Author's Note: Thank you as always goes to my very lovely and awesome beta and friend-LibraryNerd, my very dear friend and writing buddy StopBreathe, and my fabulous personal artist (and awesome artist in general) 2damnpretty2die. You all are such inspirations to me, thank you.

Circumstantial Evidence- Chapter One reuploaded with changes 4/25/2013

In an alternate universe, we meet attorneys Calliope Torres and Arizona Robbins. ... Word.

"I started this firm from nothing, built it from the ground up," Arizona yelled at the opposing counsel, getting more irate as the other woman merely scoffed at her. "You weren't anything when you came to me for a job. You'll ruin everything if you take MY firm."

"You had nothing but a few DUIs and some juvenile offenders before I came with MY connections and MY money. I brought in the big name clients with MY connections and reputation; you aren't keeping MY clients to continue padding your all-important bank account." She had had enough of being told she was nothing without Arizona. If anything, over the last few months alone, she had proven everyone wrong. She didn't need Arizona or … or … or anyone to define who she was anymore. She was Callie Torres soon to be Callie Torres again and though her dad might have given her a push with his connections and Arizona did give her a chance bringing her into the firm with such little experience, Callie had finally found her own two feet and was standing firmly upon them.

"You mean your daddy's money and connections. Have you ever had to work for anything in your whole adult life, Calliope, or are you going to continue sucking all the people around you as dry as you have me?" Bringing Callie's family into this was a low blow, even for Arizona, but neither had ever played fair in the courtroom. That's what made them damn good lawyers; their clients' best interests came first before anyone else and they did everything in their power to win regardless of whom they hurt in the process. They had recently learned the same stood for when the hurting was each other.

Gritting her teeth before she could explode and end up becoming too emotional, which would only satisfy the other woman and in turn hurt her own case, Callie looked straight at the judge. "Split the damn firm for all I care, but I'm keeping the house. I paid for it with MY money before we were married. I'm entitled to keep any and all things that aren't marital property." Callie had drained a good portion of her trust fund to buy Arizona's dream house as a wedding surprise for her fiancée. That was before her father caught wind of her lesbian fiancée and completely cut her off until she turned from her life of sin, which was still the case to this day. Callie knew that her fiancée had been enamored of the old Victorian from the moment she laid eyes on it. She also knew that Arizona would never dare splurge on it and put down fifty percent of the cost up front before surprising her then fiancée with it. It was so they that had something that was theirs to start the future together.

"You … you gave that to me. That is OURS. I've been paying an equal amount of the mortgage for our entire marriage," Arizona growled, her voice dripping with pure contempt. Callie had even moved out, leaving Arizona alone there since their separation. She never wanted it like Arizona did; she just wanted her wife to be happy. But now Callie just wanted Arizona to hurt and taking away their house on top of their future was going to do so much more damage than the loss of the firm ever would.

Callie was starting to panic as nausea made its way past half a bottle of Pepto Bismol and two dozen Tums. She knew she had a big fight in front of her in order to maintain some of her dignity since Arizona and her family had done their best to destroy what little she did have, but she didn't expect to hear such disdain for her lacing her wife's voice when her wife, er, … ex-wife spoke to her. She still wasn't sure exactly how they had gotten here, but they were here now and it felt too late to figure out why.

The courtroom was packed with colleagues, both from within the courthouse and those they'd worked with and against over the years. Word had spread of the circus they'd both started and people flocked to watch things unfold. It surprised nobody in the courtroom that the two lawyers were before a judge asking for a divorce; most had been betting against the women from the words I Do. It also surprised nobody how messy it had already become. They were two of the best, most high-powered attorneys in the state of Washington, some would argue the West Coast, but with that also came that they had the money to put where their mouths were. The Law Offices of Robbins and Torres had become a war zone and the courtroom had become their battleground. They both wanted the firm, they both wanted the house, but really they both just wanted the other to suffer.

"ENOUGH!" The Honorable Chief Judge Richard Webber forcefully slammed his gavel onto the large antique desk before him in order to silence the two feuding women. Both women had at one point had a turn at being his law clerk and they knew better than to turn his courtroom into a spectacle; they knew how to behave. Aside from that, they were like family to him; he had presided happily and proudly over their marriage and now, with little choice it seemed, he was presiding over their divorce, too.

