A/N: Brace yourselves guys. I had fun writing this one.


Stuck With You

Chapter 23

Arizona sat on the couch in the safe house, hanging her head down in disbelief. She was literally deflated... broken, with no life inside of her. It had been an hour since Callie's disappearance and the place was now swarming with Seattle P.D. and Feds from the task force. The two officers that had been assigned to watch the safe house were both pronounced dead. Officer Adamson was found in the driver's side of the patrol car out front with a fatal shot to the head. Officer Percy's body was by the front door with a fatal bullet hole in his neck. Two dead cops and one missing. The entire situation was terrifyingly surreal.

Arizona had barely spoken a word to anyone. All she could manage to say when Derek arrived was, "He took Callie." Since then she has been sitting on this couch. Reviewing the words of Dmitry's note in her head over and over. Meet me at the place where my brother met his demiseWhat the fuck did that mean?

She looked up towards the front door and saw homicide detective, Addison Montgomery, talking to the medical examiner. A few moments later, the redhead happened to turned towards her and their eyes met. They did not know each other well, but Arizona could see the sympathy pouring from those light gray eyes. It was too much to bare, so she lowered her gaze to the floor. Seconds later, she felt a presence standing next to her.

"We'll find her, Arizona," Addison softly spoke.

The blonde let out a heavy breath and shook her head. "I can't figure out where he took her…" Arizona murmured, ignoring the redhead's encouraging words. "Agent Shepard sent some of the task force to the prison where Vladimir was killed, but I know that's not it. That wouldn't be the place. Where my brother met his demise…" Arizona repeated the words written in the note.

Addison crotched down next to the blonde. "Well, let's think about this. What locations where significant when you were working on Vladimir's case?"

"Addison…" Arizona warily began.

"No, just think about it."

Arizona let out a heavy breath and then cleared her throat. "Okay... um… there was the warehouse where we saw the guns and drugs… there was... the abandoned cargo yard…" Arizona's head perked up and a spark went off in her brain. "The cargo yard. That's what he meant about his brother meeting his demise. Callie and I busted Vladimir there." The blonde looked to the detective. "Addison, you can't tell anyone where I'm going. Please..."

Addison gave a nod. "My lips are sealed. Just be careful, Arizona. Bring her home."

Arizona hurriedly stood to her feet and headed for the door. Derek looked up from his conversation with another agent when he noticed the blonde swiftly moving towards the exit. "Robbins! Where are you going?"

The blonde whipped around. "I think I know where Callie is, sir."

"Where?"

The blonde shook her head. "I can't tell you."

"Robbins, as a member of this task force-"

"Screw the task force! If Dmitry even gets the slightest hint that I have backup, Callie is dead. I have to do this alone, Agent Shepard. I'm bringing her home."

Derek knew how smart Dmitry was and it was a guarantee that he would sense backup. Arizona was right, but it was also a risk sending an officer out there alone. He tightened his jaw with frustration before giving a curt nod of his head. Arizona stormed out of the house and ran towards her car.

When the blonde was gone, Derek walked over to Addison. "Do you know where she's headed, detective?" he asked.

Addison looked him straight in the eyes and did not hesitate in her answer. "No idea."


Driving. That's all that Callie had been doing for the past hour. As she sat behind the wheel this obviously stolen car, Dmitry sat directly behind her in the backseat, gun aimed at her head. Callie looked around the area they were driving and began to recognize where they were. She knew this place.

"Turn in here," Dmitry curtly ordered.

Callie did as she was told and drove the vehicle into the abandoned cargo container yard.

"Recognize the place? I thought it would be fitting for our last game," Dmitry sneered.

The brunette did not respond as she tried to remain calm. She had no idea what this mad man was planning to do and it scared her to death, but she refused to show it. Dmitry had her stop near some containers that were stacked over a hundred feet high and then exit the vehicle. Callie had her hands up with her back to Dmitry.

"Start walking forward."

The brunette followed orders and they were soon deep in the heart of the cargo yard. Large containers were surrounding them at every turn. They stopped at one particular container which Dmitry had Callie open. She was told to retrieve a large black duffel bag from inside. The mysterious bag was slightly heavy as she placed it on her shoulder.

"Walk," he commanded.

Soon they were in an area that opened up and the end of the pier could be seen. This is where it happened. Where she had shot Vlad Petrov in the leg… where Arizona was grazed in the head and fell off the pier… this was the final standoff. The memory of the moment was flashing through her mind and she did not realize Dmitry had spoken to her.

"Put down the bag!" he yelled.

The brunette quickly slipped the bag off her shoulder and it hit the wooden dock with a thud. Callie noticed a single metal chair was setup a few yards ahead of her. It was worn and dirty; definitely not there before.

"Have a seat, Sergeant," he spoke with mock politeness.

The sound of his voice made Callie's stomach turn. Her mind began to ask questions. Why was this happening to her? Why did Vladimir Petrov have to come to her city? She was only doing her job and look where it landed her. Maybe her parents were right. Being a cop only caused trouble. What did she do wrong in her life for this moment to come to be? She said her prayers. She tried to follow a decent life. Why?

