A/N: So, yeah… the muse was totally with me these past few days and I could not stop writing! I knew exactly what I wanted for this chapter and it just flowed! It's a little longer than the previous chapters. I'm sure you guys hate to hear that. Hope you all enjoy it! Keep the reviews coming! Love hearing from you all :)


Stuck With You

Chapter 5

The day of the Petrov bust had finally arrived. Members of the Seattle Police Force were loading themselves into patrol vehicles and trucks, all suited up for the big mission. Callie and Arizona sat next to each other in the back of one of the many packed S.P.D trucks with about ten other officers. They were on their way to Eagle's Landing. Petrov's deal was about to go down.

Everyone in the truck was in silent concentration as the vehicle bumped along the streets of Seattle. For some, this was their first bust. For others, they thrived on the adrenaline and nail-biting anticipation of capturing the bad guys.

Both Callie and Arizona were wearing their navy blue windbreakers that had S.P.D. in bold letters on the back, black shirts with bulletproof vests underneath, and dark jeans. Gun holsters were around their waists and both of them had their hair up in a ponytail.

The Latina carefully glanced at the woman beside her. Just looking at Arizona's profile, Callie could see the blonde's face was etched in concentration. As if she was trying to focus. The previous day, Arizona had not said a word to the Latina. In fact, she barely looked at her. Callie wished she could make things right, but Arizona would not give her a chance.

The vehicle finally came to a stop, arriving at its destination. The double doors of the police truck were opened, allowing strong sunlight to penetrate the darkness of the truck. No police sirens were used as they approached their location. They were going to take Petrov by surprise. After exiting the truck, everyone quietly took position around the perimeter of the enormous cargo lot. Petrov and his men were completely surrounded and unaware of the police's presence.

Callie was crouched behind a few metal barrels and saw that Arizona was a few feet away, also hiding.

"Alright, everyone," Captain Webber announced in all the officer's earpieces. "Petrov is down there conducting his deal right now. No one make a move until I say."

Arizona slowly rose from her spot, peeking her head out slightly. She saw Petrov with five other men standing behind him. All were holding automatic weapons, standing on guard. Across from him was another man, the buyer. He also had men of his own. No one could hear what they were discussing, but soon they were shaking hands.

The buyer's men headed to the back of the large white semi-trailer Callie and Arizona had seen the night of their stakeout. As they began to unload the truck, the Captain gave the command.

"Move in! Move in!" Webber shouted.

A policeman's voice broke the silence over a bullhorn. "Everyone freeze! This is the Seattle Police Department! Lower your weapons, you are all under arrest!"

Gunfire rang out in the cargo yard as Petrov's men and the buyer's men immediately went into attack mode. These criminals were not going down without a fight. In retaliation, the entire police force began to shoot back. Within seconds it was a frenzy of chaos and bullet fire. Some of Petrov's men were gunned down while others were able to take cover. As his men provided heavy distraction, Petrov attempted to quietly slink away. However, Arizona had him in her sights.

"Callie!" she shouted over the massive ringing of gunfire. The Latina had just fired a shot and ducked down, looking at the blonde. "Cover me!" Arizona yelled.

Before Callie could reply, the blonde pushed off the ground and took off running. "Fuck, Arizona…" the brunette grumbled. The Latina sprang up and offered cover fire as Arizona made her way through the chaos at lightning speed. Pistol in hand, the blonde sprinted in the direction she saw Petrov disappear.

After a moment, Arizona came to a more secluded and quieter area of the cargo yard. She could still hear bullet fire in the distance. She slowed her speed down to a steady jog as she searched in between the large containers. No sign of Petrov.

"Where the fuck did he go…" she murmured.

By now she had reached the end of the port with no sign of the Russian. The blonde stepped near the edge of the dock and looked out at the water.

Suddenly, Petrov stepped from in between some containers about 25 yards behind Arizona. He smirked as he believed he outsmarted the cop.

Most of the men had seized fire where Callie was positioned, so she quickly ran in the direction Arizona had gone just minutes ago. She kept her eyes peeled as she searched for her partner between the stacks of cargo containers. Her heart pumping in her ears, hoping Arizona was okay. When she rounded a corner, she spotted Petrov about 40 yards away with his back to her. He was raising his gun. Callie looked further past him at his intended target.

"Arizona!" Callie shouted in warning as she aimed her weapon at Petrov.

The blonde quickly whirled around, raising her gun. Two shots were fired in an instant.

Callie's bullet ripped through Petrov's right leg causing blood to spurt instantly. He went down, with a yelp. At the same moment, Petrov pulled the trigger on his gun. His bullet immediately struck Arizona in the head. Callie's eyes widen in horror as the blonde was thrown back by the impact and fell off the pier. SPLASH.

