Thanks to my wonderful betas: Scronkidile and Elodealeaf

Sorry it's late! Life has been crazy

They caught up to the others in the parking garage. It was pretty dark inside the garage; some of the lights flickered overhead and the concrete seem to trap in the cold. The sound of rain bounced off the walls. Of course it was raining on a day like today. Calliope was exhausted.

La Femme was walking slowly towards the car they had come in. Cristina and Meredith were walking ahead arguing over something, gesturing with their weapons. Calliope chuckled, it looked like they were comparing guns. Arizona was lagging behind slightly, tired. She was talking softly to Teddy and Mark, who had his arm around her shoulders. He had tucked her into his side and she was leaning into him as they walking. Their words bounced back to Calliope and Addison. Mark was going on about Coq Au Vin and Teddy was listing all the alcohol she had back at her apartment. Calliope was glad that they seemed to have bonded; Mark was a pretty decent guy. So was Alex. Calliope smiled; maybe this would be a new start. Maybe they could relax now.

"Hey!" She called out to get their attention. La Femme turned around and waited for them to catch up. Calliope looked at Arizona who was clutching her jacket shut with one hand and a gun with the other. Mark must have given her the spare when they left. That was good; if anything happened, she could defend herself. Arizona looked kind of hot like that, half naked and holding a gun. This could be a thing, Calliope thought, this could really happen. She noticed that Arizona was frowning. She jogged up to her. "Hey, you ok?"

Arizona nodded, keeping her eyes on the ground. "Yeah, um, I'm just tired." She finally met Calliope's eyes. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah, of course." Calliope reach up to brush Arizona's hair out of her face, but Arizona flinched away.

"Would you have run me out of town?"

Calliope sighed and lowered her hand. "Arizona…"

"No!" She crossed her arms, clasping the gun tightly. "Would you have?"

"I don't know. I'm just glad that we didn't have to find out."

"Calliope, I moved in with you. I don't want to constantly be afraid that you're going to dump me over something and I'll be out on the street."

"Arizona, I would never!"

Arizona met her eyes. Lightening flashed through the garage, when it faded the space seemed darker. "But you might."

Calliope watched as first Mark backed away and then everyone else. "Arizona did Derek say something?"

"What if he did? He was right about Erica."

"Arizona, you can't listen to him!"

Thunder boomed against the concrete. Arizona pushed her hair back against, yelling to be heard over the storm.

"Callie, what if I hadn't fought to save Alex? What if I hadn't made it back to 502 in an hour? What if we hadn't argued?" She closed her eyes. "What if I hadn't been dominant enough?"

Callie held her arms out. "I don't know."

"I want an answer!" She looked around at the other members of La Femme. They'd all walked away to give them some space. "I need to know what I am to you. I need to know that you won't toss me aside." She tightened her grip on the jacket as the wind tried to pry it open.

Callie stood there helplessly. "Arizona." She rubbed her face. "I don't plan on tossing you aside. I really like you and I mean, we're girlfriends, so why – "

"Are we?"

"Are we what?"

"Girlfriends. Am I your girlfriend?"

Callie smiled. "Yes. Of course."

Lightening lit up her face as Arizona smiled slightly. Her arms dropped to her side. "I want to be happy about that. I really do, but…

Callie frowned. "But what?"

"I just," Arizona shifted her weight, waiting for a clap of thunder to end. "I have another question."

"What is it?" The rain blew through the structure, but neither woman moved to avoid it.

"What did The Sergeant look like?"

Calliope crossed her arms. "Why do you want to know about him?"

Arizona shook her head. "It's about what Derek said. Answer the question."

"What did Derek say?"

"What did The Sergeant look like?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

Arizona put her hand on her hip. "Just answer the question!"

Calliope sighed. "Um, he was about six foot two, sandy blonde hair, tattoo of a tree house on his arm."

Arizona growled. "Fuck!"

"What?" Calliope threw her arms up. "What is wrong?"

Arizona sighed. "The Sergeant was my brother!" she yelled over the storm. The rain had picked up, pouring through the structure and drenching the women.

The sound of guns being raised and cocked echoed off the walls of the garage. A flash of lightening glinted off the guns now pointed at Arizona. She shivered in the cold as she swung her gun up and aimed for Calliope.

Calliope was just standing there, arms hanging limply at her sides. "Your brother?"

