Author note: Happy Holidays! And Merry Christmas to people celebrating Christmas!

Here's my first update, and hope I don't lose any of the goodwill I've received so far! :)

Chapter 2

"Callie," was the first word out of Arizona's mouth as she regained consciousness. Then she tried to get up, but she couldn't. She was lying in a hospital bed and she was restrained to the bed in handcuffs. She fought harder against the handcuffs.

"There's no point in that," she heard the familiar voice of Dr. Miranda Bailey.

"Bailey. Where's Callie? Where is she?" Arizona asked frantically. However, she was put off by Bailey who was looking at her sternly. She looked like she was about to yell, but instead she just looked at her with disgust before speaking.

"You were brought in with a grade 3 concussion. You are going to be here for overnight observation and then you will be discharged into police custody."

"Bailey. What's going on? Where's Callie?" Arizona questioned again.

"You tell me," Bailey said harshly.

"Bailey. Please. I don't know. I walked into the apartment and Meredith was already dead. But the last thing I remember is hearing Callie screaming. So please tell me if she's okay," now Arizona was frantic. She just needed to know that Callie was okay.

"I told the detectives I would let them know when you were awake," Bailey said before walking out of the patient room. Arizona's eyes were glazed over with tears now.

What the hell is going on? Please. Callie. Be okay.

Two men in suits walked into her room. They read her her Miranda Rights and explained that she was being arrested for the murder of Meredith Grey. She interrupted them.

"What about Callie? Where is she?"

"That's what we want you to tell us. We found a second blood pattern that we believe to be hers. So we want to know... where did you take her body," one of the detectives asked.

Body. So she's dead. No. They didn't say that. They found blood. They don't even know if it's hers. They are probably doing a DNA test now. Even if it's her blood, she could be alive. They would have just left her like Meredith if it were otherwise. She has to still be alive.

"She might still be alive. You need to find her!"

"Then tell us were she is. Everyone tells us that you love her very much. We're sure you didn't mean to hurt her. So if she's still alive, you need to tell us where she is. You don't want two deaths on your hands," It was the same detective who spoke earlier. He must be the lead. Detective Hamilton.

"I don't know where she is! That's why you need to go look for her! Whoever killed Meredith, and knocked me out must have taken her. So she might still be okay. But you need to find her!" Arizona was yelling now, and pulling against her restraints. After a few moments of struggling she calmed down, and her eyes began to well with tears again.

"Here is what I think happened," the other detective, Detective Malone said. "You texted Meredith Grey telling her to meet you and Callie and your apartment-"

"What? I never texted Meredith," she interrupted.

"We have phone records that indicate otherwise," he said back while holding up a piece of paper showing the phone record of a text sent from her phone to Meredith saying to meet at her apartment after work so that the three of them could talk.

"I was in surgery most of the day, and my phone was in my locker. Someone else could have used my phone to send that text."

"Lot's of people know your locker combo? That'd be convenient," Malone said sarcastically. "No. You sent that text. Then you got into an argument, and you killed her. Now maybe Callie got home earlier than you planned on. You both got into a struggle which is when she hurt you, but you were able to kill her and then get ride of the body before you passed out."

"That's not what happened at all!"

"Come on! You were found covered in Meredith's blood!" He yelled.

"Because I slipped in her blood when I got home."

"Your finger prints were found on her body!"

"Because I had to turn her to see who she was."

"Why didn't you just call the cops right when you got home?"

"I was in shock. And I was scared that it was Callie!"

"No you killed Callie. Your neighbors heard her screaming your name and begging you to stop!" He was spitting now with his rage.

"She was screaming for me to help her, but I'd already been knocked down!" She was equally furious. However, now Detective Malone seemed to have reached a place of calm knowing that he had gotten under her skin.

"Your finger prints were found on the murder weapon," he said.

"What murder weapon?"

"Meredith Grey was killed with a letter opener. She was stabbed with it, coroner has already counted more than 20 entry points. And guess who that letter opener belonged to, and whose finger prints were found on it?" He said smugly. Arizona could practically feel the way her face drained itself of color entirely. She could only assume that the killer had used her letter opener as the murder weapon. It seemed like whoever orchestrated this act did so perfectly to implicate her.

"I want to talk to my lawyer." She said finally. She needed to get out of here and she needed to find Callie.

"Fine. We're done here anyway," Malone said with disgust. Then both officers left Arizona alone with her own thoughts.

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