A/N: SUNDAY FUNDAY: Get off your ass and write edition. I'm still alive and feel terrible about the long wait... Writer's block and laziness... Anyway here is chapter eight, I made it longer to the make up for being gone so long.
Chapter Eight
"Dr. Fowler's office is calling," Callie says as she storms into my office. "Again."
I don't saying anything as I look up from my disappointing stake of paperwork. I'm currently signing release forms for the nursing office so parents can pick up the body of their child that unfortunately didn't make it through the mouth of November.
"So," I say with slight confusion.
"So?" Callie questions in a loud irritated voice. "So they have been calling for the past week wanting to know why I cancelled our session that was supposed to be this evening."
"Make something up," I say with the same loud irritated voice as my wife. "You have such a genius mind, you can't make up a simple lie."
"Lying is not my forte, it's your," Callie says back as she hands the phone over towards me.
With a small grin I just nod my head and take Callie's cell phone out of her hand.
I let out a small sigh before I click accept on the phone, "hello," I say with my usual fake Arizona chirp.
"Hi Mrs. Robbins, this is Jessica from Dr. Fowler's office." A young woman says on the other side of the phone.
"Hi Jessica what can I do for you?" I say with smile on face as I lean back into my chair.
"Well Dr. Fowler was wondering why Sofia's session was cancelled." Jessica pauses for a moment. "Did she say or do something that offended you or your wife?"
Dr. Fowler wants to torture and rape Callie…
"Both Callie and I are not only surgeons we are the heads of our departments, and this past week has been a little rough for the both of us. As soon as our schedules start to lighten up, knock on wood, we will reschedule with Dr. Fowler."
"Ok, well Dr. Fowler hopes to see you guys soon," Jessica says.
"Oh she will see me again," I say with a smile. "Have a good day, Jessica."
"You too, Mrs. Robbins." Jessica says before we hang up on each other.
"Piece of cake," I say as look over towards Callie who is standing in front of my desk.
"Of course it is, you're a pro," Callie says with slight disappoint as she takes her phone and walks over to my couch and plops down.
When Callie sits down I take the hint and get up from desk and take the long way over to her. On my way to the couch I pass my door and with my right hand I grab it and push it towards the doorframe lightly closing the door. After I close to the door I walk over towards Callie and sit down right next her on her right side.
Callie and I are quiet for a few minutes before Callie leans forwards to rest her elbows on her knees. "It's weird walking up and down these hallways and hearing the rumors about who hooked up with whom, or who got married and who got divorced, and who got remarried."
She's talking about marriage and divorce…queue panic attack.
"I can't see how people could that, get divorced…walk away." Callie pauses for a moment. "I know that I was seconds way from walking away from you, which would make me a hypocrite, but I remembered my parents. They raised me and taught me that if something is broken then you fix it." Callie turns to look over at me. "But I don't know how to fix this. I don't know what to do, and I don't trust you enough to let you and Sofia have bonding time alone."
I don't say anything as I lean back, "I'm sorry that was harsh."
"Don't be, I wouldn't trust me either." I say to her. "I think if we work together we can make Sofia 'normal'."
Callie just gives me a perplex look, "how?"
"To you, Sofia and I seem the same. But to me, the difference between us is clear as day. When I was seven, I didn't have a single friend. No one knew my name, and no one wanted to play with me. 'Friends' didn't come around until I was in the sixth grade, when I started to lean how to be the fake me. When I made friends I didn't go out of my way to hang out with them. They called me; I never called them. Sofia on the other hand has friends. She has Zola, Rachel, Courtney and Samantha. She goes out of her way to be with them. They call her, and she calls them." I pause for a second so I take a breath. "When Sofia goes outside to play, she is playing with friends. When I went outside to play I was killing animals and playing with organs. Sofia has killed an animal in the past, but she didn't like it. She knew it was wrong, and she didn't like how it made her feel when she saw how upset the owner got when they lost their pet. That alone makes her way different than I."
"Sofia killed an animal?" Callie questions as she leans back.
"Colleen's cat, Fluffy." I say, "She didn't like the way how Fluffy was mean to Roxie, William and Jackie."
"Oh God," Callie whispers.
"I know it sounds bad, but I like I said before. I think we can make Sofia normal together." I take Callie's silence as a queue to continue. "Watching Sofia slowly turn into the monster that I am today, and being around Nick helping with this case, is starting to open my eyes. I understand now, why Tim pushed so hard for me to be in the Navy with him and Nick. It's wasn't so he could keep a close eye on me, Tim wanted to turn my…ability, power, sickness, whatever you want to called it, he wanted to use it for good and not evil. Sofia has the ability to see some of the worlds nastiest predator, and if she can see them maybe she can get them off the streets by doing it your way, and not my way."
Callie starts to shake her head, "how do you know it's going work? You have continuously told me how everything your dad and brother did to help you failed. How do you know it won't fail with Sofia?"
"I know it won't fail because she has had the taste of human blood. I was 10 when I murdered my first person in cold blood. Ever since then I've always had that craving, and no scare tactic, or therapist was going to change to mind. Nothing compares to the feeling I get when I kill a person, seeing the fear and watching them die in front me, words can't describe that feeling. All I know is that I when I get the feeling or that itch to kill someone I cater to it. Sofia doesn't know what that feels like, which makes her more moldable than me."
Callie just nods her head before she leans over to her right and rests her right side on my left side. "She was able to see that Dr. Fowler was a predator," I say as I wrap my left arm around her.
"How could a child therapist be a child molester? She is the best in her field, and she acts likes she really cares for children their well being." Callie says.
"She does care for children and their well being, and she's not a child molester." I reply back.
Callie lifts her head up from my shoulder to look at me. "What?" she says with some confusion. "Sofia said she wanted to hurt Sofia and I."
"Dr. Fowler mainly wants to hurt you." I pause for a second when I feel Callie's nails dig into my stomach. "She has an unhealthy obsession with Latinas, and it is easier for her to take down Sofia than it is if she tried to take me down." Callie starts to tense up even more when she hears that Dr. Fowler will hurt Sofia as well as her. "You can relax, hun. She's not going to hurt you, I promise."