Callie slowly lowered herself in the cool metal chair. Moments later, Dmitry circled to the front of her and stood a good three feet away. The smug smile on his face was sickening. He had his arms crossed, tapping the barrel of the gun against his chin.

"Let's do this right, shall we?" The brunette looked up at him with a menacing glare. Dmitry pointed the weapon at her chest. "Now… as you should recall, you shot my brother in the leg. Correct?"

The muscles in Callie's jaw clenched but she did not reply.

"Do you remember?!" He shouted.

The Russian's raised voiced made Callie jump slightly and she finally nodded her head. Dmitry lowered the aim of his gun and pointed the weapon at one of the brunette's legs.

"Do you remember which leg?" he taunted.

Callie's chest tightened as she watched Dmitry's gun slowly aim back and forth between her right and left knee. As if he were playing Ini Mini Miny Mo. "No…" she mumbled.

"No?" Dmitry questioned.

The brunette pierced her lips together. Her face was in a snarl. She was tired of this man's games.

"I think I can help you remember." Suddenly, Dmitry squeezed the trigger and fired a shot into her left kneecap.

"Ah! Fuck!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her hands automatically flew to the stinging bullet hole, applying presser. Blood began to pour out of the wound, trickling around her fingers.

"You remember now?" Dmitry calmly asked over Callie's groans of pain.

The Latina took quick gasping breaths and grit her teeth together as she tried to power through the fire, knife-stabbing pain. "Errgh! Fucker…" she growled, rocking her body back and forth. The brunette had been shot before, but it felt nothing like this. The pain seemed to be ten times worse.

Dmitry walked back behind Callie as the brunette was distracted by her wound. Without warning, a cloth was forced over her nose and mouth. She attempted to struggle but as soon as she smelled the familiar sweet scent, she knew she did not stand a chance. Chloroform. Her body went limp and then… darkness.


By the time Arizona arrived at the cargo container yard, it was dusk. The sky was a mixture of peach, purple, and blue as the sun was slowly creeping away. She pulled up next to another vehicle, she presumed was Dmitry's, and climbed out of the car. Gun in hand, she headed towards the only spot she knew Dmitry would take Callie. Her heart was pounding in her ears as she weaved through the towers of cargo containers. She finally reached the familiar clearing and spotted a figure sitting in a chair. Callie!

The blonde rushed towards her partner. Dmitry was nowhere in sight and she did not care at the moment. As she got closer, she realized Callie was tied to the chair with rope and her head was slouched to the side. When she came around to the front of Callie her heart sink and terror fill her soul. The brunette's mouth was duck taped and her eyes were closed. She was unconscious. The most horrifying sight was the bomb strapped to the brunette's chest. Arizona knew that amount of C-4 could take out an entire city block. She then noticed the bloody bullet hole in Callie's left knee. Blood had trickled down the brunette's leg and formed a small puddle around Callie's foot.

Arizona quickly holstered her weapon and carefully removed the tape from the brunette's mouth. "Callie…" she breathed, trying to wake the Latina. The brunette was unresponsive as head leaned limply in Arizona's hands. "Baby, what did he do to you…" Tears gathered in Arizona's eyes. She had never seen Callie so helpless. She had to get her out of here. Arizona's hands went to untie the ropes.

"I wouldn't do that, Sergeant Robbins," a creepy voice taunted.

The blonde spun around and saw Dmitry step from behind a container. A gun aimed her way. A fire burned in Arizona's blue eyes and she saw the man that made her and Callie's life a living hell.

"You're just in time for our last game," he menacingly grinned, approaching the blonde.

"Well, I'm here. Just like you asked... what the hell do you want now?"

Dmitry chuckled. "Put your gun on the ground and kick it towards me." Arizona reached to un-holster her weapon. "Don't try anything cute," he sharply warned.

Arizona carefully lowered her weapon to the ground and kicked it over to Dmitry.

"Good girl." Keeping his eyes and gun trained on the blonde, he picked up her weapon and tossed it over the containers, out of sight.

"As you can see, I have quite the setup on your girlfriend there."

Arizona glanced down at Callie who was still unconscious. She then looked at the man before her. "Dmitry… you don't have to do this."

"Oh, but I do. We're going to finish this here. Now, shut up and listen. You see those two wires sticking out of the bomb… one yellow, one black?" Arizona carefully looked down and nodded affirmatively. "Good. I have a pair of wire cutters under the chair. Get them."

The blonde's heart began to pound as she bent down and retrieved the pair of wire cutters. She slowly stood back up to her feet, dreading her next instructions.

"Now… I want you to cut one of those wires. One will deactivate the bomb, the other sets it off. You choose right, you live. You choose wrong... boom," he shrugged with nonchalance.

Arizona heart clenched at Dmitry's words. "I... you're crazy. You won't just be killing us but killing yourself as well."

"You think I don't know that!" He yelled. "My brother was my life and I can't stand a world without Vlad any longer. We were inseparable… he was who I turned to… and she ruined that!" Arizona glanced at Callie and then back at Dmitry. Rage was in his eyes. "But it's okay now… you know why?"

Arizona silently shook her head.

"I will be able to see my brother again… and so will you."

