A/N: Hey, everyone. Sorry, I'm a bit late with this chapter, but I ran into a little trouble writing this one. So, I shall anxiously wait to hear what you all think of it. Happy reading!


Much to Callie's dismay, she agreed to be placed in a safe house. After leaving the police station later that day, Callie and Arizona went to the brunette's apartment to retrieve clothing and any other belongings Callie may need. Two other officers, Alex Karev and Owen Hunt, came along as safety chaperones as a precaution.

Callie unlocked her door and entered the apartment. Her eyes immediately caught a suspicious looking large mailing envelope on the floor. As she went to pick it up, Arizona turned to the other two officers.

"You two wait outside and mind the door. We should be done in a few minutes."

"No problem, Sergeant," Hunt nodded.

The blonde nodded in return and closed the door. She turned towards Callie and saw that the brunette was examining an envelope that was in her hands. She looked up and met Arizona's gaze; uncertainty in her eyes.

"What's that?"

"I don't know… I think it was slid under my door," the brunette replied, gently flipping it over in her hands.

"You think it's safe to open? What if Dmitry left it?"

"Well, I don't think it's a bomb," Callie condescendingly commented.

Arizona rolled her eyes. "Just open it, smart ass."

The brunette lightly smirked and carefully opened the envelope, peeking inside. "What the…" Callie furrowed her brows as she slowly pulled out what looked to be black and white printed photos.

Arizona came around and stood next to the brunette. "What are those?"

Callie began to shuffle between the images in her hands. "Oh, my God…" Callie whispered as she realized what the pictures were.

"These are of us," Arizona said in realization.

The first photo was of Callie leaving the TV news station after she and Arizona's interview. She was in the parking lot walking to her car. The second was of Callie and Arizona in front of the police station. They had just come from the big shootout involving Anthony Blaine. The third, Callie and Arizona were holding hands, leaving Callie's apartment. It was the night of their first date. The last photo showed Callie, Arizona, and Mark at the airport saying goodbye.

"Jesus…" Callie breathed, as a shiver went down her spine. "He's been following us…"

"For a while…"

Callie sighed in frustration and stomped over to the kitchen. "Well, fuck him." She forcefully stuffed the photos in the trash bin. "He's just trying to scare me."

"That doesn't scare you?" Arizona asked incredulously.

Callie placed a hand on the counter and leaned her weight against it. She let out a heavy sigh. "No… it creeps me out more than it scares me."

Arizona walked over to Callie and stood closely in front of her. "What if he sends that photo of us together to the station?" The blonde asked with some worry.

Callie looked into the blue eyes before her and her expression softened. "Even if he did, I wouldn't care anymore. The Captain would probably dissolve our partnership or who knows what else but…" The brunette gently cupped Arizona's face and caressed her cheek with her thumb. "You're the most amazing woman I've ever met… and I would risk anything just to be with you."

Arizona felt her heart flutter as she stared into loving dark brown eyes. She placed her hands on Callie's waist and caressed them down to the brunette's hips. "I know…" she sincerely whispered. "Me too."

Callie smiled lightly before leaning in to place a soft kiss on Arizona's lips. "We better start packing."

Arizona gave a silent nod with an encouraging smile.

Holding each other's hands in comfort, the two of them headed back to Callie's bedroom.

They were almost done packing up Callie's suitcase when the brunette's phone began ringing. As Callie read who was calling her Arizona studied the brunette's expression. She became concerned when the Latina stood there like a statue, staring at the small screen.

"Calliope? Who is it?"

"It's… it's my father." Their eyes met for a moment before Callie hit the TALK button. "Hello, Papa."

"Calliope, what's happened? Any news on the information I gave you?"

"Uh… actually, yes, Papa. We followed your lead and we found out who the man was."

"Bueno. Have you taken him into custody?"

"No, he's not in custody. Um…" Callie found Arizona's gaze once more before lowering her eyes. "It turns out this man is not after you, Papa. He's after me."

"What?"

"Yes… he's the brother of a man Arizona and I arrested months ago. And now he wants revenge… on me."