Callie starts to relax a little before she rests her head on my shoulder again. "Can't really blame her for having an obsession with Latin women, they are gorgeous." I stop when I hear Callie let out a small chuckle. "I don't how I did it but I managed to snag myself a pretty hot Latin woman."
"Is that right?" Callie says.
"Yeah, she has long beautiful black hair, big chocolate brown eyes that I can stare into for hours. She has really nice boobs and a huge ass. Her legs go for miles and they are toned and delicious. And when she speaks Spanish…I will do anything for her."
Callie lets out another chuckle and she just shakes her head.
"I don't know what did to get her, but I'm so thankful that I have her in my life." I say.
"You know this woman sounds familiar to me," Callie says as she lifts her head up to look at me. "I think she has a thing for women who have blonde hair and blue eyes."
"Man, I lucked out." I say with a smile.
Callie smiles as she gives me another headshake. "cállate y bésame" (Shut up and kiss me) Callie says.
"Sí señora" (yes ma'am), I say before I lean over and give her kiss.
Our kiss starts slow and passionate and slowly starts to build in intensity. In the middle of our second long kiss, Callie slides both of her hands around my waist, before she pulls me towards her. As my body moves closer towards Callie's, Callie starts lean back so she is lying on her back on the couch. Without stopping or slowing our pace, I'm fully lying on top of Callie with my hands on either side of her head. Her legs are bent up slightly and are touching either side of my thighs, and I feel her hands on my back as they draw random shapes and patterns. I alternate between kissing her nice plump lips and her jaw line, while my right hand slides down her body stopping at the top of her pants. I untie her draw sting and slip my hand underneath. Before I have time to reach anything good, my door that I forgot to lock when I closed it, opens.
"Arizona, are you busy?" Nick asks as he enters my office without knocking.
I lift my head up and look over towards a stunned and frozen Nick, "yeah, I actually am pretty busy right now." I pause for moment; "You want to give me like ten minutes?"
"Arizona," Callie says as she slaps my back.
"What?" I question, "My hand is right there. I know what gets you off quickly."
"Arizona," Callie says in a stern voice.
I let out a sigh as I roll my eyes. When I get off of Callie, she sits up and readjusts herself. "Alex paged me for a consult earlier and I said I would be there after my last surgery." Callie says with smile before she gets up off the couch. "And I'm pretty sure you guys have some important stuff to talk about."
I just give her a smile with a weak head nod. When Callie leaves my office, Nick not only closes my door he locks it. "So you enjoy having sex now?" Nick says as he turns over to look at me.
"I love it." I say with grin, "I love it so much I go out of my way to initiate it between us."
"Let me guess, Callie was your first, and she is going to be your last." Nick says in a small mockingly voice.
"No she wasn't my first." I say to Nick, which catches him off guard. "Surprise," I say in the same mocking voice as I wave my hands around. "The first time I had sex was during my third year of medical school. I lost it my virginity to a Julie Anderson. A very beautiful woman with a tall and petite figure, she had light brown hair that fell to her chin. Her face had a slight point to it, and she had really beautiful hazel eyes. Julie was a paramedic for the city of Baltimore and I was an ER tech at Johns Hopkins Hospital. We both worked the night shift, and we met and got to know each other on a very rare slow night at the hospital. I knew I wanted to be a surgeon, but Julie was more interested in being a neurology doctor. The more I hung around and got to know Julie, the more I realized that she fit my criteria for 'dating'. After work we would always meet up at the Blue Moon Café for breakfast. She would always get the Denver omelette, while I would get a stake of pancakes. One morning over breakfast, she told me that she had recently gotten out of a three year relationship with her girlfriend who had physically and mentally abused her. She didn't like physical contact like holding hands and hugging, she felt uncomfortable kissing, and because her girlfriend used to rape her when she didn't put out, Julie had hated sex with a passion. All the things I used to look for in a woman." I say with a small smile.
"Three years later, we decided one night to have our Friday night date at my apartment where we would order pizza and watch movies all night long. We were in my room lying on the bed with her backs up against the headboard, we were on our second movie, Aladdin, when Julie sat up and faced me. Before I could say anything her lips were on mine. Kissing turned into making out, making out turned into heavy petting and heavy petting turned into the most awkward form of sex in the world. Like words can't decide what happened between Julie and I."
"Did you like it?" Nick questions.
"No," I say with a headshake. "I didn't know what I was doing, and she didn't know what she was doing."
"So what did you do about it?"
"I broke up with her two months later, and she was ok with that." I say knowing the next the question Nick was going ask. "After we broke up she started dating other girls, who expected physical and sexual stuff in a relationship. Even though we weren't dating we were still friends. She would vent to me, and I would pretend like I cared."
"Do you still talk to her?"
"No, I don't." I say with a heavy a sigh, "she killed herself, a week before our white coat ceremony."
"Why did she do that? You seemed have built her back up, what would have caused her to do something so drastic?" Nick says as he continues to slip into shrink mode.
"Baltimore, like any city, has its fair share of not so classy people. One of them being Vincent Reed. A short white homeless man, with short brown hair and a goatee. He always wore a white t-shirt and light blue jeans. He had street tattoos from people who shouldn't be tattooing with questionable equipment. He had a tattoo on the left side of his face three inches under his eye that said, 'I rape lesbians.' He always got the shit kicked out of him because of that tattoo." I say as I shake my head. "He came in one night because he got into a bar fight over his tattoo. Julie, who was becoming an out and proud lesbian, was in the parking lot with her girlfriend. Holding hands and kissing, and Vincent saw them. Later on around 2:30 in the morning, Julie was in the parking lot by herself taking a break when Vincent found and raped her. She came in right after it happened and Lisa, the nurse who processes all rape victims, processed her. Lisa stepped out of the room for about 30 minutes to call and talk to the police. During that time, Samantha the other, more shitty, ER tech forgot to remove the belonging that belonged to the patient that was in the room before her. Julie got her hands on OxyCotin, Xanax, heroin and small shot bottle of grey goose vodka. Julie mixed them all together and gave herself a lethal drug cocktail." The room is silent for a few seconds before I speak again. "And to answer your next question…It was Arizona Robbins with battery acid in the Lebow coat factory on Barclay Street…"
My office is quiet for a few minutes. "At the time, I didn't like sex. Every time someone I dated wanted to have sex, I broke up them and moved on to the next emotionally unstable woman. But for some reason Callie was different, it wasn't a surprise. Callie hinted on several occasions that she wanted to have a sex with me, and if it were any other woman I probably would have dumped them."
