Chapter Twelve
When I get back to the boat I see that it is quiet and most of the lights are turned off. I look over to right side to see that my bedroom door open and the light on my nightstand still on. When I enter the room I see that Lauren is nowhere to be found. I turn back round to face the kitchen when I hear movement coming from behind me.
"Hey," Lauren says in a low raspy voice with a smile hint of smile.
"Hey," I say back.
"Seeing how I won't have you around in Boston I thought it would it better if I continued sleeping by myself until my brother in law gets here."
"Oh, ok," is all I say when I feel a sadness wash over me when I hear that Lauren is officially leaving. We don't say anything else to each other and go to our separate rooms. When I change out of my clothes and lay in my bed I just stare at the ceiling just thinking to myself. I'm not attracted to Lauren, but I liked being around her and helping her because when I was with her I forgot about all my problems with Callie and I was able to get my fix on killing without bringing the Thumb Print Killer out to play. Because I'm convinced that if I didn't find or help Lauren when I did I would have been out control killing whoever crossed my path. When Lauren leaves tomorrow will I become the Thumb Print Killer again because the only person that has control over the Thumb Print Killer is Callie, and I seem to be digging the hole deeper between the two of us.
It's around 1 in the morning when I finally fall asleep. With Lauren's problem out of the way, my mind is back on Callie 100%, which can be viewed as both good and bad. When I get up at 6 o'clock, like usual Lauren is still sleeping, and I take a quick shower before I make a cup of coffee and an English muffin to go.
I think it's pretty pointless for me to say that everyone in hospital knows about my blow up in yesterday's meeting. I get awkward stares and a few head nods from the staff as I go upstairs to get changed into my scrubs.
Once I'm changed I start to go upstairs to the peds floor to go over the schedule and start rounds but one of the TVs in one of the waiting rooms gets my attention. A plane crashed at Seattle-Tacoma International Airport. The plane was a nonstop service to Orlando International Airport, which means two things. The ER is about to be busy and so is the peds department. A plane going to Orlando will have a lot of kids on it because I'm willing to bet that their parents were taking them to Disney.
The sound of my pager beeping brings my attention away from the TV. I'm right about peds being busy today because my page is to the ER for multiple incoming traumas. Most of the staff is already downstairs in the ER when I arrive, but since I'm the head of the department I'm moved all the way to front of the crowd with the rest of the department heads.
Even though most of us have seen this plane crash on the news, Owen gives us a debrief anyways. However his debrief is cut short when 7 ambulances start coming down the loading bay.
Almost simultaneously the back doors open and the paramedics start yelling vitals and injuries of their patient. Myself and the other department head starts calling for our residents as we pass off each patient making sure each person goes to the appropriate department first.
When one ambulance leaves another quickly takes it place. This routine continues for another 2 hours, before the department heads go downstairs to assist in any surgeries that are taking place because of this crash.
The ER and trauma bays are completely over loaded and waiting room is filled to the brim with people. Some are loved ones checking on their family members and some are people who actually came in to see a doctor. When I get to the OR floor, I see that every scheduled surgery has been cancelled and that every OR is completely taken. The usual turnaround time to properly clean an OR in this hospital is about 20 to 30 minutes, but thanks to Owen's emergency management plan, today it has been reduced to about 10 minutes, because he has a special reserve staff set up to clean and only clean the OR when a surgery is completed.
Just like ambulances when one surgery is done it is quickly taken by the next person. The only difference is the severity of the patient depends on who gets the OR first.
For 5 straight hours I move back and forth between ORs helping Alex, Jo and Morgan with their surgeries and I'm even asked to assist with other surgeons from other departments. It's around 3:30 in the afternoon when the plane crash craziness is over. I find myself walking upstairs looking for the closest on call room because the lack of sleep last night is finally starting to catch up with me.
Instead of taking the stairs I chose to take the elevator. I walk past the main entrance of the hospital when I hear someone call my name.
"Arizona,"
I slowly turn my head to the left to see Lauren standing there with a male, which I assume to be her brother in law. He's about the same height as Lauren with a slight lean body build. He has a little scruff around his face with short dark brown hair, a square chin and a semi round nose with brown eyes.
"I know you're busy, but I thought I would stop by and say that my brother in law is here and we are going to be leaving soon." Lauren says to me.
