Monster

by LVAv8or

Arizona Robbins is a loving mother and wife. Her co-workers think she is perky and bubbly, while the parents of her patients call her a savior, but what if it was just an act? Everyone has secrets and for Arizona she has one big dark secret that would leave everyone she knew stunned. Will that secret stay hidden or will the arrival of a new surgeon bring it to light?

9. Chapter 9

Chapter Two

Future. Never thought about it and I never planned it. I wasn't like the other girls that I grew up with. I didn't have a dream wedding, a dream girl, or a dream job. I don't think you can really blame me because the future isn't too kind to people like me.

So for most of my adult life I just lived day by day, and it was working for me until I met Calliope. When I met her a future suddenly seemed plausible. When we were dating I could see myself marrying her, having children with her, growing old with her. That's what people want, right? A bright positive future and Callie shows that I can have that. But life reminds me that my future is dim and not promising.

In my old apartment in the guest bedroom under the bed is a hidden trap door that houses a black 25-inch duffel bag that I use in case of emergencies. It has 2 black long sleeve shirts, 1 pair of jeans, 1 pair of low top converse shoes, 2 pairs of clean underwear, 5 passports to 5 different countries and $50,000 in cash.

5 years ago if Callie hadn't walked into my life, that black duffel bag and I would be long gone. But in the past 5 years things have changed.

'You've changed.'

I turn my head to the right to see my brother standing against the wall next to the window. We make eye contact with each other before he shrugs. 'It's true you've changed. You've evolved.'

'Into what?' I question, 'I'm still the same person I was 25 years ago when I killed my first person. The minute Sadie and Polly get off my back I plan to do it again. The only difference is I have a wife, a daughter and a child on the way.' I pause for a moment as I go from looking at my brother to looking up at the ceiling. 'Are you here to tell me that I'm having an epiphany? Are you going to walk up to me, and place your hands on my forehead and tell me that my dark passenger is gone?'

After my last question I notice how quiet the room is. I look back over to wall thinking that my brother is gone but he's not. He is still standing by the window looking at me. 'I can try if you want me too, but we both know it won't work. You are who you are, and you're a killer.' Tim pushes himself off the wall and starts to walk towards the center of room. 'The way that I see it, is you really only have to worry about the first month or two that the case is open. Thanks to books, comics and to Dad for letting me follow him around at work when I was younger, I was able to teach you how to cover your tracks pretty well, and for the most part you actually listened. The only thing you really have to worry about is your trophies; you know the trophies I told you NOT to take. This is time when they can hurt if given the chance to. All it takes is one finger print, one strand for hair, one eye witness to get that search warrant and then you will be fucked if they find your slides.'

I let out a heavy sigh as I think about my brother's words.

'But I like I said earlier I don't think you have to worry about that. You've been good at covering your tracks, so in about 2 months this will become a cold case and the police will be off your back. Big serial killer cases are always so predictable. The police will have a few good leads that will turn into dead ends sooner or later, and 9 times out of 10 they will get distracted by a copycat killer. Once they find out that the copycat is a… copycat they will try to move on but can't when they realize that there are no more leads, and you're not listening to me anymore.'

Tim is right, after he started to talk about a copycat killer a gear started to turn in my head.

'What are you thinking about?'

'I'm thinking that maybe Sadie and Polly's appearance into my life could be a good thing.' A small smile comes to my face.

'How so?'

'Polly wants to be just like me and you said it yourself that every big serial killer case has a copycat, so why don't I make the copycat look like its Polly. I know she will be hanging around me so getting her hair and fingerprints won't be a problem.'

'What about Sadie?'

'Someone has to be the real killer. We both know that police withhold information from the public, but I know all the information about crime scenes because I'm the one who did it.'

'Don't. I think it's a bad idea to frame Sadie. Framing Sadie will do nothing but push her over the edge, and if you push her far enough it will come back to bite you in the ass. And I can guarantee that you'll be the one behind bars. I mean look at her; she's acting on her own because she has nothing to lose. You on the other hand have a lot to lose, your wife, your daughter, and the hospital's reputation. Do you really want that?'