"But Callie sits on some pedestal in your world." Nick says with a sigh as he crosses his arms.
"Yep," I say with grin, knowing that it will make him upset. "Callie has managed to overthrow you and Tim, to become the goddess of my world." My grin turns in to full smile as I remember the events that led to Callie and I having sex…
I had been working at the hospital for about two years. Teddy was my only friend, and thanks to her Callie was slowly starting to become a friend as well. We had gone on a few dates, but based on her personality the most we will be is friends. She is the exact opposite of everything I look for in a 'girlfriend', it would only be a matter of time before she puts two and two together and realizes that I'm monster.
Anyway, Seattle Grace offered two work schedule variations to the doctors, nurses, and surgeons. Variation number one, was work eight hours for five days a week and have every weekend and holiday off, and variation number two was work twelve hours for three days a week and every other weekend, and fight with your co workers about who takes what holiday off. Seeing how my family didn't really want anything to do with me, and I wasn't married with kids. I went with option number two, as did Callie, Teddy and Mark. It wasn't until the birth of Sofia when Callie and I switched to option number one. For the longest time Callie and I had the same work schedule. We switched between working Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, have Thursday and Friday off, and then work Saturday and Sunday one week, and then worked Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and have Saturday and Sunday off the next week. We worked together like this for a few mouths, and then Callie switched weekends because her parents came into town to visit her and they made her go to church on Easter Sunday, because of this the only time we really worked in the hospital at the same time was on Wednesdays.
Well on one Wednesday evening in the middle of April, I was on my boat plotting a plan to have night of fun with Kevin Glenn, a Coyotaje, who gave false hope to 624 Mexicans looking to start a new life in the U.S. Kevin would tell families that he could help them cross the border into California for the cheap price of 100 US dollars, per a person. We wanted the $100 up front, and the families would pay him and think nothing of it. Kevin went through the hassle of making fake Mexican passports for the families before putting them into a black transportation van. With the passports he was able to cross the boarder with ease. Once he crossed the border he never stopped in any cities in California, instead he drove all the way to Seattle, where he made the hopeful immigrates pay $250,000 if they wanted to get off the bus. Pretty much all of them couldn't pay so they were forced to enter in an underground sex slavery ring to pay off their debt. But Kevin had hidden fees and interest rates that would keep them from fully paying off his debt. He would keep these people as his sex slaves until they lost their value. After their value their was gone he would kill them scattered their remains in the dessert for coyotes and other animals on his way back down to Mexico for his next round of unsuspecting Mexican immigrates.
I had the upcoming Saturday and Sunday off, and with Callie and Teddy working that weekend it was my perfect time to strike. Kevin was getting ready for his road trip to Mexico and would be leaving Sunday morning, which meant that Kevin was going to get a watery grave Saturday night. I planned on killing him his van, and then I was going to crash his van into the lake to make it look like he got into an accident.
I had just finished plotting how I was going to make it look like an accident when my phone went off. I glanced down at my phone to see that Callie was calling me. "Hey you, what's up?" I say with a slight chirp and a smile. My voice or my comment wasn't faked or forced which catches me off guard because Teddy is the only person I'm not fake too.
"hhhheeeyyyy," Callie slurs into phone. "I'm drunk." Callie states the obvious.
"I can hear that," for some unknown reason, my smile gets wider.
"Well, I'm sitting here at Joe's by myself because Meredith and Cristina are off with their boyfriends having sex, and Teddy and Mark are working the nightshift this week. You are the only person I have left to call because I want to go home but Joe won't let me leave here by myself, because a girl got raped trying to walk home drunk from the bar down the street."
"I can walk you home, I'll be there in about 5 minutes." I say to her.
"Ok," Callie whispers before she hangs up the phone.
Without delay, I'm out the door and on my way to Emerald City Bar. Like I promised 5 minutes later, I'm walking through the front door of Emerald City. I'm about to start my scan looking for Callie when someone grabs onto the left side of my body.
"She's here!" Callie screams while looking over towards Joe who is standing behind the bar. "My walker, right here." Callie says as point to me.
I don't say anything as I look over towards Joe. 'Be careful,' he mouths to me, and I just nod my head as I wrap my left arm around Callie's waist. When I grab on Callie's waist Callie wraps her right arm around my neck for support while I struggle to get her to stand up straight. After I get her to stand up the two of us are out the door and walking down the street. Callie lives three blocks down and across the street from the bar, which is proving to be a hard walk, because the Latina has all of her body weight on my left side and she is literally dragging her feet. A 10 minute walk turns into a 30 minute walk, mainly because of Callie's drunk ass.
After our 30 minute walk down the streets of Seattle, we make it to Callie's apartment complex. When we get to the elevators I pin Callie between the wall and me while I push the button for the elevator. The elevators in Callie's apartment complex are known for being slow, so it's a full 5 minutes before one out of the four elevators comes back down to the lobby.
I keep both hands on Callie's waist as I steer her into the elevator, backwards. On our way into the elevator I manage to hit floor five before I somehow find myself pinned between Callie and elevator wall.
Callie's face is buried in my neck and her hands around my waist as well. "mmm, you smell delicious." Callie's muffled voice says as she inhales deeply.
"If I love the smell of whiskey I would say you don't smell too bad yourself."
Callie just lets out a chuckle, before the elevator returns to silence. Just like it did to get to the lobby, it takes a full 5 minutes for the elevator to get to the 5th floor. I manage to maneuver Callie to my right side, giving my left side a break, as I pretty much drag her down the hall to her apartment. When finally get to her apartment, which all the way on the other side of the floor, I lean her up against the wall next to her door. Callie just leans her head back against the wall with her eyes half open while she looks right at me. She starts to smile at me before she bites her lower lip.
