A/N: I got my cast off the other day so the updates shouldn't take that long now. Sorry if there are any mistakes, I starting to run on Empty can't wait for this weekend. Enjoy.
Sofia looks over to my father and then back to me. She wants to run up to him but doesn't want to get in trouble for it. I lightly shake my head and she takes off running towards him. They hug each other for a moment before he sets her down and she goes back to sitting in my lap.
I look at my father and give him a small head nod and he does the same. "Um, I think Sofia should hang around Derek and Meredith for a few moments. This really isn't appropriate for her ears." Owen says with a small smile.
I shake my head lightly and walk over to Meredith and Derek, "Hey guys, Owen wants to talk to our table and I guess the topic isn't appropriate for little miss Sofia here, do you guys mind looking after her for a moment?"
"Sure, not a problem" Meredith smiles and takes Sofia from my arms. I just smile as I turn around and go back to the table.
"Thanks, Arizona." Owen looks at me for a brief moment before he turns his attention to his little entourage. "You guys know our hospital attorney, Sadie."
Sadie Harris was in the medical program here at the hospital a few years ago but dropped out or got fired, depends on who told you the story. Once she left she went back to school and became a lawyer, a really damn good one too. I don't really know how or why she wanted to work for the hospital but she did, I know Owen is thankful for her return because she has saved the hospital a lot of money from lawsuits.
"Well next to Sadie is Special Agent Henry Burton, he works for the FBI in missing persons and homicide. And from what I gather he works closely with the military as well, which brings me to the man on the very end, Colonel Daniel Robbins of the U.S. Marines."
My father works for the Marines now in the Marine Corps Provost Marshal's Office, which means he is a police officer/ detective for the Marines and only the Marines.
"Missing persons? Who's missing?" Teddy asks.
"Major Katie Wilmes U.S. Marines," Henry says as he gets out a picture and passes it around the table. "She was from the Washington D.C, and was going to Georgetown University she was working on her PhD in psychology. Her dissertation was going to be on serial killers, her main focus was on the Thumbprint killer and the Organ Donor." Henry pauses for a moment, "from her notes and phone records she was talking and going to meet someone here in Seattle, only we don't know this person because they were using a burner phone and now she has disappeared without a trace."
I should be nervous that someone is trying to dig up my past, but I'm not. I'm actually quite flattered that someone has taken the time write about me. I am a little pissed that I'm sharing the spot light with the fucking Organ Donor. The Organ Donor was a killer that would kill his or her victims before removing their organs. The police never did find them. They believed that this person was selling them on the black market, which is boring. I would say that killing someone with a knife and leaving their bloody thumbprint behind to torment the police is so much better.
Henry and the others are talking and I try my best to fight the smile that is coming to face as numerous amount of victims flash in front my eyes. The one thing that will always be etched in my brain forever, the look on their faces right before I killed them. Teddy hands me the picture that Henry was passing around, and it's an instant mood killer because it's the girl that Erica had in the hospital a few days ago. Is Erica the Organ Donor? She has all the supplies she needs here in the hospital and she has been getting away with it by creating fake charts. She could be using Izzie Stevens and Amanda Harkness as her back up, if is she selling the organs on the black market it wouldn't take much to shut them up. But up until now she has been leaving the bodies the behind to be found, is she taking a page out of my book and keeping quiet so she doesn't get caught.
"Arizona? You have been looking at the picture for a while. Have you seen her?" My father asks.
"No," I give a small smile and hand the picture back to Henry.
"Okay, well if you guys here or see anything let us know." Henry says before the four of them leave the cafeteria.
After they leave Teddy and I go get Sofia and go downstairs to drop her off at daycare. We are in the elevator alone when she turns to me, "so are you a little nervous that someone is digging around past?"
I put my hands in my lab coat pocket and shrug at her, "No, The Thumbprint Killer, killed 5 people here in Seattle, and 37 people in the D.C., Maryland, and Virginia area. I would say that I'm a major topic in law classes around this country, maybe even a paper and a test question too." I give her a nice wide smile.
"Why am I your best friend?" Teddy gives a light chuckle as we step out of the elevator.
"Because I'm awesome," I say back.
