A/N: There you have it. They finally admitted it! Glad you all enjoyed the last chapter AND Arizona's lap dance. I believe one of you said you needed a cold shower! LOL! Loved it! Happy reading guys :)


Stuck With You – Chapter 16

Callie waited with baited breath for Arizona's reply. This was it. She had put her heart out on the line again. She took the chance of getting hurt once again. The Latina was physically trembling as she waited for possible rejection. A tear rolled down her cheek. She had never been so afraid in her life.

"I love you, too."

Callie gasped with happiness as a mega-watt smile spread across her face. "You do?"

Arizona nodded, as tears of her own finally escaped her eyes. "I do…"

The brunette reached around Arizona's waist and pulled the blonde to her for a warm hug. Arizona dropped the pair of pumps in her hand and wrapped her arms around Callie's neck, closing her eyes in comfort. The Latina exhaled a breath of relief as they held each other. "Thank, God…" Callie whispered.

Arizona tightened her grip around Callie even more and relished the feel of the brunette's warm body against her. Suddenly, the overwhelming feeling of love became too much for her. Her body began to shake with more tears and she sniffled. Alarmed, Callie tried to pull away, but Arizona held fast to her. "No. Please… please just stay here for a while."

Callie did not move and continued to hold the woman she loved. She no idea the blonde would become this emotional. It only showed how much more Arizona cared and Callie found it endearingly sweet. She wanted to do everything in her power to protect the woman in her arms and never let any harm come to her.

"Please don't hurt me, Callie…" came a soft whisper.

The brunette's heart lurched at the request and she carefully pulled out of the hug. She stared down into vulnerable blue eyes and cupped Arizona's face. Her thumbs, brushing away streaks of fallen tears. Arizona had been hurt badly in the past and the blonde was afraid history may repeat itself. Joanne had cheated on her and it broke something inside of her. Callie was the person that finally put her back together and she knew recovery would be a bitch if the Latina ever broke her heart.

Callie saw this fear crossover Arizona's features and she placed a tender kiss on the blonde's lips. "That will never happen, you hear me?" Callie firmly stated. Arizona looked into Callie's eyes and she nodded sadly. "You're it for me, baby. I'm in. I'm all in."

Arizona smiled softly, reassured by the conviction in Callie's voice. "So am I…" she whispered.

They both leaned in and their lips met in a soft kiss. Callie then pecked Arizona's cheek before they embraced once more. "Ah…" Callie sighed. "You had me worried there for a second…"

"You don't have to worry, Sgt. Torres."

Callie smiled and continued to hold Arizona to her. The brunette could not think of another moment in her life that could be this perfect. A moment that felt so right. The both of them had been holding in their true feelings for so long, and to finally have them out in the open felt so… invigorating. Like they could do anything or say anything without worrying about the repercussions.

They slightly slipped out of the embrace and leaned their foreheads together. Callie interlaced their fingers and pulled up their hand between their chests. Both of them had their eyes closed as they enjoyed the closeness.

"Did I ever tell you, I think it's hot when you call me that?" Callie finally said.

Arizona smiled. "What? When I call you, Sgt. Torres?"

Callie nodded with a sexy smirk. "Oh yeah…"f

Arizona leaned back and looked into amused brown eyes. "Even when I hated you?"

"Especially, when you hated me."

"Oh, my God…" Arizona chuckled. "You're so bad."

Callie chuckled as well. "You think I don't know that?"

Arizona's dimples finally made an appearance and she leaned in, pressing her lips against Callie's in a firm and gentle kiss. "God, this feels good…" Arizona sighed. "Finally being able to tell you. I was going crazy wondering if you felt the same way."

Callie smiled lightly and kissed the tip of Arizona's cute nose. "Ditto." The brunette looked into Arizona's eyes, loving how the blonde was staring at her in that moment. "So you know I have to take you out on a date now, right?"

Arizona giggled. "Wow, Callie Torres, wining and dining a girl. I never thought I'd see the day."

"There was never a woman worth wining and dining… now there is."

"Mm…" Arizona hummed. "How about I take you out? I know Seattle a little better than you do and I know the perfect place to go."

"Well… how can I say no to that?"

"It's a date then… tonight."

"Tonight…" Callie nodded, excited about the idea of dating Arizona. "Oh, you know what? This was our first fight."

"We've fought before."

"Yeah, but…" Callie leaned in closer, her breath lingering against Arizona's lips. "Now we're allowed to have make-up sex."

Arizona grinned against Callie's lips. "Oh, yeah?"