"Callie. Arizona. One more word out of either of you and you'll both be spending the night in a cell," he bellowed from his post behind his desk as he glared at the two impossible women.

The two women exchanged looks before Arizona smirked. The smile on her face was daring Richard to follow through on his threat; it wouldn't be the first time that she was held in contempt of court and it fazed her none. Callie, on the other hand, would not be so happy; she hated being locked up with a passion.

"Word." Arizona almost laughed as she watched the color drain out of her wife's face.

"Bailiff Karev, Bailiff Yang, please escort these women to lock-up." Richard was far from surprised at Arizona's antics; he'd been silently hoping she'd speak up. Arizona's hardheaded nature worked right into his plan. He was just sorry Callie had to suffer too in order for it to all fall into place. Callie was the more emotional of the two and a night or two in jail was going to get to her. Unfortunately for her, this was the only way for everything to work out, in the judge's opinion.

"What? No! Please. You can't be serious. Please!" Callie started panicking as the bailiffs approached.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen." Cristina, Bailiff Yang, smirked as she cuffed Callie's hands behind her back. Cristina didn't have any real animosity toward Callie; of the two lawyers, she actually liked Callie, but it was always a good day for the bailiff when she got to cuff a temperamental lawyer, even if she was a friend.

"Robbins, you know the drill." Alex, better known to the courts as Bailiff Karev, waited for Arizona to remove her jewelry and place it securely in her locking briefcase before she turned to let Alex cuff her hands. It didn't go unnoticed by Richard that the woman, in his courtroom asking for a divorce, removed her wedding bands to the safety of her bag. The small act only fueled his belief that he was doing the right thing.

"Same cell, away from general population." The judge didn't bother hiding his grin.

"Damn it, Arizona. You never know when to shut the hell up." Callie growled as they were escorted from the courtroom.

"Just like you don't know how to keep it in your pants?" Arizona's retort still confused her wife. She could never … would never cheat on her, but Callie figured it was less about that and just another jab at who she was when they had first met. When they'd met, Callie stopped the one-night stands and bed hopping cold turkey; for her, it felt like love at first sight and nothing else mattered. All her internal turmoil about her sexuality and religious upbringing that had taken her from bed to bed became nonexistent as she fell head over heels for Arizona. All of a sudden, she didn't feel like a failure and this disgusting person she was made to believe she was. Loving Arizona felt so real and so right and Callie finally felt whole.

When Callie said nothing, Arizona almost crumbled from the pain of silence as they were released into the cell. For Arizona, Callie's silence said it all. "Exactly, Calliope. I found the proof. Who was it? Mark? Your paralegal, April? Both?" Arizona snapped.

"Keep it quiet in here." Cristina could see the obvious signs that Callie was about to break and being on the job, there was little she could do to help her.

Catching onto Callie's body physically shaking as she rubbed at her wrists from the cuffs that Cristina had probably put on too tightly, Alex, too, felt bad. Arizona was in court form and that meant she'd be cruel and break her wife down just because she could if they didn't step in. They both knew what Richard was doing and though the women needed to suffer, they didn't need to do it at each other's hands.

"That's enough, Robbins. I've got something to go and do, but if you two behave, I'll bring your case files for you to work on." Alex knew bribing Arizona with work would keep her fangs for her wife at bay for the time being. She was a workaholic and their case files would keep them busy throughout the night … maybe two if they wouldn't cooperate at first. Nobody saw them folding easily, so the two nights could easily become four or more.

"Fine," Arizona huffed, plopping down noisily on the metal bed across from her wife. She knew she had already pissed Richard off; making her wife cry would only make matters worse at the moment.

Callie's lightweight suit did nothing to shield her body from the cold metal of the holding cell bed. Arizona knew this was the case as she watched her wife curled up away from her facing the wall, her still body shaking long after she had silently cried herself to sleep. Taking off her own suit blazer, Arizona quietly placed the garment over her wife's sleeping form before returning to her previous position against the wall where she could keep an eye on the door. She wasn't watching Callie sleep, worrying over the stress a night in jail would put on her wife, and she wasn't feeling guilty about it. Callie just happened to be in her eyesight and that was all.

