A/N: First, I'd like to say thank you to all of you who support my writing style. I had no idea you would respond that way and have my back, so thanks Also, I know I said it would be a quick update but I guess I misjudged! I had to put a little more thought into this one. Sorry… but here it is! Happy reading!
Stuck With You
Chapter Thirteen
Callie ducked back down before another spray of bullets were fired against the car. Arizona un-holstered her gun and looked around at their surroundings. She noticed the men a few houses down had made themselves scarce, clearly not wanting to be a part of this shootout which Arizona was thankful for. She glanced at Callie who was reloading her weapon. They were in a tough spot.
"What are we going to do?" Arizona asked. Pure adrenaline pumped through her veins.
Callie and Arizona cringed and hunched further down as more bullets ricocheted off the hood and trunk of the car. The car's windows were shattered and broken glass laid all around them on the assault.
Callie blew out a heavy breath as she tried to collect her thoughts in the chaos. "We need to call backup!" she shouted over the noise. "You go for the car radio and I'll cover you!"
The blonde looked over at her, blue eyes wide, like Callie had lost her mind. "No way! You go for the radio and I'll cover you!" Arizona argued.
"Damn it, Arizona! This isn't the time to argue! Just do it!"
"Why me? I'm really not in the mood for being shot right now!"
"We both know I'm the better shot and you're faster! Now, work with me!"
Arizona rolled her eyes slightly, knowing Callie was right. This back and forth would get them nowhere but killed. She nodded, ready to put her head back in the game. "Fine! Okay! I'll do it!"
Callie gave a swift nod of her head. "Good…"
The shooting seized once again.
"I hope I shot one of you pigs! You hear me!" The shooter shouted.
The brunette stayed in a crouched position and faced towards the car. One hand splayed on the side of the vehicle, while the other tightly gripped the handle of her pistol. Arizona got in a similar position but placed her hand on the car handle, ready to open it.
"Alight. When I say go, move your ass as quickly as you can and grab that radio."
Arizona looked her dead in the eyes, determination etched in her hard blue gaze. "Got it."
"And Arizona?" The blonde turned to Callie, hearing the softer tone in her partner's voice. "Be careful."
The soft brown eyes before her hinted a bit of worry, but also confidence in knowing Arizona was capable of completing the task. The blonde's eyes softened as well, knowing Callie was being genuine. The moment was suddenly broken when another spray of bullets viciously riddled the side of their vehicular shield. They stayed down.
"Get ready!" Callie yelled over the bullet fire.
Arizona readied herself and took a deep breath. She said a silent prayer in her head that she would make it through, but she knew Callie had her back and she trusted the Latina with her life.
The firing from the house stopped.
"Go!" Callie shouted.
As soon as Arizona opened the car door, Callie fired off shots at the half open window. She saw the shooter lean off to the side out of the line of fire. Arizona fumbled for the radio and grabbed it. She pulled the handheld speaker out the car door, the slack of the wire hanging out. Callie continued to fire until Arizona closed the door and was safely behind the vehicle again. The brunette then ducked down for cover.
Callie could not help but smile. "Nice job, speed racer."
"Not so bad yourself," Arizona smiled back with a hint of flirtation.
The blonde radioed for backup and within ten minutes, eight other units arrived on the scene. At this point, there were now four shooters. There was the primary one on the top floor and three others shooting from the bottom windows. As soon as back up arrived, Arizona and Callie abandoned their shot up vehicle and took cover behind a marked police car. Each of them was now holding a bulletproof shield for protection. The other policemen and women quickly took positions behind their vehicles as the shooters fired freely at the officers as if they were target practice.
The standoff went on for another forty minutes. The more they tried to reason with the shooter upstairs, the angrier and more aggressive he became. He kept demanding to be left alone and that he was never going back to prison. "Whatever it takes!" he shouted. The man's behavior was so outrageous Callie theorized that he could possibly be high on some drug.
This game of cat and mouse was becoming extremely frustrating. None of the officers on the ground were able to get a clear shot.
The gunfire from the house stopped once again and it became quiet. Eerily quiet.
"Drop your weapons and come out of the house with your hands in the air!" A lead officer announced over a bullhorn.
More silence followed and there was no movement whatsoever from inside the home.