Teddy stops in her tracks and her eyes slowly grow wider. I look over to her to see the change in her face and I follow her eye line to a male nurse standing at the nurse's station. "Earth to Teddy?" I wave my hand in front of her face. "Do you know that man?" I point to the nurse, no reaction. I'm about to pinch her when my pager goes off, it's a 911 page from the peds floor. "Please remember to breathe Teddy, I really do like as friend." I say before I run up to the peds floor.
I get upstairs and run into one of the exam rooms, "what's wrong?" I say a little winded.
"Hi Dr. Robbins!" I hear a coming from the bed.
"Hey, Cody," I pause to look at the 8 year. His face is the size of a balloon, and he has red spots over his arms and legs. "What did you eat today?"
"Shrimp!" he chirps.
"Okay, you can't have shrimp. Shrimp is a selfish, and you're allergic to selfish."
"But there was no shell on it."
"Because they take it off before they give it to you." I smile at him before I look around to see which one of my medical idiots that some people call interns paged me 911 for a mild allergic reaction to selfish. In the corner of the room I see a small figure, it's Morgan. I glare at her before I bit my lower lip, "Can I speak with you outside please?"
Morgan shakes her head and we both leave the room. She just closes the door when I finally snap at her, "you better have a damn good reason for paging me 911 when the kid had a mild allergic reaction?"
"I didn't know what to do," she whispers.
"Didn't know what do, you give him an antihistamine and wait for the swelling to go down." I hiss at her, and then I realize that Morgan is Alex's intern not mine. "Where the fuck is Alex?"
"Downstairs studying for his boards."
I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. "Give him an antihistamine, when the swelling goes down he can leave. Now I'm going to my office and I don't want you to page me unless the patient is actually dying. Do I make myself clear?" I bark at her.
"Yes ma'am."
I turn around and go to my office. I sit down in the chair for only 5 minutes when my Teddy comes storming into my office. She marches up to my desk and puts a green folder on my desk. "You're welcome." She turns around and storms out of my office.
"What is this?" I say to her as I grab the folder.
"Can't talk right now Ari I have surgery with your wife." Teddy waves her hand and then disappears.
I open the folder and see a name, Michael Turner. Before I can read any more of it my pager goes off again. I swear if it's Morgan I will literally kill her for being a dumbass. I look at my pager, it's not Morgan it's the ER. I have an incoming trauma alert.
I get downstairs the same time the ambulance arrives, 9 year old Lindsey Osborn. Her appendix burst when she was at a friend's house. Her surgery takes up most of my afternoon, when I'm done I go back upstairs to start the mountain of paperwork I have let back up over the past few weeks. I open my door and turn on the light. I close my door so I can work without any interruptions. When I face the couch I see Callie lying on her left side and she looks like she has been crying.
I take off my lab coat and turn on the lamp that is sitting on my desk and the one that is standing by couch before I turn the overhead lights off and walk over to the couch with Callie. Callie is laying right on the edge of the couch so I climb over her and not soon after my body molds to hers. The second I lie down I feel her body push back into mine. "Hey you," I whisper in her ear before I kiss her neck. "What's wrong?" I rub up and down her body with my right hand.
"Kristi died this afternoon." She says in a raspy voice. "This was her last surgery and right in the middle her heart just gave out."
I didn't really know that much about Kristi. I only knew that she has been one of Callie's patients for the past three months, and it doesn't matter what any surgeon says we always get attached to long term patients.
"Aw, I'm sorry baby."
We don't say anything else, and just lie in my office until it's the end of our shift. Even though our shift is over we still lay there on the couch until Alex comes barging in. "Robbins where is your wife?"
Alex turns around to see Callie and I lying on the couch, "oh, sorry. I thought you were alone, um everyone is waiting for you downstairs Callie." Alex gives a small head nod and leaves the room.
Callie sits up and wipes her face before looking down at me. "What was that? I have never seen Alex so nice."
"I don't know he is always nice to me." I shrug and get up off the couch.
"I think hell just froze over," Callie says with a small chuckle as we go to the attending lounge. "He is never nice."
I let out a small laugh and we get changed in the attending's lounge. After we get changed we go get Sofia from daycare. "Hey," Callie grabs my hand and turns me around, "thank you for that upstairs." She smiles and kisses me on the cheek.
"Anything for you," I smile back at her.
We enter the daycare, and like always Sofia comes running up to us. "MOMMY! MAMA!" Sofia runs into Callie's arms and she picks her up.