"So, he never really wanted to threaten my business? That's great news," he gushed.

"Great news?" Callie gasped in shock. Here she was hoping to get some sympathy and support from her father and he was still the same heartless bastard as usual. "Did you not hear what I just said? This man is after me… and you're talking about your precious business again? Do you not care that this man tried to kill my partner and I because you were worried about your stupid hotel chain?!"

Arizona listened to the one-sided conversation for as long as she could understand, because within seconds Callie was spewing off in Spanish. The Latina hurriedly stepped out of the room and continued her conversation in the hall. As Arizona finished up the packing, she could hear Callie angrily rambling on and by the sound of it, the conversation was not going well.

After another minute or so, the arguing in the hallway stopped. Arizona was just zipping up Callie's suitcase when the brunette slowly walked back into the room. She looked defeated. As if someone had taken the fight out of her. Callie's shoulders were slumped and her face was unreadable. All Arizona wanted to do was go to her and hold Callie in her arms.

"What did he say?" Arizona carefully asked.

Callie lowered her eyes and slowly shook her head. After a soft sigh she met Arizona's gaze. "He said that… what I did for him was worth the risk… and I should be proud that I stood up for the Torres name…"

Arizona felt the anger inside her begin to stir as her hatred for Callie's father only grew deeper. "What?"

Callie scoffed, unamused, and shook her head again with disbelief. "He's basically happy that the fire is off his back… then he said and if I had chosen a better lifestyle, God would not let this happen to me…"

Arizona shook her head. She could not believe this man could be so cruel to his own daughter.

"Some father I have, huh?" Callie carelessly tossed her phone on the bed.

"Calliope…" Arizona sincerely began, taking a step forward.

But the brunette stepped back. "I need a minute..." Arizona was about to say more but Callie raised a hand to stop her. "Just… give me a minute… please…"

Callie was trying to remain stoic in front of the blonde but Arizona could tell she was holding back tears. She silently nodded and Callie left the room. Seconds later, Arizona heard the bathroom door close.

"That son-of-a bitch," Arizona muttered. Without a second thought, she picked up Callie's phone and found Carlos' number. It rang twice before he picked up.

"Mija…"

"No, this is not your mija."

"Who is this? Why do you have my daughter's phone?"

"This is Arizona Robbins. Your daughter's work partner… and I happen to be her girlfriend also."

"Excuse me?" He scoffed. "I will not listen to a complete stranger speak to me in this matter-"

"Oh, you will listen, and you'll listen good. I'm in love with your daughter… madly in love, and I protect the people I love. Callie risked her life for you. She almost died in an explosion because she wanted to do something you asked her to. And you act like you don't care."

"I do care…" he calmly stated.

"You have a hell of a way of showing it. I don't know you from Adam and right now I don't care to, but from what I already know about you, you're a horrible father. Before Callie went on this mission for you I told her she owed you nothing. Not a damn thing… but she looked me dead in the eyes and said, 'He's still my father. He's my family.' Well, I guess she did it all for nothing."

"I love, Calliope…"

"You used her to save your own ass. The daughter you exiled from her own family because of who she is… yeah, that's not love. You are selfish and a coward." It was silent on the line, but Arizona knew the older man was still there. "Have a good night, Mr. Torres." She hung up the phone and tossed it back on the bed.

Arizona exhaled heavily and shook out her arms. It felt good to vent out some of that anger.

"Were you talking to someone?" a voice said from the doorway.

Arizona turned around and saw Callie there. Her eyes were slightly puffy from crying, but the brunette made sure not a tear was in sight.

"Huh? Oh, no," Arizona replied. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just needed a breather," she shrugged with nonchalance. "Are we all set?"

Arizona nodded and grasped the suitcase off the bed. "Ready."

"Okay…" Callie replied as Arizona handed her the suitcase. She turned to head out.

"Oh, and your phone," the blonde said, grabbing the device off the bed. She walked over and handed it to Callie.