"I came to Seattle to find his killer. I've been searching for years to find out who it was. I finally did." Her hand trembled on the gun; the other clutched the jacket closed. "You killed my brother 11 years ago. I've always sworn that if I met his killer, I'd kill them, but it was you." She took a shaky breath, her hair wet and sticking to her neck. "Fuck, Calliope, I just want to love you, but you make it so god damn hard!"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about everything!" She adjusted her grip on the gun, her eyes flicking around the garage. She had her back to the entrance, but she'd be dead before she made it out. "I'm talking about the fact that you're such a fucking contradiction! You were raised into the mob, but you're such a good person. You recruit children, but you save them from poverty and crime. You care more about Addison's happiness than your own, but you're still so jealous of Mark. You cried at Bailey's death, but the next day you were back to work. You abduct be and force me to watch a torture, but it only makes me more interested." Arizona wiped her eyes, her jacket falling open as she let go. "You killed Tim, but I don't know if I can kill you!" Lightening flashed again.

Calliope raised her hands and slowly took a step towards Arizona.

"Stay back!"

Calliope stopped. "Arizona, please. Put the gun down and we'll talk!"

"I can't! I have a responsibility to my family! I couldn't save my brother, but I can do this!"

"Arizona, you're tired. You've had a very stressful month."

"Don't talk down to me! I am Arizona Robbins, M. D. I am a battleship!"

Calliope gritted her teeth and waited for the clap of thunder to be done. "Arizona, your brother was not the man you think he was." Arizona just looked at her, so she continued. "I told you about what he did. He shot me while I was pregnant. He killed my husband. He helped Owen kill Cristina's father and Teddy's best friend. Your brother was a monster."

Arizona shook her head. "No! It was the war. He was a great man!" Tears rolled down her face. "Calliope, I can't! I promised him at his funeral that I would kill the person who shot him, but I can't kill you! I need to do this! This is my purpose!"

Calliope watched as she lowered her gun, lightening showing the tears on her face. "Hey, you'll find a new purpose! You can lead La Femme with me!"

Arizona laughed and wiped her nose with her sleeve. "What If I can't?"

Calliope smiled. "Hey, don't say that! I know you can. You'll honor your brother's memory that way. Help me be better. L'Homme is gone! We can re-make Seattle in our image."

Arizona nodded and shrugged. "I could try." La Femme slowly lowered their guns, thunder echoed through the garage. It was almost painfully loud, but they kept their eyes focused on Arizona. "I still hate you a little bit, just so you know. I'm going to try though. Maybe I'll take up kickboxing. We could do it together?"

The sound of a gunshot echoed off the walls, louder than the storm. Calliope dropped to the ground and Arizona stared at her in shock.

"I didn't shoot her," Arizona said to herself, "It wasn't me."

"It was me."

La Femme looked up from Calliope's body past Arizona. She watched as their faces paled. She spun around, almost slipping on the water that covered the floor. She pulled her hair off of her face, staring in shock at the woman holding the gun. She was a tall, blonde woman in a business suit. She held a silver gun in one hand, her other resting in her pocket. She looked casual. The lightening flashed across her face; the shadows it created made the woman look downright predatory.

"You must be Arizona." The woman laughed. "I guess you could say Callie has a type."

Arizona frowned. "Who are you?"

"That's Erica Hahn." Addison had moved to Arizona's left, her gun clasped between her hands. She wrapped a hand around Arizona's arm as she noticed her trembling.

Arizona's voice dropped to a whisper, barely audible over the storm. "You're Erica?"

"Yup," A smug smile crossed her face as the thunder boomed. "Did you picture me differently?"

Arizona scowled, a new set on tears falling down her face. "Why did you kill Calliope?"

Erica shrugged and took a few meandering steps forward, kicking up water with her heels. Her bodyguards stayed in their spots, unaffected by the freezing rain. "The same reason you wanted to. Well, sort of. She took something from me."

Cristina spoke over the storm. "She didn't take anything from you."

"YES, SHE DID!" Erica's face turned red, a vein in her forehead standing out. "Calliope humiliated me! I am not weak and I will be damned if some young upstart makes a fool out of me. She took my dignity."

Addison stepped forward, her arm stretched behind her, still holding onto Arizona. "How big was your part in this whole thing?"

