A/N: Hey all. I am aware I'm a day behind. But you must forgive me. I've been sick the past few days and have only been able to get to my writing every once and a while. But I got this chapter done! So, happy reading!
Stuck With You
Chapter 21
Arizona drove around the city for a good hour or so, making sure they were not being followed again. In this type of situation, the blonde knew paranoia was your best friend. Callie was still shaken from the events that had just occurred and had not said a word since. She only blankly stared out the window as the streets of Seattle went by.
Dusk was falling upon them when Arizona finally pulled up to a small one-story house. They were now in a middle-class area of the city and the streets were quiet. As Arizona cut off the engine, she noticed a police car parked directly across the street from them. That was their lookout for the night. Arizona turned to the silent woman beside her. "I'm going to go talk to the officers over there, okay?" The brunette did not respond. "Calliope?"
When Callie realized Arizona had spoken to her, all she could do was give a small nod. The Latina was still in such a state of shock, she was not even aware that the car had stopped. The blonde gave Callie a sympathetic look before climbing out of the car. She walked over to the other vehicle and leaned down into the open driver's side window. She recognized the two officers as Meredith Grey and Cristina Yang. "Good evening officers."
"Sergeant, we heard what happened over the scanner. Are you two alright?" Meredith asked.
"Any fingers get blown off?"
"Shut-up, Cristina," Meredith growled between her teeth.
Arizona raised an eyebrow at the two women. "We're fine. No injuries. I will be staying with Sergeant Torres tonight. She's a little shaken up."
"I would be too if a manic was after me and-" "I'll inform the Captain that you and Sergeant Torres have arrived," Meredith spoke up, talking over her partner. Yang never knew when to shut that trap of hers. Meredith reached in her jacket pocket and held out her hand. "Here is the key to the safe house."
"Thank you, officer Grey," the blonde said, taking the key. "Keep an eye on the perimeter."
Meredith gave an affirmative nod while Yang nonchalantly lifted her chin with in acknowledgement.
Arizona walked back over to her vehicle and retrieved Callie's suitcase from the backseat. She then opened the passenger door for Callie. The Latina was still silent as she climbed out the car. They walked up the short path to the front door and Arizona used the key to enter the house. Arizona flipped on the light switch and they were greeted by a large loft style space. To the left was a dining area and a kitchen. To the right was a couch facing a television and behind that was a queen-sized bed against the wall. The floors were wooden and a couple rugs were in the bedroom area. Callie made a B-line towards the bed and slowly sat down. Arizona went to each window, checking to make sure they were secure.
"I think we're safe," Arizona commented, peeking through the blinds. She took off her coat and tossed it on the couch before heading into the kitchen. She opened the fridge, checking supplies. All the police safe houses were regularly stocked with food. They would be set in the morning if they needed breakfast. Arizona then looked over at the brunette who was sitting silently on the bed.
Callie was staring at the carpet, looking like a whipped puppy. Arizona approached the brunette and kneeled in front of Callie, taking the Latina's hands in her own. "Calliope?" When the brunette did not look at her, Arizona placed her fingertips under Callie's chin, gently lifted her head. Sad, tired brown eyes met her gaze. "You should rest," Arizona softly spoke. Callie only stared back at her. It was then that Arizona noticed the usual fire and spark in those beautiful eyes were gone. This broke the blonde's heart. "Here…" Arizona carefully removed the brunette's shoes then stood up, removing Callie's jacket. She wanted to make the Latina more comfortable for sleep.
Callie sat there like a zombie, allowing Arizona tend to her. Her mind was in such a tailspin she could not function.
Arizona set Callie's jacket on the couch behind her and looked down at the Latina. "Do you want anything? Food? Water? I'll get you something…"
Before Arizona could step away, a firm grasp was on her wrist, stopping her. The blonde looked down but Callie did not look up at her. Arizona slowly sat down beside the Latina and waited.
Finally, Callie raised her head, looking into the blonde's eyes. "Arizona…" the brunette pathetically whimpered. It was the first time Callie had uttered a word in hours. Her expression was solemn and her bottom lip began to quiver.
The blonde immediately took Callie in her arms as she began to cry into Arizona's shoulder. Arizona held her close. She held her hoping to make the pain go away. No one… no one could ever break Callie Torres. But with Dmitry's insane vengeance and Carlos' belittling, a lot was weighing down on the Latina. Arizona could feel it as she held the troubled woman in her arms.
"C'mere," she whispered. They scooted further back on the bed and Arizona laid back on the pillows, pulling Callie down with her. The brunette buried her face in Arizona's neck and wrapped her arms around the blonde's body, crying. Arizona said nothing. She just allowed Callie to release all of her sorrows.