Arizona glanced around and eyed the home suspiciously. "What's going on?" she asked Callie in a hushed whisper.
The brunette kept her eyes glued on the house and gun ready. "I don't know," she honestly replied.
Suddenly, the front door of the house swung open and a man holding two AK-47s stormed out of the house. He wore an open button up shirt that exposed his naked chest, and worn baggy light blue jeans. He was yelling like a lunatic and opened fire on the army of police officers in the front yard.
In trained retaliation, Callie, Arizona, and practically all the other officers fired their weapons. Bullets instantaneously nailed the man's body left and right. The unusual thing was he continued to shoot, completely unfazed by the bullets striking him. He was definitely on some sort of drug. More officers joined in on the firing and the bullets were finally taking effect. He lost the strength to hold up his guns and they fell from his hand. His arms flared in wild directions and face cringed as he fell to his knees.
"Hold your fire!" the policeman on the bullhorn shouted.
The shooting stopped.
Callie and Arizona realized the man they had been shooting was Anthony Blaine. His glazed eyes scanned the numerous blurs of blue, red and black surrounding him. He was disoriented and shaky. Anthony grabbed his stomach and then looked down at his hands which were covered in blood. He frowned as he examined them. As if he had just figured out he had been shot. Suddenly, a heavy darkness overtook him. His eyes rolled back into his skull as his entire body became limp and he fell forward. His body laid in the front yard, unmoving.
All of the officers moved in. Callie and Arizona cautiously approached the fallen body of Anthony Blaine. He was pronounced dead on the scene. When other officers entered the home, the three other shooters had their hands up in surrender. They were not as bold as their buddy Anthony. The men were arrested and hailed off to jail.
Callie and Arizona were driven back to the station by another squad car. Their unmarked vehicle that now sat in front of the Blue Devils' residence was useless. Neither one of them spoke as they sat in the backseat side by side. Their minds were still reeling over the events of the past two hours.
The brunette looked down at Arizona's lap. The blonde was clenching and unclenching her left hand that rested on her thigh. Callie had to resist the urge to grasp Arizona's hand and comfort her. She knew the blonde was strong minded and did not need codling, but Callie felt the need for contact. Especially, after an event as crazy as this. They could have died or been seriously injured, but they survived. They had made it through to see another day… together.
In that moment, Arizona glanced over at her, feeling Callie's stare. Their eyes made contact. Callie tried to convey all that she was feeling through her eyes, hoping that would be enough. Arizona's blue eyes were soft and the corners of her lips curled into a soft smile. Callie's heart expanded at the sight and her insides melted. Arizona got her message… loud and clear.
The two exhausted Sergeants walked into the police bullpen and headed over to their desks. An area they usually avoided, but couldn't today.
Arizona tiredly trudged over to her desk and shrugged off her coat. "Now, it's time for monstrous amounts of paper work," the blonde mumbled.
"Yep," Callie replied.
While Callie was removing her dark, long-sleeved jacket, Arizona's eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of the brunette's upper shoulder. Dried blood was stained on her t-shirt sleeve and there was small hole in the clothing indicating an entrance point.
"Oh, my God. Callie you're hurt," Arizona said, pointing to the brunette's arm.
Callie stopped midway in the process of removing her coat. Frowning, she looked down. "Oh, shit…" she gasped.
She moved her jacket further down her arms as Arizona came over to inspect the wound. "It looks like a bullet grazed you. It's a pretty deep gash."
The brunette sucked in a breath between her teeth. "No wonder my arm was stinging," Callie commented.
During the entire shootout, Callie had felt a bit of discomfort in her arm, but it was the least of her worries. Hundreds of bullets were flying at them for crying out loud! In the heat of the moment, she was not going to stop to look at her arm. She was a badass after all.
Arizona walked over to the first aid box that was attached to the wall near them and took out a few items. Callie quickly put her jacket back on and looked around the room. She hoped no one had noticed. Everyone seemed busy and unaware of her bloodied shoulder.
"Come on, let's clean that up," Arizona said, nodding towards the restrooms.
Once inside the bathroom, the blonde made sure no one else was inside. The cost was clear. Callie removed her jacket while Arizona placed the few first aid items on the counter, by the sink.
