Before Callie could acknowledge her name, an unknown arm stopped the door from closing. Bailey looked, Arizona turned, Callie remained. Police officers and a nurse with what appeared to be some sort of forensic kit appeared. Arizona had no actions, she was a statue, she stared at the kit.

No. Calliope couldn't have been… No, no, no, it's just- it couldn't- no- it- no-… No, please no, not my wife.

She stood there, frozen. Bailey had completed her checks before the detectives came, she was happy there was no immediate danger to her friend but of course still ordered all relevant tests. She had thrown her chart at Cristina when she momentarily opened the door and barked her instructions, her former intern fled like her life depended on it to get those tests. The Chief now had a decision to make, stay or leave. If she stayed, it meant Callie wasn't alone with Arizona, if she left, she was alone with Arizona. It's black and white, but the meaning of 'not alone' and 'alone' carried a heavy weight when it came to those two. The recently present detectives and nurse would be there too of course, but she suspected the two surgeons would ultimately focus on each other.

"Sorry to interrupt doctors, but we're here to talk to Dr Torres, and for her to have an examination, if she is comfortable with doing so." The tone was soft but firm, the importance of gathering evidence at this early stage was crucial, but there is still a human life in front of them, tact was key.

Callie finally raised her head and looked at the shorter of the detectives, she had no thoughts on appearance, stature, role, context. She nodded. Bailey offered a small smile, rubbed her friend's arm and made her way out the room. The 'I can stay if you need me to' look was obvious, and Callie was grateful, but silently declined. The offer of Arizona staying or leaving didn't seem an option, she was still frozen to the spot, mind in overdrive. It was only when Bailey caressed her arm too did she step out of her state.

A firm "I'll stay" was blurted, she moved closer towards Callie, it wasn't up for discussion.

Brown eyes met blue.

"It's okay Arizona, I want to get this over and done with, you'll have a million questions and I just need the facts taken and evidence collected. Once they're done, I'll give you a call. I promise."

No phone service would be needed, Arizona would begrudgingly leave the room so Callie could talk to the detectives but would only move to the direct opposite side of the door. Would she move an inch further? Pigs would fly and hell would freeze over before she left her Calliope.

Arizona reassured her "okay, I'll just be on the other side of that door" she offered a small smile, she was desperate to touch her but didn't want to push boundaries or disturb evidence. Evidence that could put the person who did this to her, away.

Who could do this to my Calliope? My beautiful, caring wife (screw it, ex-wife sounds final, she's still my wife and I'll argue till my last breath), wouldn't hurt a soul, who's heart was as big as the sky. Who in the HELL thought they could lay their hands on her? Touch her in a way other than complete worship and love? How Calliope Torres was born and deserved to be treated.

She internally snapped. Oh no.

She thought she could hold it together, but the rage came fast and it was touch and go. It took everything in her power to keep her mouth shut as she nodded to the detectives and left the room. She attempted to give Callie a reassuring smile, but it just fell short. What was apparent now is that it looked like pigs would fly and hell would freeze over, she couldn't stay by the door, she exited and she walked away.

Past Owen.

Past Teddy.

Past Meredith.

Past Bailey.

Not a word or acknowledgement, she didn't want to snap at them, they had all pulled together to help her wife. What Arizona wanted to do, what she was going to do, would have consequences, she knew that, but she didn't care. Someone was that close to her Calliope and hadn't thanked their lucky stars. They had instead taken that opportunity to attack and beat her. Their punishment needed to be severe.

She made it to her destination without boiling over. She entered, then shut the door of the ground floor attending's lounge behind her.

She screamed. She thought she had screamed on the mountain side but no, this was on another level. This came from the bottom of her lungs and hurt as it escaped her throat. The pitch, vitriol and anger, it couldn't be described, it required its own entry in the dictionary. She bent her body over and continued, putting all her power and might into unleashing what she had pent up. Pent up from when exactly? Just now or the past two years? At that point it didn't matter, the pain and anguish coming from her soul was heartbreaking. People were probably making their way to the room, calling the police or starting to perform some sort of exorcism, but she didn't care, her pain was undeniable.

