A/N: You guys can breathe easy for right now because Dr. Boswell doesn't appear until the next chapter. Whether she is good or bad is up to you and how you view her ;)
Chapter Three
When I stalk out of my room I'm not sure where I'm going because at this hospital only the department heads get their own office and Stark isn't a department head so his is somewhere around this hospital lurking and plotting his way on how kill innocent children. After two unsuccessful laps around the peds ward, I make my why over to the maternity ward which on the same floor.
I round the first corner on the floor when I caught a small glimpse of Stark as he enters one of the supply closets. The maternity ward is mainly Addison's stomping ground which means that Mark, Callie and Teddy could be on this floor, and it looks like I'm right. Standing at the nurse's station talking about I don't know what is Addison and Callie, from the 2 second glance I had in their direction it looks like they have a case together.
Without saying anything to them I just walk right past them and continue on my path to the supply closet. When I pass them I hear Callie say something, but I'm too upset to comprehend what she said.
When I get to the supply closet I practically kick the door open, not caring if I bust it in Stark's face because he was about to open the door. Unfortunately it looks like I was two seconds too early because he was just inches away from door when I kicked it open.
Stark is looking at me with wide eyes of shock as he slowly backs away from the door, while I enter the supply closet. When I fully enter the supply closet I close the door using my right foot, slamming it shut. While my right foot closes the door I take my left hand and grab is his right arm. I yank him forward using his momentum to my advantage. He goes flying towards the door hitting it with a loud thud, while I maneuver his arm right behind him and rise in the air slightly before my left hand finds its resting place right under his right armpit.
"Nobody and I mean nobody threatens my family. Do I make self-clear?" I hiss in his ear.
"Cut the crap, Robbins you don't scare. And you won't scare me into running away like you did with Sadie and Erica." Stark pauses for a moment "Yeah, that's right I've heard the stories about you and your 'temper', and guess what? I'm calling bullshit." Stark hisses back.
"I beat the shit out of Erica and she actually touched my wife, that's not enough warning for you?"
"I didn't touch Callie, your just getting pissy about your flower and picture surprise."
"So you're admitting that you are the Nyx?"
"I'm not admitting anything, I'm just stating facts" Stark replies with a smirk.
"Facts that only the Nyx and I should know, not you, unless you are the Nyx."
"You're going to have to try harder than this, Robbins. I'm not saying anything else to you." He starts to chuckle while he is still pinned up against the door.
"Well how about I test a theory," I say as push is arm upwards, causing to rotate past his range of motion. We both hear a low popping noise as his shoulder starts to dislodge itself from his socket. "How about I break your arm, and then wait and see if the Nyx shows up while you're out of commission."
"Fine, go ahead, break my arm. I only came here so I could take over your job." Stark groans the more I start to push upwards on his arm.
"See here's the thing. I'm married to an orthopedic surgeon. I know how to break your arm and make it look like an accident. It's just the two of us in this closet and my word means a lot more than yours."
Stark doesn't get the chance to respond because right when I stop talking is when someone tries to enter the supply closet. With pressure of me pushing up against his arm and the sudden pressure from the door trying to open causes him to let out a blood curdling scream. A scream that is nothing but music to my ears. When he screams the door suddenly closes and I let go of his arm and he comes crashing down to the ground holding his shoulder.
"Congratulations Dr. Stark. It looks like you get your wish. I'll play this game with you, but I can guarantee you will not like how I play, because I have the tendency to play dirty." I lean down and whisper to him before I step over him and out of the supply closet.
When my conversation with Stark is over I leave the supply closet and proceed to go downstairs to the OR where I spend most of the day in surgery with my resident Jo.
For the remainder of the week nothing eventfully happens. I spend most of my non busy days studying and stalking Jason. I'm able to follow him outside of work for an hour or two before I have to get home and help Callie tame the kids.
I've also noticed that since my little run in the Stark, in the middle of the week, has made him jumpy when I'm around, and he seems a little more paranoid. He doesn't know it yet but his life here at Seattle Grace is going to be a living nightmare.
Finally Friday roles around and Teddy and I find ourselves walking to my car, while Addison and Callie walk over to Addison's car. Mark and Lexie what to watch all of the kids tonight and Roxie, and Callie and I don't protest. We will enjoy that feature until Mark and Lexie say they have had enough.
The four of us say goodbye to each before Addison and Callie go to some café they have dying to eat at while Teddy and I go straight to the marina. When we get to my boat we both go downstairs in the haul.