I just smile at her before I turn my attention her brother in law. "Hi, I'm David Nelson," he says in a mid-range voice as he reaches forward to shake my hand.
"Arizona Robbins," I say back.
"No need to introduce yourself, Lauren has told me all about you and how you helped her cope with everything while the police worked her case." David says with a slight smile. "I still can't believe that they got away."
I give myself a sigh of relief when I hear that Lauren hasn't spilled the beans about why nobody is doing anything about these men.
"David and I are getting ready to leave and I wanted to say goodbye and thank you for all of your help while I was here." Lauren says when she leans in for hug.
"It was my pleasure," I say as I hug her back.
"If you're ever in Boston feel free to look me up." She says as we both back away from each other.
"Thanks again," David says with another handshake. "I own a private charter jet company out on the east coast, and if I'm lucky we'll be here on the west coast very soon." David starts as he pulls out a business card. "Whenever you or family want to travel anywhere, Europe and Asia included, give me call. Your flight will always be on the house."
"Thanks," I say as I wave goodbye to both of them. I look down and read the card as I make my way to upstairs to my usual on call room between the peds and maternity ward. Blue Star Jets, private jet charter flights to over 10,000 airports in the US, Europe, Asia, Caribbean and Latin America. David Nelson CEO and G6 captain (617) 451- 1421.
I put the card in my pocket before I enter my usual on call room. I open the door and a smile crosses my lips when I see that it is empty. I enter the room and close the door before I take off my lab coat and scrub top and toss them on the chair to my right. I lay down on the single twin bed in the room. I feel sleep start to take over my body when I hear the door open. I forgot to lock the door, fuck.
"Taken," is all I say, but it would seem like whoever has entered the room doesn't seem to be listening to me because I hear the door close and lock followed by movement coming towards me. "What part of…" I'm cutoff when I feel a warm body come up and curl up next to me. I'm about to push this person away but the mixture of lavender and vanilla flood my senses and in a moment I know it's Callie.
Her left arm wraps itself around my waist and her head rests itself perfectly on my breast. She brings me in closer before I hear her sniff and not too soon after I start to feel the tears as they drop down on to my chest.
"Make me stop loving you." Callie whispers into my chest. My response to her is me wrapping my left arm around her bring her even closer to me. "Cheating, drug dealer, hell even a drug addict are things I can live with, and I'm willing to look the other way. But not killing, I can't bend for you when I know you enjoy killing people for the fun of it." The room is quiet for about 10 minutes while Callie continues to hold on to me while she cries. "I want to hate you and have nothing to do with you, but I can't let you go because I love you too much."
"Is it really that hard to look away?" I question. "My family does it."
"I'm not like your family," Callie replies back. "I truly love and care for you. I'm going to look the other way while you continue to ruin your life. I care if something happens to you; I will be crushed if someone outsmarts you and kills you one day. I don't want you to be arrested, and have you forced to watch your kids grow up for an hour everyday because you're behind bars. Please, Arizona, I'm on my hands and knees begging you to stop for me. If not for me, do it for your children."
"Callie,"
"PLEASE," Callie's scream is mixed in with a whine. "Maybe I can help you? Together the two of us could come up with a way to make you stop. This one thing is all I'm asking. I swear to God I will never ask for another thing else if you do this for me."
I don't say anything to her as I just continue to stare at the ceiling.
Callie picks up on my silence and starts to cry harder as her nails start to dig themselves into my waist. "Why? Why won't you do this for me? I thought you loved me?"
"I do," I reply back quickly.
"Then why won't you change for me?" Callie says between sobs. "Why?"
That's a good question. Why I'm I being stubborn right now? I've wanted to change so many times in the past, and I would have said yes in heartbeat if she asked me to change a year ago, but why I'm not willing to change now? Is it because I have finally expected the fact that this is what I will always be, a killer. Nothing more and nothing less.
I never answer Callie's question, and she never calls me out on it as she continue cry into my chest. Callie ends up crying herself to sleep still wrapped up in my arms. Callie's even breathing against my bare skin and her calm and soothing barely there snoring causes me to drift off to sleep as well.
