Chapter Fifteen

I feel my mouth go dry as I watch special agent Ramsey and this other guy enter my office. With a small smile mixed with a little bit of concern I get up and greet the two men before they can get any further into my office.

"I just found out from my colleague about Colleen passing away, but what makes you think I did it?" I say as finally make my over to the two men.

"Well it would seem that you and Colleen didn't like each other very much."

"She was hitting on and trying to sleep with my wife." I start. I see special agent Ramsey looking at me intently trying to read my body language. Good luck with that one. "I know my wife and I were having a disagreement which left her angry at me for a little awhile but we recoiled and Colleen still took it upon herself to continue to hit on my wife. I think I had the right to but upset with Colleen, but I could never hurt her let alone kill her."

"Are you sure about that?" Ramsey starts. "Several nurses and some doctors have stated that you have gotten physical with a colleague before. A Dr. Erica Hahn," Ramey pauses for moment to look at his notebook. "Who is now deceased."

I lightly shake my head at his statement. "I did get into a fight with Dr. Hahn a few years ago. She herself had physically hurt my wife and I was upset with that. I got angry and wasn't thinking straight and let her get the best of me. I'm pretty sure you both can relate to that seeing how you guys are both sporting wedding rings. I think I'm correct in saying that if someone laid their hands on your wives you would get upset. And if my memory serves correctly she was killed by Sadie Harris, the Puget Sound Butcher."

Ramsey shakes his head yes agreeing with my comment. "What were you and your wife fighting about?" the other man says from Ramsey's left side.

Without thinking I say the first thing that comes to mind since I wasn't prepared for that question. "My boat," fuck, I can't believe I just said that. I just made this situation more complicated than it needs to be. I get the feeling like these two men didn't know that I had boat, and now they do. If they want to search my office does this mean they are going to want to search my boat? And if they do want to search my boat when will they do it and what am I going to do with my blood slides?

"What about it?" the man says as he continues to push for answers.

"I love my boat so much, that I started to put it before my wife and she wasn't too happy about that. As punishment she made me sleep on the boat by myself for a few weeks. I learned my lesson and she let me back in house."

The room is quiet for a few seconds, "What were you doing on the evening of November 9, 2013?" Ramsey's says breaking the silence in the room.

"I was with my wife. The kids were sleeping over at their aunts' house and at a friend's house so we took advantage of having a quiet house with no kids." I say with light smile, "homemade dinner and then watched a movie."

What I did on the evening when Colleen died isn't the million dollar question. The million dollar question is what would Callie say or do? Would she lie for me and say that we spent the whole night together at home, and still be okay with me?

"Do you mind if we search your office to rule you out as a suspect?" Ramsey says breaking me from my thoughts.

I give him another smile, but this smile is a little on the knowing side. "Personally I wouldn't mind, but I know the parents of my patients would mind. They are already upset and frightened because of their children being here and having life changing surgery, and now you want to add the fact that you want to go through their files without a search warrant? I can tell you now all hell would break loose when they find out, and yes they will find out because gossip spreads fast around here."

The room goes back to being silent, "I understand," Ramsey says as he closes his small notebook. "I guess we will see you later." His last comment is more like a threat as he tries to intimidate me. Thanks to years of practice it doesn't work and I hold my ground.

I wait for about 10 minutes after Ramsey and his partner leave my office before I finally leave myself. When I leave my office I close and lock the door before I walk over to the nurses' station to see Lauren sitting in front of the computer typing away.

"Hey Lauren, I'm going to go downstairs to cardio for a little while, and I need you to do me a huge favor while I'm gone."

"What is it, Dr. Robbins?" Lauren says as she stops typing to look at me.

"If you see anyone, and I mean anyone trying to get into my office I want you page immediately no questions asked."

"Okay, Dr. Robbins," Lauren says with slight confusion.