Teddy sits at the table and pulls out all of her wedding stuff while I go to my secret room and get ready for my kill. After I get changed and pack up all of my supplies I leave a flustered Teddy behind in my boat. It looks today I got out of work before Jason so I just park my car closer to Jason's car and just wait for him to leave.
I'm in the parking lot for another 20 minutes before Jason comes out of hospital. He looks pissed, but happy at the same time. Instead of going home like he usually does, he drives to the other side of Seattle where Alex and Jo live. I know both Alex and Jo have the night off, and Jo pretty much lives with Alex now so there is a chance tonight might be the night he tries to kill them. Good thing I plan on getting to him first.
Jason pulls up to a BP and fills up a container worth of gas, before he drives to Alex's house. When he gets there he parks his car on the street and I do the same a few cars away from him. Now it is a waiting game. Jason is waiting for Alex and Jo to go to sleep so he can douse the house with gasoline and set it on fire, and I'm just waiting for Jason to get out of his car so I can strike.
Since Jo and Alex have to work the early shift tomorrow they call it a night around 10:30, and Jason waits another hour before he exits his car. He has his back turned towards me while he gets everything set up. While we plays with his gas canisters and puts on his protective fire gloves and boots is when I strike. I quickly and quietly sneak up behind him and inject him with M99. I close his trunk before I wrap one of his arms around my shoulder to give the allusion that he is heavily intoxicated and can't drive. Instead of putting him in my trunk I put him in the passenger sit and zip tie his hands to the door. I go back to his car and collect his things before I drive him to the remains of his first building fire an abandon warehouse that killed 12 homeless people.
I know nobody uses the building because every other day the police will patrol the area, they won't be by until tomorrow morning around 8 a.m. It takes me two hours to set up Jason's kill room, before I strap him to my table. It took an hour to get here and two hours to set everything up, so he should be getting up right about now. I wait a few minutes to see if he wakes up on his own or if I have to wake him up myself.
Looks like I have to wake him.
I grab a match from his bag and light it. I bring the flame right next to his nose, before I blow it out. The smoke from the flame finds Jason's nose and within 30 seconds Jason opens his eyes. When he realizes that he can't move is when I start to see the panic in his eye.
"Holy smokes, right." I say with a slight grin as I lean into his view. "Are you scared?" Jason starts to whine as he pleads with his eyes for me to let him go. "I bet your victims were scared, being burned alive, what a terrible way to die." I back away for a brief second to pull out a pocket knife from my back pocket. "Of course I plan on killing you with this fireman's knife so that will suck for you." I slowly open the knife revealing a different knife that is meant for a different task. "I mean look at this thing it's like a whole kill tool kit in your back pocket." I remove the tape from Jason's mouth.
Jason breathes heavily for a seconds before he opens his mouth. "I wasn't trying to kill anybody, Dr. Robbins."
"Come on, Jason. You're a smart guy. What did you think was going to happen when lit those fires?" I tap the knife against his forehead a few times.
"Okay so I didn't care about who got hurt. All I knew was that I needed to light those fires. When Jo left me for that douchebag, Alex, I just got these uncontrollable urges to light things on fire, and I would've lit Alex and that slut, Jo, on fire to but you had to stop me."
"Bullshit, I know how to manage my urges to kill. I always have plan, like now for instant, I'm going to slit your throat with this fireman's knife and then cut your body into small pieces before I dump your remains in the Neah Bay." I pause for a second, "or should I burn your remains?"
"Dr. Robbins…" Jason pauses for a moment. "Have you watched someone burn alive? There's something about it that just excites me."
"Okay, now you're creeping me out." I reply back before I take my knife and cut his throat.
I watch with complete satisfaction as he bleeds out all over the table. Once he is dead I take a drop of his blood for my collection and then proceed to cut up his body and deconstruct my kill room before I hide his remains in trunk of my car. Before I take him back to my boat I drive back to Alex's house where I get into Jason's car and drive to a more shady side of Seattle. I leave the keys in the ignition and the doors unlocked before I get out and walk back to Alex's house again. I know for a fact that by the time I get back to my car, someone will have stolen Jason's car and by morning it will be stripped down and sold for parts.
Just to be on the safe side I drive back to where I parked Jason's car and sure enough, it's gone. In about an hour I'm back on my boat with my six bags of trash. "Hey Teddy, I'm back. Do you want my keys so you can turn the air conditioning on in my car?" I ask her.
"No I'm just going to stay here, I'm on a roll right now." Teddy says back without looking up to me.
"You do know that I have a dead body on this boat right now?"
"You do know that I don't care right now?" Teddy barks back.
"Alright, don't say I didn't warn you." I say under my breath as I turn around to untie my boat from the dock and proceed to go to Neah Bay."
