Chapter 13

Webber was now sitting in a chair in front of Arizona. She had his gun, and Jackson's gun. Meanwhile, Callie was checking Detective Malone.

"How is he?" Arizona called over her shoulder.

"Alive," Callie ripped open his shirt, and turned him onto his side, "through and through. Looks like Webber is a lousy shot." Callie quickly taped some bandages on him, but for the moment there was nothing else for her to do so she walked over to Arizona. They would need to get help and soon.

"Arizona, Callie, you guys could both stand to make a fortune with these drugs," Webber tried to reason.

"None of them work!" Arizona yelled.

"But Arizona, we have the right drug now. Millions of lives will be saved. The file," he pointed to a stack of files, "labeled Ritotocin."Arizona picked up the file, and quickly skimmed through it. Webber had used the drug on two patients with tumors, and they had both recovered and been cancer free. He may have done it.

"You used those people like they were lab rats. You experimented on them without their consent. When they died or wound up in coma's you made it look like Callie, Meredith and I had done it. All to what? Win a Harper Avery!" The very thought infuriated her, "And now you think because you have two patients that survived, that just what? Makes it all okay?" she said. Her rage was beginning to consume her.

"Arizona! Grow up! Medicine was founded upon people taking risks. Our very professions comes from slicing people open, it's barbaric, but we evolved. That's what this was too. All those people had inoperable tumors, and Promethozima and the other drugs gave them a shot. Their only shot."

"Two of those patients are in coma's and they will probably never wake up. 15 other patients are dead. Do you know how many of them that were treated with Promethozima had inoperable tumors? 3. Every other patient could have been treated through conventional means. But that's doesn't make you millions, and that doesn't win you a Harper Avery," Arizona threw a file from the table to Webber's feet. The contents spilled out across the floor. "Adovantanile," she threw another, "Dopafodamine," a third file landed at his feet, "and Levokarzanine. Were there any others?" He looked up and glared at Arizona. "I don't know how you managed to get away with these sick trials for so long, I know some of it involved firing nurses, probably other surgeons, and anesthesiologists too, but I know that Meredith found out about it. She didn't know who to turn to, but she figured Callie and I were in the same position so she sought us out. But you found out about it," she could feel her body shaking with anger, "You stole my phone, texted her to meet at our apartment, and then you killed her, and you made sure to make it look like I did it! Then you took Callie to find out what she knew! You planned on killing her too, everyone would just think I did it! But you didn't count on the fact that you would have cops and journalist hounding you so you couldn't make it to see her, and you didn't count on me." Arizona raised the gun so that it was now pointed directly at Webber's head.

Callie's eyes widened and she stepped closer to Arizona, putting one hand on Arizona's shoulder to get Arizona to lower the gun with the other. "Arizona, you can't," Callie pleaded. Arizona brushed Callie away from her, returning the gun so that it was pointed right between Webber's eyes.

"He killed so many people! He killed a kid! He killed Meredith! And Jackson!" She yelled. Then she whispered, "He was going to kill you. He doesn't get to live."

Arizona could see it. She saw Meredith's face, bruised, bloody and lifeless. Then it was replaced by Callie's. Arizona was currently living her nightmare and Webber would have made it all a reality. He would have killed Callie and left her body for Arizona to find.

No. He doesn't get to live.

Callie was attuned to what Arizona was thinking. "I'm okay Arizona." She took a step towards Arizona. "He killed all those people. He's a killer. But you aren't," Callie reached for the gun again, gently helping Arizona to lower it. When the gun was lowered Arizona met Callie's pleading gaze. "Please. Let the police take care of him now." As if right on cue, they heard the sound of sirens. Webber's eyes widened in panic as he began to see his life as officially over. He couldn't spend his life behind bars.

"Arizona. I killed all those people!" He yelled. "And I would have gladly killed Callie, and you for that matter. Thomas Benson, he was just a kid, and I used him, and I'm going to be rich!" He taunted. "The police won't prosecute me because to them you killed Meredith Grey!"

However, both Arizona and Callie saw him for what he was, desperate. Callie gently grabbed Arizona's hand, and pulled the gun away before leading her away from Webber as they saw flashing cop lights seeping in through some of the basement windows. They could hear the sound of footsteps coming towards them as they looked for the first arriving officers. They held their hands up in surrender.

BANG. They quickly turned back around to Webber, who was clutching his right arm, another gun was now lying at his feet. He screamed in pain. Then they saw Detective Malone, whose gun was drawn and aimed at Webber. He was still laying on the ground and his body relaxed again when he saw Detective Howard arrive on the scene. Howard approached Webber and kicked the gun away before he grabbed both of Webber's arms, which made Webber scream again, and he hand cuffed him. Arizona and Callie were also being put in hand cuffs.

"Wait," Detective Malone said hoarsely. Howard walked over by his side and crouched down so that Malone could speak to him quietly. Howard looked back over his shoulder, nodded his head and then walked back over to Webber.

"Richard Webber, you are under arrest for the murder of Meredith Grey. You have the right to remain silent..." Arizona tuned out the rest as Detective Malone read Webber his Miranda Rights. Webber would have killed Arizona just then. She'd never checked to see if he had another gun on him. She'd turned her back on him. But apparently Detective Malone had regained consciousness.

Just in time.

Arizona turned to Callie as Howard ordered both their cuffs to be removed. Callie's eyes were beginning to shine with tears as Arizona rushed towards her. Callie was the first to speak.

"It's over," She said through tears. Arizona nodded her head, and quickly wrapped her arms around Callie.

"It's over," Arizona whispered.

AN: So just one update left. Kind of an epilogue. Just a reminder that all the drug names are made up randomly.