Once I get Lauren's word I find myself taking the stairs down to Cardio, in search for Teddy. As I walk to her office I silently hope that she and Addison aren't having sex because I could have a real problem on my hands. A rush of relief washes over me when I see her office door is wide open and she is sitting at her desk filling out paperwork.

Without saying a word I walk into her office, close the door and lock it before I take a seat right across from her. "I'm going to apologize now because I'm going to be a selfish bitch and bring up old wounds. Did Henry talk about search warrants when he was around you?"

"A little," Teddy says with a sigh as she puts down her pen.

I just lightly shake my head, "how long does that take?" I question.

"Depends on what evidence the police have. They have to have some evidence linking the person in question at the crime scene." Teddy leans back in her chair as she crosses her arms and looks right at me.

"What if the police are going by word of mouth, and the refusal of letting them search your office without a search warrant?"

"That depends as well. Word of mouth isn't that reliable but if you get enough people saying the same thing it might take the police a good week to convince a judge to give them a search warrant. However you might want to take off a day or two because it raises suspicion that you might me hiding something in your office… why are you asking me these questions?" Teddy cuts off her statement to ask me the question when she finally puts two and two together. "Did you kill Colleen?" Teddy lowers her voice as she leans forwards over her desk.

"No," I say with slight hesitation.

"But?" Teddy edges on.

"I was going to kill Colleen on Saturday night. I followed her to her yoga studio waited till she was alone then I drugged her and took her to the old abandon psych hospital on Pike Street. When I was at the hospital I couldn't bring myself to take her out of my car and actually kill her." I trail off.

"How did you get pass Callie?" Teddy jumps in.

"I lightly drugged her food at dinner."

Teddy doesn't say anything as she gives me a blank stare silently telling me to continue. "I called Callie and told her that I was about to kill someone and asked for her help. She came to hospital and talked me down I guess and she told me to put Colleen back where I found her, and I did. She was still alive when Callie and I left the yoga studio."

"The police think you did it because everyone probably commented about your hatred for the nurse." Teddy says to me and all I do is shake my head yes. "If you didn't kill Colleen why didn't you let them search your office without a warrant?"

"Because sometime between Saturday evening and this morning someone has been in my office going through my things. I don't know if it was Alex looking for something, even though he always calls, texts or asks if he can go into my office. Or if it was someone else planting evidence against me."

"You haven't gone through your office yet have you?"

I just shake my head no. "Addison told me about Colleen and no more than two seconds later the police are in my office door asking me questions."

Teddy lets out another sigh before she leans back into her chair. "Well I suggest we stop this conversation right now and you go back upstairs and find out what's in your office before the police come back, which I guess will be in about 3 to 4 business days because no judge works on the weekend no unless one of them is blowing the judge."

"Right," I whisper more to myself than to Teddy. I get up and leave her office before I return upstairs. I close and lock my office door before I put on a pair of latex gloves. I spend the next two in a half hours searching my office with a fine tooth comb.

Upon conclusion of my search I find the files of every kid that Stark has killed. The files are in bright orange folders which the hospital does not use and the charts and information about the kids are copies not the originals. When you first open the file on the left side is schedule. When the kids eat, sleep and when the parents are in the room and for how long, and on the very bottom on the file's left side is a dosage number. I don't know the drug so I don't know if it's lethal or not and there are a lot of drugs out there that cause hallucinations if given improperly. I also found pictures of Colleen as well as her work and home schedule in my bottom drawer.

The dosage number plagues my mind as I see the number on every file, and then it dawns on me that Stark could be signing out drugs in my name, but a full hospital search on my name says otherwise. After I come up empty handed on the dosage number I take the files and pictures and put them my shoulder bag before I leave my office. I tell Lauren that I'm going home for the rest of the day to be with my sick son, and that Alex is in charge while I'm out. Fuck what Owen has to say about leaving Stark in charge while I'm gone, my department my rules.

I take a quick shower before I change into my street clothes. I do plan on going home, but not before I make a quick pit stop by my boat.