'Please tell me what other options I have to get out of this mess?' my voice is laced with venom. 'I don't have any other options. I'm not running and I'm not turning myself in because that will only hurt Callie and I don't want to do that to her anymore. So until you find another out for me, I'm framing both Sadie and Polly.'

I go back to looking at the ceiling when I feel movement coming of the left side of the bed. I glance over to my nightstand and see that it is 5:30 in the morning, which is the time when Callie and Sofia get up.

I go back to looking up at the ceiling and I give another sigh. I should close my eyes to pretend that I'm sleeping but I can't. Everything in my life is falling apart around me, and I don't know what to do.

Callie sits up and stretches a little. She turns to her right and looks at me. For a moment there is a look of confusion on her face. "You're up early? Did you sleep last night?" Callie questions.

"A little," I lie. I didn't go to sleep. I couldn't go to sleep.

"Maybe you should stay home today seeing how you were in the bathroom throwing up for most of the night." Callie reaches over and feels my forehead.

"Callie I'm fine." I move my head out of her reach. "Dinner just didn't agree with me last night. I feel a lot better." She doesn't respond. She just looks at me with concern. "I promise."

The movement from Sofia and Roxie breaks up our staring contest. "Well since you are up and fine you can take Roxie out for walk, while Sofia and I get cleaned up." Callie says before she leans over and gives me a kiss.

I put on shoes and grab my jacket and the leash before I get Roxie. Our walk is somewhat short because she once she gets to our neighbors lawn she pees and poops. I pick up the mess and together we walk to the end of the street before we turn around and walk to the house. Right before I turn to our walkway I pass Sadie's car. Her windows are down and she is eating a breakfast burrito.

"Why don't you make yourself useful and throw this away for me." I say with a wink and smile as I throw Roxie's poop bag on the hood of her car.

"Fuck you, Robbins." I hear behind me.

I just smile without turning back or saying anything to Sadie. Right as Roxie and I come through the front door, Callie and Sofia start coming downstairs.

"Morning Mommy," Sofia hugs my leg before she and Roxie go to the living room.

"Morning Mommy," Callie whispers and she kisses me on the cheek and goes to the living room with Sofia and Roxie.

As I walk upstairs to get ready for the day I hear Callie turn on the TV before entering the kitchen to make breakfast.

I take a quick shower and get ready before I go back downstairs and sit in the living room with Sofia and Roxie as they watch The New Looney Tunes Show. We are able to finish an episode before Callie pokes her head through the doorway to let us know that breakfast is ready.

Breakfast is the same like always, Callie gives Roxie her breakfast before joining Sofia and I at the table. Callie and Sofia spend most of breakfast doing small talk and once Roxie has finished eating her food she takes her usual spot under Sofia.

Normally I participate in the small talk with Callie and Sofia, but I don't today. I'm just enjoying every moment that I can get with them because I don't how long this will last. To me at least breakfast seemed like it went by fast, because before I know it Roxie and Sofia are running around the house while I help Callie clean the kitchen.

I'm washing the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher, while Callie cleans the stove. I can feel her eyes on me when I have my back turned to her. She's worried about me, and I would be too seeing how I'm not my usual perky self.

She doesn't get the chance to question me because once the kitchen is clean we put up the child gates at all the entrances to kitchen and put Roxie in the kitchen. Callie sets out food, water toys and the useless pee pad for Roxie before the three of us leave to go to hospital.

Sofia is in the backseat playing with Cindy in her own little world while I'm in the driver's seat and Callie is in the passenger seat. Halfway into the car ride to hospital Callie's hand slides over to my side and her fingers intertwine with right hand.

I glance over towards her for a brief second and smile lightly at her before looking back at the road. Callie smiles back, but her smile however, lasts longer and is more loving. You can smell the conversation brewing in the air.

Once we make it to the hospital we drop Sofia off at daycare and make the long journey upstairs to the attending lounge. I say long because every which way I look the T.V. is on and it is talking about my graveyard.