The two of us are passed out for 2 hours before the sound of both of our pagers pull us out of our sleep. Callie sits up and turns to the edge of the bed as she puts her shoes back on. She is kind of blocking the only exit off bed so I just sit up on my side waiting for her to move. She wipes away a few stray tears before she turns around to look at. I can see the internal struggle she is having with herself. She wants to kiss me, but like she said before she also wants to walk away. Finally a side wins and she just gets up from the bed and walks over towards the door. She looks back at me one more time before she says, "why can't I just walk away from you?"
I don't respond back, and even if I did Callie doesn't say long enough to hear my answer. After Callie goes down to ortho I put my scrub top back on and grab my lab and take the two short steps over to the peds ward.
When I get to peds it would seem that all 7 kids that we had on the critical list are crashing at the same time. The doctors and nursing staff run thin for about another 2 hours trying our best to stabilize our patients, however 3 out of 7 kids needed to be rushed back into surgery and the rest were stabilized. Out of the 7 crashing kids, we only had 1 die. It was an 8 year old boy who had a brain aneurysm that Derek couldn't get to in time.
After the kids are stabilized and I do my end of the day rounds, I'm forced to clock in overtime. Owen wants all the paperwork for everyone that was involved in the plane crash, and I have to write another report about each patient and give it to the National Transportation Safety Board before I go home. So in total I'm at the hospital until 9 o'clock at night.
On my way back to the boat I get a little sad knowing that I won't be coming home to anyone. I did enjoy Lauren's company, and now that Teddy has Addison I'm back to the way how things were before I met Callie, I'm completely alone. I've always enjoyed being alone but with addition of Callie and Teddy in my life, I've actually learned how to love having company, and I miss it.
The entire way to my boat I'm on autopilot so it takes me about 45 minutes to get home. When I step into the haul of my boat I'm expecting to be completely alone, however, I'm not. The light is on in my kitchen, but when I look to my left where the guest bedrooms are, I see compete darkness. When I look to my right were my master bedroom is I see that the light is on and sitting right in the middle on the edge of my bed is Callie.
She is looking down at her lap, playing with her wedding ring and necklace. I left them on top of my dresser so she really didn't have snoop around for them. I don't know why I care about her snooping now because she already knows that I'm a serial killer.
Callie is still focused on the ring and necklace in her hand, she doesn't even hear or notice me when I step into the room. "Hey…you," I say in a soft whisper.
Callie doesn't anything to me as her chocolate brown eyes meet my ocean blue eyes, without taking our eyes off each other Callie lightly tosses the ring and necklace on the dresser before she slowly makes her way over towards me. We continue to stare at each before Callie's hands come up to the bottom of my shirt. She starts to lift my shirt up but she does from front. The front part of my shirt is up and over my head making it so it has to slide down my back causing my arms and hands to rotate towards my back. When my shirt reaches my wrists Callie leaves it there turning my shirt into makeshift handcuffs.
Her hands slide around to the front of my body as she traces through the indents of my abs, her hands slide between the valley of my breasts before she plays briefly with my Valentine's Day necklace. Her hands play with both sides of my collarbone before they slide up my neck and over my jawbone. Her hands then cup my face while her thumbs gently slide back and forth over my lips a few times before she finally leans in for a deep and long open mouth kiss.
Soon one kiss turns into multiple kisses, and I can feel her tongue as it explores my mouth and not too soon after my tongue does the same. Without ever taking her lips off of mine, Callie manages to turn us around so my back is facing the bed. She pushes up against me causing me lose balance and fall on the bed, and she falls on top of me. Her hands are on either side of head, and I feel her right hand slide back down my body. They pause briefly at wrists, even though I can't see her, I can feel the internal struggle about untying my hands. She chooses to leave my hands tied behind my back and her right hand continues down its path where it stops at the hem of my jeans. Without removing her lips from mine her thumb starts to flirt with the hem of pants. To help encourage her I spread my legs a little wider for her hoping that she will get the point.
She doesn't because her hand stops flirting with my pants, and she starts to bring it back up my body. "No," I somewhat whine, "don't stop Callie, please."
"I have to, because this isn't right," Callie says as she breaks off our kiss. She rests her forehead on mine while she catches her breath, "but I can't, and I hate that." Callie growls before her hands slip down under my jeans and she thrust three fingers inside of me without any warning.
"Callie," I gasp at the unexpected and welcome surprise. My head rolls back into the pillow and my eyes slam shut as Callie makes hard and deep thrust. "Callie," I moan.