"Uh-huh…" Callie reached towards the front of Arizona's belt. "And I really want to make up with you right now…"

Arizona felt the tie to her belt being undone before her coat slowly fell open. She shivered as Callie placed her hands on either side of waist and stroked up and down her heated skin.

The brunette glanced down at Arizona magnificent body and raised a pleased eyebrow. "I love this underwear…" Callie husked, pressing her body flush against Arizona's. The blonde gasped as the Latina's warm lips found purchase on the side of her neck, below her ear. Arizona leaned her head back, allowing Callie easier access to trail loving kisses down to her collarbone. The brunette brushed the coat off of Arizona's shoulders and it fell to the floor.

"Did you still want to leave?" Callie whispered, her voice thick with arousal.

Arizona ran her fingers through Callie's dark hair. "After a speech like that?" she husked. "Not a chance…"


Though all the two women wanted to do was make love all day long, they still had to go to work. The streets of Seattle still needed protecting and they had a responsibility to their city. The two of them were in the break room, standing by the counter. Arizona was leaning back, sipping her coffee as Callie was in front of the coffee machine, pouring herself a cup.

"So, how many more days will Mark be in town?"

"One more day. I'm taking him to the airport tomorrow night." The brunette glanced around the medium-sized room to make sure they were alone. "So, what exactly do you have planned for this date tonight?" Callie grinned, speaking lowly.

"Uh-uh… it's a surprise, Sgt. Torres. I'm not letting you in on it at all."

"I believe I was in and on it last night," Callie grinned.

"Shut-up, Calliope, you know what I mean," Arizona chuckled. The blonde now found it funny when Callie said these sexual innuendos. In the past she found them annoying, but now it was cute.

Callie shuffled a little closer to Arizona, her lips just inches from the blonde's ear. "I know a few ways to make you shut up…" the brunette purred.

The blonde shivered as Callie proceeded to tell her 'said' things… in Spanish. With Callie so close to her she could feel the Latina's warm body heat. And the way Callie's breath tickled her ear, speaking huskily in her foreign language… it always melted her... making her senses and libido on overload. Arizona's grip on her cup became tighter, anything to stop her from kiss attacking the woman so dangerously close to her.

Suddenly, they were disturbed by someone walking into the room. "Detective Montgomery!" Arizona perked up and immediately placed some distance between herself and Callie. A flush still present on her cheeks.

Callie swiftly turned around and planted a smile on her face. "Addie… hi… w…what brings you down from the Homicide Department?"

Addison looked between the two flustered women with an amused smirk on her face. "I just had to speak to Teddy in the lab. Thought I'd grab some coffee on your floor. Is that a problem, Sergeant?"

Callie chuckled. "Problem… why would it be a problem? Our coffee is your coffee. Coffee away!" Callie nervously sputtered.

Arizona placed a calming hand on the Callie's forearm. The brunette was acting way to nervous. "Callie, you're rambling."

"Am I?" Arizona gave a settle nod. "Oh…" the Latina breathed.

"Was I interrupting something?" Addison asked, stepping over to the cabinet for a cup.

"Nah, we were just discussing where we're going to patrol today, that's all," Arizona quickly answered, not wanting Callie to go into another nervous spiel of words.

"Sergeant Callie Torres. Please report to the front reception," a voice announced over the building pager.

"What the hell could this be about?" Callie grumbled. She took a final sip of her coffee and set it on the counter behind her. "I better get up there." She looked towards Arizona. "I'll catch you in a few minutes."

Arizona smiled sweetly, momentarily forgetting they were in the presence of someone else. She was totally giving Callie gaga eyes. "Okay," she nodded.

The brunette smiled back, loving how those blue eyes were looking at her in that moment. She then turned to redhead. "See you around, Addie," she said, as she headed out the room.

"See ya," Addison replied, however her eyes were on Arizona as she spoke.

When they were left alone, Arizona felt as though the walls were closing in on her. Addison's blue-green eyes pinning her with a curious stare.

"Relax, okay?" Addison smiled, sensing Arizona's uneasiness. "I'm not going to blab about your romance with Torres."

Arizona's eyes got as wide as saucers. "Huh?"

"Oh, come on. The soft exchange of words, the gentle touches… you're not fooling anyone. Well, at least not me," Addison smiled lightly.

"Addison, I don't know what you're talking about. Sgt. Torres and I are are work partners. That's it."

"You really want to play that game?" Arizona only stared back at her, standing her ground. Addison stirred her coffee. "You know, I watched your T.V. interview a few days ago. You guys were really great and the story was full of heart. The way you two talked about each other, I could have sworn I saw something between you guys then..."

Arizona began to feel nervous.