This walk to the lounge feels worse than the walk that I did when I had beaten up Erica and everyone was looking at us. The walk from the peds floor to the front door is going to be a nightmare if the police find out that I'm the one who killed all those people.

Right when I can breathe a little easier because we made it to the lounge, Callie stops at the nurse's station right outside the lounge. She manages to catches the tall end of the news report on FOX 13 before they go to commercial.

"The police have recovered all the bags at the bottom of the Puget Sound. There are a total of 106 bags with different body parts inside of them. It will take the police another day or two before we will how many people were killed, and it might be another week or two before they can start to identify these victims."

Callie shakes her head in disgust, "what type of sick fuck would do something like that."

When I hear Callie's commit my heart instantly sinks and try not look right at her. "I don't know. Maybe there is a story behind the deaths of those people."

"Story or no story you don't just go around killing people even if the story is sad. It's wrong on so many different levels. Those are people, somebody's loved one, somebody's child, and now they will never come home, and why because someone out there thought it was ok because they have some sad story to help them sleep better at night."

Callie doesn't say anything else as she turns around to go the attending lounge. I'm right behind her thinking to myself. Would she want to hear my story on why I killed those people if she found out that it me who killed them? Or better yet would she want anything to do with me after she found out.

When we get into the lounge Callie goes to her locker and I go to mine. Since the fifth year residents passed their boards and since majority of them are staying at Seattle Grace, Owen had to do some locker switching to make room for everyone. So now Callie's locker is no longer in front of mine. It is to the left of my locker and a little bit more hidden.

Like always I'm the first one to get completely change, so I just sit on the bench staring at feet while I wait for Callie to get done. While I wait the lounge door goes flying open and Teddy comes marching into the lounge pissed and looking right at me. "WE NEED…" Teddy starts to yell but stops when she sees Callie in the corner of her eye. The door flying opening scared her and she is just looking at Teddy stunned and a little scared. "To go to the conference room on the third floor, Owen wants a meeting with all the department heads." Teddy manages to calm down as she looks at both Callie and I. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, Callie." Teddy smiles at Callie. As Teddy turns to leave the room she glares at me.

A conversation about the underwater graveyard is being added to my list of conversations today.

It's another minute before Callie is fully changed and we start our second journey up to the conference room. When we get there Callie goes to sit next to Mark and Addison while I go to sit next to an angry Teddy.

"We need to talk," Teddy whispers to me.

"I know, let's talk later on this morning." I whisper back.

Teddy doesn't say anything and just shakes her head and turns her attention to the front of the room where Owen is standing.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen, I know we have all seen the news and the bodies that this monster, The Puget Sound Butcher, has left behind." Owen starts.

Puget Sound Butcher didn't take long for the press to come up with a nickname for me. It has a nice ring to it, Puget Sound Butcher. It sounds nicer than The Thumb Print Killer. Butcher even sounds scarier than killer.

"The Seattle Police Department doesn't have the room or the equipment to run their test on these bodies, so they will be using our basement on the west side of the building." Owen continues. "So for the time being the west basement is off limits and some detectives and FBI agents may need some of your guys' expertise, mainly Callie and your department seeing how the bodies were dismembered. Let's work with the police when they need us so we can find the sick bastard who did this." Owen says with a smile on his face before he motions for us to leave.

Everyone starts to get up and collect their things and leave the room. Teddy and I, along with Addison, Callie and Mark are the last ones to leave. "Hey, don't forget we need to be at Brightwater by 12:30 today." Callie says from across the table before she, Addison and Mark leave the room.

"Ok," I say in a soft whisper and smile. The five of us leave at the same time, but Teddy and I go downstairs to the coffee cart while the three stooges go off somewhere else.

The walk down to the coffee cart is silent and tense. Every time I glance over to Teddy I can see the gears turning in her head, she has a lot of questions but doesn't know where to start. "Just say it," I finally say.

Teddy shakes her and gives me a long hard stare. She shakes her head in disappointment before she goes back to looking straight in front of her. We make it to the coffee cart in silence and order our usual from Kathryn. We wait for order in silence. With our coffee in hand we start to wander around the hospital aimlessly, in silence.