"Shut up," Callie growls as she continues to thrust into me. I cutoff my next moan and bite my lower lip to keep myself from saying or doing anything that might upset Callie even more. After a few thrust Callie starts to put her hips into action as well.
Even though it's been a few months since I've had sex or gotten off by myself, it still takes some time because Callie refuses to touch me. Usually her thumb likes to play with my clit, or her hand or mouth will play with breasts and nipples, and she usually licks and nips at certain areas on my body, but not today, not right now. The lack of extra pleasure is making itself know by prolonging an orgasm I never realized I needed until now.
I decide to take things into my own hands and I lift my legs and wrap them around her waist trying to pull her in deeper. When my legs are around her waist, Callie manages to balance herself perfectly on knees without missing a beat while her left hand leaves its resting place by the side of my head. Her hand reaches behind her and she violently removes my legs from her body making it perfectly clear that she doesn't want me to touch her. The only touching she wants at the moment is her three fingers slamming into me over and over again.
The room is quiet expect of the panting of Callie as she continues to thrust inside of me. Finally after what seems like forever in my eyes, I finally come. When I do come, it's silent because of Callie's request. Callie doesn't prolong the orgasm, or does anything loving when she is done, she just rolls off of me breathless.
For 10 minutes we both just lay on our backs facing the ceiling catching our breath. I turn my head to left the face Callie. "Callie," I say in low voice.
"What part of shut up did you not understand?" Callie snaps.
I don't say or doing anything else as I turn my head to face the ceiling once more. We are quit for another 10 minutes, and that is when I feel the events from the today start to take a toll on my body. My brain tries to fight to stay awake just in case Callie does want to talk, but my body says otherwise. I try so hard to fight it, but it doesn't work and my body wins and I end up falling asleep.
My internal clock doesn't go off at 6 o'clock like usual. The combination of Callie staring at me and the sunlight hitting my face is what wakes me from my slumber. My hands are still tied behind my back and at some point during the night I managed to roll over on my stomach. My head is turned away from Callie at the moment and my blonde hair is scattered all over my face.
I give a slight groan when I feel the soreness in my shoulders and arms from being tied up all night. I start to move my arms freeing themselves from my shirt when I feel Callie's hands on my wrist. "Leave it on." Callie's voice is low and monotone.
"My arms and shoulders hurt right now." I say with my face still facing away from Callie.
"Yeah, will now you know how I fell after finding out you have been lying to me ever since I met you." Callie hisses, "So man the fuck up and deal with it."
I don't say anything as I roll my head and bury my face into my pillows as I turn to sit myself up on the bed. I winch slightly from the pain before I give a small groan. I lean my head back on the headboard as we just sit there in silence for a few minutes.
Finally I decide that I can't take the discomfort in my shoulder and arms and remove the makeshift handcuffs from my wrists and throw my shirt out the door and into the kitchen. "I thought I said leave the shirt on." Callie somewhat yells at me.
"Oh get over it; emotional pain and physical pain are two completely different things. And since I don't want to be in any emotional pain I could never hurt you physically and live with myself afterwards." I bark back as I massage my right shoulder.
"Oh but you can hurt me emotionally and be perfectly fine with that."
"No, that takes a toll on me as well." I reply back almost immediately, "Where do you think the Thumb Print Killer came from."
"You're seriously blaming your obsession with killing on me?" Callie yells somewhat disgusted.
"Just my violent unforgiving side."
Callie just shakes her in disgust, "well since I can't seem to walk away from you, how about you do me the favor and just move away. Go to another city or state, hell go to another country. That way nobody has die because me, because this all my fault." Callie hisses.
"I can't," I scream at her. "Just like you, can't walk away. I wish I could, oh god I wish I could, but it's never going to happen."
We sit there in silence for a few minutes before Callie breaks the silence between us. "Then stop killing people. I want to let you back in the house and back in my life, but I don't want you back if you're going out at night killing people."
I take a moment to think about Callie's request, "if that's the case then let me know when the kids are gone so I can get the rest of my stuff."
Callie lets out a loud gasp, "how could you say that after you just told that you couldn't walk away from me. You're giving up when you haven't even tried."
"Believe me, Callie, I've tried."