Sighing heavily, Arizona realized Richard intended to punish them and she had nobody to blame but herself as she settled in for the long night when they had yet to be freed as darkness crept into the small window. Grabbing the case files that Alex had smuggled in, Arizona opened first Callie's current case. They still shared a firm and she had a right to see what Callie was working on, too.

Having slept clear through dinner, hoping to wake only in the morning, Callie's bladder was obviously not on the same wavelength as her brain. Rolling over, she noticed Arizona was still awake which surprised her none. She often didn't go to bed, choosing whatever case had her attention over her wife. Even in jail, things obviously didn't change.

"You were cold." Arizona looked up as Callie looked confused at the blazer in her lap.

"Oh, thanks," she mumbled, feeling silly when Arizona just shrugged it off.

"Yeah, whatever. You missed dinner, but Cristina left you some rolls." Arizona's voice was sharp and dismissive as she returned her attention to the case in front of her.

"Could you …" Callie looked from the small stainless steel toilet to her wife and back again, hoping she didn't have to ask for privacy with the toilet displayed in the middle of the cell for ALL to see.

Arizona could only roll her eyes, "I've had my mouth down there with you screaming my name and you can't pee in front of me now?" Callie's embarrassment only hurt her pride so she, less than tactfully, needed to point it out.

Hoping the time in the cell had cooled her wife down, Callie was only proven wrong as Arizona continued to be nothing but cruel. "Fine, Arizona. Enjoy the flipping show," she snapped, making her way over to the toilet.

"I'm sure Mark would be much better suited to enjoy my leftovers." Arizona purposely kept eye contact with the pained brown eyes as Callie relieved herself.

"What the hell is your problem?" Callie was tired of all the Mark jabs. He hadn't been an issue in years, but now, Arizona used him against Callie every chance she got.

"YOU. You are my problem. Just finish up and go back to sleep. I can't deal with you right now." Arizona threw down the file in her hands, standing up as Callie righted her clothes.

"It must be so hard being perfect, Arizona. Why the hell did you even marry me if you knew I'd never live up to your standards?" Callie flushed the toilet before washing her hands and grabbing the rolls to soak up some of her killer acid indigestion from skipping meals and meds.

"Apparently I didn't marry you for your promise of monogamy because that's just one big joke." Through the dissolution of their marriage, that's the big thing that burned her like no other: Callie's inability to remain faithful and literally shoving it in Arizona's face hurt her more than anything else ever had. When Arizona said I do, she meant forever. Callie was the love of her life and she never thought in a million years that they'd be here, putting a deadline, an end date, an expiration on said forever.

"Why am I even bothering defending myself to you? You'll never listen unless it's in some manila folder with two expert witness testimonies; my words are useless." Rubbing at her chest from the burn of the acid, Callie tried to shake the painful memories away. When they first got married, she would leave cute little love notes in case files Arizona was working on. Now the only way they could communicate without a huge fight breaking out had turned the little shows of affection into nothing but a painful reminder of failure. Memos were now left in the same manila folders, the notes always straight to the point, no longer with hearts doodled on the border or declarations of love.

"You see a doctor for your indigestion yet or are you waiting for somebody to do it for you?" Arizona was pretty sure Callie had another ulcer and this knowledge was cemented for her as she watched Callie tear the bread into small bites. Arizona knew Callie hadn't eaten since breakfast and had to be famished since it was now the wee hours of the next morning, but she was eating slowly obviously to avoid the pain from the growing hole in her. Reading through Callie's current case and watching her consume antacids like candy, Arizona wouldn't admit it, but she was worried.

"Why do you even care?" Between her own divorce and fighting for Mrs. Tyler's case against her son who was trying to put the old lady away just to collect on her fortune, Callie had no time to see a doctor. Arizona only piled on the menial workload any spare chance she got, which wasn't any help either.

