Chapter 10

Callie was in shock, and she looked like she might be sick. Arizona had just finished explaining everything that she had learned in the past day. They sat in silence while Arizona continued driving and Callie took drinks of water. It was Callie that finally broke the silence.

"What are we going to do?" She asked turning to look at Arizona. Arizona wished she could tell Callie that she had a plan.

"I don't know," Arizona said quietly.

"We need a place to stay for the night. A place where I can properly patch you up," Callie said, motioning to Arizona's arm. Arizona had only allowed Callie to wrap it while she drove because she didn't want to stop the car. "I think I might know a place actually," Callie added.

"Yeah?"

"Mark's cabin," she said nervously.

"It might not be safe to go there," Arizona replied.

"No one, but him, Lexie and I know about it."

"Unless he told the police," Arizona said before adding, "I just got you back, and I was hoping to wait a little longer before being thrown in prison." She added a small smile to try and show that she was joking, but neither really found the humor in the statement.

"Arizona, it's going to be okay. But you need some rest," Arizona was about to interject that Callie needed to rest, but Callie continued, "AND I need to get a better look at your arm. I think you're going to at least need some stitches," Callie reached behind her and pulled out a tiny kit, "and look, Jackson keeps a med kit in the car." Arizona was nervous that this would be a bad idea, but she really didn't have any others. It would only be a matter of time before police would discover that they had taken Jackson's car. Jackson. She really hoped that Jackson and Teddy were okay. She hated the idea of using them, but she had needed a distraction to lure the police away.

"Okay," Arizona finally said with a light nod. They rode in silence except for the occasional direction from Callie and the light murmur of the radio. When Arizona heard faintly heard, "Breaking News," she turned up the volume.

"Another scandal surrounding Seattle Grace Mercy West. Following this evening's fire that investigators say was started by Doctors Arizona Robbins and Calliope Torres a man was found dead. Police have not yet released the identity of the man but say that the deceased was a male surgical resident from Seattle Grace. His death was unrelated to fire and no foul play is suspected."

Callie's eyes began to water with tears, she didn't want to believe it was true. Arizona on the other hand felt like her chest was constricting. She couldn't breath. There was an upcoming rest stop, and she quickly pulled over. Before Callie could even ask what she was doing, Arizona was out of the car and ran into the restroom. Thankfully, no one else was inside. She rushed into a stall, and starting kicking and punching the stall over and over again. She didn't realize she was screaming as well. She knew she'd gotten Jackson killed. Webber would have easily discovered that he helped Arizona, and then would have killed Jackson. No foul play was suspected though. She didn't know how Webber had managed that, but she put nothing past him now. When she had expelled the last of her energy she just stood their silently panting. She vowed then that no matter what she wouldn't let Webber get away with this.

"Arizona," She heard Callie say gently. Arizona hadn't heard Callie come in, but Callie had been in there for the worst of it. It made Callie weep more, but she did so silently. She knew that Arizona was blaming herself for this. Arizona opened the door to the stall, and exited. Callie gasped. The exertion had caused extra blood flow in Arizona's arm and now there was blood dripping down her arm. Arizona hadn't noticed until she looked down and then the pain started and she felt dizzy. Callie noticed, and rushed to Arizona, allowing Arizona to lean on her as she lead them back to the car. It was Callie who drove them to the cabin as Arizona slept in the car. Callie admired Arizona's beauty as she slept, at least in this moment she looked like she was at peace. Callie wondered when the last time she'd eaten or had something to drink. She had taken extra care to make sure Callie ate something, but now Callie felt guilty that she hadn't done the same.

When they arrived at the cabin, Callie made found the spare key and unlocked the door. She started a fire, and then went back out to wake Arizona. She gently lead her inside, gave her a glass of water and tucked her into the bed. She stitched up Arizona's arm. It was late now, but Callie found some breakfast bars and made sure Arizona ate two of them. Then she climbed into bed behind Arizona and wrapped her arms around her.

"How are you okay? You must be exhausted too," Arizona whispered. She hated that suddenly Callie had to take care of her when Callie herself had been through so much.

"I'm not okay. None of this is okay, but you've been taking care of me since the start and now I'm going to take care of you," Callie said gently. She gave Arizona a kiss on the neck, and then pulled her in closer to her front. "Now go to sleep." They both drifted off, and at least in that moment they felt safe because they were together.