The brunette sat on the countertop and lifted the stiffened t-shirt sleeve. She turned slightly, to look at the wound in the reflection of the mirror. The gash was a little longer than an inch, but was a little deeper than Callie would have liked.
"Yikes. That's not sexy," Callie jokingly commented.
"I told you it wouldn't hurt to have the EMTs look you over," Arizona noted, standing next to the brunette. She began clean the dried blood around Callie's injury with a peroxide wipe.
"I felt fine at the time."
"Well, so did I, but I still got checked out. You should have listened to me," the blonde seriously stated.
"Arizona, I didn't even feel this when it happened."
"Exactly," the blonde argued as she tossed the damp wipe in the trash. "This could have been a lot worse, Callie."
The brunette caught a bit of hostility in Arizona's voice. "Yeah, but it wasn't," she firmly replied.
Arizona shook her head. Annoyance was written all over her face. She began to prep the gauze. Callie dipped her head slightly as she studied the blonde, trying to read her mood.
"Are you mad at me or something?" Callie asked, confused.
Arizona came over to Callie and began to wrap up the slightly bleeding gash. The blonde realized she was overreacting a bit and she softened her expression. She exhaled a heavy sigh. "No, I'm not mad at you…" the blonde gently replied.
"Then what's up?"
"I'm just… this kind of scared me, I guess."
"Why? It's just a scratch."
"I know it's just a scratch... and I'm glad it's just a scratch, but it makes me angry that it could have been worse."
Callie smiled softly and her eyes held a bit of amusement. "Are you saying you care about me?" She teased.
Arizona saw the glint in Callie's eyes and tried to suppress her smile. She finished wrapping up Callie's arm and placed a gentle kiss on the bandaged shoulder. Arizona looked into Callie's brown eyes and smiled lightly. "I do care about you, you ass."
Callie chuckled lightly and grinned. The brunette grasped both of Arizona's hands and pulled the blonde closer. She looked into Arizona's with sincerity. "You know I feel the exact same way."
Arizona looked at Callie as the brunette smiled at her and in that moment, Arizona thought Callie looked extremely sexy. She ever stepped closer so her body fit in between Callie's legs. She then placed her hands on either side of the Latina's thighs, on the counter.
"What are you doing?" Callie curiously asked with a hint of a smile.
"You just look really hot right now, that's all."
"Oh, so now I look hot. Just a second ago you were pissed at me for not seeing an EMT."
Arizona shrugged sweetly. "I can't help it if you look all vulnerable with that hot bullet graze on your arm," Arizona purred. She leaned in and rubbed her nose against Callie's, making the brunette smile even more.
Arizona then placed her hands on Callie's shoulders and slowly ran them down her arms, careful not to graze the brunette's injury. The brunette's smile faded a bit and chills of arousal ran down her spine.
"Uh… you should stop," Callie weakly protested.
Arizona leaned her forehead against Callie's breathing in the brunette's scent. "It's just… this. Us… being in a gunfight together... the rush of it all... it just makes me really…"
Callie's breathing became ragged and Arizona leaned back slightly. The brunette's eyes flickered down to Arizona's lips. She slowly nodded. "Horny…" she breathed.
Arizona gave a slow nod in return. "Yeah…"
The brunette let out a shaky breath. "I know… I feel it too."
Arizona leaned in closer. Her breath grazed against Callie's lips, making the brunette tremble. "It makes me want you so bad right now, Calliope."
Callie gasped at the way Arizona rolled her name off her tongue and the blonde's close proximity. "I want you too, but we can't…"
One of Arizona's hands slid over the top of Callie's thigh and slowly moved between her legs. Callie swallowed, knowing they were totally going against their rules of resisting temptation. But who could resist this really? They just survived a shootout, they're hot, sweaty, tired, and the adrenaline in their systems were on overload… sexual release seemed like a pretty good idea right about now. The brunette was too powerless to stop her and allowed Arizona's hand to cup her crotch.
The Latina closed her eyes at the contact. "God…" she groaned.
Arizona applied more pressure and rubbed up and down the front of Callie's pants. She felt the brunette's heat and it made her even more turned on. Callie could not help herself any longer. She eagerly lunged forward and kissed Arizona with lustful hunger. Her hand was on the back of Arizona's neck, pulling her closer. The blonde groaned and leaned her body into Callie's, kissing her back.