After I get rid of the bags and take the boat back to the dock. I join Teddy downstairs in the haul. She is flipping through a few magazines while I clean my knife and the side of my boat. I spotted a few drops of blood when I was getting rid of Jason's body. Once I get done cleaning I grab two Blue Moon's from the fridge.
"I should've said that we the three years to get married." Teddy sighs as she grabs the beer from me and leans back in the chair.
"Well when are you planning on getting married?" I ask.
"In three mouths," her response causes me to choke on my beer a little bit.
"Why so soon?"
"Addison's dream wedding is at The Red Lion Hotel overlooking the bay in the middle of October. Well apparently that is everyone's dream wedding, right now there is three year waiting list, but Addison seems to know people in high places and a few days ago someone called saying that a wedding was cancelled this upcoming October. He said if we wanted the spot, we needed to speak now. So in typical Addison fashion she spoke."
"Damn," is all I say as I take another sip of beer and Teddy does the same.
Not too soon after one beer turns to two and then two turns to three and before we know it we are both three sheets to wind. Usually I don't drink, but since I'm with Teddy and I don't need a filter around her we usually just get wasted together. Between the two of us we finish all of my Blue Moon, Woodchuck and Sam Adams. After we drink all of the beer we both pass out at table, my head is tilted backwards as I lean back against the couch/seat and Teddy has her head on the table.
The sound of movement on my boat wakes me up from my slumber. My eyes are still closed when I start to move. My foot hits Teddy's leg and Teddy just gives a slight groan before she moves a little bit as well, but unlike me she falls back asleep. "What time is it?" I say as I start to lift my head.
"It's time to get up," I hear a voice say in cold, hard anger.
I completely lift my head and look over to my left to see an angry Callie and Addison. Will Addison is trying to be mad, but she is too impressed about my boat because she has never seen it before.
"Teddy," I say as I shake her shoulder never taking my eyes off my angry wife.
"Five more minutes," Teddy groans.
"GET UP," Addison yells.
In a second Teddy has her head up, and she immediately has her eyes locked onto Addison. "We're in trouble."
"Yep," is all I say as I grab one of the beer bottles in front of me. I shake it and hear liquid inside, I'm about to take a sip when Callie snatches the bottle from my hand right before she slaps me upside the head.
"Pick up this mess, while I give Addison a tour of your boat." Callie says.
Teddy and I do as we are told while Addison and Callie talk about my boat. Callie has been on my boat several times after Teddy and I made my secret kill tool storage room and she has not been able to find it, so I'm not worried about her finding it.
Once the tour is over Addison and Teddy go home in Addison's car while Callie drives my car back home. When we get home Callie and I fall asleep almost instantly.
The next morning Mark and Lexie stop by with kids, Mark and I are playing in the living room with the kids with Lazy Town playing in background while Lexie helps Callie in the kitchen. Maybe about an hour after Mark and Lexie show up, Addison and Teddy show up. Teddy joins Mark and me in the living room with the kids and Addison goes to kitchen with Callie and Lexie.
Once everyone is here, it another 30 minutes before breakfast is ready. Today Callie made French toast, eggs, bacon, and potatoes. At the table the twins are slowly realizing that they shouldn't be playing with Callie's delicious home cooked meals before they eat. After Callie cuts up their French toast, William struggles to eat his food with his fork, while Jackie has given up hope and just throws her fork at the table before she uses her hands to eat the rest of her meal. Callie tries to stop her several times but it doesn't work, and for the first time Callie let's Jackie win this fight because for the first time in mouths Jackie is eating her food instead of playing with it.
Few minutes later, William, finishes his plate. "More?" he says looking right at Callie with his wide blue eyes.
Callie just pauses to look at him before she looks over to Sofia and me. I'm in the middle of getting Sofia a second plate before I add more food onto my plate. After I set my plate down, I just look at her with a small smile, trying to play innocent for some unknown reason. "I would have a family filled with heavy eaters." Callie says under breath before she puts more food on William's plate.
"Ahhh," Jackie screams as points to her plate while looking at Callie. Jackie hasn't really leaned the word 'more' like William so just like all the other times she wants to say something but doesn't know how to she just screams.
"They're not even 2 yet and they already want seconds." Callie whines as she puts the last piece of French toast on her plate. "They are a spitting image of you, they have your personality, and now they have your appetite. What's next?" Callie says to me.
Nothing I hope.
