AN: Chapter 4 was really more of a setup chapter, so wanted to get Chapter 5 up quick.

Chapter 5

The sun was just beginning to rise. Arizona's head was throbbing. She needed food, and she needed rest, but she had no idea where to go. She was tempted to go to Teddy's, but she had already gotten Teddy plenty involved and was likely to get caught if she went anywhere near Teddy again. She also needed to get ride of this car as she was sure the police were looking for it. She had kept her word and called the police letting them know that Mr. Jefferson was tied up in his apartment. She had then tossed the phone, but if she didn't ditch the car soon she would be thrown back in prison.

She had one idea.

That's a horrible idea. But I don't have any others...

She parked the car in the woods, keeping it mostly hidden by brush and trees. Then she walked through the woods a little ways before reaching a clearing and in the clearing was Derek Shepherd's trailer. She picked the lock with her trusty paper clip, and slipped inside. She raided a few of the cupboards and found and took a bottle of water and some crackers, and began eating. She wanted to go over the documents she'd printed, but with her exhaustion she felt that it would do no good. She had never felt so tired before in her life, not even during her internship years. She decided to take a nap and set an alarm on her wristwatch and borrowed a kitchen timer she found. She set it for the hour.

All I need is an hour.

She of course dreamt of Callie. It was more of a memory than it was a dream. It was the first night they had been together. They had finished eating their pizza, and were laying side by side in bed, starring at the ceiling while talking. Arizona had re-established hand holding and couldn't keep her face from breaking out in a huge smile. Callie was talking about Seattle Grace, and some of her more embarrassing moments, like the time Richard Webber saw her dancing in her underwear in the basement.

Arizona barked out a laugh, and then turned to stare at Callie. Callie feeling eyes upon her turned to meet Arizona's gaze. Callie smiled so brightly, and Arizona just felt this rush of pure joy touch her heart for the first time in a long time.

"What is it?" Callie broke the silence because Arizona's stare was beginning to worry her. Maybe Arizona was having second thoughts about them. Maybe Callie had underperformed and Arizona didn't want to be with some newborn.

Arizona so quickly saw the flash of panic in Callie's features. She felt guilty for being the reason that Callie was insecure in this way, but she quickly kissed Callie to pull her out of her panic.

"You are so beautiful. And you're amazing," She whispered. Then Callie reached for Arizona's cheek and pulled her into a kiss before rolling onto her back, pulling Arizona on top of her never breaking the kiss.

Arizona moaned into Callie's mouth as she felt their breasts press against each other. Callie's hands roamed her shoulder blades, before roaming the rest of her back and finally Arizona's ass. Arizona used one hand to caress Callie's face, while she kissed and nipped and sucked along her jaw and neck, and her other hand ran up and down Callie's ribcage. There hands began to more frantically roam each other's bodies, and they were kissing one another heatedly, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Arizona began to rock her hips causing Callie to gasp. Arizona pulled away from Callie, and they were both panting. Arizona hovered above Callie just gazing down at her, and she continued to grind down on Callie. She smiled as she saw Callie slam her eyes shut and squirm in pleasure. This was what Arizona had been missing her whole life. Callie.

Arizona woke up with a grin. Her body ached in the best possible way. She turned to face Callie whose back was to her.

"Callie," Arizona whispered with a grin. The only thing she could think of that would be better than sex with Callie would be morning sex with Callie. There was no response. She placed her hand on Callie's shoulder and Callie rolled so that she was now on her back. Arizona tried to scream, but no sound came out. She was looking Callie straight in the eyes, and they were cold and lifeless eyes. There were bruises and cuts all across her face. Arizona scrambled to sit up, and when she looked at her hands they were covered in blood. She flung the comforter off of her and when she looked down she saw the sheets stained with blood, and the blood seemed to be moving. How could there be so much blood. All she could see was red. She started to move away, in pure horror and shock, and then she fell out of bed-

Arizona groaned as she hit the floor. She was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Her wrist watch was beeping. She looked at it in shock. She had slept right though her alarms, and she was still exhausted.

I need to find Callie.

She pushed herself off the floor and reached for the Meredith Grey files. She also decided to turn on the radio to listen for news. She found a local broadcast.

"- she was last spotted leaving the apartment complex. It's believed that she fled the complex with Jefferson's vehicle, a 2012 blue Ford Fusion, and she may still have that vehicle. Dr. Arizona Robbins is 5'5" and Caucasian with blonde hair and blue eyes reported to last be seen wearing blue jeans, and a blue shirt. For a photo of the suspect wanted for the disappearance of Dr. Calliope Torres and murder of Dr. Meredith Grey go to . Anyone with information on Dr. Robbin's whereabouts are encouraged to call the police, but not to engage as she is considered armed and dangerous."

Arizona sighed and turned down the volume, but left the radio on in case any new information was available. She began skimming through the papers, case files that Meredith had worked on. Meredith's last case had come from the pit and there was nothing out of the ordinary there, a man with a head lac that she operated on with Derek Shepherd. Then Arizona dug deeper to older files, and Arizona noticed occasional words that Meredith had scribbled in the margins. Things like "inoperable," "Promethozima," and "Harper Avery." But what she really found curious was that Meredith had been working on a lot of cases with Callie, which struck Arizona as odd since Callie hadn't mentioned working with Meredith at all. Maybe that was because many of these outcomes were negative, all these patients had either died within days of surgery or were currently in coma's.

Why were you doing so many general surgeries?

Arizona couldn't make any sense of it. Then she saw that a common factor in all these surgeries that Meredith and Callie had done together was that a drug named Paroxotinine was used. She began searching specifically for files with that drug listed in it. She came across one file with a patient named Thomas Benson, age 9. He was deceased and had had surgery to remove tumors from his liver and pancreas, and he had been treated with Paroxotinine.

And there was Dr. Arizona Robbins' signature stating that she was the attending who had operated on Thomas Benson.

AN: So it's the first time that we really "see" Callie, and it's in a dream/flashback.

I literally made up that drug name so... don't worry about it. And because Meredith scribbled in the margins, she scanned the cases back into the computer system which is how Arizona could see the handwriting.

Thanks for reading!