Chapter 7

Jackson. Jackson was behind all of this. He killed Meredith and he took Callie.

Why?

It would make sense. Arizona had heard that he was a member of the Harper Avery family. So maybe he was doing illegal work to try and impress his family. Live up to the name if he could do some ground breaking research, but wanted to make sure he had a sure thing before going through the FDA. She didn't know why he chose to get Meredith and Callie involved. Maybe it was envy because Meredith was Ellis Grey's daughter and Callie had made Cartilage from scratch. Callie built limbs from nothing like God. And Arizona was Head of PEDS, so it made sense that he would have to forge her signature.

Arizona walked out of the library. She had to find Jackson. It was the only way to find Callie. She didn't know where to find Jackson though. She could try the hospital, but the news mentioned heightened security that was put in place after her escape to ensure staff and patient safety. Well, she'd have to think of something.

Jackson walked out of Seattle Grace Mercy West. He was on his cell phone, and was headed towards his car.

"It's over," were the last words he said before hanging up his phone. He unlocked his car doors, and then opened his door and got in. Before he could start the car, someone slipped into the seat behind the driver.

"Jackson," Arizona said cooly. She was holding the gun she'd gotten off of the intruder at her apartment. Jackson's gun was now being used against him.

"Jesus," Jackson exclaimed in shock. He was immediately flustered, "What are you doing here? The police are everywhere. They say that you killed Meredith and Callie."

"Shut up, and drive to your apartment. And remember I'm the daughter of a marine, if you try anything I swear to God I'll shoot you," She said roughly. He started the car, but didn't start driving yet.

"What do you want with me?" He asked nervously.

"What happened to your hand?"

"Smashed my hand in a doorway with a cart," He lied. Even if she hadn't already known the truth about how he had hurt his hand she would have known he was lying. He lacked a gift for it. She moved the muzzle of the gun so it was now pressed against his skull.

"Drive now," She growled. It was the first time Arizona noticed a shift within herself. She was no longer fearful (at least not as fearful), she was angry, vengeful even. Jackson did as he was told. They rode in silence. Arizona was weary of his every move. Soon he pulled into a parking garage of a large apartment complex. When he took his keys out of the ignition, Arizona spoke again.

"We are going to get out of the car, and we are going to go into your apartment. If you try anything I'll kill you. We both know that I have nothing left to lose. Nod if you understand me," He nodded quickly, and they both got out of the car. Jackson lead the way, while Arizona followed just slightly behind. The gun was now in the pocket of her hoodie and she couldn't help but grip it tightly.

Jackson lead them to the elevator and pressed for the 5th floor. He shifted side to side nervously. Arizona could see the perspiration on his skin. But she relished the sight of it. She hoped he felt just an ounce of the fear that Meredith must have felt before he killed her. That Callie must have felt before he took her. That she had felt when she'd thought Callie was dead in their bed.

The elevator finally stopped and Jackson lead them to his apartment. He opened the door, but hesitated to step inside. Arizona looked up and down the hallways, and when she was satisfied that no one was out. She quickly slipped the gun out of her pocket and shoved it into Jackson's back.

"Inside," she said simply. When they both entered the apartment she closed and locked the door. She motioned for him to sit in one of his stools. Then she pulled out some rope she had found in an alley. She handed some to him.

"Tie your feet together."

"Arizona-"

"DO IT!" She yelled. He was taken aback by her rage and he quickly went to do as she said. Then she had him put his hands behind his back and she tied his hands together.

"Jackson. I only want to have to ask you this one time. Where is Callie?"

"I don't know," He said.

"Bullshit. I know you were the one in the apartment last night. I know that you killed Meredith. I know you took Callie. I know you've been using unapproved drugs at the hospital. I know everything," She said angrily. "So if you don't want me to kill you, you need to tell me where Callie is. What did you do to her!" She now had the gun pressed into his forehead. She was shaking, but not from fear of pulling the trigger, but from rage. She wanted a reason to pull the trigger.

"I swear I don't know where she is! You don't understand!" He pleaded. "It wasn't me!"

"You were in the apartment!" She spit back.

"Yes! But I didn't kill anyone, I didn't take Callie!" He shouted.

"Yeah. Well then who did?" She mocked. Jackson heard the click of the safety being switched off.

"Webber! It was Webber!" He gasped out.

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