Thanks to my wonderful betas: Scronkidile and Elodealeaf

Arizona knocked on the door a little less than an hour later. She looked at Alex, he'd grown really pale, his lips turning blue.

The door opened. Cristina stood in the entrance, calmly eating a slice of pizza. She opened the door wider when she saw who it was. Arizona stumbled in, almost falling under the weight of Alex's body as she tried to keep the bag on her shoulder. Teddy rushed over to help.

"Whoa, he looks heavy." She put his other arm over her shoulder and helped Arizona carry him over to the dining room table. "I thought you were going to patch him up."

"No tools," Arizona panted, "We stopped by the warehouse first so I could grab some supplies, but then we had to get back here."

"Hold on," Calliope spoke up, "take off the tablecloth first. I don't need another one ruined." Arizona gritted her teeth in anger.

Sloan came up behind them. "I'll take him." He took Arizona's spot under Karev's arm so she could grab the tablecloth. Once she'd yanked it off, he lifted Alex onto the table. Arizona looked around for a moment as she opened the bag on the table.

"I need a hat stand or something." She saw Addison stand up and go into the bed room. "And can I get a rag?"

Addison walked back into the living room with both items. She put the stand next to Karev's head and handed Arizona the rag before returning to her seat. Arizona took out one of the bags of blood she'd taken from the warehouse and hung it on the hat stand. She put in Alex's I.V. as Teddy started working on his finger.

"Teddy," Calliope spoke again, "don't help her." Arizona paused in attaching Alex's I.V. to the blood bag. She turned to look at her. Calliope sat in her armchair, her legs crossed, still in her suit. She held a wine glass in one hand, her chin resting in the other. She looked like the definition of smug indifference. Everyone else seemed to have returned to normal, but Calliope still seemed angry.

Arizona just scoffed as Teddy finished her knot and went over to the couch. Arizona pulled out her stitching supplies, focusing on Alex's chest. As she stitched him up, she felt her anger growing. It was over; Calliope had gotten the information she wanted, why was she still acting like this? Arizona understood her attitude earlier; well, she understood the need for her attitude earlier anyway. She shook her head as she tied off the stitch.

She looked at Alex for a moment before nodding and turning around. "Calliope, could I speak with you for a moment?"

Meredith and Cristina shared a look before laughing quietly. Addison just picked up another piece of pizza and shook her head. Calliope looked at her for a moment before standing, setting her wine glass on the coffee table. She led the way into the bed room, waiting for Arizona to enter before shutting the door.

Arizona kept her back to Calliope for a moment, collecting her thoughts. She turned around to see Calliope coolly leaning against the door, her arms crossed.

"Can you explain to me what happened today? In the past 2 hours?"

Calliope just shrugged.

"Oh don't give me that." Arizona took a step forward her fists clenched. "You are not the person I thought you were."

Calliope pursed her lips and sighed. "I lead a Mafia, Arizona. Who did you think I was?"

Arizona looked at her helplessly. "I've only known you for a week and a half, I know that, but today is the first time that I've been scared of you. You were so nice and awkward before, what changed?"

Calliope rolled her eyes. "I told you the first day you stayed with me. When I'm not doing mob business I'm Callie, when I'm working I'm Calliope. You're the one who refused to see the difference. Besides, I remember how upset you were the first day you met me and found out we recruit children."

Arizona just shook her head. "You can't be two people."

"Maybe I'm not two people, but tell me: Do you act the same in the OR as you do in my apartment?"

"No, but-"

"No 'buts'." Calliope held up her hand. "It's the same thing. I mean, sure it isn't just watching my language in the office, but the same principle applies. There is a way to act at home and a way to act at work. When the war was young, things were still good. I didn't have to be 'working' constantly, but now?" She shrugged again. "Now, the war is real."

Arizona gritted her teeth. "This is unacceptable."

Calliope's eyes hardened as she pushed off from the door. She tucked her hands into her pocket, her expression guarded. "If you can't learn to accept it, then you can leave."

"I can't leave. I'm too afraid you'd kill Alex once I was gone."

They gazed at each other, in a silent stand-off. They were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"What?"