I undock my boat and go to my favorite usual secluded spot on the Puget Sound. I anchor my boat before I go down to the haul to get a small barrel that my plastic sheets come in. I bring the barrel up to the bow of my boat and lite a small fire inside of the barrel before I put the kid's files and Colleen's pictures inside.

For a few minutes I'm just staring at the fire as I watch everything slowly burn.

'I think you forget to burn something.' Tim says right across from me.

'No I didn't,' I reply back without losing eye contact with the fire.

'It's not an option anymore, Arizona.' Tim yells at me as he leans forward trying to get in my view. 'This is turning into an extreme game of cat and mouse, and if you don't play your cards right you will lose.'

I finally find the strength to pry my eyes away from the fire to look at my brother.

'Stark isn't like Erica or Sadie or Polly or the countless others you have killed. He is wise, smart and cunning and is giving you a run for your money. You don't think that this was a part of his plan.' Tim rises his arms and looks around the boat. 'He wanted you to lead him here, and you did. We both know he is in the marina parking lot waiting for you leave so he can come on this boat and do some more damage. When he finds those blood slides, he will know what to do with them unlike Sadie and Polly.' Tim pauses for a minute, 'you really want to throw your life away over a few drops of blood?'

'There not just drops of blood Tim, they mean so much to me. I can't describe it but I love my trophies.'

'Yeah and they don't love you back. They've done nothing but get you into trouble. You lucked out with Sadie and with Polly. They were idiots who didn't know what to do with an opportunity like that. You almost lost your wife because of your trophies. The one person that keeps you sane almost walked out of your life because of them. You're not a psychopath Arizona, your sociopath. You don't need a drop of blood to help you remember your kills, because nothing gets passed your memory. They are doing you more harm than good, nothing good is ever and well ever come from your blood slide collection, so do the right thing and get rid of them. Do it for your family.'

I slowly turn my gaze from my brother back down to the fire for a few more minutes before I shake my head to myself and go back down into the hull to grab my two boxes of blood slides. When I return to the barrel I still see my brother standing there looking at me telling me silently that this is right thing to do. I walk over to the barrel and open one of the boxes and run my middle finger down the slides making sure I touch every slide. "Goodbye, friends." I say out loud to myself before I dump the first box into the fire. I repeat the same process with other box and watch in great sadness as my trophies burn to ashes.

After the fire goes out I dump the ashes and the barrel into the Puget Sound. Once all is said and done I go back to the dock and start to make my way back home. I can explain a knife set, bleach and plastic with no problem. I still lock my not so secret room and leave my boat to go home to William, Jackie and Callie.

I manage to slip back into the hospital unnoticed and pick up my daughter from daycare. When the two of us come home we are instantly greeted by Roxie soon followed by the sound of my son screaming and crying.

Jackie and Roxie start to chase each other around the kitchen, dining room and living room, while walk straight into the living room where the screaming and crying is coming from. I see Callie pacing behind the couch trying to get William to calm down. For a brief second Callie has back towards me, and when she finally turns to face me I see that she is tried with somewhat dark circles under her eyes.

We don't say anything to each other as we start to walk towards each other. "He won't start crying because he wants to be with you." Callie starts. "He has only stopped twice this morning because he tried himself out."

"Little man," I say as reach other to take my son out of Callie's arms. "I came home early just for you." I whisper as he starts to relax on my right side. When his in my arms he starts to calm down. "Why don't you go take a nap while I watch him and Jackie."

Callie shakes her head yes and starts to go upstairs. However she is stopped midway up the stairs by Jackie.

"Ma," Jackie says as she climbs up the stairs one step at a time. Callie turns around and walks back down the stairs and picks up Jackie before she and Roxie walk into the master bedroom.