"Let me help you," Callie says in a soft voice, and for the first time she turns her head to the right to face me, but I refuse to turn my head to the left to look at her.
"What makes you so special? You don't know what it like is to get the urge to kill. This isn't some drug addiction that goes away after a few mouths of not doing it."
"I'm special because I know about you, and I'll be there for you when you need me. Maybe I can help talk down so you don't get that urge…" Callie pauses for a moment, "to kill."
"Teddy and I tried that 4 years ago, and look at where that has gotten me." I say as I finally turn my head to face my wife.
Callie eyes get wide from the statement I just made. She turns her head back to facing in front of her and I do the same before she sinks down a little bit and lets out a sob. "How…how long has Teddy known?"
"Four years," I say it nonchalantly but my voice is in soft whisper. "She walked in on me leaving my signature thumb print calling card in one of her neighbors apartments four years ago when you were in the hospital after the car crash." I take a moment to look down at my hands and massage my wrist a little bit as well. "At first she wanted to be like you and help overcome this, and it worked for all of 5 minutes."
"What happened?" Callie asks through the occasionally sniff.
"She was dating that behavioral neuropsychiatrist Andrew Perkins at the time. He was called away to Texas for about 12 weeks and asked if she could watch his dog, Tucker." I start out, "We took turns walking him during our lunch breaks when one of us was free. It was a Thursday afternoon when I was walking him. We were outside by the building he was peeing when the president of homeowner's association came up me. He started telling me that there were leash laws and that Tucker constantly violated that law which was untrue. Tucker was always on a leash when we took him out, because Teddy added jogging into my no kill therapy. And then he accused us not picking up after him when he took a shit, also untrue. All my pent up rage and anger from not killing plus that asshole accusing me of shit I didn't do finally made me snap. We were walking into the parking garage where there were no camera's, when I let him walk in front me. When he got in front of me was when I snapped neck. I was lucky that it was a work day and nobody was around and my car was parked close by so I put his body in my trunk, put Tucker back in Teddy's apartment and got rid of the man's body. It was about two weeks later when his wife showed up on Teddy's doorstep asking questions about his disappearance. She put two and two together and then decided to give up. She knows I'm still the same person she befriended, she just chooses to look the other way when I want alone time for my hobby."
Once again silence fills the room for a few minutes before Callie speaks again. "I'm not Teddy, I don't give up and I refuse to give up on you."
"Callie," I cutoff in soft whisper.
"Please, Arizona." Callie moves over to straddle my waist. "Let me try, I love you too much to give up on you." Callie whispers while her hands cup my face and she rests her forehead against mine.
"What happens when it doesn't work and I kill one of our neighbors by accident?" I question when I raise my hands and rest them on either side of her hips.
"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," Callie's right hand slides under my chin as she raises it so I'm looking at her. "Hopefully we won't get to it. You said it perfectly a month ago we just have to take this one day at a time." Callie says before she leans in for kiss. The kiss lasts for a few seconds before she starts to back away, but I lean forward not wanting it to end, and she grants my wish and soon one kiss turns to multiple kisses.
Our multiple kisses turns into a high school make out session complete with groping and heavy petting. 15 minutes into this make out session Callie's phone alarm goes off, and backs away from me. "mmm," Callie moans as she reaches over to the nightstand to stop her alarm. "The first part of your serial killer rehab program, yoga."
"Look I'm willing to try and stop killing for you and our children, and I'll do your rehab program no questions asked. But, Fuck. Yoga."…
"You can use my old mat and since you've never done yoga you can use my blocks, because I don't think you can do some of the moves that we do." Callie says as hands me a small bag filled with yoga stuff.
This is some bull shit.
I don't say anything as I take the bag with small smile. "Yoga helps me relax; maybe it might do same for you." Callie says with a small smile before she kisses me on the cheek.
Killing helps relax, I don't say that to Callie and instead I just sigh to myself before I follow her upstairs to Sound Yoga.
When we enter the yoga room we see Lexie, Mark, Addison and Teddy already there in the back of the room right in the middle. Mark and Lexie are on the far left side with Addison next Mark and Teddy is on the far right side at the end. I take my bag and walk over to Teddy, we just look at each other both of us have blank faces at each other. After I set up next to Teddy on my left, Callie sets up her stuff on my right side.