"How are things going?" Richard approached Cristina and Alex as they sat playing cards a short distance away from the cell occupied by the two women. He had spent the evening at the prison typing up the last few loose ends of his plan. Before he could get Arizona and Callie on board, everyone else needed to be as well. He just hoped they were an easier sell than his last had been.

"Robbins has been working all night and Callie was asleep until about thirty minutes ago. They started arguing again, but we decided to let them go at each other now. Callie is a bit less emotional and the silence was killing us." Alex shrugged as if he didn't really give a care, but in reality, he did. Even if he didn't have a small crush on Arizona, he still would have cared. The two lawyers had gotten him out of some serious trouble a few years before and got him on track and the bailiff job. He owed them and would do whatever it took to pay them back. The judge's plan was crazy, but Alex knew it would take crazy to get through to the women and it could work.

"How much longer?" Cristina acted impatient, but she was just as worried. Callie's year as a law clerk was her first year with Chief Judge Webber as an assignment and Cristina was a moody bitch who didn't want a desk job. Two months into her first year on the police force, she was shot and unable ever to return to fieldwork. It was the courts or nothing for her, so when her attitude pushed everyone else away and almost cost her the only job she could have, Callie's badass set her straight and stuck by her through it all. She had made Cristina's transition from her dream job to the reality that was now her life, easier, although the woman would never dare to admit it.

"I'll let them get it out of their systems tonight and approach them tomorrow. You two go home and enjoy your weekend. I appreciate all your help." Richard knew they wouldn't rat him out for abusing his power because they were all family. In reality, Callie and Arizona should have been sent over to the prison for the weekend, but Richard couldn't set his plan in motion if that were the case; he was breaking tons of laws, but he had no choice.

"Chief." Mark approached after the two bailiffs had been dismissed. He'd waited in his own chambers until Richard had returned so as not to be seen by any late working staff roaming the halls.

"Mark." Richard nodded for him to take a seat while he shuffled the cards left out on the small card table in front of him.

"Is it going to work?" Mark hadn't seen such a mess since the Princess Diana divorce, and at this point, he doubted Arizona and Callie were even repairable.

"You're a judge; we're the best manipulators there are." Richard grinned like Alice In Wonderland's Cheshire Cat. Mark had only been on the bench a few years in comparison to the Chief judge of twenty years, but all judges got there the same way: hard work, one hundred hour weeks, and taking down the competition any way they could without looking back.

"This is Arizona and Callie, Chief; it's like they were made to foil us." Mark sighed. Callie and Arizona had made judges cry from the bench; they weren't the most beloved attorneys because of that.

"And we both know them intimately enough to counteract that. Some of us more intimately than others." Richard looked hard at the younger judge. Arizona's claim of Callie's infidelity fell directly into his lap.

"Look, Richard, I might sleep with every young lawyer and law clerk to look my way, but I draw the line at messing up my best friend's marriage." Mark scoffed at the implication.

"Really?" The older man simply raised an eyebrow in protest.

"Addison was a very long time ago and I learned my lesson. Plus, Callie has never looked back in my direction since Robbins came into the picture. Arizona is it for her. If Callie's having extramarital affairs, it's not with me, and she's not sharing anything about it with me either, and I'm her confidante, Richard." Mark couldn't believe it when he read Arizona's filing for divorce three months earlier; her accusations of Callie's infidelity were so far off base. But something did happen between the two of them, that much was obvious.

Whatever happened, Mark and Richard planned to fix it. Up until the alleged murder of Meredith Grey, they had no clue what they were going to do to help save the women's marriage, but now Richard's plan seemed to be their only option, which was better than no plan. The disappearance and alleged homicide of Mark's oldest friend's wife coupled with Callie and Arizona's soon-to-be involvement in the case would only put Mark awkwardly in the middle, so he had to step back from it all and pretend he wasn't as closely involved as truly was the case. It was only going to get messier, much messier for all parties involved.

"We have about five hours is my guess, until they tire themselves out fighting. Blackjack." Richard dealt the cards as he heard the women's voices rise over each other again in another pointless argument.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Grey's Anatomy.