For the next 3 hours the house becomes quiet as the 5 of us, yes I included Roxie, fall asleep. Just like William always choosing to be with me, Jackie prefers to spend extra time Callie. So I know upstairs in the master bedroom Jackie is snuggled up against Callie with Roxie lying on the foot bed, while I find myself on the couch with William laying on my chest. Just like Sofia when she was little.

At some point during our nap I didn't hear Callie and Jackie wake up and leave the house to go pick up Sofia from school. I only wake up when I hear my two girls giggle and squeal as they chase each other through the house. A few minutes after I wake up, William wakes up as well. While Callie cooks dinner the girls calm down and start color in the kitchen while William and I watch TV in the living room. I find myself still lying on my back with head turned towards the TV while William sits up and stares at the numbers that flash on the screen. He looks intrigue with the current episode of Sesame Street.

When the episode is over Callie tells us that dinner is ready. The rest of the night is like our usual routine with nothing special. We watch a movie then go to sleep. For the next two days I'm the one who stays at home with William since my surgeries aren't that serious and don't require my immediate attention. Alex was trained by me and only me, so I know when I turn to work on thursday morning my department will still be in one piece.

Finally when thursday rolls around William is back to his old self running around the house naked wreaking havoc. Once we have rounded up the kids and dropped them off at school and daycare both Callie and I get paged upstairs to Ortho.

Together Callie and I walk into one of the rooms to see both Mark and Jackson standing their waiting for us. "Ladies," Mark says with a slight head nod. "I paged you because this Melanie Wolfe. She is a 14 year old girl with osteosarcoma and both Jackson and I could use your help."

Osteosarcoma is a type of bone cancer that is found in long bones on the human body, like legs and arms. It's rare to see this in 14 year old which is why I'm guessing Mark paged me instead of Alex.

I just stand in the background while Callie asks what I can assume are her usual Ortho questions before the four of us leave the room, with Melanie as we take her downstairs to get new x-rays.

The x-rays show that Melanie has long bone cancer in her humerus, ulna, and radius in both arms as well as her femur, fibula and tibia in both legs. Melanie has a long hard road ahead of her, but since we caught it early she has about a 90 percent chance of surviving.

After we determine where the cancer is located we hear a knock coming from the door that gets all of our attention. When I turn to the door I see Owen standing there with Dr. Stark. Oh God what does this asshole want now?

"How far are you guys into your case?" Owen asks as she steps into the small x-ray office.

"We were just about to take strategy." Callie says as turns her chair to face Owen.

"Okay," Owen says as he lightly shakes his head. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news…"

"Then don't, and just walk away." Mark jokes.

Everyone including the asshole, I mean Stark, laughs at Mark's comment. "Sorry but I'm going to have to trade you Dr. Stark for Dr. Robbins."

"We need her," Mark says as he becomes serious. "This is a rare cancer in a child, and her parents are going to want the best doctors to help her."

"I know, I know," Owen says, "but Addison has case that trumps your 14 year old with cancer. She has a 4 mouth old with Kaposiform Hemangioendothelioma."

Everyone expect for me gives Owen a blank stare, for a word that I even have a hard time saying. Long story short, it's a rare heart tumor found in infants. "Arizona," Owen says breaking the silence in the room. "Cristina, Teddy, Addison and Alex are waiting for you upstairs in peds."

I just shake my head and start to leave the room. I'm at the door when I feel Stark lightly grab my arm. "Don't worry too much, I'll try to behave myself around your wife." He whispers so only the two of us can hear.

I stop dead in my tracks and turn to face him. Suddenly I don't want to go upstairs and help this 4 mouth if I know this psycho might hurt my wife. "Is there a problem Dr. Robbins?" Owen says when he finally notices the staring contest between me and Stark.

"Yeah is there a problem, Dr. Robbins," Stark lightly mocks.

"No," I say briefly to Owen before I look over towards Callie. "I'll see you later," I say with a light smile which she returns. Mark and Jackson won't let anything happen to Callie and if Stark does try to pull something I know they will tell me in a heartbeat.

