Disclaimer: This is AU. I do not own any of the characters from Grey's Anatomy. I just manipulate them to my will. Also, any line or phrase or setting that seems remotely familiar from any other show, movie or book, also not mine.

AN: Yes! I know… FINALLY. Haha. This chapter gave me a major fight. There was probably… five versions of this. No lie. But I liked this one the best, even though I still… well, no. I'm not going to do that unsatisfied writers rant. So…enjoy! Yay!

AN2: Oh and I've decided to dip my toes into the twitter universe. Follow me ldunn1988 ('L' dunn. Not 'i' dunn.)

Chapter 29

With the Directors blessing, I know exactly where I'm heading as soon as I step out into Seattle's gloomy afternoon sky. Walking into that building not an hour ago, I felt like I was walking the Green Mile, the last stretch of road you will ever travel before your life ends. But now… now it feels like I have my whole life ahead of me. My family is safe. A huge threat has been neutralized. And my job is secured. I'm nearly running to my car, but when I get there I see I have a stalker.

Hazel green eyes look me up and down with gusto, like if I was some sort of dessert she would eat me up. Even though she has just recovered from life threatening injuries, Sean Quinn looks no less amazing as the first time I saw her. Skin tight skirt, with a very revealing silk blouse on top. Heels that raise her what seems like a foot off the ground, and legs?... well, she's got em.

Before I can even catch myself, my eyes do their own scan of her body, appreciating the female in all its glorious form. When I catch her gaze, she gives me a knowing smile that tells me I just got busted.

"Ms. Quinn." I greet her coldly. The slight chill in the air is starting to make my shoulder ache, the half of a pain pill did its job by getting me through my review but it's now worn off.

Sean lets out a throaty laugh and leans back against the driver's side door of my undercover car, blocking my escape route. "Ms Quinn, huh? I think you and I are a little past formalities like that." The defense attorney plays. "Don't you think… Arizona?"

"It's Special Agent Robbins." I correct her, mostly out of habit but also because I do NOT want to have to tangle with this woman right now.

"Of course… Special Agent Robbins." Sean purrs. The twinge in my shoulder makes me reach into my right pocket and pull out my pill bottle, exposing my holstered weapon on my right hip. As I dry swallow my medication, hoping for a quick delivery, Quinn's eyes narrow and she asks "So I see you've been reinstated." Taking a step forward until she is only a foot in front of me, her hand reaches inside the front of my jacket. Finding my breast pocket, Sean slowly pulls out my credential wallet, her eyes never breaking from mine.

"Just now." I answer in a firm voice. Turning the tables on the sure woman, I state "I hear you're being charged with several accessory charges. Hope you have a good defense attorney."

"I have the BEST defense attorney there is." Sean replies, breaking eye contact to look down at the silver badge in her hands. "Me."

"You're defending yourself?" I ask in a tone higher than I would have liked. Usually I have no problem masking my emotions. But around Sean, it's a bit difficult.

"You sound surprised, Special Agent." Sean says cheekily, her finger ghosting over the raised edges of my badge.

"Just… defending yourself against those types of charges?" I say, shifting the sling over my shoulder a bit. "Bold move."

At that, hazel eyes dart up and pierce my blues. "You should know by now, Agent Robbins…" She growls, then makes a show of slowly pulling back the front of my suit jacket, skimming the front of my crisp shirt with the back of her hand and sliding my credentials back into the jacket's breast pocket. "I'm a bold woman."

The world around us seems to fade away, her hazel eyes sucking me in. I don't know how long our gaze stays locked, but finally all the racing of my mind becomes too much and I ask "Did you know?" Perfectly shaped eyebrows knit together in confusion, and I ask again. "Did you know what she was? How fucked up your girlfriend was underneath her shiny exterior?"

I can tell I hit a nerve because Sean pulls back an inch, giving herself more room to breathe. "No." She answers in a shaky whisper.