Addison's voice came through the door. "Tuck is here."

Calliope broke eye contact and turned around, opening the door. Arizona watched her walk into the living room before following. Tuck stood at the door, holding April's hand. He looked solemn and serious. It was obvious he knew that his mother was gone, but he was trying desperately to keep himself together.

Calliope squatted down in front of him and gave him a kind smile. "Hey, Tuck, how are you holding up?"

"I'm fine." He took his hand from April's and went over to sit next to Teddy. "Can I have a piece of pizza?"

Teddy smiled at him. "Of course." She opened the book and handed him a slice before looking at Calliope. 'I'll watch him," she mouthed.

Calliope nodded before straightening up. She gestured to Meredith and Cristina, turning towards the bedroom. As they entered, she looked back at Arizona for a moment before shutting the door.

Arizona just sighed and looked around. Addison was watching her appraisingly. Arizona briefly debated talking to her before turning and heading over to Karev. A sheet had been set up around the table; someone must have done that for Tuck. She pushed it open and stepped through.

"Hey, Doc, how do I look?"

"Like death warmed over." She smiled down at him, glad he was awake. "You're still kind of pale, but you look better. A little blood was just what the doctor ordered."

Karev laughed weakly. "Did I hear the kid come in?"

She nodded. "Yeah, we got him."

"Good. It's one thing to hurt grown-ups, but kids are off limits."

"I'm just wondering what this means to Derek. How is he supposed to get even if he has no bartering chips?"

Alex just patted her arm. "So new, so naïve."

Arizona looked around as she walked into the church. Bailey's funeral was beautiful. Large, white flowers surrounded her casket and stood in pots at the ends of each pew. There was a large picture of Bailey on a stand. She looked beautiful. Arizona took a shaky breath before looking for Calliope. She hated funerals. There were just too many people in her life that had died and now she had made friends with people whose lives were always in danger.

Calliope had been really distant the past couple of days. It'd been 3 days since Bailey's death and two since Arizona had watched Calliope torture Alex. Even though Calliope had slept in bed with her for the last 2 nights, she had stayed as far away as she possibly could and not fall off. She'd hoped that things would return to normal after they'd saved Tuck, but it'd only gotten weirder. Teddy had taken him to live with her, so he wasn't even there to distract them.

Arizona sighed and pushed her hair out of her face. This was ridiculous. She shouldn't even be a part of this. She had a job and a life and she just really liked Calliope. The whole mob boss rage thing was…kind of hot and it wasn't like Calliope started it. It was just who she was.

Arizona finally spotted Calliope in the front of the church. She was standing in front of the stained glass window, gazing up the image of the Virgin Mary, bathed in the multicolored light. She was wearing a dark dress that hugged her body tightly and the flowed down. Her hair curled down her back, shining in the light. At Arizona's gasp, she turned around meeting her eyes from across the room. Arizona watched as she smiled slightly. Their eye contact broke as Teddy grabbed Arizona's arm.

"Hey, come on. We're about to start." Teddy pulled Arizona down the aisle toward Calliope. Arizona smiled as she realized that under different circumstances, this would be a perfect church for a wedding. The blush on Calliope's face suggested that she was thinking the same thing.

Addison waved them over to the right side of the stage. "Hey, why don't you guys sit down with Tuck and Kepner? Calliope is going to speak and then we'll have the reception."

Teddy and Arizona walked over and sat in the front row. Teddy pulled Tuck onto her lap, smoothing down his tie.

Finally, everyone had taken their seats. Arizona was surprised at how many people were attending. All of La Femme was there. Arizona guessed there were at least 300 people, most of them young women and most of them crying.

Calliope cleared her throat from the stage. She was standing awkwardly, holding a few note cards. She nervously looked around the room, eyes hopping from person to person as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. She swallowed before stepping up to the microphone.