I go up two floor to peds to find Alex, Addison, Yang and Teddy in one of the small conference rooms going over a strategy. I guess I didn't miss much because every approach we think of is shot down because it will kill the baby or make the situation worse.

3 hours and 1 hour lunch break later, we find ourselves on the 6th floor where the library is located looking for any way to solve this case.

"What if try treating it pharmacologically first to get the tumor to go down?" Yang says as she pops her head up from the computer.

"No, that will make the tumor bigger not smaller." Addison says, never taking her eyes off of her computer screen.

We enter another round the silence when the side door to the library flies open. "I need to talk you right now," Callie some yells as points right at me.

Everyone looks at me, and I just look at Callie with slight confusion. I don't say anything as I get up from my seat and follow Callie to the nearest on call room.

The minute I close the door is the minute Callie starts attacking me. "I want Stark fired, right now." Callie demands.

"Why?" I ask playing dumb.

"I just watch him give Melanie 2 doses of morphine within 2 hours of each other, and both dosages' were 7mg. That will kill her."

Morphine, something so common no would even second guess why he was using it. Genius in a sick and twisted way.

"ARIZONA!" Callie screams when I don't answer her.

"Calm down, I'll handle it." I say in a soft voice.

"No Arizona, just because he might killing a kid doesn't give you the right to kill him. He should be fired and he should lose his medical license, not his life." Callie hisses at me in a low voice.

"Slow your roll, cowboy. I'm not going to kill anybody; I'm going to look into it. You're making a serious accusation that could cost somebody their career. Let me find out the truth before I start firing people, because if your wrong it will not only make us look like idiots but the hospital as well."

Callie starts to calm down a little bit, "you promise you won't kill him?" she questions.

"I swear to God I will not kill the man." I place my right hand over my heart and look up towards the ceiling briefly. Callie doesn't say anything to me, "now let's go save some dying babies."

Callie gives me a small smile before she starts to walk towards the door. "Can you get this mad and controlling when the kids are asleep because that was hot."

"Shut up," Callie whispers as she blushes at the same time. Right as we both exit the on call room is when Alex comes out of the library looking for me.

"Dr. Robbins, we found a solution." He says to me.

"Okay," I say as both Callie and start to go our separate ways. As Callie starts to walk towards the elevator I keep my eyes on her for some reason. Callie has her back turn towards me, when I see Stark emerge between us. The fact that he is only watching my wife and not going out of his way to talk her gives me an uneasy feeling, but Alex pulls my arm and drags into the library before Stark and I can have another silent eye showdown.

I'm in the library on the edge of my seat while I half listen to our course of treatment from both Yang and Alex. Once the five of agree that method will work, we go downstairs and tell the parents our plan of action. Unfortunately I'm withdrawn from the consult as I continuously look at the clock waiting for 5' o'clock to roll around. After our consult and another round of x rays to make sure nothing has changed we schedule the first series of surgeries starting next week.

Finally when 5 rolls around I'm on the hunt looking for my wife. For 30 minutes I can't find her and as the minutes pass by I feel my heart beating faster and faster. "Can I help you Dr. Robbins?" a blonde nurse says to me.

"Where's my wife?" I say bluntly.

"She left about an hour ago with Dr. Stark, is there a problem?"

"No," is all I say as find myself running downstairs to my car still in my scrubs and lab coat.

On the way to my car I pull out my cell phone and text Teddy. 'I need a huge favor from you. Can you pick up the kids and watch them for Callie and I. Something important and last minute came up.'

I'm in my car and out of the parking when Teddy finally replies. 'Sure, is everything alright?'

I don't respond I as let my dark passenger take over my body, and without really thinking I find myself driving to the house the Stark led me to a few months ago. I don't go out of my way to hide my car and find a pair of latex gloves. I get out the car and run up the front door that I know is locked and boarded up.

