slammed her foot against it, bursting the door open. They immediately spot a man, of Hispanic descent, standing in the middle of the room. He had a woman up against the front of his body, using her as a shield, as he held a sharp knife against her neck.

"Seattle Police! Drop your weapon!" Arizona commanded.

Callie entered the home behind her partner and pointed her weapon at the man.

The woman was trembling with fear and the man was on edge with a crazy look in his eyes. He's panicked. "Stay back!" he yelled. "This is between me and my girlfriend. Get the hell out of my house!"

"We can't do that, buddy," Callie said, keeping the man in her sights.

"Please, Emilio, just do what they say…" the woman pleaded.

"Shut-up!" he shouted, holding the knife closer to her neck. Emilio pressed the blade so tightly against her, it nicked her skin.

"Lower the weapon, sir," Arizona tried again.

Emilio shook his head. "Que te jodan, cerdos! Me matará," he threatened.

"No hacerlo, Señor," Callie responded. "Ella aún es joven y tiene una vida plena para vivir."

Arizona blinked at Callie, impressed that the brunette was able to communicate with the mad man. Emilio seemed to be thinking about what Callie said to him. It broke his resolve. He shoved the woman to the floor and ran towards the back door.

"Stop!" Arizona shouted. He ignored her and slipped out the back. The blonde quickly holstered her gun and went for the pursuit. "Torres!"

"I've got her," the brunette replied, bending down to tend to the woman.

Arizona went through the back door and spotted the man in the distance, running down the dock. The blonde took off after him. Her legs pumping and hair flying back wildly as she picked up speed. Emilio glanced back and realized he is being chased. His eyes widen and he ran faster.

Arizona got within arm's length and forcefully tackled Emilio. They hit the ground hard; Emilio receiving most of the impact. Arizona pinned him down with her knee in the middle of his back. "Stop, means stop, you son of a bitch." She pulled his hands behind his back and cuffed his wrists. "Get up!" she commanded, as she pulled the man to his feet.

Callie and Emilio's girlfriend exited the house in time to see Arizona tackle Emilio to the ground. Callie raised her eyebrows, thoroughly impressed by Arizona's physical capabilities. The brunette then turned to the shaken woman beside her. She was holding a small towel against her injured neck.

"Como te llamas, Señora?" Callie gently asked.

"M—Maria," the woman stuttered.

"Okay, Maria. We'd like to ask you a few questions about your boyfriend. Can you come down to the station?"

"Ex-boyfriend…" Maria bitterly replied. "… and yes, I'll go."

"Great," the Latina nodded. They began walking up the dock together.

When Callie made it over to the car, Arizona already had Emilio stuffed in the backseat. "That was a nice tackle, Robbins. And you still got speed," the brunette smiled.

"Thanks," the blonde replied, still catching her breath. She nodded towards Maria who was watching the scene with other witnesses. "What about her?"

Callie glanced at Maria and then back at Arizona. "She agreed to meet us at station and answer some questions."

"Awesome," Arizona replied. She rounded the front of the car and opened the driver's side door. "So, how's that for your first day in Seattle?"

Callie smirked and they both climbed into the car.


Arizona had just finished booking Emilio and was walking down a corridor towards the main lobby. From a distance, she spotted Callie and Maria quietly talking. As the blonde got closer she noticed Maria's hand grazing the brunette's forearm. The brunette was smiling softly as Maria stepped closer, invading Callie's personal space. From their body language, that did not look like innocent chit-chat. The Latina said something, making Maria smile giddily. Arizona stopped walking and decided to observe the interaction.

Maria was an attractive woman. She was Hispanic with a small frame, and a knockout body. Arizona thought she looked very similar to Eva Longoria. Maria dug in her purse, pulling out a pen and paper. She scribbled down something, a number Arizona assumed, and handed it to Callie. The Latina gave Maria a sexy smile and then the woman turned, exiting the building.

Arizona shook her head and walked over to Callie. The brunette looked up, when she realized someone was approaching her. "Hey, Robbins. What's up?" she smiled.

"Are you done questioning our victim?"

"Yeah, everything's all set."

"Are you done flirting with her too?"

"What?" the brunette frowned, trying to feign her innocence.

Arizona raised her eyebrows, showing she wasn't buying Callie's bullshit.

"Alright, yeah. Okay, whatever. I might have been… but if you want to know the truth, she came on to me," the brunette corrected. "I can't help it if I'm irresistible to women… gay or straight. What's it to you anyway?"