For some reason Callie biting her lower lip does something to me. My breath hitches a little bit, and I feel a small tingling sensation in my stomach that travels down my body to an area that never gets…excited…
Callie must have picked up on this because her hands leave my waist and slide up my body. Her hands make it to my chest when she grabs my shirt with both hands and draw me close to her. Without hesitation her lips are on mine as the two of us share a kiss. Everything inside of me is screaming for me to pull away, but body doesn't listen as I initiation another more deeper kiss between us. After this kiss, its Callie turn to start the next round which she does, and this time she I feel her tongue swipe across my lower lip asking if it can play. And even though my brain is screaming no, my body happily says yes. The minute Callie's tongue enters mouth is the minute my body catches up to my brain.
Callie's breath and tongue taste like whiskey, the taste is so strong I think if we keep kissing like this I will become intoxicated. "Callie, stop. I can't do this, your way to drunk." I say as I break us apart.
I may be a monster but I was taught to play fair and taking advantage of a drunken woman is not fair.
"Why? I want you so badly, Arizona." Callie says as her hands slide down by body, and rests them on my waist again. "You have no idea how much I want to fuck you."
Mouth goes instantly dry after her last statement. Callie, just like Mark, always becomes a sexually aggressive person when she gets drunk. I just never knew that she liked more than just a friend.
"Don't you want to fuck me?" Callie questions.
I pause for moment, fully prepared to stay no, but instead I say, "yeah, I do."
"Well then its settled, take me to my room and fuck me…" Callie whispers before both index fingers loop themselves in my belt loops as she brings in for another kiss.
We are about start another kiss, when the front door goes flying opening and both Meredith and Cristina coming falling out on top of each other. "Yes! You're finally going bang roller girl." Cristina slurs as she picks herself up from the floor. "Mer and I will take celebratory short while two have sex in the other room."
"Because that's not awkward." I say to Cristina.
"Are you screamer?" Meredith says she gets up from the floor and walks over towards us. "Because if you are we can go into Cristina's room turn up the music and have celebratory dance party while you two have sex."
"Not any less awkward." I say to Meredith.
Meredith just shrugs, "you know what I got back to your apartment. Your weird roommate and her friend are here to help, so I'm going to leave."
"Thanks a lot, Yang." Callie says as pushes Cristina, who is too drunk to stay balanced, and falls to the floor. "The girl of dreams was going to have sex with me and you ruined it."
"Yeah, I'm going to go," I say as I backup away from them. The minute I'm no longer within arms reach of any of them they forget about me and they stumble into the apartment. I feel a little more relaxed when I hear someone lock the door.
With a sigh and slight smile I walk back out to my car and drive back to my boat. It takes the hospital four months before Callie and I are on the same schedule again. I figured during that time Callie, Cristina or Meredith would have pulled me aside to talk about what happened on that night in the middle of April, but they never did. They never avoided me when I was around, so either they just want to forget about that moment, or they don't remember. I'm willing to put money on the latter of the two, because Callie didn't remember how she got home.
It's the last week in August, and I'm downstairs in the emergency room sitting at the nurse's station in D-Pod. D-Pod is where all the pediatric patients in the ER go. I have three kids that need to be admitted into the hospital for surgery, so I sit at the nurse's station on the computer filling out the report for my three new patients. I just finish the paperwork for my first patient when Callie comes up to me and sits down next to me on my right side.
"Hey," Callie says.
"Hey you," I say back. I manage to turn around in time to catch Callie blushing a little. "Why are you blushing?" I question.
"It…just…um…just…nothing, it's nothing." Callie stutters.
"Just tell me," I say with a light smile.
"It's just my nickname…" Callie trails off.
"Nickname, what nickname?" I ask with confusion.
"Hey you," Callie says, "every time you see me you always say hey you."
"Oh, did you want me stop?"
"No," Callie all but yells, "I love it when you say that." Callie says in a lower voice. "Anyway that's not what I'm here for. I'm here to ask you question."
"What is it?"
"Well since we have tomorrow and Friday off, I was thinking that maybe we could have a movie marathon at my place. Order some Chinese food and just watch movies."
"Only if we can scary movies at some point during this binge."
Callie just gives me a blank stare before she sighs and cinches her jaw, "fine," she finally says. "I'll watch scary movies, but for every scary movie you force me to watch, you have to watch a musical movie after."
I let out a slight winch of pain. "Deal."
"Great, see you tomorrow then," Callie says as she gets up from her chair. "If you need me I'll be on the sixth floor checking my patients."
"Okay," I say before I return to my paperwork.
The only thing that happened between then and me sitting on the Callie's floor the next afternoon, was two traumas, a great dinner from Burger King, a morning run and breakfast from Dunkin Donuts.
It's about 4 in the afternoon and we are on our fifth movie, Chicago. Chicago is a musical, which means movie number 4 was a scary movie. I made her watch Darkness Falls. During Darkness Falls, Callie slid closer to me so she was leaning against the right side of my body with her head resting on my shoulder. I have my right arm around her, while my thumb slides back and forth on her arm, and her left hand is resting on my upper right thigh with her thumb doing the same as mine, sliding back and forth.
In the middle of When You're Good to Mama, Callie's hand slowly starts to inch its way upwards towards my center. Even though it looks like I'm watching this horrible movie, I'm actually watching Callie's hand as it slowly slides up my leg. I should stop her, because I don't do this. I don't have sex, I don't get sex, I could live the rest of my life without having sex. It would be easier for all parties involved if Callie and I didn't have sex. Yet, I can't move. My arms and legs and glued to their current position, and it would seem that my brain has given up on the fight about my no sex rule.
Her hand is has to be about two inches away when I hear a whisper in my left ear…stop her…
Why? What's the worse that could happen, we have sex she founds out that I'm terrible in bed and then we go on about our lives as friends…It's not like we're going to get married and have kids with a white picnicked fence and a dog.
Her hand gets about a half inch away, when my dark passenger forces me to grab her wrist and say, "Callie."
Callie just sits up and looks at me for a brief second before her lips come crashing into my mine. There is nothing slow and passionate about this kiss, it started out hot and heavy, and with each passing second our kiss just grows with more intensity. Callie's left hand finally leaves my thigh as she uses both hands to grab my shirt by my stomach to pull me closer to her. As I start to lean forward towards her, she starts to lean back so she is lying on the floor. When Callie reaches the floor, I find myself lying on top of her with my hands on either side of her head. I feel her legs spread open and start to rub back and forth on thighs, almost if she doesn't know whether to leave them by my side or wrap them around my waist. Her hands are on my lower back just underneath my shirt tracing random patterns for a few seconds before she grabs my lower shirt and takes it off.