Arizona did not know how long she and Callie laid there, but the tears had finally ceased. Arizona gently caressed the Latina's back as they lay there silently.
"Are you awake?" The blonde gently asked.
"Yes…" came a faint reply.
The blonde held Callie a little closer, affectionately rubbing her cheek against the brunette's head. Despite the situation they were in and all the chaos the outside world had to offer, she cherished this moment. Right now. Being alone with the woman she loved, holding her safely in her embrace. "You know I won't let anything happen to you. I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe…" she whispered.
There was no reply and Arizona figured the Latina had fallen asleep. The blonde closed her eyes, feeling the exhaustion of the day weigh down her eyelids. Just as she felt as though sleep was enveloping her, she suddenly felt warm lips against her neck. A kiss. Arizona's eyes fluttered open. Then Callie kissed her again… and again in a slightly different spot. Arizona knew this was not the time appropriate time to be thinking about making love but she could not stop the spark of arousal that rushed through her body. But given Callie's current state, she did not feel this was right.
A hand slid under her shirt and firmly grasped one of her breasts. "Calliope…" Arizona gasped. She put her hand on top of the hand under her top, stopping the Latina's actions. "Wait…"
Callie raised her head and looked down at Arizona. "Please…" the brunette softly begged. "I need this…"
Arizona looked deeply into Callie's sorrowful eyes and the sight made her heart ache. She had never seen the brunette look so lost, frightened, and aroused all at once. Arizona found herself silently nodding approval. She did not resist when Callie pressed her lips against hers, kissing her passionately. She did not argue when Callie climbed on top of her, and she did not fight when the brunette pinned her arms above her head and shoved her tongue into her mouth. Arizona could feel the brunette was desperately seeking comfort and if this was the way she wanted it, Arizona was willing to give it to her.
Callie quickly unbuttoned and removed Arizona's jeans before straddling the blonde's hips and devouring Arizona's lips once more. Callie felt the need for control, to feel. Dmitry had the reins on her, her father made her life seem useless, and her world seemed almost unrecognizable… but this… she had power over. She swiftly stuffed her hand down the front of the Arizona's panties and the blonde shivered as Callie's fingers were coated with her wetness. With her free hand, Callie roughly yanked up Arizona's bra and latched her mouth over one of the blonde's nipples. Arizona moaned and threw her head back. She had never seen this side of Callie before. The brunette was like an animal.
Callie's other hand slid into the blonde's depths and began to pump in and out. Arizona's hip began to move at its own accord. She loved how Callie's fingers felt. The brunette licked Arizona pink bud before moving back up to the blonde's mouth, roughly kissing her once more. She then pulled back and watched Arizona panting beneath her. As each moment passed, Callie fell deeper and deeper into the satisfaction of pleasuring Arizona and making the troubles of her own world melt away. She pumped harder and faster, burying her face in Arizona's sweaty neck. The blonde continuously moaned and responded to Callie's every stroke.
When to stop, when to slow down, when to go faster… Callie had the say. She had the power and it made her feel good.
Arizona could feel the overwhelming aggression and need in Callie's touch. She dug her fingers into the brunette's back and spread her legs wider, allowing Callie to take what she wanted. When Callie pressed her thumb against her clit, she squeezed her eyes and surrendered herself to mind-blowing ecstasy.
"That's it, baby. Come for me…" Callie sensually purred in Arizona's ear.
The blonde's only response was further panting and moaning as she pumped her hips, meeting Callie's every stroke within her. Arizona wanted Callie to feel what she was feeling, so she quickly shoved her hand down the front of Callie's pants.
The brunette was surprised by the sudden contact, closing her eyes as Arizona met her drenched center. "Oh.. fuck…" Callie moaned, grinding her herself against Arizona's fingers. She knew it wouldn't take long to go over the edge.
"Calliope… I'm coming…"
"I know, I know, me too…" Callie panted.
Soon both of them were trembling in each other's arms as a massive orgasm shook their bodies. Callie collapsed on top of Arizona and both of them were breathing heavily, trying to catch their breath. Sweat coated their bodies. The brunette buried her face in Arizona's chest and closed her eyes. They wrapped their arms around each other, but no words were exchanged. They were sated and exhausted. As they took comfort in the warmth of each other's bodies, the two women soon drifted to sleep.