"Are you ready to go to Zola's house?" Callie asks Sofia as we walk to the front door.
Sofia starts to bounce and shakes her head yes.
Sofia and Zola are best friends and love each other very much. Ever since Zola started going to a private daycare Sofia has been heartbroken. "I didn't know we had a play date." I say.
"Well it's just Sofia and I" Callie says. "Meredith and everyone want me help them for a last minute cram session before their boards."
"Oh,"
"You don't need the car do you?" Callie asks.
"No, I'll be fine without a car." I reply back.
"Okay great," Callie leans in a kisses me before she turns to go to the parking lot. "You really should look into buying a car Arizona. You're the head of pediatric surgery here. I know you can afford it. "
"Right," I say with a chuckle. "Wait, what?" I look over to Callie who is walking away from me and closer to my Range Rover. I don't know why I'm so surprised, the moment I brought that car home she fell in love with it, but I love it just as much. I'm about to walk home when I get text from Teddy.
'Joe's'
Before I can tap out my reply I get another text from her. 'That last text was a statement not a question.'
Well I guess it is settled I'm spending my evening at Joe's with Teddy.
When I walk thought the front door my eyes start scanning for Teddy. After a few seconds of looking for her I see her sitting at a booth on the right wall towards the middle. She is sitting there with the FBI agent from lunch, Henry.
"Hey guys," I say with a smile as I sit on the same side as Teddy. "What are you guys taking about?"
"We are exchanging war stories." Henry says with a smile.
"You were in the military?" I ask.
"No, but being a field agent for the FBI the past 10 years, I think it's safe to say I that I can hang with big dogs." Henry pauses for a moment. "I was just telling Teddy that my first case as field agent I had to tackle a crack addict to the ground while he was naked."
Both Teddy and I start to laugh a little bit. "I think you have me beat." Teddy says between laughs.
Before Henry can tell us another story his phone goes and he excuses himself from the table. Right as he leaves the waitress comes to take our drink order. "Would you like another Grey Goose and club soda Dr. Altman?" Teddy shakes her head yes, the waitress looks over to me.
"I'll take a 10 cane and coke."
The waitress leaves and Henry comes back, "sorry ladies I have to go. It was nice talking to you, Teddy. We should do it again sometime." Henry grabs his jacket and leaves Joe's.
After that I take Henry's side of the table and soon Teddy and I start taking about random things, with us it's usually the first thing that comes to mind. Soon one drink turns to two and before we know it we have each had five drinks. We are leaning over the table and our words are a little slurred at the moment.
Teddy stops in mid-sentence and just stares at the entrance door to Joe's. I give her a perplex look before I turn around and see that she is looking at the same male nurse from this afternoon. "Why are you staring so hard?" I turn back around and face her.
Teddy's eyes go from nurse to me, "haven't you looked at the file I gave you this afternoon?"
"No I got paged as soon as you left, and then I needed to comfort Callie. So I haven't had the time."
"Well," Teddy slurs as she takes another sip of her drink. "That is second lieutenant Michael James Turner of the United States Marine Crops. He was in the same platoon as Owen and I. At the time we were providing cover for the Navy's EOD squad."
"EOD?" I question before taking the last sip of my drink.
"Explosive Ordnance Disposal," Teddy answers. "Mike was one of our snipers, he was really good, but had an itchy trigger finger." Teddy downs the rest of her drink as well. "Mainly for women and children, he killed 27 innocent people during our tour."
"Maybe they just got shot in the cross fire." My words are becoming more slurred.
"Every person that he shot he killed, he always got headshots; it was no accident when he killed those people. I told my superior officer and all he did was slap Mike on the wrist and told him not to do it again. He should have been discharged and sent to jail." Teddy's eyes narrow down at the table, right at the space that is in front of me. She is reliving a dream right now, and is about to tell me it.
Before Teddy speaks Addison comes to our table and sits by my side. She places a large glass of clear liquid in front of us. Without questioning what it is Teddy and I take a sip from it, its water.
"If he only did it once or twice, I could see why they would cut him some slack. I mean when you are over there it is so hard to tell who is a good guy and who is a bad guy. I mean they get their kids to come up to you and try to blow you sky high." Teddy takes a big gulp from her glass this time, while still staring at the same spot at the table. "There were times when we were driving through towns and kids would come up running to you and you didn't know if they just wanted candy or if they had a grenade in their hand and they were getting close enough to throw it at you. It really messes you up shooting at kid." Teddy looks up and sees that Addison has joined the group.