Callie breaks our kiss as she takes in the moment that she was been waiting for since forever, which is seeing me somewhat topless. Her hands follow the indents in my stomach. Her eyes stay glued on body while she bites her lower lip and eyes start grow as shade dark. Just like it did a few months ago, her biting her lower lip does something to me. That tingle comes back, but it is a lot stronger as it travels down my body. And when it reaches its destination, I notice a lot of moisture between my legs…I'm aroused. For the first time in life I'm sexually attracted to another human being.
My thoughts are cut short when Callie's hands wrap around my back and push me back down so we can resume our kissing. It's slower this time and filled with emotion, emotion I never knew I had. Before my hands fall back to their original resting place they make a quick detour to the collar of the Callie's shirts, where I literately rip her shirt in two right down the middle. She lets out a low growl and I feel her smiling as I continue to kiss her.
With my hands in a new resting place, on either side of her body, I move my head over and start to kiss down her jaw line and neck. I manage to place an open mouth kiss on her collarbone when she says something that catches my attention.
"Alli mismo," (Right there) she says in Spanish.
I haven't spoken Spanish since high school, so I have no clue what she is saying. I nip at her collarbone to gauge her reaction.
"Dios," (God) she whines as her right hand tangles itself in my hair.
I take the hint as I drag my tongue across her neck to the other side to give the other collarbone the same attention. I nip at her collarbone before I soothe the pain with a kiss. After my second nip at her collarbone her grip around my head and back grow tighter. "Usted me esta haciendo mojado" (you're making me wet) she whispers in my ear.
Even though I have no clue what she's saying, all I know is that I like it when she speaks Spanish. The more Spanish she speaks the more aroused I get. I stay focused on her collarbone while I my right hand slides over to the left to the find her stomach. Once it's on her stomach, I slide it down towards her pants. Callie was wearing a black t-shirt until I ripped if off, and she has on a pair of bright green Seattle Seahawk sweatpants. I take the time to untie the drawstring before my hand slips under her pants. The second my fingers lightly graze her sex she lets out a sigh, and I let out a groan because she is soaking. I…
"…don't need details," Nick cutsoff.
I just give him small smile, "anyway, why are you here?" I question as I lean back on the couch.
Nick gives me a small look of confusion, "I'm here because you called me." Nick says as he points to himself.
I look off towards the left as I try to remember if I really did call him or if he was looking for an excuse to come see me and harass me about my relationship with Callie. "That's right I did call you," I say as I snap my finger and give him a mocking tone. "Three hours ago." I hear my voice drop with annoyance.
"Yeah I know it took me awhile to get here. I was in the middle of getting my ass handed to me." Nick says with slight head nod. "If I don't find and stop this 'Road Truck Killer' not only am I going to be kicked off the case, I'm going to be demoted as well."
"What's the matter with your golden ticket?" I question as I point to myself.
"One you're a flawless serial killer who leaves me no clues to help get the ball start rolling, and two even though I don't like the family that you've built for yourself, I couldn't live with myself if I took you away from them." Nick pauses for a second. "No matter how hard I try, I could never be an emotionless monster like you."
I don't really say anything as I just slightly nod my head. "Well I think you can breath ease for the next the few days, because I might have found your next golden ticket that doesn't get you kicked off the case or demoted."
Nick just gives me a perplex look.
"The red folder on my desk," I say as I nod my head over towards my desk.
Nick turns and walks over to my desk and grabs the red folder that is sitting on my desk on the top right corner. Once he has the folder he turns to face me while he opens the folder and begins to scan through the pages. After about 5 minutes of silence he closes the folder and then looks up at me, with the same perplex look as before.
The idiot can't put two and two together.
"I don't get it, what does a car have to do with the killings?" Nick finally asks.
"Well," I start off with after a long sigh. "A few days ago Callie and I picked up a stalker in the form of a black 2015 Toyota Avalon. Every night between the 7:30pm and 11:30pm two houses down from my front door the Avalon would just sit there and watch my family and I. The windows are too dark for anybody to look inside and every time you get close to it to investigate, it drives away. Finally last week I was able to pull a fast one on it and I was able to sneak up behind it and get the license plate number." I pause to let out a chuckle.
"What's so funny about the license plate number?" Nick questions, still looking at me confused.
"The license is an out of state vanity plate. It's yellow, with a picture of a stick figure drawing, like a child drew it, and on the bottom of the plate in black childish hand writing it says 'choose life'." I say with a full smile. "I think its funny because I'm 100% positive that the driver of that car is the Road Truck Killer." I pause for a moment to see if Nick will finally put two and two together, he doesn't. "The Road Truck Killer who is taking lives is driving around in a car promoting life… It's serial killer humor." I stop talking to laugh for a few minutes before I continue talking. "Anyway, the car is registered to a Oca Enterprises. It's a gas station, and a car rental company for people whose car breaks down in the middle of the everglades."
"The car is from Florida?"
I just nod my head.
"Has the car been reported as stolen?"
I just shake my head. "Dave and Shannon Powell, husband and wife, and the owners of the shop have been missing for the past four mouths. They had two sons, who had nothing to do with company, and they are currently in the process of selling the company to some other local of the everglades."
Nick looks around the room for a few minutes coming up with some theory in his head. "Ok, so you think our killer is either Dave or Shannon."
I don't say anything as I feel my face start to contort with confusion.
"Maybe Dave and Shannon were like you and Callie. One of them was a serial killer, and somehow they got away from the partner for a little while so they could kill people on the east coast." Nick starts to pace between my door and my desk, "business meetings and conferences." Nick says as he snaps his finger and points to me.
This man is defending our country? He's a fucking idiot.
"It makes the most sense, how else would they get away from their partner for a long period of time." Nick pauses to think for a second. "Okay, so one of them is the Road Truck Killer, they come home and realize how much they love and miss killing, so they kill their partner fake their death and drive around the country killing all these people."
"No," I say flatly. "David and Shannon are not your killers. More than likely they were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Oca Enterprises is located on Highway 41, between Naples and Miami, it's a two line road that goes for 93.9 miles. There are no rest stops, and there is no cell phone service for those 93.9 miles. The locals call that stretch of road Alligator Alley. Someone killed David and Shannon cut up their bodies and fed them to the alligators."
