Chapter 8

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

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

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

Arizona lowered the gun from Jackson's head, and took a step back. Webber? She just stared at Jackson for a few moments.

"But why didn't Webber just come out and blame me for everything at the press conference then?" She asked slowly. She was so sure that Jackson was the killer that he had taken Callie, but now with even just a glimmer of doubt she felt herself crumbling. How in the hell was she going to get Callie back?

"Because if he came across you, he would need to seem sympathetic. It's for this very reason here Arizona. You didn't suspect him for any of it. That's what he wants. He plays every angle," Jackson said. He was still flustered, still trying to catch his breath, but he was suddenly speaking with such passion, and Arizona could also hear the hatred in his voice.

"Why are you helping him?" she questioned.

"I don't have a choice," he said quietly. "What he did with those documents, making it look like you, Callie and Meredith had been using experimental drugs on patients. He did that to me too. When I found out I confronted him, but he told me that no one would ever believe me because the drugs had come from the Harper Avery foundation. He promised to not only destroy my reputation, but my family's as well. Now I help him run his fake trail, the one with the mice, pretending to give them some drug, while he actually gives it to patients. If the drug fails in the human trial, I send back results saying the drug failed in the mice, and the Harper Avery foundation makes a public declaration that the drug is not safe for humans."

"But he's been killing people Jackson. You've been helping him kill people," She accused.

"What's the alternative? I go to jail and he just keeps doing what he's doing?" Jackson argued back.

"Coward," she finally whispered. Jackson couldn't help but drop his gaze from Arizona in shame. Arizona moved towards Jackson who flinched in fear, but Arizona simply unbound his hands and feet. Maybe she was being foolish, but she believed him.

"I need to find Callie. When we find her, we can all go to the police and tell them everything we know," she rationalized.

"Arizona, the best thing you can do is run. Try and get away from here because the police are going to come after you, and Webber is going to get away with everything. He always does." Jackson heard his phone buzz, and read the incoming text message that simply said, "Good job." Jackson started lightly shaking his head and mumbling no.

"The police are only after me. With you and Callie I'm sure we can take Webber down!"

"Jesus Christ Arizona! You can't win! Callie's probably dead now anyways," He shouted. "And if she's not..." He paused while he shook his head, defeated. "You can't win! He has me beat so I have to do everything he wants. He's too many steps ahead. He kept Callie as insurance. He wanted to know what you both knew, and when you escaped he knew he'd have to keep her as leverage."

"You made a choice Jackson. He didn't make you do anything, and now if you tell me where Callie is he won't be able to hurt her. Then we can go to the police."

"Turn on the tv." Arizona looked at him curiously, but did what he said. It was on the local news channel.

"Breaking news. There have been recent developments in the murder of Dr. Meredith Grey and the disappearance of Dr. Calliope Torres. Dr. Arizona Robbins is wanted for the murder and had been suspected of kidnapping Torres, but recent developments indicate that both Dr. Robbins and Torres were both involved in the illegal practice of using unapproved drugs on their patients without FDA approval or the patients consent and this lead to the death of at least 8 patients. Police now believe that Torres is on the run," there was a picture of Callie on the screen, "Here is Commissioner Sampson of the Seattle Police Department with more information." They cut to the Commissioner who was standing in front of a podium surrounded by media and Arizona saw both Detectives Howard and Malone standing behind him. Sampson spoke, "We are unsure at the moment if the murder of Dr. Meredith Grey was planned out by both Torres and Robbins, and if they turned on each other afterwards or if they are still working together. However, we now have documentation that suggests that both were involved in an illegal clinical trial, and that Dr. Meredith Grey was involved as well, which we believe was the motive behind the murder. Anyone with information on the whereabouts of Arizona Robbins or Calliope Torres are urged to call 911 immediately."

Shit.

"Shit," She said. "How did this happen?"

Jackson looked down in shame. "Webber told me to take copies of all those files to the police. It makes all three of you look bad, and gives Callie a motive to killing Meredith also. This way either she ends up dead or in prison, either way she nor you can be a thorn in his side," Jackson spit. "I told you he's too far ahead. It won't matter what you do Arizona, you and Callie are going to be criminals, the police are going to hunt you down until they find you, and Webber is going to make millions from pharmaceutical companies."

"If anything, I didn't think he'd ever purposefully destroy his own hospital's reputation," Arizona muttered.

"He doesn't care anymore. He's angry that he's been a surgeon for decades and has no fortune, no awards, no recognition. On top of that he's literally gone insane," Jackson chuckled, but it lacked any humor or lightness.

"Why's he doing this Jackson? Besides the money. Why us?" She asked the questions desperately. She could not have dreamed up this type of nightmare for herself.

"It started with me I guess. Because I'm a Harper Avery. Then Meredith because of Ellis Grey. Callie because of her cartilage research. And you... well you won the Carter Madison grant," He looked at Arizona who was hearing this for the first time. "Yeah. Congratulations. Webber snapped, and he wants Seattle Grace to be good, but he doesn't want anyone to eclipse him anymore. He wants the money, the fame and glory all to himself. He thinks this pharmaceutical research will do it for him, and he can get ride of us while he's at it." He looked to Arizona not sure of what she'd say next. He wasn't expecting her to break out into a fit of laughter. He continued gawking.

"I won the Carter Madison grant?" She gasped out, pointing at herself. Jackson nodded, and she laughed even harder. Jackson assumed that it was probably more shock related than anything. After a few more moments she finally started to wheeze, trying to collect her breath.

"I'm sorry. It's just... a few days ago that would have been the most amazing news, and now..." She panted out. "Where's Callie, Jackson?"

"I'm not sure," He said painfully.

"Where do you think she is?" She was desperate.

"If.." He couldn't say it again. Arizona didn't ask "If what?" because she already knew Jackson believed that Callie was dead.

"She might in the basement. It's where he keeps a lot of research, and there are spaces he could hide her and no one would notice."

Dead. No. Webber wouldn't kill her.

She didn't realize that she had voiced that last thought, but then she heard Jackson say, "He killed Erica Hahn too," and she knew what kind of a monster she was dealing with.

"Then I have to get to that basement."