"However, I thought better of it. But then at the party... I really knew something was up. You were in the bathroom with her, weren't you?"

"Addison, I really don't appreciate this grill-fest of questions."

The redhead shrugged. "Okay, okay... look I'm sorry. I can usually pick up on these things that's all. It's the detective in me." Addison walked over to one of the tables and sat down, facing Arizona. "I didn't mean to come at you too aggressively. I was just wondering if I was right."

Silence filled the room as Addison nursed her beverage and Arizona stood quietly at the counter. The blonde lowered her eyes and then nodded the affirmative. "It's true..."

The redhead raised her eyebrows and smiled. "I knew it! So, are you a couple?" she asked, before sipping her beverage.

Arizona studied the redhead for a moment. Addison just seemed like a friendly woman who wanted to do some girl-talk. She came off as genuine and Arizona was slowly understanding why Callie has her as a friend. "Well, we've never officially said anything yet so… I'm not really sure. I mean tonight will be our first 'date,' date."

"Right… Besides your usual date of no food or going outdoors," Addison joked.

"Yeah, pretty much," Arizona smiled.

"Well, if I may... you guys should work on being a little more discreet with the smoldering looks. Having eye sex with your partner will start showing eventually."

Arizona blushed. "Right…"

Addison smirked. "I haven't know Callie that long... but I can tell she's really into you, Arizona. I noticed she stopped that lap dance for you. That is not the Callie Torres I met months ago."

"Right... when you two hooked up."

Addison's eyes widened and her expression went from confidence to uncertainty. "Oh… Arizona I…" she stumbled.

"No, it's fine," the blonde reassured. "Callie and I talked about it."

"Oh, you did… so…" Addison carefully began. "You're okay with Callie and I being friends? Because I would never try anything with her. It was just…"

"A one-time thing. I know. Callie explained that too."

"Good," Addison sighed with relief. "Callie has become a really good friend. I wouldn't want to be the cause of something uncomfortable in your relationship… I was afraid you'd hate me or something," the redhead softly chuckled.

Arizona thought about the notion for a moment. "No, I don't hate you… however, part of me does want to hit you with a brick."

"What?"

Arizona dumped the last of her drink in the sink."You heard me…" she replied in a chipper tone. She turned to Addison with a grin on her face, dimples in full bloom. "You have a super day, Detective. I'm glad we had this chat… really glad," Arizona smiled. Then she left the room.

Addison stood there dumbfounded. "What the fuck? A brick?" She asked herself, puzzled. She was still unsure of where she stood with Arizona.


When Callie reached the front lobby of the police station, she immediately spotted an older gentleman in an Armani suit. His eyes were scanning the large wall full of plaques and awards, honoring fallen officers or those who displayed remarkable bravery. Callie slowly approached the man and noticed his eyes fell on the plaque she had received after the Petrov case. The brunette saw a ghost of a smile crease his lips. Was he proud? No, that could not be possible, Callie sadly thought.

"Papa?" she questioned, finally announcing her presence.

Carlos Torres, tore his eyes from the display and his eyes fell on his eldest daughter. At first his gaze shined with a hint of happiness to see his daughter, but soon faded. Every time he looked at her now he remembered… his daughter is a lesbian. It was something he refused to accept. In fact, he had not spoken to his daughter in over a year because of it. "Calliope, you look well."

"What are you doing here?" Callie was beyond confused. Why on earth would the man who despised her and cut her off from the family, be here in Seattle?

"I would like to talk to you. Is there somewhere we can speak privately?"

"Uh, sure…" Callie replied. "This way."

Carlos followed his daughter through the police station. The brunette led him to an empty conference room and they sat at the table. Callie was on one side and Carlos sat opposite her.

"So… what did you want to talk about?" the brunette carefully asked, still perplexed by her father's visit.

"This is a rather delicate matter. That's why I preferred to tell you face to face."

Callie slowly nodded. "Okay…"

Carlos sighed. "Over the past few months, I have been receiving anonymous letters. They were friendly… from an admirer, a fan you might say… someone who seemed fascinated by the hotel business and my entrepreneurship..."

Carlos Torres was a business man that wielded tremendous power across the country and even internationally. The Torres Hotel chain was all over the world. There was at least one in every major city in the United States and a plethora of them overseas.

Yes, Calliope was rich and grew up with a wealthy family. With this advantage, she always had the finer things in life at her fingertips. However, as she became an adult, she found that flaunting her money was not something she enjoyed to do. It only seemed to attract phony people and their superficial lives. They only wanted to be associated with her because she was rich. Her younger sister, Aria, relished the life of a socialite, but Callie was too proud. She wanted to make an honest living and do something that made her heart sing. Working for the police force did that. And if it meant living life amongst the middle-class, so be it. Though her family never understood, they let her be. Callie could care less about being the black sheep of the Torres family.