Suddenly, the bathroom door could be heard opening, followed by the sound of a woman's laughter. The two women quickly separated from each other. Arizona took a place in front of a sink and began to wash her hands. Callie had hopped off the counter and took interest in her bandaged wound. The woman who had opened the door finished her conversation and turned, walking into the bathroom. She stopped short when she saw Callie and Arizona inside.
"Oh, hey Sergeants," she smiled lightly.
"Hey, Kepner," Arizona replied, turning off the faucet.
The younger officer looked to Callie and noticed the bandage on her arm. "I heard about the showdown with the Blue Devil gang. Were you injured, Sergeant Torres?"
Callie shook her head and smiled tightly. "Uh, it's just a scratch, Kepner," the Latina replied, trying to shake off her flustered state. She reached for her jacket and pulled it back on.
"What does it feel like to get shot?" The younger officer asked excitedly. Her naïve enthusiasm always got the best of her.
"Uh…" Callie frowned quizzically as she and Arizona shared a look.
Arizona dried off her hands and tossed away the paper towel. "Look, Kepner… we'd love to give you some insight but, we have to go."
They walked over to the bathroom door as Kepner watched them. "Oh, sure, sure. I understand," she smiled.
As soon as Callie and Arizona were outside the bathroom, they both sighed in relief. "That was close," Arizona sighed.
"No shit," Callie replied. "Let's get to an area with more people."
"Good idea," Arizona sheepishly agreed.
They entered the bullpen, which had its usual buzz of activity; however, both Callie and Arizona noticed something was different. All of the officers at their desks or who were standing around had a bright yellow paper that was either in their hand or near them at their desk.
Curious, Callie walked over to the nearest desk. "Can I see that real fast?" she asked the other officer. The officer looked at her a bit strangely and then handed over the paper. "Thanks."
Arizona watched from a few feet away as Callie read the paper silently. The brunette immediately rolled her eyes and huffed in annoyance. The blonde furrowed her brows and walked over to Callie. "What is it?" She took the paper from Callie and read aloud. "Come to the party of the year. Celebrating Sergeant Callie Torres' birthday… birthday?" The blonde repeated with astonishment. She looked at the brunette who shrugged sheepishly and grit her teeth. Arizona continued to read. "There will be plenty of booze, music, and surprise entertainment. Join us on…" Arizona's eyes widened as she read the date of the party. "This is the day after tomorrow."
Callie gave a nod. "Yes. Yes, it is…"
"Callie, I didn't know your birthday was coming up," Arizona said, feeling out of the loop.
"It's not a big deal. I don't really like the whole celebrating the birthday thing. What I do want to know is how everyone got these fucking flyers!" She grumbled the last part to herself.
As if on cue, the door to the Captain's office opened and Webber stepped out with Mark right behind him. They were talking animatedly and laughing at something Mark had just said.
Callie scowled upon seeing her friend and marched towards the likely source of the birthday flyers. Arizona followed, not sure what the hell was going on.
"Mark," Callie growled as she approached the two men.
Mark perked up when he saw the brunette. "Ah! There she is. We were just talking about you Calster."
"Yeah? Well, I want to talk about these," Callie said, holding up a flyer.
Mark cringed. "I know. I didn't have to spruce them up. But don't worry. Your Captain here just helped me send a mass email to the entire station about your B-Day bash."
Callie was about to punch him in the face until the Captain spoke up. "I think this party is a fantastic idea. It's a great way to build morale and togetherness in the station." Webber slapped Mark on the back with a big smile and looked at Callie. "Where have you been hiding this guy, Torres? He's a gem."
Leave it to Mark Sloan to charm the pants off of anybody; even the Captain of the Seattle Police Department. Callie forced a smile. "Well, you can't keep gems hidden for long, right? He's here now. Right… here."
Mark frowned at the strangeness in Callie's voice, but Webber did not seem to notice.
"Indeed," Webber agreed. "Well, I have work to do. Mark..." He shook the other man's hand. "It was nice meeting you."
"You too, Captain. Take care."
Webber walked back into his office and closed the door.
"Mark, what the fuck!" Callie hissed.
"What?"
"I didn't tell you to go invite the whole damn force! And with flyers and emails? Really?"