Blue eyes slowly opened to unfamiliar surroundings. Arizona took a moment to jog her memory and it soon hit her; leaving Callie's apartment, someone tailing them, explosion… the safe house. She turned her head, feeling a weight on her right shoulder. Callie was still sleeping soundly. Arizona lifted a hand, a gently brushed back some dark locks of hair that were covering the Latina's face. In that moment, as she gazed upon the beautiful features off the woman she loved, she wished they were in a different scenario. Being away at a cabin in the mountains would be good or staying in a fancy hotel in Hawaii, but not hiding from a mad man, threatening Callie's life. Why did this have to happen to them? Then flashes of last night entered her mind of how Callie had taken her so aggressively. It had been intense, but on some level, Arizona understood the brunette's actions.
Careful not to wake the Latina, Arizona quietly climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. As the hot streams of water beat against her skin she thought of the standing off from Agent Shepard to join his task force. Now more than ever, Arizona felt the need to be a part of the team that had the potential to take down Dmitry Petrov; the team that had more than enough resources to find that son-of-a-bitch. She knew Callie was not even aware of this proposition from the F.B.I. agent, but Arizona knew she could be a valuable asset to them. The blonde turned off the water and nodded to herself. She knew what had to be done.
An hour later, Callie was awakened by the sound of a cabinet being closed. She groggily lifted her head from the pillow and turned towards the direction of the noise. She saw Arizona in the kitchen, setting out two plates on the small counter. The smell of bacon was also in the air. Her chest tightened with guilt as she watched the other woman. Images of last night went through her mind. Had she really acted that way? Been that rough? Yes, she had.
Arizona was just grabbing hot Eggos out of the toaster when she noticed, in her peripheral vision, Callie was sitting up in bed. She looked at the brunette and smiled. "Hey, sleepy head. I hope you like store-bought waffles."
Callie tiredly wiped the sleep from her eyes and climbed out of the bed. She was wearing a t-shirt and underwear. As she walked towards the small kitchen, Arizona was placing two waffles on each plate with bacon.
Arizona glanced at her with a soft smile and began spreading butter on the waffles. Callie sheepishly came over to her and stood close.
"Arizona?" she shyly asked.
The blonde turned to her and her smiled faded when she saw the frail expression on Callie's face. The brunette silently stepped forward and took Arizona in her arms. Arizona hugged her back and melted into the embrace. "What's wrong, baby?"
"I'm sorry…" Callie whispered into Arizona's shoulder.
"What are you sorry for?"
Callie held Arizona tighter. "What I did last night.." Callie leaned back to look into Arizona's eyes and sighed heavily. "I… I don't know what that was… I wasn't myself and I totally took advantage..."
"Calliope, it's okay..."
The Latina shamefully shook her head. "I'm just… I'm sorry if I scared you… I… I don't know where that came from."
Arizona lifted her hands and lovingly brushed back Callie's hair away from her face, behind her ears. She then cupped the brunette's face. "You don't scare me, Calliope. Not by what you do or what you say, ever. I love the mad you, the scared you, the sad you.. and even sex manic you. I'll take you in any form. What happened last night surprised me… but it didn't scare me." Arizona's thumb stroked Callie's cheek as soft brown eyes stared back at her. "I'll always be here for you… for whatever you need. And last night, you needed that."
Callie's soul seemed to sigh with relief and she stepped forward, embracing Arizona in another hug. She inhaled the blonde scent and closed her eyes. "It scares me that you know me better than I know myself."
Arizona smiled softly against Callie's neck. "That scares me too… because you also know me better than I know myself." The blonde pulled out of the embrace and placed a slow and gentle kiss on Callie's lips. "Now," she said, turning and picking up a plate. She pushed the dish into the brunette's stomach. "Your waffles are getting cold."
"I thought you couldn't cook," Callie smirked.
"If it's simple frozen product, I can do it," Arizona simply stated, proudly puffing out her chest.
Callie chuckled lightly and took the plate.
They had just finished breakfast when Arizona's phone rang. She stood from her seat and jogged over to her jacket that was on the couch. She pulled out her phone and looked at the screen. "It's my mom."
Arizona looked up and saw Callie's face visibly relax. She knew the brunette probably feared it was Dmitry. Arizona had Callie toss her phone out the window after the lunatic had called the brunette's phone. She was afraid if Dmitry could access Callie's number, he could undoubtedly track it as well.
"Hey, Mom."
"Honey, are you alright? I've been trying to reach you for hours."
"I'm fine. Just putting in a little overtime at work."
"I saw a report on the news about a bomb going off in an alley and an officer was injured. So, when I couldn't reach you…"
"It's okay, Mom. I'm sorry I didn't answer your calls. Everyone in the department is scrambling and this case I'm working is…" Arizona let out a heavy sigh. "It's been really tough."
"Well, I'm glad you're alright sweetie. But don't let your work stress you. Always remember to eat and get plenty of rest."