"No!" the brunette shouted. She fumbled with her walkie-talkie, as she ran towards her fallen partner. "We have an officer down on the North East side of the yard! I repeat! An officer down! North East side!" Callie yelled.

Petrov was on the ground, groaning in pain as he tried to apply pressure to his open wound. Callie kicked his gun away and kept running towards Arizona. She swiftly removed her jacket and dropped her gun before plunging into the icy water.

Police officers immediately swarmed the North East side of the yard, apprehending Petrov in the process.

In the murky depths of the water, Callie's eyes took a moment to adjust. She frantically searched as she dove deeper. Soon she spotted blonde curls floating in the water. The Latina quickly swam over and grasped Arizona's waist with one arm. Her right arm then fought with exertion to swim upward.

Soon their bodies broke the surface. Callie took a huge breath, never feeling happier to see the Seattle sun than in that moment. She glanced at the blonde who was unconscious in her grasp. Keeping Arizona's face above water, Callie quickly paddled over to the dock. Other officers were there waiting for her and they helped to lift the motionless blonde out of the water. After being assisted out of the water herself, Callie scrambled to Arizona's side on her knees. Immediately, she saw the flow of blood coming from the front of the blonde's head.

"No. No, no, no, no…" Callie chanted in a panic. "Arizona…"

Callie further inspected the blonde's head. A deep bloody gash was an inch or so above Arizona's left eyebrow. Petrov's bullet had only grazed her. The brunette pressed her fingers to the blonde's neck, looking for a pulse. Nothing.

"Arizona…" the brunette grunted in determination.

She immediately began to perform CPR. Callie quickly removed the blonde's bulletproof vest to have better access to Arizona's chest. Other officers stood around the Latina, watching the scene unfold. The Latina felt them closing in and she began to feel claustrophobic.

"Back! Just get back!" She yelled.

The other officers stumbled backwards, giving the Latina space.

"The ambulance is on the way, Sergeant Torres!" one of them called out to Callie.

The brunette ignored them as she began compressions on Arizona's chest. She then breathed into the blonde's mouth, giving air to the lungs. She repeated this. And repeated again. Arizona was unresponsive.

"Fuck… don't you do this, Arizona…" Callie growled between her teeth.

She repeated the compressions; determination and aggression in her attempts.

Suddenly, the blonde's eyes shot open. Water sprang from deep within her lungs and spewed out her mouth. Callie smiled widely with relief as the blonde coughed and gasped for breath. Arizona was alive.

Before the Latina could do anymore, the EMTs quickly swooped in, telling the Latina to step aside so they could take over.

The blonde's eyes were foggy as she tried to focus on where she was and what was happening. She heard people shouting, chattering voices, and the sound of the police alarms in the background. Suddenly, her eyes became heavy and she felt weak. Darkness took over and she lost consciousness.

Within a few moments, more officers and medical aid was on the scene. SWAT members were hauling a handcuffed Petrov towards a police truck. He was continuously yelling and shouting a bunch a Russian no one understood, nor cared to understand.

Callie certainly did not. Her only focus right now was on Arizona. She stood by the ambulance vehicle as her partner was placed in the back on a stretcher. Worry etched on her features as the EMTs quickly placed an oxygen mask on Arizona's face.

"I'm going with her," Callie firmly stated. She stepped up to the back of the ambulance truck.

"Officer, you can't. It's against regulation," an EMT stated.

"Fuck regulation!" she shouted. Callie hurriedly climbed into the back of the ambulance and sat down, taking Arizona's motionless hand in her own. She dared someone to try to move her.

The EMTs decided not to escalate the situation and let the Latina be. During the ride, Callie looked at her partner and could not stop the silent tears that formed in her eyes. She never realized up until this moment how much this woman meant to her. She saw Arizona's eyes flickered open for a second, looking up at her, and then slowly closed again. "Arizona?"

Callie softly spoke. The blonde remained unresponsive.


Callie sat in the waiting room on edge. Her hair and clothes were still a bit damp and a large towel was draped around the back of her neck. Her leg was jumping and she was biting her bottom lip, waiting to hear an update on Arizona.

"Callie…"

The brunette looked up and saw Teddy approaching. She stood and the other woman placed a soft hand on her forearm.

"Hey, Teddy…" Callie said.

"Are you okay?" The honey-blonde asked, concern in her eyes. "I heard you and Arizona were brought to the hospital and I got here as quickly as I could."

Callie nodded. "I'm fine. Arizona is still being treated though."