"How can you be so certain?" Nick questions, with a little bit of defeat in eyes.
"David and Shannon kept a paper log of people who rented cars from them, and someone went through a lot of trouble of cutting their name out of their book. Picture number 2, FDLE evidence number 87 in the missing person report of David and Shannon Powell."
Nick looks down at the folder and takes out the picture and takes a closer look at it.
"The one thing the Road Truck Killer didn't realize was David and Shannon also kept a virtual log, for their insurance company. The last name of the last person to rent a car was…"
"Joseph Nguyen, Black 2015 Toyota Avalon, license plate WG7 4Q5." Nick cut off.
"Joseph Nguyen was a government problem, which means he's on government computers and databases and this serial killer loves her freedom, so you're on your own for a little while you look into Nguyen."
And base off his last theory that kind of scares me.
"Well what are you doing now?" Nick asks.
"Now, I eat." I say as I get up off the couch. I know he wants me to go to the base and help look into the background Joseph Nguyen, and I would love too, but my passenger and I are getting hungry for a little human blood. But just anybody, we are craving Dr. Karen Fowler.
Dr. Fowler is a Michigan native, was born and raised in Grand Rapids Michigan, just an hour east of the state capitol Lansing. When it was time to go away for college, like most teenagers she didn't stray too far from home. She went to University of Detroit Mercy in Detroit Michigan where she majored in Psychology with a concentration in child development. During her four years at Detroit Mercy, Karen discovered her love for women, and her love for killing them when she was 'done' with them. She was smart about her killing for the first three in a half years, she only killed homeless women, women people wouldn't notice or wouldn't care if they went missing. This worked for her all the way up to her last semester at Detroit Mercy.
The start of her spring semester of her senior year, she found a homeless woman name Jennifer Starks. I don't know what her MO was back then for luring the women, but I do know that after she murdered them she dumped their bodies in abandon buildings and then set the those building on fire. Karen was smart enough to make the fires look like an accident. Michigan has been known to get quiet cold in the winter and a lot of homeless people will start fires in abandon buildings to keep warm. Sometimes when they fall a sleep the fire gets out of control and burns the building down and kills the people inside in the process. Somehow Karen lured Jennifer to her death, and when she dumped the body she thought that things wouldn't change, but she was wrong.
Jennifer Starks wasn't really a homeless woman; she was an undercover cop working on some underground drug ring. The police officers always treat each other like family and would look out for one another on and off the job. The Detroit police department was no different. They searched high and low for Jennifer's killer and towards the end of their investigation they proved themselves to be a pretty good police force, because during their investigation they stumble upon Karen Fowler and made her a suspect. As the days pasted she became the primary suspect, and eventually they knew she was the murderer, but Karen was a good serial killer so the Detroit police department couldn't arrest her. Since the police couldn't arrest her they did the next best thing, harass the shit out her. No matter where she went in Michigan she was pulled over because police officer's from all counties knew she was a cop killer.
After a long spring semester, Karen graduated and packed her bags and moved to Forth Worth Texas where she attended Texas Christian University. She received her graduate and post graduate from the university in Child Development. The first year she was in Texas, Karen, was laying low. She didn't kill her first Texan until she was half way through her second year of grad school. I guess during that down time she realized how much she loved the rush of almost getting caught when she was Michigan because when she started to kill again, she moved up the predator totem pole and went after illegal immigrates. Instead of killing people in Forth Worth Texas and burning the bodies, she would drive 4 hours south to Houston Texas. One it was closer to the boarder and two it was closer to the water. After she would kill her victim she would take her small 30 foot Pursuit ST 310 out onto the Gulf of Mexico and dump the bodies over board. She kept up this route for the whole 10 years that she lived in Texas.
She did her clinical at St. Joseph Medical Center in Houston, she did such a great job that after her clinical she was offered a full time job, which she accepted.
She had been working at St. Joseph for about two years before things started to go south for her. It started when one of her co-workers saw her flirting with one of the women she was going to kill. She lived in the south where 85% of people living there frown upon being gay.
After she was outed at work, her life became a living hell again. Her pay was docked so severely she had to sell her boat, house and car to just barely make by each mouth. They started getting fewer hours at work, and less patients as well. I don't when and how she did this, but some time during her stay at St. Joseph she met and impressed Anthony Turner one of the best child psychologist at the time. He was moving to Seattle because his wife got a senior management job at Boeing. He was going to start a practice there and he wanted Dr. Fowler to work there. Needless to say, she said yes. And she has been here ever since.
As I researched Dr. Fowler's time here in Seattle, I realized that she doesn't have self-control like me. I say this because she let the high and rush of almost getting caught lead her down the path of picking victims that get noticed almost immediately when they go missing. Mothers. More importantly the mothers of her patients, ever since she started killing again she has killed 10 mothers and any of their kids that got in her way. That lack of self-control can get you in a lot in trouble, and in a few short days she'll found how much trouble she's really in. No amount of money can stop a persecution by Arizona Robbins, the original Puget Sound Butcher.
Dr. Fowler is richer than rich. She has millions of dollars in her checking and savings account, and instead of blowing all that money on shit she doesn't needs she only buys the essentials. The only thing that she spent a lot of money on, is where she lives. Dr. Fowler lives on 78-foot custom built Squadron luxury motor yacht that cost her 580 million dollars. She also forks over $5,000 a mouth to keep her boat at the Woodmark Hotel and yacht club in Kirkland Washington.
Having a yacht club that doubles as a luxury hotel for people hope I my kids don't turn out to be, makes things a little harder. But this serial killer loves a challenge and I will find a way to get on her boat undetected. Who are we kidding; I already have a way of getting on her boat undetected.
The hotel and yacht club are located on the same property, but have two different entrances. The first entrance the entrance I take, leads you to where the residents of Seattle can dock their yachts. The waiting list for the residents of Seattle to dock their yacht at Woodmark is 10 years with a $20,000 annual club fee followed by a $5,000 monthly fee.
Thanks, but no thanks, this place too pricey and too upscale for the likes of me.