Arizona smiled at her mother's simplicity and wished she could solve her problems with that much ease. "Yes, mom. Oh, how has the little guy been?"
"Oh, you mean little Pumpkin?"
"What?"
"Pumpkin. He's orange and he's as sweet as pumpkin pie. So, that's what I'm calling him since you girls have not named him yet."
"You're calling the kitten, Pumpkin?"
Arizona's eyes found Callie's. This had gotten the brunette's attention and she shook her head, mouthing 'No' on her lips. Arizona tried to hold back a snicker. "Um… I don't think Callie would like that name, Mom."
"Well, that's what he'll be known as to me until you give him a name."
"Right, Mom. Is it okay if he stays with you a bit longer?"
"Sure, sweetie."
"Thanks. You're awesome, Mom."
"I know," she sighed. "Okay, I won't take up any more of your time, sweetheart. Don't work too hard."
"I'll try not to."
"Love you."
"Love you too."
They hung up.
Callie walked over to Arizona and looked her up and down suspiciously. "Those are my clothes."
Arizona looked down and she was indeed wearing one of Callie's t-shirts and boxer shorts. "Well, I'm sorry. I didn't have a change of clothes, Sergeant."
Callie rolled her eyes and kissed Arizona on the cheek. "I'm taking a shower," she smiled, heading for the bathroom.
"Okay. I'm going to check in with the station."
The brunette nodded. "Sounds good. Let me know if they have anything."
First Arizona called Grey and Yang. They reported that everything was clear overnight. Her next call was to the Captain. He had an update on Karev. The officer had undergone surgery to treat his punctured lung and was now in stable condition. He was going to survive. Arizona breathed a sigh of relief and was thrilled to be able to pass that information to Callie. She was just finishing up her last call as Callie emerged from the bathroom.
"Thank you, I will be there." She hung up.
"Who were you talking to?"
The blonde quickly turned around and saw Callie standing there, toweling off her hair. The brunette also had another towel draped around her body.
Arizona knew Callie would feel left out if she knew of the blonde's decision over the task force, but Arizona could no longer sit back and feel useless. She wanted to find help find Dmitry and make sure he could never hurt Callie… ever.
"Well... I found out Officer Karev..."
Callie stood frozen to the spot, fearing the worst.
"He's going to be fine. They had to do surgery, but he's in stable condition at the hospital. He'll live."
The brunette sighed with relief. "Oh, thank God..." She walked over to her suitcase and hoisted it on the bed.
Arizona cleared her throat. "I um… also just got off the phone with Agent Shepard. You know, the F.B.I. guy that is on our case..."
Callie rolled her eyes and began pulling out some clothes. "Not our case, remember? I've been kicked off of it."
"Right…" Arizona began nervously. "But I haven't."
The brunette looked at Arizona curiously, waiting for her to continue.
"I didn't want to tell you this yesterday because you were so upset for being taken off the case, but… Agent Shepard asked me to be on his task force team."
Callie gave a mock chuckle and shook her head. "And? What did you say?"
"No, at first…"
The brunette looked at her. "At first?"
"Yeah... well… he left it open for me to think about it and… I accepted his offer."
Callie stared at Arizona for a moment with an expression that was unreadable. She then went back to digging through her suitcase. "Great. So, you get to be out there in the field while I'm stuck in this fucking safe house."
"Callie, I'm sorry..."
"No, you're not. This will be a glowing assignment on your resume right?" Callie shrugged.
"You know damn well that's not what this is." Arizona's jaw muscles clenched at the insinuation.
"How could I forget you were so by-the-book. You would never hesitate to kiss some brass on the way up."
"Callie, don't be ridiculous!"
"Ridiculous?!" the brunette shouted, eyes going wide. "You said you were with me! I thought that meant on everything!"
"It does! I'm only joining the task force because I want to help catch the man that's threatening your life!"
"Well then go! The team is waiting for you, right?"
Arizona lowered her eyes. "Calliope…" she softly began.
"No, don't Calliope me. How could you not tell me he asked you to be on the task force?!" she demanded.
"This is why!" Arizona yelled, throwing both hands in the air. "Because I knew you'd act exactly like this." Arizona went over to the bed and began to pull on her jeans from the day before.
"Oh, wow. So, you'd rather keep me in the dark than see me get upset. Nice, Arizona."
"You know what?" the blonde grumbled, throwing on her jacket. "I don't need this. I'm going to work."
"Fine," Callie shot back. "You know where to find me."
"I do," Arizona mumbled, before opening the door and slamming it behind her.
"Fuck…" the brunette muttered.
The End. No I'm kidding. Thoughts?