I just follow Callie's lead and take off my shoes and socks and just sit on my mat staring at myself in the mirrored wall in the front of the classroom. "Sorry, I'm late guys." A mellow voice says from the doorway.
I turn my attention to a middle age woman with long dark brown hair that hasn't been touch by a brush or comb for at least 6 mouths. "I see some new faces," the woman says as she looks at me and another girl in front of the classroom. "I don't have time for formal introduction so I'll just introduce myself, I'm Rachel." She says as she holds both of her hands to her chest and gives me and this other girl a smile. I just end up being polite and smile back at Rachel.
"Alright let's get started," Rachel starts. "Let's sit on mats with our feet out in front of us and how about we close our eyes and take a few deep breaths. In through our nose and out through our mouth. While channel our inner spirit let's put our healing hand on any part of the body that needs to be stretched." The room is quiet for a few seconds, expect for the deep breaths by everyone in the studio. "Ok, I see some knees, shoulders, chest and back, looks like we'll have a 75 minute full body workout."
75 fucking minutes, oh sweet Jesus this is going to be ruff.
"Alright guys let's take a few more deep breaths before we move into our first pose. Let's inhale through our nose filling our lungs with as much oxygen as they can hold, and then let's hold our breath for a second before we exhale through our mouth. As we exhale I want you to feel your diaphragm as it relaxes and as your abdominals start to contract. Once all the air is gone let's repeat the process again and take big inhale."
We spend a few minutes breathing before Rachel opens her mouth again, "ok let's get into our first pose the big toe, lets stand on the edge of our mats and without bending your legs reach down towards your toes feeling that stretch in your back and in your hamstrings. Now if you can't touch your toes that's ok you can use your blocks for support or you could just reach down until you can't go any further. Let's hold this pose for about 5 breaths before we move on."
Five breaths later…
"Alright rise up and raise our hands above our heads before we slide our right foot behind us. Now let's open up our thighs and turn our shoulders so they are parallel with our pelvis and lower arms so they are parallel with ground…"
This is the dumbest thing I've done. However, a quick glance at Callie's loving smile reminds me of why I'm doing this.
75 minutes later my torture is over, kind of. After class Rachel comes up to me, to formally introduce herself. "Hello, I'm Rachel," she says to me with smile as she extends her hand for a hand shake.
"Hi, I'm Arizona," I reply as I shake her hand. Rachel is wearing red tank top with black yoga pants.
"It's nice to meet you. So where do you usually practice your yoga?"
"Umm," I start out looking over towards Callie who is packing up her things. "I don't, this is my first class."
"Really?" Rachel says shocked.
"Yeah," I just smile and shake my head slightly.
"You're really good for a beginner; you preformed those poses perfectly the first time which is why I thought you've done this before."
"Nope," is all I say before we enter a round of awkward silence, but thankfully Mark and Addison come to the rescue when they start asking questions about certain poses.
After class the six of us go our separate ways when Callie says she wants to alone time with me and the kids.
After a 30 minute drive back to the house, we enter the door. The house is quiet until we hear laugher coming from the basement.
The two of us walk downstairs to see the kids playing with Gloria. Well not really playing, Sofia is sitting at the small table coloring in her oversized Disney princess coloring book with Roxie laying right next her, while Gloria chases twins who are both completely naked. I don't say anything as I look over towards Callie.
Callie just shakes her head automatically knowing why I'm looking at her. "Somehow William has convinced his sister that clothes are not cool." After Callie's commit is when the twins around the corner that is in front of the stairs. At the moment Jackie is chasing her older brother. Right as William passes me is when I reach down and scoop him up into my arms and Callie does the same for Jackie right when she passes her. The last person to round the corner is Gloria our nanny. In her right hand she is holding William's clothes and in her left hand she is holding Jackie's clothes.
When she sees up holding the twins she has a look of panic on her face, but before we can address her, Jackie tries to wiggle out of Callie's arms and climb into mine. "Mommy," she whines as manages to grab onto my jacket sleeve.
"Jackie," Callie starts to scold as she gets a better grip.
"Mommy!" Sofia yells as she and Roxie get up and come running over towards me. Sofia squeezes my left leg while Roxie jumps on my right leg with her tail wagging.