Arizona crossed her arms. "This is work, Callie. Not some nightclub where you pick up women. So, this is rule number two. No flirting with victims or suspects."

"Hey, you can't keep me on a leash, Robbins," Callie defended. "All I was doing was comforting a woman whose life was in danger. And telling her if she ever needed a shoulder to cry on… I'd gladly be there for her."

"Oh, don't make me puke," Arizona grumbled.

Callie couldn't help but laugh. As she tossed back some hair behind her shoulder, Arizona noticed something.

"What is that on your neck?" The blonde frowned.

"Huh?"

Arizona stepped closer. "It looks like…" the blonde inspected the area and then backed away, eyes widening. "Ew, are those teeth marks?"

Callie raised her eyebrows. "Teeth marks… oh, yeah…" the Latina remembered, with a grin. "I picked up this smokin' hot girl last night. She just got a little rough when I-"

"Stop!" the blonde cut in, holding up her hand. "I don't want to hear about your late night hookups."

"You asked," the Latina shrugged.

"I've got paperwork to do," the blonde huffed, walking away from Callie.


Later that night, Arizona and Teddy were off the clock, sitting in their favorite local bar. This was where most of the police force kicked back and had a few drinks. There was beer, pool, darts, and karaoke. What more could an off-duty office ask for?

"So, you mean to tell me… your new partner is that Callie? Your Callie from the police academy?" Teddy asked.

Arizona took a sip from her beer bottle and nodded. "Yep. It's her."

"Geez, that must be really awkward. How are you handling it?"

"I'm handling it fine. She's still a smart ass… I never know when to take her seriously… and she seems to be even more annoying than when I first met her. Ugh!" the blonde shook her head, thinking of Callie.

Teddy studied her friend. "Ari? Do you still have a thing for her?"

The blonde practically spit out the beer that was in her mouth and frantically shook her head. "Hell no. I have never nor will I ever have a thing for that egotistical, self-centered, arrogant… bed hopping…"

"Easy, you're going to blow a blood vessel." Teddy cut in. "Wow. I don't think I've ever heard you throw that many insults at a person in one sentence."

Arizona shrugged.

"It's just… from what you told me about what happened between you two at the academy… you had described it like it was-"

"Well, well… if it isn't Sergeant Robbins."

Arizona felt her skin tingle at the smooth voice that sounded behind her. She did not even have to look, already knowing who it was. "Oh, no… what are you doing here?" the blonde whined.

"It's nice to see you too," Callie smirked. The brunette looked at the other woman next to Arizona. "Hi, I'm Callie," the Latina said, dawning her mega-watt smile.

Teddy smiled back. "Nice to meet you, Callie. I'm Teddy. We were just talking about you."

Arizona's eyes widened and she discreetly kicked Teddy in the shin. The honey-haired blonde flinched.

"Really? You were talking about me, Robbins?" Callie asked, teasingly.

"Please… you think I'd waste my breath talking about you?"

Callie only shrugged and turned her attention back to Teddy. "So… Teddy. What do you do for a living?"

Teddy smiled lightly. "Oh, I work on the force. Only I'm, um, I work in forensics."

Callie raised her eyebrows with interest. "Ah. So, you're out there collecting evidence… finding fingerprints… and getting your nerd on in the lab. I like that…" the Latina purred.

Teddy giggled like a school girl as Arizona looked at her like she was crazy. Without realizing it, Teddy was being irresistibly drawn to this woman.

Arizona cleared her throat. "Um, Teddy. Wasn't there somewhere you had to be?" the blonde asked, trying to save her friend.

Teddy furrowed her brows. "No."

"Teddy," Arizona tried again with more assertiveness. "I really think you need to leave so you're not late for that meeting."

Teddy seemed to catch on to what her friend was saying and she played along. "Oh, right. My meeting… well, um… it was nice to meet you, Callie."

"You too. See you around, Teddy," Callie smiled.

Arizona and Teddy shared a look, before the honey-haired woman walked away. The brunette watched the woman leave and she hummed to herself.

"Don't even think about it," Arizona warned.

Callie furrowed her brows. "What?"

"If you sleep with my best friend, I will hit you with a brick."

The brunette let out a chuckle. "Uh, okay," she smiled, leaning her elbows on the bar. "Protective much?"

"Yes, I am. I don't want you fucking with her head. Let's make that rule number three."

"Right, Robbins… fine, out of my respect for you, I will not mess with your friend."