"Uh, hi everyone. Thanks for coming." Her eyes darted around the room before landing on Arizona. Arizona smiled and waved. Calliope swallowed again and nodded. "This is a sad day. Miranda Bailey was a mother to so many of us. I've known her since I was born. She taught me how to shoot and how to cook." Callie looked down at her cards. "I, uh, had a whole speech written. Actually, I had Addison write a speech because every time I tried, I got teary eyed and couldn't say anything." She looked up over everyone's head. "Bailey was good people. She was kind and smart and stubborn. I always wondered why my father never put her in charge and I know that she wondered the same thing sometimes, but she was always supportive." She laughed softly. "I remember in middle school, I was having trouble in class, like I couldn't figure out my homework, and Bailey taught me algebra. This five-foot-nothing woman, who killed more people than I'll ever know, sat down with me every night and helped me with my math homework."

Calliope wiped her eyes, trying to keep herself from crying. She stared at her cards, eyes glazing over before just shaking her head and continuing.

"Miranda Bailey can never be replaced or forgotten. She is a hero. Thank you."

The reception was held in the church's ballroom. The black and silver balloons sparkled in the light. Arizona watched the guests mingle, feeling out of place. She leaned against the wall, hidden away in a corner. As she sipped her champagne, she watched Calliope walk over. Was she actually going to speak to her?

Calliope stopped in front of Arizona, looking gorgeous. At some point, she'd fixed her make-up and now looked as poised as ever. Calliope sighed before stepping closer and leaning against the wall next to Arizona.

"My earliest memory is of my father. He took me along to a…an interrogation for the first time when I was seven. I remember crying as he beat this boy's head in, but afterward, he bought me ice cream. That's how it went. I would watch him hurt people and then he'd buy me ice cream and slowly, I stopped crying. When I was 13 or 14, I decided I didn't want this life. I would threaten to call the police or I would refuse to leave the house and he would just look at me and say 'Mija, I just want you to have a good life. I'm making a good world for you.'" Calliope stopped and just looked at Arizona. "Do you understand?"

Arizona opened her mouth to speak, but decided against it. She shook her head.

Calliope ran her hand through her hair, looking out at the women who were her family. "I've never known anything else. You…you're an outsider. You've had a fairly normal life. I haven't. Whatever standards you're judging me by, you have to stop. I'm not an evil person doing bad things for bad reasons. I'm just trying to make a better world for my family. Everyone who is in this room has had a hard life. They were broken and in need of someone to be on their side." She looked at Arizona, her gaze flicking from eye to eye. "I don't want to offend you, but you're in this room, too."

The door shut softly behind Calliope and Arizona, the sound of Calliope's keys hitting the table loud in the silence. Arizona just stood in the living room for a second before yawning and wiping her eyes.

"Ok, I'm going to sleep." She headed into the bedroom, Calliope following her. Arizona pushed the door open, holding it open for Calliope. As Calliope passed, her hand ran across Arizona's back, her nails scraping the zipper. Arizona's breath hitched.

"You know," Callie said, turning around, "we don't have to just sleep." She smiled and pushed the hair out of her face.

Arizona's eyebrows rose. Calliope wanted to have sex with her? After all the shit that she'd pulled? She frowned.

"Really? Really?" Arizona took her shoes off, grunting as her feet hit the floor. "You're really going to try that?"

Callie shrugged and reached for her zipper. "Figured it was worth a shot."

Arizona walked closer to her, scrapping her nails down Callie's stomach. Suddenly, she pushed her fingers into Callie's side, right where her wound was.

"Ow! What the fuck?"

"I am not your toy!" Arizona took a step back, unzipping her own dress. "You can't just expect me to come when you call."

Callie pushed her dress down, carefully stepping out of it. She thought quietly to herself as she took her dress to the closet. She looked over her shoulder at Arizona who had draped her dress over the bathroom door and was taking her earrings off. Their eyes met through the mirror and Callie chuckled.

"What?"

"I was just thinking how funny it was that you were willing to sleep with me when we were strangers and now that you've actually gotten to know me, you won't have anything to do with me."

Arizona sighed, placing her earrings on the dresser. "I still want to sleep with you, Calliope, but we're not equals right now. I'm not going to be the play thing of a mob boss and that's where we are right now. I don't have a place of my own anymore, I don't go to work anymore, and I don't have control over my life anymore. The last thing that I have is my body and I can't give that away."