"Hey baby girl," I say as lean down to give her a hug before I turn to pat Roxie on the head. "Little man," I turn my attention to my son who is pretty much a spitting image of me with a small mixture of Callie.
Jackie lets out a small scream when Callie refuses to let her go. "I haven't forgotten about my little princess." I say as I get up and lean in to kiss Jackie on the cheek. After I give her a kiss on the cheek is when Jackie manages to escape Callie's grip and jump into my arms.
"Jacqueline…" Callie starts.
"It's okay Callie, I've got them." I say before I look over to Gloria and realize that both of my hands are full to take the clothes from her. I maneuver closer to Callie before I hand her Jackie for a second. "Please hold," I say before I throw William over my shoulder and then grab Jackie so she is resting on my right hip. My typical twin carrying technique, with the twins like this I'm able to walk over to Gloria and grab both Jackie and William's clothes. With the twins still in my hands I start to walk upstairs to get clean diapers and put the twins' clothes back on. Sofia and Roxie join me on my journey upstairs while Callie pays Gloria.
Since I'm dealing with two naked babies it takes me twice as long to get their clothes back on. Once I get their clothes on the four of us go back into the basement with Callie and play for a few hours. Callie and Sofia are at the table coloring while Jackie, William and I rough house on the open carpet. Around 4:30 Callie gets up to go upstairs to make dinner. When Callie leaves is when Jackie, William and I start to calm down and we join Sofia at the table and start drawing with her.
About an hour later Callie calls us for dinner, tonight she made pork with mashed potatoes and asparagus. The five, well four because Callie never had an appetite like mine and now our kids, eat everything that is on the table. William has gotten better at using his folk but his little sister is still struggling but not as bad as she was before Callie kicked me out of the house.
After dinner we watch Toy Story before we call it a night. Sofia changes and tucks herself in bed with Roxie before Callie goes to put Jackie down for the night and I go to put William down of the night.
I get him changed and I'm about to put him in his crib when he lets out a whine. "What's wrong little man?" I ask.
"Char-ree" William whines.
"Charlie," I say to myself as I back away from his crib looking for William's favorite blue teddy bear that Addison bought him.
After looking in his room for a few minutes when I see that it is not upstairs. So I set out and look high and low all over the house for Charlie. After about 10 minutes of looking I finally find Charlie downstairs in the basement next to a small blue collar. Bend down and pick up both the bear and collar. The collar is too small to be Roxie's, plus Roxie's collar is a mixture of black and hot pink. A closer look at the collar shows the same the design as the nametag I found the other day.
"Hey did you find Charlie?" Callie says as she comes downstairs looking for me.
"Just did," I say as I hold up the bear. I manage to hide the collar in my back pocket before Callie notices.
"Go give it to him before he wakes up Jackie because he is starting to cry."
I don't say anything to her before I run upstairs and go back to William's room. When I enter the doorway I see a very upset William standing up looking at the door.
"Hey don't cry little man, look at what I have." I say as I pull Charlie out from behind my back.
"Char-ree," William says as he holds out his arms.
"Charlie," I repeat as I pick him up and lift him out of his crib.
William grabs Charlie before he curls up in a ball in my arms cuddling with his teddy bear. I spend another 10 minutes pacing around before William finally falls asleep. After I put William back in his crib I join Callie in the master bedroom. She is in the bathroom, so I just go into the walk in closet and change into my pajamas. When I return I see Callie lying in bed, more importantly she is lying on my side of the bed, the right side which happens to be closer to the door.
"Sorry, habit." Callie says with a light smile. "I started sleeping on your side of the bed because I missed you and it still smelled like you when you gone."
I just give Callie a small knowing smile, because I can see right through her lie. "Or you want to sleep on that side because that would mean I would have to pass by you if I wanted to sneak out to kill somebody, and you don't trust me enough right now so you're doing the next best thing which is to block the exit." Callie's face drops a little when I call her out. "It's okay, I wouldn't trust me either." I say as I get into Callie's side of the bed.
When I get into the bed, Callie turns her back towards me before she backs ups into me silently telling me that she wants to cuddle. I just smile to myself as I turn to face her and wrap my arm around her waist. When my hand makes it to her front she grabs it and entwines our fingers together. Callie doesn't cuddle unless she is upset, so I know this is just her way of keeping an eye on me, because unless it involves the kids she can sleep through anything.