"I don't believe you." I fire back in a cool tone. Knowing I have her on the ropes makes me push harder. "You knew she was… off. Yet you kept your mouth shut. You're lucky you are ONLY being charged with accessory."

"You think I knew and kept my mouth shut? …When I ended up getting skewered like a fucking fish? No. NO." Sean exclaims, bringing us back to reality. I look around and see that we have caught the attention of a few other people who are moving in and out of the parking lot area. The relaxed nature of her face, even though she is yelling, tells me that the woman is telling the truth. At least… she didn't know about Sam's plan to unleash all hell on the city of Seattle and all that makes up my life.

Turing the tables back on me, she sneers "But you knew, didn't you? You knew going into that building that Sam was going to die." Sean must see a flash of surprise across my eyes because she adds "Yeah… I heard what happened in that broken down gym. Spend enough time at the Brick you hear things. Gossip flows through those walls faster then the plague." The blonde gestures over her shoulder at the Bureau building.

"Tell me Special Agent… how many lives have been lost because of what you do? The secrets you keep? The decisions YOU make?" Our gaze meets again, and this time its cold as ice. She steps close again, playing on the fact that her very high heels make her that much taller then me. Looking down her nose, a cocky grin plays across her lips. "I guess its no wonder why I'm so attracted to you, just like I was with her." My jaw clenches as yet another person compares me to the disgrace of a human being that Sam Bryne was. "…Two sides of the same coin." Sean says with a shake of her head. "But… you have the badge. Which makes you that much hotter."

Sensing that I am in no mood to be playing anymore, Sean takes a step back and sighs. "How about you and I go get something to drink?"

"I don't think that'd be a good idea." I say, reaching into my pocket and pulling out the keys to my car. With a beep, the doors unlock and I slide into the drivers' seat.

"And why not?" The defense attorney purrs, positioning herself between the door and the rest of the car so I can't close it.

"Because I'm in love with another woman." I answer with a grin. "And she puts you to shame, Sean."

"Please…" The taller woman scoffs. "NO one puts me to shame." I can see the disgust falling from those usually gorgeous eyes, and every second I stare into them is a second that I'm craving the eyes of my wife. I just laugh, then insert the key in the ignition and turn the engine over. Sean steps back enough for me to pull the car door to. Leaning over through the open window, the blonde asks "So… this is it? We're over?"

"We never started." I tell her, pulling my shades over my eyes.

"Your loss." She states, then takes a bold move and closes the small distance between us and places a kiss on my cheek. Before I can react, the woman has pulled herself out of the window as is sashaying away from the vehicle.

Calling after her, I tell her "You behave, Quinn."

Peeking over her shoulder, not breaking her sultry stride she calls back "Never, Robbins. …Never." With a smoky wink, the woman turns back around and continues on her way. All I can do is laugh and shake my head as one hell of a woman walks out of my life. When I flip down the sun visor in my car to try and shield the bright rays of sunshine from my eyes, I see the many pictures of my family I have pinned there. One of Callie and I. One of Sofia and Miguel. One of Tim with the kids, and one with just me and my baby girl. …My pride and joy's. …my family puts everyone to shame. Acting on a whim, I punch the car into drive and speed off into the bright horizon with one goal in mind.

Hours later, I try to juggle the large bouquet of roses on a raised knee as I use my only good hand to try and unlock the front door. My left arm hung in a sling, and very sore, is useless. Callie tells me I should regain function in a couple days, but right now it'd be the same as just cutting the limb off all together. When the lock clicks open, I push the door to and enter the warm home. I set my keys in the small bowl on the table right inside, and unholster my ankle firearm like always. Once the weapon is placed up high and out of reach of curious hands, I move deeper into the house.