After breakfast, Mark is the first to leave because he has to work this morning, but has the afternoon off. About twenty minutes later, Callie, Teddy, Addison and Lexie leave for their sunrise yoga class. Callie has always been a fan of yoga, and I've always been a fan of her doing yoga because the sex positions we get into are mind blowing. I will never go to yoga, but I fully support my wife going whenever she wants. After Teddy got shot, and Addison, Lexie and Mark's plane crash, Callie told the four of them to do yoga because it will help them get there strength back after their physical therapy was over.
Ever since the five took their first yoga class together they have been doing it every week, together. With Mark at work and ladies at yoga, I get stuck with babysitting duty which isn't that bad. We have a marathon of Blue's Clues and The Fairly OddParents. The weather outside today is going to the high 90s, and right now it's 11:30 in the morning and it already in the high 80s.
With the temperature being so high, the kids and I decide to take advantage of the Christmas gift Callie's parents got us last year. Mr. Torres noticed how big our backyard was, and being from Miami he wasn't used to coming to house that didn't have a built in swimming pool. So last Christmas, Mr. and Mrs. Torres bought and built us a swimming pool. In the course of a year they rebuilt our patio and added a 36 by 20 foot swimming pool, and we still have enough grass in the back yard to run around and play in if we want.
After the four of us change we spend the rest of morning playing in the swimming pool. Sofia knows how to swim on her own so she doesn't need the floaties around her arms, however, the twins don't know how to swim on their own so we stay in the shallow end with floaties around their arms.
Roxie now knows how to sit, lie down, roll over, play dead, and speak, but ever since we got our new pool, Sofia and I have taught her a new trick, which is swim. So currently Roxie is in the pool with us swimming around. Sofia and I are being bullies as we play monkey in middle, between the two of us we are throwing a small tennis ball back and forth with the twins and Roxie in the middle trying to get the ball.
We are only in the pool for about an hour when the girls come back home. Callie immediately goes over to the grill and turns it on to make lunch while Addison, Teddy and Lexie change into their swimsuits and join the kids and me in the pool.
In the course of an hour while everyone plays in the pool, Callie grills hamburgers and hot dogs and makes homemade potato salad and lemonade for us. By the time she tells us that lunch is ready is the same time Mark comes back to the house.
Just like breakfast, the twins ask for seconds while Sofia and I have about three helpings of food. We all manage eat everything that Callie has put in front of us. As Callie and I clean the table I see the gears turning in her head, she is already planning dinner and how much she needs to cook because just like feared the kids and I are eating everything in sight.
"I can do the dishes, go back outside and have fun with the kids." Callie says as she fills one side of the sink with water.
"Are you sure? I feel bad that you are always cooking." I say as I set on last of plates on the counter.
"Positive, this won't take long." She says to me.
Callie goes back to washing to the dishes as I take one last glance at her. Her parent's somewhat strict Catholic up bring is starting to show. I missed the fallout when she told her parents that she liked woman, but by the time I came into Callie's life they were fine with the fact that their youngest daughter was bi sexual. According to Callie, Addison set them straight at dinner when they went on vacation a few years ago to get over Erica's dramatic exit from her life. Since Addison and Callie are bi sexual I wonder if they have ever had sex? So much hotness in one room, I'm pretty sure the world would explode, but I digress.
When I wanted to marry Callie, I had to be all formal about it. I had to ask Mr. Torres for his permission first, and then we had to do the Catholic marriage counseling before we could get married in a Catholic church, because that was what Mrs. Torres wanted. After that without really saying it, Mrs. Torres taught her daughters through subliminal messages that they should always cook and clean for their man, well in Callie's case woman. Callie has never complained and she is an amazing cook, but I've always felt guilty that she works 8 hour shifts only to come home and make dinner for people who have bottomless pits for a stomach.
I return from the house to find Mark and Lexie in the pool playing with the kids and Roxie while Teddy and Addison are still sitting at the table. It seems like I just sat down when Callie comes to join us at the table.
"So, with the wedding right around the corner I'm guessing that it will be a small get together, instead of the large wedding you originally wanted Addie." Callie says as she sits right next to me.
"No it will still be large because I'm going to call Dan tomorrow and change the wedding date, I'll wait the three years before it's our turn." Addison says to Callie.
Her reaction causes Teddy and me to give her a perplex look. "Why the change, sweetheart?" Teddy asks.
"All these gay murders and rapes that have been going on for the past three months, I love you Teddy, but I don't want us to get hurt because someone is narrow minded and shallow."
"Aww sweetheart, I'm sure the police will find this guy and arrest him." For a brief second Teddy looks over to me, and that is all it takes for me to get the message. She wants me to be the one that gets rid of this killer, and I will happily do it for her.