I park the Range Rover in the employee parking lot all the way in the back before I turn off the car unbuckle my seat belt and slide into my back seat. I'm sitting in the middle of the back seat when I look over towards my right and grab my trusty black duffel bag off the floor where is was resting behind the passenger seat. I take out a black long sleeve polo shirt with the Woodmark Hotel emblem on the left breast along with a some khaki pants and my usual black converse shoes.
I know this isn't my usual black long sleeve shirt with a black pants and black converse shoes, but if I want to get to Dr. Fowler's yacht undetected I have to play by the Woodmark Hotel's rules. Dock works must were khaki pants or shorts when working outside and they must where the Woodmark Hotel marina polo shirts either short sleeve or long sleeve when working outside as well. After I put on my outfit, I get out of the car and lock it. As I walk up to employee security guard shack on the employee entrance side of the dock, I put on a freshly stolen nametag. According to this nametag my name in is Nancy and I have been employed here at the Woodmark since 2010.
There are two entrances to the dock for the residents of Seattle. The main entrance, which is only for the people for who have a boat here, and the employee entrance which is about a half mile away from the main entrance. Just like the employee entrance the main entrance has a security guard shack in front of it as well. People wanting to get into the dock must show their yacht club membership card to the guard. The card is nothing special. It's a black card with Woodmark Yacht Club on the top. It has the location of the yacht club underneath the name and the type of membership that person holds under the address. In the middle of the card is the person's picture and their full name. On the lower left side of the card it says when there memberships expires, on the lower middle it has their member ID number and their phone number and on the lower right side it says how long they have been member. No card, no entry. If you have guests coming, you must give the guard their names 48 hours in advance. When the guest arrive they must give the guard a photo a ID so they can put a face with the name and make sure the proper person goes through. No name, no entry. Seems pretty simple.
I don't want my name or face to be known so I opted for the easier path. With the proper outfit and nametag I can just walk past the guard shack by the employee entrance. The fact that it's Wednesday and Bob is monitoring the employee entrance makes it a lot easier as well.
Bob is a middle-aged man with what looks likes brown hair. I say that because he shaved his head and his hair is starting to come back. He stands at about 5'5 with a nice little beer gut. Bob used to be cop at the Seattle police department. But the combination of not liking be told what to do, running his mouth and being lazy got him fired.
Bob's lazyness is key to getting on to Dr. Fowler boat. Security guards have to perform rounds on the dock and the surrounding area of the dock every 3 hours, and Bob does not do this. He patrols when he first gets to work, after his lunch break and then right before he leaves.
Bob is busy flirting with a co-worker when I get to the entrance so I'm able to get through with no trouble. The dock is a straight line that leads out into the ocean for about three miles. This part of the dock is lined up with smaller yachts and sail boats. When I make to the end I'm forced to either turn left or right. I turn right and start walk in another straight line. This part of the dock is lined with luxury yachts and they are all beautiful. I feel myself get mesmerized by all these beautiful yachts while I walk toward Karen's.
Karen's yacht is at the very end of the slip on the star side of the dock because her yacht is one of the biggest ones here. When I finally reach her yacht I feel my breath hitch a little bit. Her yacht is absolutely beautiful in person. Once I regain my composure I look around to see that no one else is around me. I don't want to draw suspicion towards me if I missed someone so I use my sleeves to help get me up the ladder instead of using latex gloves. Those come later.
When I finally climb the ladder I take a quick look around her fly bridge. It has the same set up as mine. It has a nice seating area to your left with a large deck so people can walk around, or sun bathe like Callie, Addison and Lexie when we take my boat out on the lake in the summer. Right behind me is a small stairwell that leads down. I'm guessing this is how you enter the haul of her yacht. As walk down the small staircase I pull out my latex gloves and my small lock picking kit from my back pocket. After I put on my latex gloves I pick the lock and enter the haul. When I enter the upper deck I'm immediately greeted by living room. A nice black leather couch takes up the wall on my left side, with small black corner tables on either side of couch. There is a 60-inch flat screen, TV to my right with a cable box and an Apple TV under it. My empty handed search of living room causes me to move on into the kitchen. There is a dining room table to left with a room for a family of eight, and a whole kitchen to my right. She is has a full size refrigerator, and full size oven. There is a lot of counter space and a small panty as well. Just like my search in living room I come up with nothing.
I walk straight ahead out of the kitchen and come to another set of stairs that lead downwards. When I walk downstairs the door is unlocked so I just open and walk through it to enter the lower deck. I have the choice of walking to my left towards the front of the boat or walking to my right towards the back of the boat. I choose left.
On the left side of the boat is were all the bedrooms are. She has a master bedroom, two guest bedrooms and front bedroom. The guest bedrooms have their own bathroom, and the front bedroom has access to both bathrooms and can choose whichever bathroom they want. All three of the bedrooms and both bathroom have nothing special. I'm greeted with a small surprise when I enter the master bedroom. There is a king size bed that takes up most of the room. It is up against the wall right in the middle of the room. On either side of the bed is a nightstand, and the objects sitting on both nightstands get my attention. On the nightstand on the right side of the bed is a family picture, but its not just any family. It's my family. It's a picture of Callie and I standing next each other while she holds Jackie and I hold William, and Sofia standing between us, with Cinderella's castle in the background. The picture isn't complete with a perfect photo bomb of Mark, Lexie, Addison and Teddy in background.
Just like Taco Tuesday, that was the year when the Robbins-Montgomery-Sloan family made it a summer tradition to fly to Florida and spend a week at Disney World. That picture was taken two years ago, or the first year we decided to make it a tradition.
I look at the picture one more time to see that everything in the picture is untouched, expect for me. My face has been replaced with the face of Karen Fowler. A spark of anger rushes through me as I put the picture back and move over to the other side of the bed. That anger comes back twice as strong when I see the other picture on the left side of the bed, it's a picture of my wife that I took on my phone last year.