I look over to Addison and she has a somewhat shocked look on her face, and if I'm not mistaken there is a splash love mixed in there. "I never shot a child when I was there. But the people that did were never the same after that, even if they were right and the kid was going to throw a grenade at us."
"That's crazy." Addison decides to join the conversation.
Teddy just shakes her head. She looks down at her watch, "I have to get going I have work tomorrow afternoon." Teddy drinks the rest of her water.
"Let me walk you home, you two have been drinking a lot. It's unsafe for you to walk home this late at night in the city." Addison gets up and helps Teddy with her jacket.
"Are you going to walk me home?" I say with a smile.
"Goodnight Arizona," Addison says a little harshly.
Every time Teddy and I go out we always take turns on who pays the bill and this time it's my turn. I pay the bill and I'm about the leave when Mark takes Teddy's seat and slides another 10 cane and coke in my direction. "I don't have work tomorrow and you have the night shift so you don't have to be at the hospital until 8 pm. So you and I are going talk, because I need advice and you are the other half to Seattle Grace's perfect couple."
"Seattle Grace has a perfect couple?" I take my drink and take a sip.
"Yep, it's you and Callie." Mark takes a sip from his drink as well. "You guys have been together for 5 years now, and after the whole me knocking up your wife incident you guys have been drama free and just perfect. Everyone wants to be like you guys, like everyone."
I think if Callie found out my dark passenger we won't be Seattle Grace's perfect couple. I'm pretty sure Callie wouldn't want anything to do with me. "So why are you talking me, your best friends with my wife, she's the other half to… to whatever it is you guys call us behind our backs."
"True, but I can't really ask her because she is my best friend, and she tells what I want to hear. Just like Derek, Addison and Jackson, so that is where you come in. You're an outside source that I know who can keep a secret."
"Alright, what are we talking about?" I take another sip from my drink and look over to Mark.
"So I have been dating Julia for the past 3 years and she has been hinting towards marriage and starting a family with me, and I don't think I'm ready for that. To be honest, I don't think I'm truly in love with her." Mark pauses and takes a deep breath before he continues, "What I'm asking is how did you know that Callie was the one?"
I take a deep breath pausing holding on to the that breath as I stare blankly at the middle of the table between us. I guess you could say that I'm shocked that he would actually come to me with this kind of question. After a few moments of holding my breath I finally release it. "Are you sure that they are telling you what you want to hear? I mean the handful of times Addison, Callie and you have talked about Julia around me they want you to stay with her instead of breaking up with her and going after Lexie." I pause to gauge his reaction. Mark is just shaking his head looking down at his drink. "Look I'm not going to be the one who says yes drop Julia and go after Lexie, but will say if you are second guessing yourself about how you truly feel about Julia then maybe your right and she's not the one for you. I could tell the laundry list of feelings that I get when I'm around Callie but I won't, but I will say this there is a fine line between caring for someone a lot and truly being in love with someone."
We sit in silence as we finish our drink. "Thanks for the advice, Ari."
After that Mark and I drink and joke around until Joe comes to our table and tells us that it is closing time. We are just barely standing outside of Joe's when I start looking through my purse.
"What, did you forget something?" Mark asks as he sways back and forth.
I snap my head up and look at him, "I'm hungry."
We stare at each before we smile, "RANCHO BRAVO!" We yell in unison before we turn to our left and walk down the street to our favorite drunk night taco stand. And by 'our' I mean Mark and myself. Callie hates the fact that we go taco stands, and Addison well who cares about her opinion she wouldn't even walk me home. I thought you were supposed to be nice to the friend of the person's pants that you want to get it.
It takes us 10 minutes to get there, 10 minutes I don't remember but when it is our time to order my left arm is looped through Mark's. We both order the Bravo Burrito and sit on the park bench enjoying our delicious dinner.
"So I have to ask because I'm curious after your speech in the bar, Julia or Lexie?" Mark asks.
"I have always been a team Lexie fan." I say with a stuffed mouth.
We are silent for a second before we burst out in laugher. "Team Lexie, did you really just say that?"
"I did, I hear the kids doing that team crap, and it's the cool to say right?" I say between laughs.