I won't complain because I did miss cuddling with my wife, and sleeping with her in our bed, and I also missed family time with just the five us. I've tried to stop killing before and I managed to do it for about two months, maybe with the help the Callie I could really fight it off for good. In a matter of seconds sleep comes over me and I fall into a short dreamless sleep.
6 o'clock rolls around a little too quickly if you ask me, but I get my morning craziness back and I love it. Callie and I don't miss a beat as everything starts to fall back the way it used to be. We round up the kids eat breakfast before we all leave for the hospital together.
I get changed before I start my usual morning routine of scheduling and rounds. Today really isn't that busy for me because I'm maxed out on patients and will be for a few weeks because 90% of the kids under my watch are on the critical list and will be here for a little while.
After rounds I find myself in office just staring out into space. Usually when I have a slow day like this I usually find the next the person I want to kill or stalk, but I promised Callie that would stop. I let a heavy sigh after 10 minutes of not doing anything. This really sucks. I let out another puff of air before I get up from my desk and go downstairs to Cardio, maybe I can annoy Teddy.
Maybe if I get under Teddy's skin enough she'll convince Callie that I should just run free and be serial killer. Wishful thinking I know but it could happen. Teddy's office is three doors down the hallway to your right when you get off the elevator. The door is closed but the lights are on, which must mean she is filling out paper work on a deadline. Usually I would just walk away, but I'm bored. "Hey Ted are you in there?" I say as I knock on the door. I don't wait for a response and I just walk into her office to see that I was right. She is sitting at her desk with a mountain of paper work in front her.
"Have you ever noticed that we fill out paperwork in the same language?" I say as I put my hands into my lab coat pocket and lean up against door frame.
"And what language is that?" Teddy says on the breathless side.
I just give her a small grin as I fully take in her current appearance. Both of her hands are on her lap under her desk were I can't see. Her body is relaxed and when I opened the door she was somewhat leaning back in her chair. Her lips are a little plump and her eyes are dark green and filled with complete lust. "Loneliness," I say choosing to ignore the obvious.
"Wow that was deep coming from you, Arizona." Teddy says as her breath starts to even out.
I just give her a small shrug, "probably not as deep as Addison's fingers right now." I start to laugh at Teddy when she fully sets up straight and her right hand emerges from under the desk.
"You motherfuck-" I cut Teddy off by closing door on her. I manage to close the door just in time because right when the door closed I hear the stapler hit the door right where my head is.
I continue laughing as I start to make way to the stairwell to go find and annoy my wife.
"Oh, hey Dr. Robbins is Dr. Altman. I mean Montgomery in her office?" Cristina corrects.
I just grin at the young attending. "She is," I start off. "It's unlocked and she's not doing anything."
"Ok, thanks." Cristina says before she enters Teddy's office.
Teddy is going to kick my ass when she sees me later today. With a smile on my face I go to Ortho and look for Callie. I'm at the main nurse's station when I see that she is in surgery right now. I just sigh to myself when I see that everyone is busy.
"Why are you here?" I hear a voice say to me in complete disgust.
"I was looking for my wife, Colleen" I say as I turn to face her.
"Well she's not here," she hisses at me.
"I see that," I hiss back. She's about to open her mouth and say something else to me, but I just cut her off. "I would love to stay and chat with you but I have dying babies to attend to, because some of us have real work to do."
"You do that," Colleen says to me as I turn to leave the floor. I don't say anything back as I just roll my eyes and leave the floor.
When I get back to peds I do another set of rounds and see that nothing has change, so I just go back to my office.
When I get to my office I see Stark sitting in one of chairs by my desk. "First Colleen and know you. What do I owe for this lovely surprise?" I say as I walk into my office and sit in my chair opposite of him.
"It took me longer than I thought but I finally got off the radar for special agent Ramsey's investigation." He says to me.
"Good for you," I reply back in a monotone voice.
Stark just smiles at me while shaking his head at first, while he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to me. "I know it's a little early but I think it's my turn to watch you squirm for a little while."
I don't say anything as I just grab the paper and look at it. 'Colleen Anderson 561-660-2311' I look up at him with slight confusion.
Stark doesn't say anything to me as he gets up from his set and straightens his lab coat jacket. He quietly walks over to the doorway before he turns around to face me.
"Check"