"Right. Thank you…" the brunette shook her head slightly and closed her eyes. "I'm just so… mixed up right now. This whole safe house thing and my father…"

Arizona placed a comforting hand on Callie's arm. "It's alright. You don't have to explain anything. Let's just get you safe and then we'll see what happens from there, okay?"

Callie looked into Arizona's eyes and sighed. "Okay…"

Arizona leaned in a placed a loving kiss on Callie's cheek. "Let's go."

Soon they were outside Callie's building along with Hunt and Karev. Callie and Arizona rode in their own unmarked vehicle while their chaperones rode in a separate car behind them. Arizona drove them and the ride was silent. Every now and then the blonde would check the side mirrors and rearview mirrors to be cautious. She glanced at Callie and saw the stress etched on the brunette's face. Arizona needed to lighten the mood and that's what she did best.

"I've been thinking…"

"Yeah?" Callie tiredly asked.

"We haven't named our kitty yet."

Callie slowly shifted her eyes towards the blonde next to her and raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? There's a mad psycho bomber after me and you want to talk about naming a kitten right now?"

"Why not? We're not talking about anything else."

"Arizona..." Callie warned.

"Callie..." the blonde replied in the same tone.

"Okay, how about TNT, no… Dynamite!" Callie gasped in mock enthusiasm.

"Callie, come on. I'm trying to think positive thoughts."

"I'm not really in the mood…"

"Oh! I know… Buttons!" Arizona excitedly chirped. "He looks like a Buttons!"

Callie cringed. "No, no way. I am not naming him, Buttons."

Arizona placed a pout on her face and the brunette smiled softly. It was amazing how this woman could make her feel just a little bit better in the worst time of her life.

A few moments later, Callie noticed Arizona was repeatedly checking the mirrors about every thirty seconds. It had finally gotten on Callie's last nerve.

"Okay, what are you looking at?"

"We're being followed."

"What?" Callie perked up, looking out the back window.

"See the black Sedan? Three cars back?"

Callie looked further past the few cars behind them and indeed saw the suspicious vehicle with tinted windows. "Yeah, I see it."

"They've been tailing us the last few blocks."

The blonde decided to make a few maneuvers. She turned at the next light and then looked in the mirror once again. The car was still there at a safe distance. "Yep. We've definitely got a tail."

"What do you want to do?"

Arizona bit her bottom lip. "I've got an idea. Give Hunt and Karev a call on your phone. Don't use the radio."

Minutes later, after explaining things to the other officers behind them, they were ready to put their plan in motion. Hunt pulled off the street and in front of a donut shop just as he was told to do. That way, it seemed as though they were leaving Callie and Arizona alone. As Arizona suspected, the dark Sedan was still following them. They drove a few more blocks down and Arizona turned into a thin alleyway she often used as a shortcut. She knew it was not wide enough for a vehicle to U-turn so this could be their one shot to see who their tail was. She continued to drive forward and soon enough, the dark Sedan pulled in behind them at least four or five car lengths back. Arizona kept driving forward, waiting for the Sedan to reach the middle of the alley.

"Here we go," Arizona said. She slammed on the breaks, bringing their car to a screeching halt. They both swiftly exited their vehicle, raising their guns at the suspicious car. The Sedan came to an abrupt stop and began to reverse, in an attempt to leave the alley. Suddenly, Hunt and Karev's car blocked it's path of escape. The Sedan skidded to a halt. It was trapped. Karev and Hunt exited their vehicle as well and had their weapons poised at the dark car.

They had him. Callie's heart was pounding a million miles an hour as she steadily held her gun at the tinted windshield. The driver was masked behind the dark glass.

"Turn off the engine and exit the vehicle with your hands in the air!" Arizona shouted.

They stood there with baited breath, waiting for whomever was in the vehicle to comply. Nothing. Both Callie and Arizona had grown anxious and they tightened their grips on their weapons.

"Do it now!" Arizona shouted.

After another moment the rumbling of the Sedan's engine stopped. All four cops jumped slightly at the sound of the car's automatic doors unlocking.

"Okay, good! Now, exit the car with your hands in the air!" Arizona commanded.