"Big. Huge." Erica laughed as a gust of wind crashed through. "I started this whole thing. I shot Webber, I convince Derek to start a war. I had Bailey killed. It was all me."

Arizona shivered in the storm. She wrapped an arm around her middle, the jacket doing little to keep her warm. She shifted her feet as they started to tense up from the cold water on the ground. "But why?"

"Revenge!" Erica cocked her gun, but kept it pointed down. "Calliope thought she could just replace me! She thought I was some random woman, totally expendable. But I'm not! I killed Callie; I accomplished what I set out to do, which is more than I can say for you."

There was silence in the garage for a moment. It was broken by the loudest thunderclap yet. Arizona didn't flinch as the puddles beneath her shook. La Femme glanced between Erica and Arizona, waiting to see what happened.

Arizona stepped forward, the sound of her bare feet slapping the wet concrete echoing off the walls. "I failed because for the first time in my life, I'm trying not to be ruled by hate. The problem with my new philosophy is that I'm really starting to hate you. You killed Calliope."

Lightening flashed. Four loud shots went off, killing Erica's guards. Their bodies hit the ground, water splashing around them. A burst of red rushed through the water. Arizona watched as the bodyguards' blood spread out into the garage. La Femme rushed forward as the thunder crashed.

Addison started dragging Arizona toward the car. "Come on, they'll tie her up. We'll grab the stuff."

Arizona stumbled over her feet as she looked over her shoulder towards the group. "What stuff?"

Addison just laughed. "Torture stuff."

Arizona whipped her head around to look at her and Addison caught her as she slipped. "We're hurting her for killing Calliope. Good."

Addison glanced down at her and smiled slightly. "Yes, we are. We'll get you some clothes, too."

"Oh, thank god."

They stopped behind the truck and Addison lifted the trunk door open. "Climb in; there are some spare clothes in the duffel bag."

Arizona got into the trunk and started yanking on clothing. Erica had killed Calliope. They'd just made peace, sort of, and then Erica shot her. Arizona blinked back tears as she pulled a shirt over her head. She and Calliope were going to make a life. Callie was going to help her get over her brother. Erica had ruined that. Arizona jumped out of the truck and started marching back towards the group. She heard the trunk door slam behind her and Addison trot to catch up.

"Hey, why the rush?" Addison asked, as the lightening flashed again.

"I'm going to destroy her." Arizona had her eyes locked on Erica and didn't notice the look La Femme was sending her. She stopped a few feet in front of Erica who, to her credit, didn't quite look scared yet. Arizona checked out her bonds; she'd been tied to a concrete pillar, her arms stretched behind her and a rope around her middle.

She looked over her shoulder at La Femme. They had armed themselves. Teddy held the scalpel, Addison was gripping her bat, Cristina targeted Erica with a gun, Meredith rifled through the bag and Mark just hung back, his arms crossed. Arizona nodded and looked at Erica, her gaze hard.

She held her hand out. "Scalpel."

"Um, no."

Arizona turned to Addison, disbelievingly, as the thunder boomed through the parking garage. A car alarm blared a few stories up.

"Why should I listen to you? Technically, I'm now in charge of La Femme and you're the newest member." Addison gazed evenly at her, unflinching.

"Are you serious?"

"Arizona, you seem to think that you've inherited La Femme, but you haven't. We all love Calliope as much as you do, more probably considering you were thinking about killing her a few minutes ago. Why should you be the one to get revenge on Erica?"

Arizona stalked over to her and glared up into her face. The wind wiped her hair around and gave her Goosebumps. She looked up at Addison for a moment. "I'll let you break her knees."

Addison smiled. "Now we're talking." She swung the bat onto her shoulders. "Lead the way."

Arizona nodded. "Ok, good." She held her hand out towards Teddy. "Scalpel."

Teddy grinned and slapped it into her hand. Arizona looked it over as she turned back to Erica. Erica looked slightly unsure of whether or not to take Arizona seriously. La Femme was backing her, but she was still new. Their eyes met. The lightening flashed off of Arizona's scalpel and shinned in her eyes.

Arizona gestured toward the ropes around Erica's waist. "Will those hold her up?"

Meredith answered her. "Yeah, they'll bear her weight."

"Awesome!" She looked back at Addison. "Break her knees."

"You got it, boss." Addison walked slowly towards Erica, dragging her bat along the floor. Erica watched Addison with blatant terror, listening to the slow scrap of metal on concrete.