"Oh God Sofia is going to hate us when she gets older because we are going to be those parents that embarrass their kids without even trying."
We are still laughing when I get a text message from Callie. 'Its 3 am where are you?'
'I'm so drink' send
'Drank' send
'Drunk' send, "fuck! I just texted Callie three times in row, saying I'm drunk." I look over to Mark.
Mark looks back at me when my phone goes off. Callie is calling me "You're in trouble."
"Heyyyyyy you," Mark is giggling in the background.
"Where are you two?" Callie sounds a little annoyed.
"Just chillin' on a park bench," I take another big bite of my burrito.
"Are you at Rancho Bravo?"
I turn my head and look over to the lone taco stand. "No?"
"Um Hm" Callie knows I'm lying and I will be paying for this later, which makes me a little nervous. "Well when you two decide to be grown responsible adults Julia and your wife would like you to come home." Callie hangs up the phone before I can say anything.
"What did she say?"
"You're in trouble too." Mark's face tenses up a little. "Julia and Callie want us to come home now."
After we eat our burritos we walk back home. When Mark opens the door to his apartment he is greeted by an angry Julia. She is trying not to yell, but I feel like it's not going last that much longer. It's a different story for me though, when I come home I greeted by darkness. Callie usually leaves the light on by the door when I come home late, but not tonight all the lights in apartment are turned off. I use my phone to make it to our bedroom, I takeoff all of my clothes expect for my underwear and get in bed with Callie.
When I look over to Callie I see the first stage of my punishment. She is wearing her low cut vintage Seattle Seahawks shirt, which hugs her in all of the right places with matching dark navy and bright green boy shorts. My favorite pair of pajamas that she wears, well usually when she wears them it's only for a few seconds because I have the tendency to peel her clothes off.
Unfortunately at this very moment I can only look at her and not touch. Callie has a rule that there is no sex if one of us is intoxicated, and let me tell you it is strictly enforced. I have tried several times to play the 'hey my hand just slipped, but while it's here' game with her. It always ends with me getting slapped in the face and sleeping on couch, but I can't help myself. I slide over to her side and wrap my arm around her as my body begins to mold to hers.
"Arizona," Callie's voice is ice cold.
"Cuddle, I just want to cuddle. I swear no funny business." I slur. Nothing more is said as we both go to sleep. That lasts for all of 5 minutes when Callie twists my hand and throws me off the bed. "What, I didn't do anything?" my speech is still slurred.
"Your hand was up my shirt about to grab my boob!" Callie whispers but yells at the same time.
I look up to her from the floor, "You have great boobs." I shrug and smile at her.
"Get out!" Callie throws a t-shirt and sweatpants at me as well as a blanket and a pillow.
I walk out to the living with my things and turn around about to pled for her let me back in but she closes the door on me and locks it. I put the shirt and pants on and lay down the couch. I lay there staring at the ceiling for a few minutes before it dawns on me. She didn't get out bed to throw the shirt and pants at me. She was setting up me to fail, bitch.
I don't when but sometime after I pass out. I am asleep for a few hours until the living room which was nice and dark suddenly gets bright as Callie opens the blinds, and instead of waking up to my beautiful wife I am greeted with a pounding headache. I groan and take the pillow that is under me and put it over my face as Callie goes to kitchen and proceeds to make breakfast as loud as she can. For a quick moment all is quiet and I'm about to fall back asleep when Callie rips the pillow and blanket from me. "Get up. You're not sleeping in today."
"Why?" I moan to her. "I don't have work until 8 tonight and it's only," I look over to the clock in the kitchen, "9 in the morning."
"Maybe next time you'll think twice before you go out getting drunk until 3 in the morning when you have a family at home." Callie grabs me by the arm and pulls me off the couch. "Now go get ready, because you smell like the bottom of a rum bottle and we have company coming over."
I get up and go the bathroom while Callie goes back to the kitchen. "Bitch, first you won't let me have sex, now I can't sleep in." I grumble to myself.
"What did you say?" Callie snaps at me.
"Nothing" fuck you and your supersonic mother hearing. I close our bedroom door and instead of taking a shower I fall over on the bed and close my eyes. I get a few more minutes of sleep before Callie come barging in.
"Oh hell no," Callie slaps the exposed skin on my stomach and pulls me off the bed. "Get your ass out of this bed."
"Just five minutes," I whine.