Arizona's body stiffened and she pinned Dmitry with a cold, menacing glare.

"Yes… I know about your brother, Sergeant Robbins. Tim was it?"

"Shut-up…"

"You two were close, no? Until one day he was taken from you. Shot point blank in the chest three times…"

"Shut-up!" Arizona shouted.

"…and died instantly," Dmitry finished with a smirk.

Arizona felt as though a personal part of herself had been exposed and violated. How dare this man speak of Tim.

"You lost your brother… I lost mine… we have a connection..."

"We have nothing," the blonde spat in disgust.

Dmitry laughed heartily.

Suddenly, the sound of someone moaning grabbed Arizona's attention. She looked over and saw that the brunette was coming around. "Callie…" Arizona knelt down in front of the Latina. "It's okay, I'm here."

In her haziness, Callie vaguely heard Arizona's voice and instantly felt safe. She thought her nightmare was over. She thought Arizona and the task force had found her and they had captured or better yet, killed Dmitry. But when she tried to move her arms and couldn't, she realized something was wrong. Her eyes came into focus as she took in her surroundings. She was still at the cargo yard near the pier. It was darker outside but it was definitely the cargo yard. Her heart sank and filled with dread. The throbbing in her knee returned. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her cheek. Thinking it was Dmitry, she shrank back.

"Callie, it's me. It's okay."

The brunette's focus finally cleared she saw blue eyes and Arizona's lovely face. "You're here..." she breathed.

"I'm here…"

The small smile on Callie's face faded when she looked down and saw what was strapped to her body. "Oh, my god… Oh, my God!" She shrieked. "Get this off me!" Callie began to violently struggle but Arizona held fast to her shoulders.

"Callie! Callie, stop! Calm down!" Hearing the blonde's words filter through her panicked mind, Callie settled down and stopped struggling. "I'm here with you," Arizona reassured, brushing back the Latina's hair from her face. "I'm not going anywhere. You hear me?"

Callie looked into serious blue eyes and nodded.

Just then, Dmitry's conniving laugh sounded behind her. "Now, now Sergeant Torres, we're just playing a game. Sergeant Robbins?" Arizona met his gaze. "Explain the game to your girlfriend, won't you?"

Arizona's eyes shifted from Dmitry to Callie. Those dark brown eyes that she loved were full of fear and confusion.

"Callie…" Arizona carefully began. She exhaled a heavy breath. "He… he wants me to choose…"

The brunette frowned. "Choose? Choose what?" She asked shakily.

Arizona licked her suddenly dry lips and tried to stop her body from shaking uncontrollably. "To… cut one of the wires," Arizona pointed to the yellow and black wires connected to the bomb.

Callie looked down and then shook her head in disbelief. "No…" She looked into Arizona's eyes, pleading. "No…" she breathed.

Arizona's face held a mixture of terror and empathy. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "I'm sorry…" the blonde choked out.

"Stop wasting time and choose!" Dmitry shouted. They both cringed at the sound of the man's voice. "Choose!"

"Okay!" Arizona screamed back angrily. She slowly held the wire cutters up and moved them towards the device attached to Callie.

The brunette's body was trembling. Arizona placed a comforting hand on Callie's and looked up. A tear streamed down the brunette's face as they looked into each other's eyes. It was a look of desperation, love, sadness… finality. This was it. But at the same time there was a small comfort there. If they were going to die like this, at least they were going together.

Arizona gently cupped the brunette's cheek and smiled sadly. "I love you, Calliope…" she breathed.

Callie let out a shuddering breath, mirroring Arizona's expression. "I love you too…"

On impulse the blonde leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Callie's lips. The brunette kissed her back as more tears escaped from her eyes. It was brief but held all the meaning and love they wanted to express.

"This is all very touching but I'm losing my patience." Dmitry stepped closer and cocked his handgun.

Arizona's hands were violently shaking now as she raised the cutters towards the two wires. Callie found it difficult to breath, feeling as though she would hyperventilate. Her eyes never left Arizona. The blonde looked at her.

"I'm going for the yellow, kay?" Arizona whispered.

Callie shook her head. "No…"

"What?"

"Black," she replied in a hushed whisper.

"Black? I figured since yellow is a neutral color…"

"He's not a neutral person…" Callie whispered back.

Arizona looked into Callie's eyes and gave a sharp nod. "Right…" She shifted the cutters so they were now around the black wire.

Dmitry came over and stood next to Arizona's crotched form. "You've made your decision?"

"Yes…" the blonde bitterly responded, not looking up. Neither she nor Callie wanted Dmitry to be the last person they see on Earth.

"Good…" Dmitry placed the barrel of the gun against Arizona's head. "I give the count. You cut on the count of three or I shoot. Understand?"

Arizona's heart was thundering in her chest. "Yes…"

Callie's breath was coming out in short and quick exhales. She had never been so terrified in her life.

"One…"

Arizona readied her trembling hand.

"Two…"

Callie and Arizona locked their gaze on one another; tears shimmering in their eyes.

"Three…"

Arizona held her breath and cut the black wire in one snip.


A/N: I know… but I live for the CLIFFHANGER. It's my middle name! What did you think?