"This is insane!" She looked around the group. "You're going to torture me! That's…That's inhumane!"

Meredith dropped the bag, the iron tools inside clattering on the ground. "Killing people is inhumane, too."

"Yeah, but…they all died quickly! Painlessly!"

"SHUT UP!" Arizona pulled a handkerchief out of her pants pocket and shoved it into Erica's mouth. "You have no right to talk about any one of us." She backed up, basking in the terrified look in Erica's eyes.

Addison stopped on Erica's left. She bent her legs a little, lining up her metal bat with Erica's knee. She looked at Arizona who nodded grimly. Addison swung the bat, crushing Erica's knee. Her screams were muffled through the gag, but the sound of her knees shattering echoed off the garage walls.

Addison slowly stalked around Erica, watching her squirm as her cries melded with the thunder. Addison shifted into a batting stance on Erica's right. Erica's repeated "please, please, please" was almost inaudible, but Addison smiled in malicious satisfaction. She looked at Arizona again, waiting for the signal. Arizona hesitated for a moment before nodding again. Addison swung and smashed Erica's knee against the concrete pillar. The lightening revealed the blood trickling down Erica's knees and mixing with the dirty rain water.

Addison backed away from Erica and stopped next to Arizona. They watched Erica cry for a moment. She was sagging down; the only thing keeping her off the ground was the rope around her middle. Thunder reverberated off the walls as Arizona decided what to do next. She looked down; there were no shoes in the car. The bloody water pooled around her feet, moving as the wind blew. She squeezed the scalpel in her fist. In for a penny, in for a pound.

Arizona walked forward, her wet clothing sticking to her skin. She raised her hand, watching the scalpel glint in the lightening. She swallowed hard. This was the woman who had killed Calliope. She had made her doubt Arizona. This woman had hurt Calliope so badly that she'd run her out of town. Arizona met Erica's eyes, unmoved by her tears or whimpers.

"This is for Calliope."

She shoved the scalpel into Erica's diaphragm, yanking it upwards. She grunted from the effort, her grip slipping in the blood. She looked into Erica's eyes as she gave one final push towards her heart. This bitch had ruined everything. Arizona felt a sense of happiness as she watched Erica die; at least she was avenging one death. The life slowly drained out of Erica and Arizona stayed close until she couldn't feel her breath anymore.

Arizona stumbled backwards, leaving the scalpel in Erica's corpse. She raised her hands, feeling the blood drip down then. Staring at her hands, she felt her legs give out. She had murdered someone and it had felt good. It had felt powerful. Addison caught Arizona before she hit the ground.

"Hey, you did good." She helped Arizona stand. "You're a pretty decent mob boss."

Arizona laughed, mirthlessly. She wiped rain out of her eyes as thunder boomed. Realizing that all she was actually doing was putting blood on her face, she yanked her hand down. She looked around the group; everyone was looking at her. Teddy looked proud, Cristina and Meredith looked impressed. Mark looked thoughtful, like he was seeing her in a new light.

Addison reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. "Here, wipe your hands."

Arizona took it, but noticed something in the corner. AR had been embroidered in the corner. It looked like the handkerchief Calliope had used, but cleaner. Arizona looked at Addison, who was smiling.

"Welcome to the Gang."

Arizona smiled slightly. "It would have been better with Calliope."

Cristina laughed. "Calliope's fine."

Arizona stared at her. "WHAT?"

A groan sounded from across the garage. Arizona barely heard it over the thunder, but it was there. She ran across the space, slipping on the water. She fell down next to Calliope. The lightening flashed as Calliope rolled over. She ran her hands down her shirt and pulled it up, revealing a vest. She pulled the bullet out of the material. Holding it close to her face, she squinted at it before throwing it aside.

"Getting shot is the worst."

Arizona gasped and threw her arms around Calliope's shoulders. She bawled into her neck. Calliope wrapped her arms around her.

"Hey, it's ok. What's wrong?"

Arizona sat up. "I thought you were dead!"

Calliope frowned. " What?" She looked at Addison. "What happened?"

"You passed out. Arizona killed Erica, it was pretty great. Totally handkerchief worthy."

Calliope smiled up at Arizona. "Hey! Welcome to the Gang!"

Ok, Guys! There's only one more chapter! Thanks for sticking around :D