Callie turned around to face her. "Do really think that? That I want to take your life away?"

Arizona slowly turned. She was only wearing her bra and underwear. Callie thought she looked so small and innocent.

"I really think that. I know that I suggested living here, but I didn't expect to see someone tortured and I didn't expect you to turn into a…" she waved her hand in the air, trying to find the word, "crazy rage monster."

"Crazy rage monster?" Callie laughed. "Arizona! I was just doing my job!"

"But you weren't! This isn't a job, Calliope! This is a life." She strode forward stopping a few feet away from Callie. "No one is paying you to hurt people or shoot people or recruit children. These are your choices."

"It's not like I can do anything else, Arizona! I'm a wanted mob boss. I'm a fucking crime lord, what else am I supposed to do?" Callie wiped her hand across her face. "I can't have this fight with you over and over again. You either accept it unconditionally or you leave."

Arizona looked at her for a moment, trying to find something to say. "Look, Calliope… I really like you. I like that you like classic scary movies and are great at cooking and manage to be awkward and scary and I like you for a lot of other reasons, too, but I can't be your trophy girl. I can't be second best. I am a strong woman and I have fought my whole life to fight against my blonde, blue-eyed adorable appearance."

Callie half-smiled. "You are pretty adorable."

"Calliope."

"Right, sorry. You are a strong woman, Arizona, but you're not exactly scary. I know that you aren't 'second best,' but you don't think you can be a mob boss, do you?"

Arizona met her eyes and stayed silent. Suddenly, she crossed the room, shoving Callie against the wall. Callie grunted as the wind was knocked out of her. Arizona crushed her mouth to Callie's, biting her lip painfully. Callie brought her arms up between them, trying to push Arizona off, but Arizona was stronger. As Arizona's foot pushed Callie's legs apart, Callie gave in. She grasped Arizona's sides, holding her close. Arizona broke the kiss, dropping her head down to run her lips across Callie's collarbones, nipping softly.

Callie pushed Arizona's head up, making eye contact. "A bite for a bite. That's the rule, just so you know."

Arizona grinned, eyes dropping to Callie's mouth before lunging forward and trapping Callie's lip between her teeth. Slowly, she bit down, and then ran her tongue along the bite. She pulled away and met Callie's eyes again. "I guess you owe me two now."

Callie pushed Arizona off away and pointed at the bed. "Lie down."

Arizona grinned and shook her head. "Oh no, Calliope, I'm in charge." She reached forward and pulled Callie towards her, backing toward the bed slowly. She turned them so Callie's back was to the bed. "Sit."

"I'm not a dog, you can't –"

"Sit." Arizona raised an eyebrow. "That's an order."

Callie frowned, but she sat down, keeping her hands on Arizona's waist.

"Good job." Arizona patted her head. When Callie opened her mouth to protest, she held her hand up. "Now, Callie, I have told you over and over that I do not like to be interrupted and yet you keep interrupting me. Take your bra off." Callie hesitated. Arizona slapped her. "Take your bra off."

Callie jumped up, but before she could do anything Arizona pushed her back down, glaring. She bent down and wrapped an arm around Callie's neck, covering her mouth with her hand. Arizona's voice lowered dangerously as she climbed onto Calliope's lap.

"I don't think you understand how this evening is going to go, Calliope." Arizona brushed her lips against Calliope's ear. She smiled when Calliope shivered. "I am going to tell you what to do and you are going to obey. If you don't, well," she nipped Calliope's ear, "I'm going to break your knees."

Calliope's eyes widened as her hands gripped the edge of the bed tightly. She was almost scared. Arizona sound like she was dead serious and Calliope didn't know enough about her to predict her moves. What did she know about Arizona other than the fact that she was raised on Army bases and had a dead brother? Nothing. She was a pediatric surgeon. Shouldn't she be nicer?

"I can hear you thinking, Calliope." Arizona laughed. "This is gonna be fun, I can tell! I bet Erica let you top, right? Well, I'm not Erica, obviously. I could be a fucking mob boss and I could fuck a mob boss." She met Calliope's eyes. "I'm not scared of you."