The full screams would have to stop, because throwing things required strength, and oxygen is a good provider of that. She grabbed the coffee pot on the side and threw it against the wall, it shattered into a million pieces causing a high-pitched crash. Next was a small side table, perfect for 1, your coffee cup, 2, resting your feet on or 3, being thrown against a window with such force that they both break. The strength Arizona found was immeasurable and, much like Callie's, the adrenaline took over and an undiscovered power was unleashed. The table served its purpose by choosing option 3. Anything that wasn't secured down was victim of her rage.

I will kill them. I will hunt them down and kill them. They think they can touch a hair on my beautiful wife's head? More fool them. I'll end them. No one hurts my Calliope, what would I do to the perpetrator? Oh, you don't want to know, the violence would be so severe, the state of Washington would have to withhold information from the press to save its residents distress.

"ROBBINS! STOP!"

Karev?

She started to fall, he grabbed her from behind, her face engulfed in tears. The screaming had given way to uncontrollable sobbing, her strength gone, her abdomen strained. She had no idea what had just happened, but after slowly opening her eyes and surveying the room? Yikes. She had completely destroyed the attending's lounge.

"It's okay, it's okay, I got you, I got you boss, it's okay."

His words were calming and genuine, the love and respect Arizona and Alex had for each other was clear. If she needed someone, he would be there. Do we need to visit this village analogy again? They stood there for a few moments, Arizona being kept up by Alex's strong arms, slowly bringing his mentor down, her sobs subsiding to hiccups. It would take her longer to find the strength in her feet, but her support behind wouldn't let go.

"She was beaten" she whispered, no emotion forthcoming.

"Shh, it's okay, just try to relax, we'll fix this, it's okay, I got you."

"Someone touched her", blank stare into the trashed room, "sh- she was attacked."

"I know, Hunt followed you and told me what happened, I was in the pit as you stormed past. I'm so sorry Robbins", he pulled her closer "but I also feel for the guy who did that to Torres."

Her head snapped up, she knew Alex, she knew he couldn't possibly have genuine sympathy, could he?! Seeing the momentary confusion in her eyes, he quickly elaborated.

"When he's found, not only is he gonna have to deal with your psycho ass, but he'll have me, Mer, Yang, Hunt, Bailey, Avery… hell, all of Grey Sloan onto him too. The dude is screwed."

She let out a quiet chuckle and slowly managed to regain strength in her legs. After a second or two, she pulled herself up right, straightened her lab coat, wiped away her tears and brushed herself down. She surveyed the lounge again. Oops, that might be coming out her pay cheque.

She was calm and composed, like her pending actions were well thought out. She didn't need to rationale anything, the next steps were abundantly clear, someone had hurt her Calliope in a way that would cause her nightmares for the rest of her life. She realised she needed to acknowledge her friend whilst in this train of thought, he was still standing close, just in case.

Her face and tone instantly reverted to the normal, not-possessed, Arizona, "thank you Alex, I just need to make a quick call then I'll be back out, are you okay to keep an eye on the door for five minutes?"

"Sure, no problem boss. Err if Bailey comes, what do I-"

"I'll talk with Bailey, don't worry", the trademark Robbins smile pinged.

Alex nodded and walked out the room, he was confident she wasn't going to trash the place, although judging from what he had seen, apart from the armchair, there was nothing left to destroy.

Back inside Arizona had clarity, this is why she could revert to her normal self. What she needed to do wouldn't have bad consequences, because it was simply the right thing to do.

She wanted the man (a man right? It is this Simon guy?) dead; she wanted him to suffer, she desired his annihilation. But she couldn't do it, neither could their colleagues, their village, the cops… No no, they couldn't inflict pain the guy deserves, something about 'cruel and unusual punishment'?

But, I mean, what she was going to do wouldn't necessarily result in anything bad right? Right…

She reached into her pocket, grabbed her phone, unlocked it, brought up contacts and scrolled. Callie's situation meant no one was hesitating today, everyone was in game mode and focused on her, her Calliope. She selected the contact and held the phone to her ear.

She looked at the time, they were only 3 hours ahead, the call wouldn't wake them.

With a click, the phone was answered.

"Hello Arizona, how can I help you?"

There was no going back, and at that point, she had zero regrets. Someone had hurt her wife.

"Hi Carlos, it's Calliope, she's…"