This is my idea of how things go right at the end of the Season 8 finale. I plan on switching character perspectives but my goal is to keep it mainly from Callie and Arizona's perspective.

Please review, otherwise I do not know what I did wrong. This is my first story, so it may not be the best.

Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's and all that jazz, all the rights go to the creators.

Callie was laying in her bed waiting, any minute her wife would come home from Boise, and she planned on giving her quite a hello. Callie had a variety of body paints and was wearing lingerie, leaving very little to the imagination, but just enough to tease a bit. Arizona's plane landed about an hour ago, so she should be home any minute.

An hour passed and Callie started to get very concerned. Where was she? Was the plane delayed? Callie jumped up in horror, realizing that she had not talked to or texted Arizona since she left Seattle. So used to not texting too much on days they had big surgeries, Callie did not realize how it was that her wife never texted her after the surgery. Even if it was going to be longer, Arizona would have let her know.

Callie scrambled to find her phone, maybe Arizona texted and she did not realize it. She found her phone and her stomach dropped, No New Messages. Callie then realized she never heard from Mark either and panic started to set in.

What if something happened to them? I can't lose her…

Callie called Arizona's phone and was instantly met with her voicemail "You've reached Arizona Robbins leave a message and I'll get back to you." Callie then tried Mark, getting his voicemail as well.

Okay, they never turn off their phones during surgery, especially not since Sophia was born. Maybe their flight was delayed and they're on the plane now and they had to turn off their phones. Even as Callie thought it, she did not believe it.

Something was very wrong.

Callie tried Meredith, Christina, Lexie, and even Derek, each one had the same result, straight to voicemail. She started to feel sick, she knew who the next phone call was to and did not want to make it, Owen would know if something happened. As Chief he would know what was going on. Callie took some comfort in the fact that he never called her. She dialed his cell, waiting almost a full minute before he picked up.

"Hello?" He sounded a little off, but Callie barely noticed.

"Hunt! Have you heard anything from Boise? Arizona isn't home yet and I can't get ahold of anyone. Have you talked with anyone?"

Owen was dreading this the past hour, when he learned that his team never made it to the hospital in Boise. He had made calls to the airports confirming that they took off but the plane couldn't be reached shortly after.

"Torres, I don't know how to tell you this."

"Tell me what? Owen, what happened?" In that moment, Callie knew what it was like to be in Arizona's shoes last year, not knowing if she was okay or not.

"The plane never made it to Boise, I don't know where they are." Owen tried to mask the worry and sadness in his voice, but he was sure Callie had stopped paying attention to his tone. Christina was on that plane and he was not ready to lose her either..

Those last six words rang in Callie's mind, I don't know where they are, and it took her a minute or two to say something. "Why are you only just finding out about this? They left hours ago? They were supposed to be back by now! Did the hospital wait this long to call?" Callie had entered full out panic mode, pacing around her apartment, trying very hard to stick to English, as she starts to speak Spanish when she gets too worked up. Her wife, and her best friend/father of her child were on that plan. So were 4 other people she considered her friends and family and she couldn't do anything, she didn't know what to do.

Owen realized how bad it looked that he never checked his voicemails, how people would question if he could handle being Chief, even he started to. He could tell people that Boise never called until later, but he couldn't. The least he could do was give the truth. Even though people could blame him for prolonging the rescue of 6 surgeons he was responsible for.

"They called a few times, but I had my calls forwarded to my voicemail and was unable to get to them before about an hour ago."

Callie felt herself start to boil, the Chief of Surgery sends some of his best surgeons in a plane to another state, across mountains and SENDS HIS CALLS TO VOICEMAIL. She was fuming and started to shake, feeling the tears start to come. She was overwhelmed with worry, sadness and anger. Why do these things happen? What the hell did we do to piss of the Universe? She realized she had been silent for a good five minutes.

"What was so important that you had sent your calls to voicemail, that you couldn't answer the phone when you sent 6 of your best surgeons, one of them being your wife, on a plane out of state? What were you thinking Owen? What about Sofia and Zola? They both have two parents on that plane, Zola doesn't have an extra one! And oopsie, her Godmother is on that plane too. What if something happens to Derek, Meredith, and Christina? Who will take care of her? Lexie? No wait, she's on the goddamn plane as well. Let's see, who does that leave? Kepner? What is your problem Hunt? You were in the Army, what happened to leave no man behind? Does that not count anymore?"

Owen knew she was saying this because she was scared and angry, but it did not make them more true. He knew he had failed in his duty as Chief, and this is what happened, 6 surgeons down, God knows where, in the mountains, in the dark. No one knowing if they were okay, not knowing if they could survive. He hoped for Derek's camping experience to come in handy, and Christina's resourcefulness and drive to stay alive. She can handle a crisis, although afterwards is another story.

"You know they count to me Torres, this wasn't my fault. You know Christina is on the plane, my wife is on that plane and I don't even know if she is alive."

Callie started to feel a little bad, she shouldn't be blaming Owen so much. Regardless of when he got the call, they would have still been out there. "I'm sorry, I just.. I need them to be okay."

"I know Torres, I know."