Finally something in Teddy snaps and she gives out a loud heavy sigh and stops walking. I'm bracing myself for the tongue lashing she is about to give me only when she turns she isn't facing me.

"Can I help you?" Teddy barks to Sadie who is right behind us.

Sadie just looks at Teddy like a deer in headlights.

"You have been following us since we left the conference room. What the fuck do you want?"

"I-I um, I need to go to radiology." Sadie stutters.

Without losing eye contact Teddy steps to the side revealing the door to radiology. "Let me get out of your way then," Teddy gives Sadie a fake smile as Sadie passes us and walks through the door into radiology.

Teddy waits until the door to radiology closes before she grabs my wrist and turns me in the other direction. We start to make a quick journey upstairs to my office, while we go upstairs Teddy checks over her shoulder every few seconds to make sure that Sadie isn't behind us.

We make it to my office in about 3 to 4 minutes. When we are in my office Teddy let's go of my wrist while she turns to close and lock my door.

"Are you The Butcher?" Teddy says without hesitation when she turns to face me.

I don't say anything as I bite the corner of my lower lip and stare at my feet.

"I thought so," Teddy whispered. "Jesus Arizona."

We stand in office for a few minutes in silence. I'm leaning against my desk while she is still standing in front of the door.

"What did you get yourself into, Arizona?" Teddy breaks the silence between us.

I just shrug at her, "trouble." I whisper.

"What are you going to do about all of this?"

"I don't really know yet. I know that on some level I should be a scared, but I'm not. I've played this game with the police before, and I won both times that I played." I pause for a moment. "But then I'm forced to remember that I was single with nothing to lose back then. Now, now I have everything to lose and that is what I'm scared the most about all of this."

"What does Sadie have to do with all of this?" Teddy asks. "Does she know who you really are?"

"Not at the moment. Right now she just thinks I did something more than just scare Erica away from Seattle."

"Did you?"

"I killed her." I say under my breath.

"Seriously, you killed Erica because she beat up your wife?" Teddy starts to raise her voice a little.

"No, I killed her because she was the Organ Donor. I knew she was dating Sadie, but I didn't think that it was anything serious. I thought Erica was just trying to appear normal and date random people like I did before I met Callie."

The room is quiet again as Teddy takes the time to process the information that I just told her. The room is quiet for about 5 minutes before Teddy's pager blares through the room. She grabs it out of her lab coat pocket and looks at it for a second.

"Yang needs me. To be continued." She points at me before she unlocks the doors and leaves.

When Teddy leaves she leaves the door to my office open. I'm still standing against my desk just thinking to myself when Alex comes marching into my office.

"Are you kidding me right now?" Alex yells as he enters my office. "You went and hired Polly Preston behind my back? I told that I didn't get any offers from anyone and that I'm going to stay here. Is this your way of telling me that I'm fired?"

"Relax," I yell back. "We had enough money in our budget to expand our fellowship program, which is what Owen and I have spent past few years trying to do. You're not fired; you just have another fellow to work with." I'm quiet for a few second before I start to yell at him again. "If you ever come barging in my office yelling at me again, trust me when I say you won't like the outcome. Now get the hell out of my office."

We stare at each other for another minute or so before Alex holds out his hand, "2 dollars."

Stupid fucking swear jar. I sigh and take 2 dollars out my pocket and give it him. Right as Alex leaves Sadie enters my office with a sly smile.

She takes one last sip of her coffee before she throws it in my trash can that is right next to my door. "So Teddy Altman and Polly Preston are your accomplices, Teddy is your best friend and for some reason you bent over backwards to get Polly a job in this hospital under your wing. You're up to something and I'm going to find out."

"Don't you have a job to do?" I glare at her as I cross my arms over my chest.

"Until I find out the truth about what happened to Erica, you are my job."