"What happened?"

The brunette sighed heavily and tiredly sat back down in the uncomfortable chair. Teddy sat beside her, ready to listen intently. The Latina calmly explained what had happened just hours ago at the cargo yard. Teddy gasped at the Latina's words. She never did understand how her best friend could put her life on the line on a daily basis.

"You should have seen her, Teddy," Callie continued. "She was just lying there… so helpless. I just want her to be alright."

Teddy placed a hand on the Latina's shoulder. "She will be, thanks to you. You saved her life, Callie."

The brunette solemnly looked at the woman beside her and lightly smiled.

"Have you heard anything?" Teddy softy asked.

"Not yet. I've been here over an hour now."

Just then a male doctor approached them. "Are you here for Arizona Robbins, he asked?"

"Yes," both of them replied, swiftly standing from their chairs.

"How is she?" Callie asked.

"She's doing well. Thankfully, the bullet only grazed her head, so we put in some stiches." Both women nodded. "Arizona just needs to allow her body to rest. After being in the cold water, her body had gone into shock… but she is perfectly fine. Her only problem will be a headache here and there. We're just going to keep her for a day or two under observation."

Both Callie and Teddy took breaths of relief, while smiling happily. "Can we see her?" Teddy asked.

"Yes, you can see her. She's awake, but may be a little woozy from the pain meds."

Both of them nodded. "Thanks, doctor," Callie quietly replied.

The doctor closely looked over the Latina. "Are you okay? Has anyone taken a look at you?" He asked with concern.

Callie shook her head. "I'm fine doctor. Just got a little wet. I'm not injured."

"She's the one how pulled Arizona out of the water," Teddy proudly stated. "They're partners on the police force."

Callie shyly ducked her eyes.

"I see…" the doctor replied. "Well, you're a hero. If you had not started the CPR on Arizona when you did, it would not have ended well. Arizona is lucky to have a partner like you," he gave a small smile before walking away.

Teddy patted Callie's shoulder. "See, you're a hero. Come on, let's go see your damsel in distress." The honey-blonde began to walk down the hall towards Arizona's room. She paused however when she realized the Latina was not following her.

Callie stood frozen to the spot in the middle of the corridor. She could not bring herself to move her feet as doubts began to churn through her head. The honey-blonde gave her a puzzled expression.

"Aren't you coming?"

"I… I can't," Callie sputtered.

"What do you mean?"

"I uh… I have to get out of these wet clothes and…"

"I'm sure Arizona won't mind," Teddy argued with a smirk.

Callie shook her head seriously. "I just can't go, Teddy," the brunette spoke more firmly. "I stayed to make sure she was okay and…" the Latina began to step back. "I've just got to go…"

"But Callie…"

Before Teddy could say more, the Latina had already turned and began walking away down the corridor. "That was weird…" Teddy frowned. She headed to her friend's room.


Over the next two days, Arizona had various visitors. Close friends, fellow officers from the station, and her parents came as well. The one person she never saw was Callie, the person who saved her life. She had heard all the stories. How Callie was a superhero, diving into the water after her and pulling her to the surface. How Callie would not stop performing CPR until she was breathing. How Callie had rode in the ambulance with her, holding her hand. She had heard it all, except from the Latina herself. The thought of Callie doing that for her made Arizona's heart swell with so much pride, devotion, and dare she say… love?

No one had seen Callie ever since she left the hospital two days ago. Teddy was clueless as to where the Latina had disappeared to and had no answers for the blonde.

Arizona had been discharged from the hospital earlier that morning. After giving reassurance that she was okay about a dozen times, the parade of family and friends left her apartment. All Arizona wanted to do was rest.

It was about 8pm now. Just as the blonde was heating up one of her TV dinners, there was a light knocking at her door. Arizona felt a bit of annoyance creep in. She had told everyone she was fine. The blonde sighed, trudging over to the door.

Her breath caught as she looked in her peephole and saw who it was. She pressed her open palm against the door and took a breath, trying to calm her beating heart. After a moment, she finally unlocked the door and opened it.

"Callie…" she barely said above a whisper.

Warm brown eyes stared back at her and Callie smiled lightly. "Hey…" the brunette sheepishly replied.

The Latina noticed Arizona looked slightly paler than usual. Not having the rosy pinkness in her cheeks that Callie had grown accustomed to. This had to be from the blonde's time in the hospital, the brunette concluded. Her blonde hair hung down in messy curls and Callie thought she looked beautiful.

"Um… how did you know where I lived?" the blonde softly asked.