With a nice shove from Teddy, Yang was nominated and won the Harper Avery award when she created a conduit for a baby using a 3-D printer. Yang wouldn't admit it out loud but she wanted her close friends to be there if she didn't win. You know to help ease the pain. She wanted Meredith and Derek, Callie and me, Evil Spawn? and Jo, Teddy and Addison, and Owen to round out the list. Callie was wearing a gorgeous black Tadashi Shoji one shoulder illusion grown, with white diamond hoop earrings. I got her those earrings as bribe to get her to let me stay out past my curfew. Let's just say it didn't work… Anyways, her hair is down and to the right side and she sporting a wide and loving smile towards me…
With a sigh I put the picture back and continue to search the room. At the end of my search I come up empty handed again. I take one more glance at my pictures before I leave the master bedroom in anger. The left side of the boat was a bust for me, with fingers the crossed I hope to find more stuff on the right side of the lower deck. The door that led to the back part of the boat was locked, and required a quick pick from me. After I unlock the door and step through the doorway, I'm greeted with the faint tang of Pine-Sol in the air. It was like someone had scrubbed this place so thoroughly that no germs or odors could survive.
To my right was a small sitting area with a small table, a couch and a 50-inch TV with an Apple TV under it. Under the TV are three large bins just begging to be opened. One is filled with candy, the next with plastic action figures and Barbie dolls. And the third is crammed with rolls of duct tape.
Don't get me wrong I love duct tape, it can be used for so many things. But I think having twenty rolls or more is a bit excessive. Unless, you are using it for some specific purpose that required a great deal of it. Perhaps a science project involving multiple middle aged women and their offspring. I move over towards my left and enter another guest bedroom, but this bedroom is different from the other four bedrooms I just looked at.
The mattress… My dark friend hisses to me.
I listen to him has walk up the mattress and touch it. It crackles under fabric, there's a rubber casing under the sheets. I feel my passenger start to get excited when I move the mattress to one side. He starts to giggle like a schoolgirl when we discover four ringbolts screwed into the shelf, one on each corner. His excitement grows when I lift the hatch to the bed and discover 4 chains about 25 feet in length, along with 4 pairs of handcuffs. Accompanying the chains and handcuffs are five anchors. Anchors are usually a good idea to have on a boat, but a yacht that is meant to cruise the world needs something a lot larger then these five small anchors.
Kill her… He whispers with excitement.
"No," I say out loud as I put the bed back the way found it. "These are small pieces my friend. They are small pieces that make a very interesting picture, but all of these things can be explained as massive coincidence. We need something conclusive."
My passenger just grumbles as I continue to make the bed…Found it…
I feel my eyes gravitate towards a drawer on the right side of bed. I walk over to the drawer and pull it open and start to look though it.
Pull it out…
I do.
In the back…
I look at the back of drawer and sure enough there is a small secret compartment on the back end of the drawer. And inside the secret compartment, pictures. Pictures of naked women in a variety of poses, and according to these pictures she really does need a lot a duct tape. In one of the pictures the woman looked like she was in a sliver-gray cocoon with only certain areas exposed. What was left exposed told me a great deal about Dr. Fowler.
The photos were good quality, taken from many different angles and locations here on this boat. One series of photos stood out particular to me. A pale, flabby naked woman in a black hood stood over a tightly taped woman, almost like a trophy shot. From the shape and coloring of the body the Passenger and I are quite sure that the woman is Dr. Fowler, even though the hood is covering her face.
Looks like Karen Fowler is the lucky Grand Prize winner in the Dark Passenger's Clearinghouse Sweepstakes… Who's taking the picture?
Good question, I flip through the pictures several more times to see that there are way too many different angles for the pictures to have been taken automatically. I feel spark of excitement run through my spine as my Passenger starts to get happy about the possibility of a two for one. The only way these pictures could've taken is with the help of an accomplice.
Half way through my second flip I feel my heart drop into my stomach, and a rush of anger, from not only me but from the Passenger as well, runs through me head to toe. I start to see tiny feet on the bottom of some of the pictures, and in the upper corner I can see small fingers. Dr. Fowler didn't have an accomplice. She used the children of her victims as her photographer.
Never in all of my years of killing have I ever been so disgusted by one of my future kills. It literally takes every once of strength from both and Passenger and I to leave this boat. As much as I want to have the Thumb Print Killer waiting on that boat for Dr. Fowler, Callie would never stand why I did it and she did promise me that she would leave me before calling the police. And sadly I can't function without her in my life.
I take the long way back to the hospital to give me chance to calm down. And it worked all the way up until I sat down at my desk to go over the much dredged budget planning. Sitting in the middle of my desk is large white envelope that has my name on it, in Callie's handwriting. I grab the envelope, open it and remove the contents. It's the school pictures from Brightwater. That blind rage and anger come flooding back as I look at pictures of my tiny humans. The thought of Dr. Fowler tapping up my wife and violating her while she forces Sofia to watch and take pictures makes the rational Arizona leave the room, while a more violent and unforgiving Arizona enters.
"I'm pretty sure Addison and I are next…" Teddy says as she walks into my office.
"What?" I question as I put down the pictures and look up towards my door.
Teddy closes and locks my door before she takes a sit across from me. "Dr. Anderson. Reed Anderson has been missing for the past four days. Reed slept with Mark while he was dating me. Mark slept with Amelia, Addison, me, the list goes on."
"Trust me I know." I say to her. "I'm pretty sure Mark didn't sleep with his daughter or and grandson, and no one told me about his experimental stage in college because a few men have found themselves killed by the Road Truck Killer."
"It's just…" Teddy trails. "Something doesn't feel right. I've been getting this feeling like someone is always watching Addison and I."
"Have you noticed anything weird following you around?" I choose my words carefully because I don't want her to get paranoid about the stalker that Callie and I have picked up.
"No not really, but I did notice…" Teddy stops talking when she feels her phone vibrate. "Hold on for a moment." Teddy says as she looks down at the screen. "Hey hun," Teddy says with a smile that soon fades away.
"Wait, wait, Addison. Calm down." Teddy pauses for a moment while Addison calms down.
I can hear Addison talking but I can't make out what she's saying, but whatever it is it can't be good because Teddy's face becomes pale and full of fear. "Ok, it's going to be ok. Arizona and I are on our way right now. Just go to the bedroom with Madison and don't open the door for anyone." Teddy says before she hangs up the phone and turns to look at me.
"What happened?" I ask.
"Someone tried to break into our apartment…"
A/N: I'm in the middle of writing Chapter 9 right now and I good idea where I want to go so hopefully I won't disappear again.