"How else do you expect people to show up? Plus, this is late notice, Cal. Gotta spread the word."
Mark trailed his eyes over to the beautiful blonde that stood silently behind Callie He put on his best smile and stepped forward, offering his hand. "And you must be Arizona."
Arizona furrowed her brows curiously at the handsome man. "Um… yes, I am. And you are…"
Callie felt she needed to interject. "Sorry, Mark this is Arizona Robbins. Arizona, this is Mark Sloan. He was my partner on the force back in Miami."
Arizona perked up a bit more after learning this man was a friend of Callie's. She smiled brightly and shook Mark's hand. "Oh, well it's really nice to meet you, Mark."
Mark saw the blonde's dimples popping and those blue eyes sparkling. He now knew what Callie had been talking about. No wonder his friend was a sucker for this woman. Not to mention the knockout body.
"And you, Sgt. Robbins. I've heard many many things about you from Callie here."
Callie cleared her throat suddenly, signaling Mark to shut the hell up. Arizona glanced at her and Callie covered by quickly smiling at the blonde.
"Really?" Arizona grinned, lifting an amused brow.
"Oh, yeah. Every time we spoke on the phone she mentioned you," he went on with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Mark…" Callie warned.
"Anyway," Mark shrugged. "I have to get going. I still have some things to throw together for this badass shindig." Mark wrapped an arm around Callie's shoulders and squeezed her close. "Only the best for our Callie, right?"
"Mark," Callie began in a low snarl. "I'm going to hurt you later and that's a promise."
Though she was not supposed to hear it, Arizona caught what the brunette had said and snickered lightly.
Mark only grinned down at his friend before turning to the blonde. "So, Arizona… see you at the party?"
The blonde smiled. "Wouldn't miss it."
"Fantastic!" He bellowed in his deep voice. "See you then."
"Bye, Cal." He leaned down and placed a kiss on the silently stewing brunette's temple.
"Bye, Mark," she said between her teeth, before the man walked away.
"So…" Arizona began. "Mark… he's… a character."
"You have no idea," Callie deadpanned. "But he's my best friend. Underneath all that superficial-ness, he's actually a pretty good guy."
The blonde nodded. She was curious about Callie and Mark's past but decided to keep quiet about it for now. "If you say so," she smiled lightly.
"Also… you don't have to come to the party if you don't want to."
"Are you kidding me? And miss the party of the year? I don't think so."
Callie laughed and shook her head. They soon headed back over to their desks to finish their paperwork.
Later that evening, they were walking to their cars in the police parking lot. Callie walked Arizona to her vehicle and they stood by the car, looking each other.
"I've been thinking…" Arizona began.
"Yeah?"
"You know what happened earlier? In the bathroom…"
Callie lifted an eyebrow. "How could I forget?" she smirked.
Arizona smiled. "Well… would you like to… maybe… continue that at my place?" Arizona slyly suggested.
Callie cheekily grinned. "Fuck yes," she replied with an eager nod.
Arizona chuckled lightly but suddenly, Callie's face fell. "Oh, no! Oh, shit, I… I can't…" Callie regretfully sputtered.
"Why not?"
"Mark. He's taking me out to dinner tonight…"
"Oh…" Arizona nodded, trying to mask her disappointment.
"But I can cancel? I can totally cancel."
"No, no, Calliope. I won't let you do that. He's your best friend, you can't bail on him. Plus, he's only in town for how long?"
"Two or three more days…"
"And that's not long. Plus, you barely get to see him as it is since he lives in Miami, right?"
Callie sighed. "Right."
"So, no… you go ahead with Mark. Have a good time."
Callie took a careful step forward. "But what if I said I'd rather be with you tonight?" Callie purred.
Arizona smiled, despite herself. "Then I would say… I'm flattered… and then I would say there will be other nights." Callie looked longingly into the blue eyes before her. She wanted to be with Arizona again so badly it hurt. "I'm not going anywhere, Calliope. But Mark will be… so go."
"Alright…" Callie relented with a heavy sigh. "I'll go."
They both had to stop themselves from touching each other as they said their goodbyes. Which was awkward and sucked because they wanted to hug and kiss each other terribly. Callie headed for home to get ready and Arizona was in need of a cold shower.
A/N: Next is the par-tay! But how did you like this chapter?