I don't get the chance to say anything when my pager goes off. I break our staring contest to look at my pager to see that I have an incoming trauma. I put the pager back in its resting place on hip and move towards the door. "If you would excuse me some of us have a real job to do." I whisper to her as I walk pass her.

"Erica did say that there was something off about you, and I will find out what it is." Sadie says from right behind me. I don't say anything to her and just make my way down stairs to the ER.

When I get to the ER I see, Alex, Derek, Mark, Owen and April waiting for the ambulance to arrive. "Our mystery rapist struck again." Owen says to me.

A mystery to them yes, but to me it's no mystery. The man that Owen is talking about is Eric. He needs to be stopped and soon. I get done tying my gown when the ambulance arrives.

"14 year old Kathleen Egan…" The paramedic starts.

The six of us don't saying anything as we just look at each other. Eric is getting bolder, not caring about the age of victims. His rape of Kathleen makes him a pedophile and I absolutely hate pedophiles.

Her physical is bad, so bad that we don't have the time to take her a trauma room to see if we can stabilize her. Instead we go straight to the operating room. Kathleen has a serve head trauma, a lot of internal bleeding, several broken bones and deep cuts all over her body.

We are in the OR for about an hour when Kathleen's body can't take anymore and she dies on the table. The six of us leave the OR defeated and go our separate ways to fill out our police report about what happened.

When I get to my office I close the door the behind me and lean up against the door. I tilt my head back close my eyes and give out a heavy sigh. I stay like this for a few minutes before I open my eyes and look down at the trash can by the door.

There to turn my frown upside down is Sadie's coffee cup from earlier this morning. Her fingerprints and DNA are all over that cup. I need that cup if I want to frame her.

I walk over to my desk drawer and get out a pair of latex gloves and pick up Sadie's coffee before I return back to my desk. I place the cup right in the middle of my desk and just stare at the cup debating with myself if I should really go through it and frame Sadie.

When I finally look up from the cup and look over to the clock I see that it is 11:45. I have 15 minutes to get changed and meet Callie outside by my car. I get up and walk out of my office and go to the nurse's station where I see Lauren, one of the nurses, organizing some charts.

"Hey Lauren, do we have any ziplock bags that I could use?"

"Let me check, Dr. Robbins." Lauren says as she sets her charts down.

Luck is on my side when she opens the first drawer and sees a half gallon size baggie. "Will this work?" Lauren asks.

"Perfect," I grab the bag and quickly return to my office. I place the cup in the bag before I lock it in my bottom drawer.

Once that is done I race downstairs to take a quick shower before I run to meet Callie by the car. When I get there she doesn't look to happy with me because I'm 5 minutes late.

"Sorry, I had a trauma and paperwork. I just lost track of time." I say breathlessly as I unlock the car.

Callie just glares at me as she puts Sofia in the backseat. After all three of us are in the car I start the drive to Brightwater, which wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. The traffic is light so the drive only takes about 25 minutes.

We are standing in the parking lot when I tall slender woman with short and wavy dark brown hair comes out to greet us. She is wearing a red v neck sweater and with black slacks and high heel boots. "You must be Mrs. and Mrs. Robbins," she extends her hand out to me for a handshake, "I'm Mrs. Klimek, the vice principle here at Brightwater."

After Callie and I shake her hand she turns her attention towards Sofia, who is standing next to my right leg. "And you must be Sofia," she says as lowers herself to talk to Sofia.

Sofia doesn't say anything to her. She just looks at her with a small pout before she hugs my leg and tries to hide behind it.

"Oh, stop pretending to be shy." I say as I grab and pick her up. Sofia still doesn't say anything to Mrs. Klimek. She just puts her fingers up to her mouth before she lays her head on my shoulder.

Mrs. Klimek just smiles at her as she stands up straight as well. "I'll give you a tour first and then we talk in my office, is it that is ok with you guy?"

"That is fine," Callie says as she shakes her head looking back and forth between Mrs. Klimek and myself.