Calliope's eyebrow rose. Arizona rolled her eyes.

"Fine, I'm a little scared of you, but you're naked and I'm naked and- just- shut up!" Arizona pushed Calliope back, releasing her mouth and putting her hands on either shoulder. "I'm gonna hurt you, Calliope, the same way you hurt me."

"I haven't hurt you."

"You've made me fear for my life. I'm going to make you fear for yours."

Calliope watched as Arizona slid her hands from her shoulders down her chest, pushing her strapless bra down. She leaned forward and ran her lips across Calliope's chest, stopping at her breasts. Meeting Callie's eyes, she opened her mouth. Suddenly, she bit down on Calliope's nipple, holding on as her hips bucked. A growl ripped from Calliope's throat and her knuckles turned white as they clenched the sheets.

Arizona crawled backwards, standing up. "Back up. Head on the pillows."

Calliope sat up, looking down at her breast. "That rea-"

"GET ON THE BED." Arizona squeezed her hands into fists, her face stony. "I am not playing."

Calliope looked at her for a second before scooting back. She dropped back, lying on her back. Listening to Arizona moved around the room, she panicked. She'd never been on this side of things. She always topped and she always hurt. One time, her father made her slice her own palm so she'd know what being cut felt like, but she'd still been in control. Not like now. Now she was scared.

She felt something touch her leg and started to sit up. A hand landed on her chest pushing her down. Arizona appeared above her, swinging one leg over her hips. She leaned forward, her hand moving down the Callie's breast. Her other hand reached up, running a scalpel down Calliope's face.

"You know, one of the reasons I became a doctor was because of my grandfather. He was at Pearl Harbor. In Pearl Harbor." She turned the scalpel over, running the dull edge down Calliope's throat. "Yeah, he saved 19 men." Arizona smiled. "He saved 19 men before dying. It's why I'm called Arizona." She turned the blade over again, digging the tip into Calliope's collarbone. Calliope whimpered, but kept her mouth shut. Arizona giggled. "I'm glad you're learning, Calliope, I would have cut you for speaking. I mean," she shrugged, "I'm going to cut you anyway, but it's good that you're trying."

She sat back for a moment looking down at Calliope. She took a deep breath before nodding to herself. Callie smiled; she looked really cute for someone so tough.

"Why are you smiling? Is it because you know that could cut up open a hundred different ways?"

Calliope's face dropped.

"You can speak."

"No, I just thought you looked –"

"If you say cute, I will cut your tongue out."

Calliope paled. She believed her. She honest to God believed that Arizona Robbins would cut her tongue out. She shut her mouth.

"That's what I fucking thought." Arizona leaned forward until their lips brushed. "As I was saying, that's why my father named me Arizona." She sighed against Calliope's lips as she reached her arm down between them. "He was on the USS Arizona. A battleship." Arizona ran her fingers down Calliope's core, smiling when she felt how wet she was. "It's sort of weird, talking about my grandfather in bed, but it doesn't seem to be fazing you. I'm glad."

She slipped two fingers inside of Calliope, moving them slowly. They stayed like that for a moment; Arizona resting her weight on the hand holding the scalpel and touching Calliope with the other. She listened to Callie's breathing, nestling her face into Callie's neck. When Calliope started to pant, she lifted her head.

"Where do you want it?"

Calliope looked up at her, her eyes unfocused. "What?"

"The scar I have to leave, where do you want it?"

Calliope's eyes squeeze shut. "I don't…"

Arizona sped up her movements. "That's fine, I'll choose."

Callie cried out as her back arched. Arizona drew her scalpel down Calliope's bicep, leaving a three inch cut. She threw the scalpel onto the bed and leaned forward to kiss Callie. Watching her eyes slowly flicker open, she laughed as Callie registered the pain in her arm.

"Ow, fuck!" She let go of Arizona's hips, clamping her hand over the wound. "You really fucking cut me."

"Well, yeah. How else was I supposed to dominate you?"

Calliope looked at her for a second before laughing. "Ok, Battleship, I get it. You're scary and tough. Now stitch me up."