Callie waited for her father to continue, still not sure where this was going. "Okay…"

"But after a few weeks, the letters became hostile. Threating even."

"How do you mean?"

"This person began to… I suppose… envy my life a little too much. In the last few letters… they began to demand money from me. And of course, I wouldn't comply. I will never be intimidated by an empty threat." Carlos straightened his tie and held up his chin with distinction. "However, a month ago the tires of my vehicle were slashed in front of my Miami office."

"And you think it was your admirer?"

"I know it was. In my next letter they took full credit for it." Carlos cleared his throat and reached inside of his jacket. He pulled out an envelope and waved it slightly. "It was this last letter that put me into action. This person is threatening to place an explosive in one of my hotels."

This really grabbed Callie's attention. "What?"

"They want $20 million before next Sunday. Otherwise… I'm done for."

"Did you ever notify the authorities?"

Carlos shook his head. "Well... that's why I'm here, Calliope. Given your choice of profession, I thought you may be able to assist in my predicament. But… in a discreet manner."

Callie looked at him as though he had a third eye. "What can I do? You have over 500 hotels around the world. I'm just a beat cop in Seattle. This person could strike anywhere," the brunette reasoned.

"I'm trusting that you can stop this person before anything happens." Callie was about to speak up but Carlos raised a hand to silence her. "Just listen…" He interlaced his hands and placed them on the table surface in front of him. "I hired a private investigator to help me track this person down. It turns out he's here in Seattle. I'm still awaiting further information to find out exactly where he is in the city."

The brunette shook her head. "Wait a minute…" Callie held up her hand, frazzled by all of these facts came at her at once. "Why would someone in Seattle be targeting you? A Hotel chain owner from Florida..."

"I have no idea, mija… but they are. All I know is… I have to take precautions. And when I get his exact location from my P.I., I want you to take him down."

"Why just me? You need to notify the police or I will. A team needs to handle this."

Carlos shook his head. "That's not an option. If I had contacted the police, the media would have caught wind of it. People would start thinking there were bombs in all of my hotels. It would create a mass panic. I am still running a business, Calliope. If people find out I have a bomb threat, it certainly would not attract the tourists."

"Dad, the lives of those tourists may be in danger. I have to get some more people on this…" Callie began to stand, but Carlos held fast to her arm.

"No! I came for your help, mija. This will remain under wraps at all costs. I will not have the Torres Hotel chain be defamed by this bastard!"

Callie pulled her arm away from Carlos' grasp and looked at her father in disbelief. "Is that all you care about? Hundreds of people may be killed in one of your Hotels! And you're worried about the Torres name?"

"It's something worth being worried about! But you seem to have forgotten that!"

Callie eyed her father with a menacing glare. "You came here for my help, remember? Don't start your high and mighty bullshit! Saying I'm going to Hell. If you're going to start that... then you're on your own." Callie started for the door.

"Calliope Iphegenia Torres, don't you walk away from me!" Carlos shouted, swiftly standing from his chair.

Just then, the door to the room opened. The tension between father and daughter was instantly shattered as they looked up to see Arizona in the doorway. They averted their gazes to the floor, knowing the shouting was probably heard outside the door. Carlos walked over to his daughter and leaned in slightly.

"Calliope, I'm asking for your discretion… por favor. I will be in touch." He straightened out the jacket of his suit and gave Arizona a curious look, before walking out of the room.

The blonde looked after him and then turned to Callie. "Wow… who was the guy in the expensive suit?" Arizona asked.

Callie lowered her eyes. "My father."

"Your…? That was your dad?" Callie nodded. Arizona noticed the contemplation and what seemed like uneasiness on the brunette's face. "Are you alright?" she asked, lightly touching Callie's arm.

"Um…" the brunette slowly shook her head. "Not really. My Dad just laid a boatload of shit on my plate, that's all." Callie ran her hands through her hair and blew out a heavy breath.

"Listen… if… you need to cancel tonight…"

"No, no way, alright?" Callie assured. She stepped in front of Arizona and grasped both of the blonde's hands. "I'm not going to let my father ruin our plans. You're taking me out tonight, Sergeant Robbins," she smiled lightly.

"You're sure?"

"More than sure."

The blonde smiled lightly. "Okay." Arizona wondered what had happened between Calliope and her father, but she felt it was not her place to ask. If Callie wanted her to know what happened, she would tell her.

"Come on, let's get our patrol on," Callie smiled, leading Arizona out of the room.