"NO! NOW GET OUT OF BED AND TAKE A FUCKING SHOWER!" she yells at me.
I let out a grunt and go the bathroom. I am about the close the door when she stops me. "No you lost that privilege when you came in here slept on the bed instead of taking a shower." I don't say anything as I start the shower and get ready. Callie sits on the bed and watches me the whole time to make sure I don't lay on the floor and sleep, which I would have done if I could close the door.
After I get ready we both enter the living room. I look over to kitchen and see my mother at the stove making breakfast with Sofia sitting at the table coloring. I plop down on the couch only to have Callie snap her fingers at me and then point to the table. I do as I'm told and sit down next to Sofia; we look at each before she says "you in trweble."
"Yeah I know," I say back right as my mother sits a large glass of water in front of me, which I down in a second. She makes her signature breakfast, french toast, scramble eggs, hash brown and bacon. I have always loved her breakfast and I eat my plate quicker than everyone else. I'm about to grab another plate, but surprise Callie stops me. Bet you didn't that coming. I'm forced to wait until everyone is done eating and gets there second plate before I can get mine.
"Why are you here?" I'm aware that that statement sounded a little harsh and before I can apologize Callie slaps me.
"Seriously Arizona? That's your mother."
"I know. I'm sorry I didn't me for it come out like that. What I meant was why are here so early, Sofia's birthday is next Friday?"
"I got lonely with your father here in Seattle working so I thought I would come and visit you three for a week in a half." My mother says.
"Which is ok with us," Callie smiles to my mother before glaring at me.
After breakfast I get to be the one who does the dishes while Callie, Sofia and my mother sit at the table talking. When I'm done I think that my punishment is over, wrong. We leave the apartment and go to The Fun Forest Amusement Park next to the Space Needle.
Fuck. My. Life.
Callie, Sofia and my mother go on the rides while I sit on bench with sunglasses on and a large bottle of water looking absolutely miserable. My wife, Calliope Iphegenia Torres, is the only person on this planet who can torture me this much, and not have sheets of plastic in her future. After the amusement park we go to Beth's Diner for lunch.
I know that the three of them were talking during lunch but I have no clue what they were talking about, because I stopped listening to them the moment we entered the amusement park. We are outside in the parking lot when Callie turns to me and hands me the keys to the Range Rover. "We can walk to the aquarium from here. Go home and get some sleep before work."
"Lesson learned," I take the keys and kiss her on the cheek before I drive back to the apartment. When I get back I don't even make it the bedroom and just pass out on the couch. My phone starts going off at 7:00. I look at my phone confused, because I don't remember setting an alarm, bad thing, but I think Callie did, good thing.
I freshen up and walk over to the hospital to start my shift. The night shift is long and sometimes boring in peds. I don't get the crazy's like Hunt gets in the ER, so I'm just sitting in the quiet peds floor at the nurse's station reading women's health with my feet on the table leaning back in the chair.
"Hello hello," Teddy says with a smile as she pulls up a chair to sit next to me. "I come with buffalo chicken pizza from Papa John's, and a six pack of sarsaparilla soda." Teddy places the items on the table.
I put my feet down and open the box and take a slice of pizza. "Thank you," I take a bite out of the pizza. "I thought you were working from noon until 8?"
"Yeah, I was supposed to, but Erica needed someone to cover her shift because she has date. And my head was still on fire from last night so I took it," Teddy pauses to open a bottle of sarsaparilla soda. "How did you feel this morning?"
"Like I got hit by bus."
"Why we only had like what? 5 drinks," Teddy grabs another slice of pizza.
"Yeah we had 5 drinks, but after you left Mark came over to the table and we drank until close. Callie wasn't so happy about that, so after kicking me out of bed and making me sleep on the couch she got me up at 9, and proceed to make my life a living hell."
Teddy laughs a little bit, "Sucks to be you."
"Yeah, so who is Erica dating? Is it someone in hospital?"
"Don't know, don't care." Teddy replies. "Why do you care? I thought you hated her like everyone else in this hospital."
I just shrug at Teddy, "I don't hate her, and I've never met her until now."
"She slept with Callie."
"We all have exes, Teddy." I grab another slice of pizza, "I'm surprised that you took her place." I look over to Teddy as I take a bite of pizza and smile at her.
"Why? You don't think I can be a nice person?"