When the Sedan's car door opened, a rapid beeping noise suddenly sounded from inside the vehicle. Callie immediately recognized the noise. Her eyes widened as she frantically waved her arms towards Hunt and Karev. "Get back! Take cover!" Callie she shouted.

Arizona and Callie rushed around their open car doors and headed for cover. Suddenly, the Sedan was a ball of raging fire. The flames expanded within seconds, reaching out and burning whatever was within its circumference. The vehicle was annihilated with an eardrum bursting blast.

The force so ground-shaking, Callie and Arizona wrapped their arms around each other as the ducked behind the front of their car, shielding themselves from any flying debris.

When the chaos of the explosion settled, all that could be heard was Officer Hunt shouting. "We have an officer down!"

Callie and Arizona quickly shuffled to their feet and hurried over to the other two policemen. As they passed the blazing vehicle, they shielded themselves with their arms due to the intensity of the heat. The fire was now sending smoke into the heavens and grabbing the attention of bystanders on the street. They were soon curiously gathering near the alley to see what had happened.

When Callie and Arizona reached the two officers, Hunt was crouched down next to Karev. He was on the ground, lying on his back. Blood was pouring from his the left side as a piece of shrapnel was lodged in his body.

"Oh, my God… Karev…" Callie breathed as she drew closer.

"I've already radioed for an ambulance, you two go!" Hunt shouted.

"No…" the Latina shook her head.

"Callie, he's right, there's nothing we can do," Arizona grasped the brunette's arm but Callie yanked it away.

"No! I need to make sure he's okay!"

"Go! I'll stay with him!" Hunt yelled.

The sirens of the ambulance could be heard in the distance. Callie looked down at Karev who barely had his eyes open. He was looking right at her. "Sergeant… go…" he weakly sputtered out.

Callie shook her head. An innocent officer may be killed because of her and it was tearing her up inside.

"Callie! Let's go now!" Arizona commanded. She grabbed the brunette's arm and dragged her towards their car. Callie finally complied and went along with Arizona. They climbed into their car and Arizona quickly sped away from the scene.

"Fuck!" Callie shouted, slamming her balled up fist against the dashboard. "This should not be happening. None of this should be happening…"

"Callie, Karev is tough. He'll be okay-"

"You don't know that!" the brunette frantically cried. "He may fucking die and it's all my fault!"

"It's not your fault! Alright?!" Arizona quickly countered. "It's that crazy fuck, Dmitry. It's him. I will not let you blame yourself this."

Suddenly, Callie's phone rang. The brunette struggled to pull it out of her pocket because her hands were trembling so badly. She looked at it and saw that it was a blocked number. She answered, bringing the phone to her ear. "Hello…"

"That was a good show back in the alley wouldn't you say?"

Dmitry.

"A shame it had come to that, however. I don't like it when someone tries to outsmart me, Sergeant Torres."

"Well, I don't like it when I'm being tailed, Dmitry," Callie growled back.

Arizona's eyes widened when she heard who was on the phone and she briefly met Callie's gaze.

A hearty laughed sounded on the line and it made Callie's skin crawl with disgust. "You sure do have spunk, Sergeant. So, you know who I am. I knew you'd figure it out."

"Who the hell did you just blow up?" Callie demanded.

Arizona anxiously glanced between Callie and the road as she listened to the disturbing conversation.

"Humph… causality of war," Dmitry carelessly replied. "It's amazing what someone will do for you if you strap a bomb to their chest." He laughed once again; an evil laugh that would haunt anyone's dreams.

"You son of a bitch…" Callie growled. The person that was killed may have been an innocent citizen who was forced to play Dmitry's sick game. "What do you want from me!"

"I want you dead," he snarled back. "I just want to play first."

"Why don't you show yourself you sick fuck and stop hiding."

"All in good time."

The line went dead.


A/N: I realize there's not much Calzona lovin' happening, but as you can see, they ladies have fallen into some serious shit. So, I have to stay true to it. But don't worry. I'll find the time. Thoughts?