The brunette placed her hands in the back pockets of her jeans and lowered her eyes for a second. "Um, I might have taken a peek at your file." She raised her eyes and met Arizona's. "You're not mad are you?"

Arizona shook her head. "No… it's okay."

They stood there a moment. Callie shifted uncomfortably and the blonde realized she was being impolite. "Oh, sorry. Come in."

"Thanks," the Latina said, as Arizona stepped aside.

The blonde closed the door behind them and turned to the Latina.

"How are you feeling?"

"Good," Arizona nodded. She began to feel a bit upset that Callie had not checked in on her sooner. "Teddy said you were at the hospital a few times," she calmly stated.

Callie nodded slightly and lowered her eyes. "Yeah, I was."

Arizona gave a small shrug. "How come I never saw you?"

The brunette ran her hand through her hair and sighed. "Um… truthfully… I thought you were still pissed at me…"

Arizona's face slightly fell and she lowered her eyes. She did not want to rehash Callie's encounter with Maria.

"I just couldn't face you," Callie continued. "Our last conversation didn't exactly end very well. I didn't want to give you an even bigger headache than you already had."

Arizona nodded and walked past Callie. "I guess I can understand that..." The blonde stood near her couch and turned towards the Latina who still stood near her door. "But I'm not pissed at you. Not anymore."

"Really?" Callie carefully asked.

"Yeah, really," Arizona replied earnestly. "I had bigger things to worry about," she said with a small smile, pointing to the five stitches on her head.

"I'm still sorry, though. For what I did…"

Arizona sighed. She leaned her hip against the back of her couch and crossed her arms. "Don't be. Callie, you have nothing to be sorry for, really." She shrugged her shoulders. "You're an adult and you have the freedom to do anything and anyone one you want. I had no right to be mad at you."

"But I pretty much broke one of your ground rules," the brunette stated.

Arizona raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips. "Really? You're following my rules?"

Callie shrugged with a smirk. "Trying to."

The blonde let out a small chuckle and shook her head. "Well, I can't really hold a grudge against a woman who saved my life." She met Callie's gaze.

"I didn't-"

"You did," Arizona calmly stated. She leaned off the couch and took a step towards Callie. "I heard all about it. You threw off Petrov's aim by shooting him. Then you pulled me from the water and gave me CPR. You saved me." Arizona continued to come closer to the Latina, carefully approaching her. "If you hadn't been there…"

Callie nodded, not even wanting to think about the alternative ending. She had never been more scared in her life when she saw Arizona fall backwards into the water. Her world had stopped.

They were within arm's length now and the brunette's body shivered at Arizona's close proximity. Blue eyes were staring right at her.

"What are you doing?" the brunette curiously asked.

The blonde shrugged with a small smile. "I'm going to hug you," Arizona simply stated.

Callie let out a nervous chuckle. "Arizona, you don't have to," the Latina replied, stepping back.

"But I'm going to anyway…" Arizona smiled. "It sort of a thing I do."

Callie stepped back a bit more, still hesitant.

Arizona rolled her eyes. "Come here, I don't have cooties," the blonde chuckled, grasping the Latina's wrist. She pulled Callie to her.

Before the brunette could do anything, Arizona's arms were wrapped around her neck. Callie tried to suppress a moan as Arizona's body pressed against her. The Latina was tense for a second, not knowing how to respond. Arizona felt so warm… and so safe. Callie began to relax and she carefully brought her arms around the blonde's waist. She tightened her hold on Arizona's body. She was so thankful the woman in her arms was still alive.

The blonde closed her eyes and practically melted as Callie embraced her. This woman had saved her life. Despite their differences… despite their past… Callie cared for her and she felt it. She felt it this very moment, just by the way Callie was holding her. God, she felt so good.

Neither one of them wanted to let go. Callie closed her eyes as she inhaled Arizona's vanilla scented body and held the blonde close. She could die happy right now.

"Thank you, Calliope…" Arizona whispered.

The brunette felt butterflies in her stomach at the sound of Arizona speaking her full name. It made it more intimate. "You're welcome..." Callie breathed.

They reluctantly stepped out of the embrace, both of them too shy to look into each other's eyes.

The brunette chanced a glance at her partner and definitely noticed some coloration in Arizona's cheeks now. Callie lightly smiled and decided to speak. "You really scared me, you bitch," she joked.

Arizona's blue eyes met Callie's gaze and she grinned. Her dimples were popping more dominantly than ever. She appreciated Callie breaking the tension. "Sorry…" she sheepishly replied.

They both chuckled lightly.

"Um…" the blonde pushed back a strand of hair behind her ear and glanced back at her kitchen. "Would you like a drink or something?"