Together the three of us follow Mrs. Klimek as she leads to the preschool section of the school. "As you already know Brightwater caters to children in preschool all the way up 8th grade." We enter the preschool wing to see a total of four classrooms two on each side with kids running around playing with each other. "One of these classrooms on the left is where Sofia will be during the morning. The classrooms on the right are where our kindergarteners are." She points to either side of the hallway. When we get to the end of the hallway we standing in the middle of a large common area, to our left is a where the cafeteria is located, to our right is another hallway that has the 1st and 2nd grade classrooms. The hallway that is right in front of us is where the 3rd, 4th and 5th grade classrooms are.

We spend the next hour getting the full tour of the school, from classrooms all the way down to the playgrounds both the indoor and outdoor ones. After our tour, Sofia is playing in another room while Callie and I follow Mrs. Klimek into her office.

"I just want to get a feel for what Sofia is like before I make my decision. How does she play with other children?"

"She plays well with others." Callie answers, "She has never gotten in trouble at her current daycare at Seattle Grace Hospital. She is friendly and has bubbly personality."

"Well that is good," Mrs. Klimek shakes her head and writes something down on a piece of paper. "What about eating, most preschoolers are very picky eaters. Is Sofia a picky eater?"

"Absolutely not, when it comes to food Sofia is just like this one over here." Callie points to me with a smile on her face. "She will eat anything and everything that is placed in front of her just like her mother."

Both Mrs. Klimek and Callie chuckle while Mrs. Klimek starts writing again. "I know how feel, I have a son, a daughter and a husband who just eat everything. You would think that I don't go grocery shopping when you look at my kitchen."

The room is silent for a few minutes, which makes Callie nervous. Her left hand makes it way over to my right hand and she grabs my hand while we wait for Mrs. Klimek to talk. 5 minutes later she finally stops writing and looks up from her desk and looks back and forth between Callie and I. "You can relax, Mrs. Robbins," she says to Callie. "We like Sofia and her mothers and we would be honored to have her go to school here." Callie's grip on my hand loosens and she lets out a heavy breath.

"I see that you are both surgeons with busy schedules," she starts. "Our preschool and kindergarten classes go from 8 am to 1 pm, however we do have an afterschool daycare program that goes until 6 pm. It's $9 an hour per child, if you would like to sign up for that."

"That would make life a lot easier," Callie says.

"Ok, I'll enter Sofia into the program for you, and since Sofia goes to school her if she has any younger siblings then they will be grandfathered into program regardless if she is enrolled here or not."

"Oh that's great, because we are expecting another child by May." Callie says.

"Congratulations," Mrs. Klimek says as she stands up from her desk, causing us to do the same. "I look forward to seeing Sofia here on Monday after the weekend."

We say goodbye to Mrs. Klimek and go back home for the rest of the day. Callie makes us a late lunch which is nothing but turkey sandwiches with chips and apple slices. For the rest of the afternoon Sofia, Roxie and I play outside in the back yard while Callie sits on the patio and watches us play outside.

We play outside until dinner time, after dinner we watch The Lion King and tuck in Sofia and Roxie. Callie calls it an early night and goes to sleep leaving me in the living room by myself. I wait a full 30 minutes before I get up off the couch and walk towards the window at the other end of the living room. The trees on our front lawn make it so Sadie can't see me, but I can see her perfectly.

'Are you sure you want to do this?' Tim says from my right. He is looking out the window as well.

'I don't have any other options right now.' It's the last thing I say to him before I take out my cell phone in my back pocket. I stare at it for a few seconds before I sigh to myself and dial the number to the Seattle Police department.

"Hi, I live at 3805 Hamlin St and I want to report a suspicious vehicle on my street." I start with my best fake Midwestern accent. "It's a black Mercedes. I want to say it's a C350 sport sedan. It's been parked in front of my house everyday for the past month with the same woman sitting inside of it. I didn't really think anything about it, but with the finding of those bodies I don't myself or anybody else in this neighborhood to be the next victim of The Puget Sound Butcher."

"We'll send a squad car right away ma'am."

"Thank you," I say before I hang up my phone.

Now that I have opened the door there is no turning back now. I have to make it look like Sadie Harris is The Puget Sound Butcher.