"No it's not that, I just would have figured you would have had a date tonight as well."
"What makes you say that?" Teddy gives me a perplex look.
"I don't know about you, but I smell the makings of a love triangle with you, Henry and Addison." My smile grows wider.
"No, no there is no love triangle so wipe that grin off your face." Teddy goes from leaning back on the chair to sitting up straight. "I already told you I'm taking a break from the dating scene, because that seems to be when people find true love when they are not looking."
"And you found it, it the shape of Henry and or Addison."
"First off I just met Henry yesterday and we were only talking for a few minutes before you came over, and second Addison Montgomery the neonatal surgeon at this hospital?" Teddy leans back in her chair to think about the second name. "You are aware that Addison is straight and has been with just as many men as I have."
"You're straight until you're gay."
"Why is it that everyone is sleeping with everyone in your world?" Teddy asks.
"Look at where we work." Is my only response.
Our conversation stops when Teddy gets paged downstairs. I eat the last the last slice of pizza before I start my mountain of paper work I wanted to get do yesterday. A few hours later Teddy comes back and together we sit at the nurse's station and get as much work done as possible until it is the end of the night shift.
We give what we have completed to Owen before we go over to the attending's lounge. We are on the staircase when we see Henry coming up the stairs holding two cups of coffee. "Oh hey Teddy, I thought you could use a cup of coffee after a long shift." Henry hands her one of his cups. "I was looking for you this morning and one of the nurses said you worked the night shift covering for someone."
"Thanks," Teddy says with a smile. She looks to me and I'm just staring off into the distance clenching my jaw trying not to laugh at the situation.
"Henry we are ready for you?" Sadie says from the top of the stairs.
"Excuse me ladies I have to go." Henry says as he walks pasts us and goes to the conference room.
"Shut up," Teddy points to me as we continue on to the attending's lounge.
We round the corner to see Addison coming up to holding two cup of coffee. I let out a laugh and grab the coffee cup out Teddy's hand. "Days of our Lives, Seattle Grace edition." Say before I walk faster passing Addison.
"I thought you could use a cup of coffee after the other night and then working for 8 hours through the night." Is the only thing I here before I walk into the lounge.
I take sip of the coffee that Henry got Teddy, caramel macchiato, gross. I throw the cup in the trash before I walk over to my locker. Right as I open my locker movement from the corner of the room gets my attention. I look over to see Erica at her locker getting changed.
"Well this is a first," I say turning my attention over to her. "You and I in the attending's lounge together. You want to save the suspense and just give me my picture right now."
Erica just smiles as she finishes tying the string on her pants. She walks up to me, "you would like that wouldn't you? Give you a picture and continue my plan while the FBI is here so I can do something that gets me caught."
"So what you're doing is illegal?"
Erica starts to invade my personal space. She lifts her hands placing them on either side of my head trapping me in my place. "Yep," she whispers, "just like what you did Sam Wilson and Adriana Cilano and the others before them." Erica lets out a laugh as she pushes away from me, "but don't worry that pretty little head of yours, your secret is safe, for now."
We just stare at each other sizing each other up, but Addison ruins the moment. "Robbins! ER NOW!" Addison yells from the doorway before she disappears. Based off her voice I can tell that it is an urgent matter, and without saying anything to Erica I takeoff towards the ER.
I get the ER and put on trauma gown right as four ambulances pull up to the loading bay. "Sniper shot at the Al-Salman family at the park this morning." Owen says as he runs past me. I go outside when they open the first ambulance, "Suado Al-Salman, 45 year old female gunshot wound to the neck." The paramedic says as Bailey and Meredith take her to one of the trauma bays.
The second ambulance opens the doors, "Hassah Al-Salman 6 mouth old baby, shot in the stomach" another paramedic says.
"Vitals are weak, but there. I need an OR now!" Addison yells as she disappears into the hospital.
The third ambulance opens right as Alex arrives at my side, "10 year old Rakan Al-Salman, shot to the head. His vitals are low and are dropping." The paramedic says as Alex and I take him immediately to an OR."
The entire way down to the OR I can't help but think that this is my fault, an innocent Arabic family shot by a sniper. This sounds like the work of Michael Turner, and I was too busy to with my own problems to properly look into him like I should have. Whether the results of situation are good or bad Michael Turner has just made it into my crosshairs.