I pound on the door, "Callie, are you in there." I scream. After a few minutes I don't get any answer. Fuck there not here. I turn around and I'm just about to step off the pouch when I hear semi loud heavy metal music.

Since I can't get in through the front door I chose to go to the side the door. I don't even try to pick the lock as I raise my right foot and in a single blow I kick the door off the hinges. "CALLIE!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

I get no response but I make my way to basement, and I see why. The house is completely dark expect for a the constant flashing of strobe lights and the sound of metal music is so loud I can't barely hear myself think.

The traps inside the house are still in the same place so I'm able to maneuver around them with ease. The music stops when I find myself in the living. "Callie," I yell again thinking maybe she will hear me.

After I call her name I get a response, however, it's not the response I was looking for. Coming from upstairs I hear a blood curdling scream come from the lips of my wife. Just like before I quickly maneuver around Stark's traps to the large wide open loft that is the second floor.

There in front of me I see my wife too stunned to move as a tall black figure starts to move towards her. Even though I can't make out his face I know its Stark, and he has a sludge hammer in his hands and he is preparing to swing at a too stunned to move Callie.

For a brief second I have an identity crisis as my loving Arizona side kicks out my dark passenger and I make a mad dash towards Callie. During my dash I completely forget about the traps the stand be me and Callie, but when I feel a bear trap snap down my left ankle I'm quickly reminded.

The rush of adrenaline that is flowing through my body blocks out the pain as I make a lunge towards my wife. Stark was in mid swing when I lunge and had no time to correct himself, so instead of hitting my wife he hit me square in the right shoulder.

I manage to push Callie out of the way, but I hear her hit something and she instantly falls to the ground. The force from the sludge hammer hitting my shoulder is a lot force and I find myself on the ground in pain. My left ankle is on fire as well as my shoulder, but now for some reason I feel extreme pain in right knee cap. I look down at my knee to a small metal spike coming out from the top of my knee.

I ignore the pain and manage to lift up my leg which removes the metal spike from the knee. I know it's a bad idea, but like said before my multiple personalities are fighting for control over my body. I roll over to my stomach and attempt to make way over towards my still unconscious wife. "Calliope," I whisper as try to crawl closer to her.

I'm half to her when I feel a shape pull on my long blonde hair. I feel a shape knife press itself against my neck as my head is yanked backwards. "I know we said that the loser of our game would go to jail, or would die, and a few months ago I would love to be looking down at you watching you die right here in this house in front me. But the more we played with each other the more I realized your weakness isn't jail or death."

"No," I say in stern voice as my eyes move towards Callie who has still yet to move or make a noise.

"Yes," Stark stays as he lets go of my hair.

I try to grab his ankle hoping it will stop him from walking over towards Callie. It doesn't work, instead with the heel of his boot he stomps down on my left wrist causing me to let a scream. I lay their helplessly as he walks over towards Callie while never taking his eyes off of me.

"You know the fact that you have children makes this worth so much more." Stark says as he brushes Callie hair away from her face. "Look at this face," Stark grabs Callie by the chin and turns her to face me. "This face will torture you for the rest of your miserable life."

"No don't," I say as I try to pull myself up from the ground. Stark just laughs when my attempt fails and I fall helplessly to the ground.

"You'll see this face every time you look at Sofia," Stark raises his knife and stabs Callie in chest.

"CALLIE," I scream as I try to find any amount of strength to get up from this damn floor.

"Every time you look at William," he stabs her in the chest again, "and every time you look at Jacqueline," he stabs her a third time.

At this point my dark passenger has kicked me out of my body as I find some strength to get up off the ground and lunge from him, however it's too late. My lunge is somewhat low to ground because of my ankle and knee, so Stark uses that to his advantage as he kicks me square in the temple knocking me out.

The last thing I remember is the sound of sirens in the background followed by the sounds of Stark running out the house before the police get here. A few seconds later I feel a warm thick liquid start to surround me, it's blood and I know it's not mine…