The brunette smiled cheekily. "What do you mean by… or something?" Callie teased.

Arizona rolled her eyes with a small smile. "Right…" the blonde nodded, knowing she walked right into that one. "I have to remember to watch my phrasing when I'm around you…"

Callie mischievously giggled.

"Would you like a drink…" Arizona spoke in more of a statement than a question.

"Sure," the brunette chuckled.

Arizona smiled and turned, making her way into the kitchen. "Wine, okay?" The blonde shot over her shoulder.

"Great," the brunette smiled.

As Arizona busied herself in the kitchen, Callie tentatively walked further into the blonde's apartment. She looked around the new surrounding and could totally tell Arizona did her own decorating. The walls were bright colors… what looked like beige to the Latina. The couch looked soft and inviting, complimented with fuzzy pillows. Pictures of family and friends were around the quaint living room.

Callie heard Arizona rummaging with some glasses as she stepped closer to the blonde's bookcase. The brunette was taking a closer look at a picture of two police officers. One of them was a younger Arizona in her blues uniform next to a taller blonde man who was in his uniform as well. He had dimples similar to Arizona's. They had their arms draped over each other as they smiled goofily at the camera. Callie knew that was the Arizona's brother. She had briefly seen him from afar at the police academy graduation ten years ago.

Arizona was walking over to Callie, two glasses of wine in her hands. She noticed what the brunette was looking at. The Latina turned to her with a small smile.

"Here you go," the blonde said.

"Thanks…" Callie replied, taking the glass. The Latina nodded her head towards the picture. "That's your brother, right?"

Arizona momentarily looked at the photo and nodded. A soft smile played on her lips. "Yep. That's Tim."

"I didn't even know your brother was on the force. How come I haven't seen him around?"

The blonde smiled sadly and looked into Callie's eyes. "He died about eight years ago."

Callie immediately felt the mood in the room sink. "Oh…" the brunette whispered, totally hating that she brought up the blonde's brother. "Arizona, I am so sorry."

The blonde shook her head and gave Callie a reassuring smile. "It's okay. You didn't know."

Callie gave a sympathetic look towards the blonde, not knowing what else to say in this awkward situation.

"Let's sit down," the blonde suggested, walking towards the couch. Callie followed and they both sat down on opposite ends of the couch. One cushion was between them on the three-seater.

The brunette took a sip of her beverage and her eyebrows perked up at the delicious taste. "Wow. This is good wine," the Latina commented.

Arizona lightly smiled. "Glad you like it."

They both sat there for a minute in silence. Arizona took sips of her drink while Callie's finger whirled around the top of her wine glass. The tension in the air was so obvious and neither one of them knew what to say. They've never had a straight-forward, honest conversation with each other… ever.

"Okay, this is weird," the Latina finally spoke, setting her glass down on a coaster in front of her.

The blonde blew out a breath and chuckled. "Yes, very weird and very awkward," Arizona agreed. She set her glass on the table as well.

Callie turned to the blonde. "Look, Arizona. I don't expect things to change between us because of what happened. And I never want you to feel obligated to me or feel like you owe me something… because you don't."

The blonde could not hold the smile she was trying to hide. Callie was being chivalrous. That was extremely sexy.

Callie continued. "Let's just call it even. You saved my life, I saved yours." Callie put out her hand.

"Um… okay…" Arizona agreed with a smile. She grasped the Latina's hand in a firm shake.

"Good…" Callie smiled, released the blonde's hand. She picked up her wine glass once again. "Because I'm way more comfortable with just annoying you."

The blonde chuckled lightly and Callie glanced at her with a smirk. "Wow, okay. Well, I'm more comfortable with busting you balls. How about that?" Arizona retorted.

Callie had to quickly swallow the wine in her mouth before bursting out into a hearty laugh. The sound made Arizona's heart flutter. She never knew the brunette's laugh could be so cute.

After their giggles died down and the room became silent again… their eyes slowly met. They may have just agreed that nothing had changed between them, but it had… and both of them knew it.

A sudden banging on Arizona's apartment door shattered the moment.

"Sorry, let me get that," the blonde said, hopping off the couch.

Callie released the breath she had been holding. Looking into those intense blue eyes had shaken her to the core. Geez, what that woman did to her with just a look.

Arizona was so flustered by Callie's smoldering gaze; she failed to look in the peephole. As soon as she opened the door, her lips were attacked by that of another woman's. Shocked, Arizona pulled away and glared at the woman standing before her.

"Joanne, what are you doing?" Arizona demanded. The blonde glanced at Callie who was sitting awkwardly on the couch. Confusion and what looked like disappointment on her face.