After Teddy's comment the table gets quiet for moment, Callie, Teddy and Addison are looking at me while trying to hide the grins on their faces. Before I can question the sudden change in attitude I get a splash of cold water over my head and down my back. I turn around to see Mark and William holding a bucket giggling and high fiving each other.
"Oh so you want to play?" I say as I get up from my seat.
"Run Will," Mark says as they both stop laughing and takeoff for the yard. I chase the two of them around the yard for a few minutes before I have them cornered by the trees and bushes that separate our yard from our neighbor's yard.
I'm about to get William when I feel another rush of water over my head and back. This time when I turn around, it's Jackie and Callie holding the bucket. Ignoring Mark and William I start to chase after Callie and Jackie. Jackie is able to escape my reach, but Callie is not so lucky. I grab onto Callie's arms and lightly yank her back towards me. I use her momentum to lift her up in my arms. I have her in one of those typical wedding type lifts when the groom picks up the bride. With Callie in my arms I start walk towards the pool, and soon Callie realizes what's about to happen.
"No, no, no, Arizona don't," Callie pleads as she tries to squirm her way out of my arms. "I don't have a swimsuit on, and throwing me in the pool would not be very nice."
"Pouring a bucket of water over my head isn't very nice either." I say to her calmly before I look down at her wide pleading eyes. "Puppy dog eyes won't save you Calliope."
"Please, please, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She chants as she starts to pepper my face with kisses.
Right when we get to edge of pool by the deep end I stop and look at her. "You're really sorry?" I ask.
Callie shakes her head yes and starts to relax when she sees me debating whether or not to throw her in the pool. "Ok I guess I can forgive you just this once," I say as I start to turn us around away from the pool.
"Really?"
"No," with Callie still in my arms I turn back around and jump in pool.
"ARIZONA!" Callie screams as we both hit the water. I just stand there in the pool laughing while Callie screams, splashes water, and hits me a few times.
When Callie is done yelling at me she gets out and goes inside to change before rejoining us at the pool. We spend the rest of the day outside playing and when it gets dark outside is when we call it a day and go inside. As everyone gets cleaned up, Callie calls Luigi's and orders two large white pizzas for dinner. By the time everyone is cleaned up and back downstairs is when the pizza arrives. We eat in the living room while watching The Lion King, but the activities from the pool has us all tired and by the middle of the movie we are all passed out in the living room.
I get one more day off while everyone else has a full day of work, today. After breakfast when everyone leaves I find myself downstairs with the kids watching the Disney channel. Well they are watching the Disney channel while I lay on the couch with my iPad reading about Seattle's mystery homophobic murderer. For an hour I come up empty handed as I read one depressing story after another about these young and some old people who have been murder because they love someone that is the same sex. I'm about to call it quits and make lunch for my three little monsters when something inside of me slaps me in the face.
The common denominator between all of these couples is their engagement and wedding photos. They were taken by Kessler photography. With this new piece of information I go to the Kessler photography website. As I take the time to look through the website I find nothing weird about it. They are small upcoming business with 10 employees that look like they are best friends. They have a small employee tab in the upper right hand corner of the screen which gives me a small bio of their company and each employee.
As I read through each employee bio nothing seems out of the ordinary, until I get to a Marcus Patterson. Marcus is a white male with shaved blonde hair. He has a round face and body; he is flirting with line of being overweight. I guess in a few mouths if he keeps his current living habits up then he will become overweight, which means a lot more heavy lifting on my part. The only thing that makes him a suspect to me is the fact that he might be religious, because he has a biblical quote in his bio.
I know I shouldn't judge a book by its cover because not all religious are against gay people, but it never hurts to check him out. Before I can type his name into Google, William stands up from the floor and turns around to face me. He doesn't say anything as his calm face starts to contort and he looks like he is going to cry. This only means one thing, he is currently going to bathroom in his diaper and he is upset about it because he wants to big kid like his sisters and use the toilet.
"It's okay little man," I say as I close my iPad and pick him up before I take him upstairs. It only takes me 5 minutes to change his diaper. When his diaper is changed he goes back to watching TV and I go back to cyber stalking Marcus.
The more I look into Marcus the more I see that my hunch is right. Marcus is very religious, and is very against gays and gay marriage. His public Facebook is very vocal about his beliefs. He believes that all gay people should be rounded up, put on an island and murdered. I leave his Facebook page because he is slowly starting to piss off. So I switch back to his bio on the Kessler website and reread his bio. 'I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.' – Philippians 4:13.
'I can kill Marcus Patterson through my dark passenger who controls me.' – Arizona 2:17.