"That's not saying much, but I'll take it."

Callie smiled. "Besides… it wouldn't be her head I'd be fucking with," the brunette wiggled her eyebrows.

Arizona sighed with irritation and turned towards the bar. Much to the blonde's displeasure, Callie took the stool beside her.

"How did you find this place, anyway?" the blonde questioned.

"I asked around the station. Wondered where all the cops hung out after hours." Callie looked around the bar. "It's not too bad."

"Glad you find it to your liking," Arizona mumbled.

"A beer please," Callie requested to the bartender. Within seconds a cold beer was set in front of the Latina.

They sat there in silence. Both nursing their beers, neither knowing what to say to the other. They still could not believe they were in the same city, let alone sitting next to each other in a bar.

"You know," the brunette began, fiddling with her beer bottle. "I'm not that bad once you get to know me."

Arizona let out an incredulous chuckle, not looking up. "Right, Torres… because you're so deep about everything. What I already know about you is plenty," the blonde replied, taking a sip of her beer.

Callie smiled lightly and nodded. She could play this game. "Believe me, Robbins…" Callie smoothly stood from her seat and leaned close to Arizona's ear. "There's plenty about me you don't know," the brunette husked.

Arizona felt her body react to Callie's close proximity and chills of excitement ran down her spine. Chills that aimed directly between her legs. But just as quickly as the Latina lips were inches away from her ear, they were gone.

The blonde looked over her shoulder and watched Callie cross the busy room. She approached an attractive redhead that was sitting near the pool tables. Arizona observed Callie's interaction with the woman. The redhead was smiling and giggling at practically every word coming from the Latina's mouth. Arizona began to wonder what the hell Callie could possibly be saying to make a woman swoon like that.

In less than ten minutes, the redhead was grabbing Callie's hand and leading her out of the bar. With a shit-eating grin, the brunette glanced towards Arizona and gave a sexy wink. The blonde shook her head in disdain and looked away. Callie was such a player. Arizona, for the life of her, could not understand how the Latina could get so many women to sleep with her. Deciding she had enough of this atmosphere, Arizona tossed some money on the bar and stood from her seat.


When the blonde got home, she opened her food cabinet and realized she had nothing to eat. "Right…" Arizona sighed. "Have to pick up those TV dinners."

The blonde settled on ordering a pizza and sat in her living room, watching one of her favorite Disney films. This always helped to perk her up after a shitty day. However, as the night wore on, her thoughts ventured to her new partner. She wondered what Callie was doing this very second. Probably giving that redhead an earth-shattering orgasm. Arizona began to feel a little envious of that woman. She got to touch Callie… and kiss Callie's plump lips.

Oh, to kiss those lips. From all the different kisses Arizona had ever experienced, not one had ever compared to the kiss she shared with Callie. Not a single one… and she hated that. Those feelings that raced through her body that night in the locker room had never been conjured again with another woman. Not even with Joanne. She wanted to feel it again, but no one seemed to be able to do it except… fucking Torres. Why did it have to happen with her?

The blonde did not like being alone, but at the same time she was not a one night stander. Unattached sex was not something she could easily do. She could not lead that kind of life. How did Callie do it? Arizona pondered this before her eyelids became heavy and she drifted off to sleep.


It was close to 2:30 in the morning when Callie awoke in the redhead's bed and snuck out of her house. Her time spent with this woman was fun, but as she drove to her own apartment, the same feeling that always hit her came to the surface… emptiness. Callie tried not to feel that way after she hit and quit a woman, but it always happened.

Everyone thought she lived the luxurious bachelorette life. Not giving a fuck about anything and doing who and what she wanted, when she wanted to. That just wasn't the case. When the women and booze were gone… and she was left with just herself… she felt pathetic.

As she crawled into her cold and lonely bed, she thought of Arizona. The blonde seemed so put together and headstrong. In their academy days, Callie had witnessed how perky and childlike the blonde could be. Of course, this was when the brunette had watched her from a distance. Callie had never encountered that Arizona and she never would as far as she was concerned. Arizona did not like her and Callie lived to annoy her. That's just how it always went.

But that kiss… that kiss they had was real. When the brunette had looked into Arizona's blue eyes that night, she saw the blonde's soul. She saw the real Arizona Robbins. A part of Callie longed for that side of the blonde to reach out to her; because despite what anyone thought… bad-ass Callie Torres had a heart.


A/N: Any thoughts?