"Hello?" I call out, the place seeming too quiet for two children to be in it. When I reach the living room, I see the reason why. Sofia is passed out on the floor, her stuffed dog clutched in her arms, and a slumbering Mowgli not three feet from her. My wife is spread out lengthwise on the couch, papers littered over her body and her eyes closed. The low singing of a musical number on the Disney movie playing makes me smile. Tiptoeing around the kids, I collect the reports the Latina was supposedly reading when she fell asleep and put them to the side.

When I sit on the edge of the couch, my right arm stretch across and bracing against the back, Callie jumps slightly and opens her eyes in surprise. A lazy smile crosses her face when she sees who interrupted her impromptu slumber, and a soft groan falls from her lips when she stretches her tired muscles. I lean over and place a kiss on her, soft and chaste. Her lips are warm and dry from her sleep, but they are still pure Calliope.

"Sorry I woke you." I whisper, pulling back a couple inches to look into her deep brown eyes.

"It's ok. I like waking up to this." She replies, pulling me back down for another embrace. When she looks for the papers she was working on, her eyes land on the dozen rose bouquet on the coffee table next to the couch. "Are those for me?" She asks, her eyes slowly rolling back to mine.

"Mmhmm." I answer, my right hand slipping under the shirt she is wearing and tickling the flesh of her stomach.

"I'm guessing your investigation ended well?" She chances, her back arching up into my touch as my hand moves more and more north.

"Very well. …In fact, I was given a vacation." I answer with a smile. Callie pauses, her eyes narrowing and brows knitting together.

"Really?" She asks disbelievingly.

"Well… I'm forced to take a month off. But I like my version better." I reply, making her roll her eyes and chuckle. "Now shove over woman, you're hogging the couch." A hand comes up to cover her mouth as a fit of giggles erupt when I try to squeeze between Latina and the back of the couch. Finally, after a little fight, we both get comfortable and strong surgeon arms hold me tight to her smoking sexy body. With our kids sleeping on the floor below us, my wife and I drift off into a light snooze, reveling in the very unusual peace and quiet that has fallen in our usually hectic home.

That weekend, it's such a beautiful fall day that Callie and I decide that the only way to spend the last few remaining Seattle sun rays is by having a picnic at the local park. After packing the kids up and their enormous luggage required to take a four year old and a nine month old anywhere, we pile into the car and head out.

At the decently sized family park, Sofia helps Callie and I pick out the perfect spot. Beneath the shade of a tree, on soft grass and positioned between the small lake and a jungle gym. The Latina sets us up while I make Sofia recite the safety pledge to me again, along with our magic word.

"Alright, now what did I say?" I ask, zipping up her coat alittle further.

"Always stay where I can see you." Sofia replies for the tenth time.

"And?" I state, giving her the look only a mother can give.

"And don't eat the sand." My daughter giggles when I tug on her jacket a bit.

"Good girl, now go have fun." With a light slap on the butt, I watch as brown pig tails go bounding off towards the playground, looking for other tiny humans to play with. It's a constant battle with myself to let her out of my sight for even the shortest second, but I know that it needs to happen. Sofia needs to know that all is ok, all is normal. That what happened to her shouldn't take away her innocence and childhood.

"She's ok, Arizona." Callie says, wrapping her arms around me from behind and placing a kiss on my cheek.

"I know." I breathe out. I force myself to relax for the good of my family. No sense in ruining a fun day out with my incessant worrying, even though I made sure Sofia wore the shoes that have the GPS chip in them, and Miguel has his is anklet with a chip of his own. …can never be too careful. After an hour of relaxing, a soft knock to my shoulder makes me turn around. Standing there in jeans and a hoodie is a very comfortable looking Sharice Spade. Her detective shield clipped to the waist of her jeans and gun holsters to her hip. …she's a cop alright.

"What's up, Robbins-Torres family?" She asks playfully, kneeling down and giving the soft brown curls on Miguel's head a gentle tousle. Spade hangs around for a couple minutes, just messing around, then turns to me and asks "You got a minute?"

I catch the eye of my wife and she takes Miguel from my lap. "Go on, I got the kids."

"Thanks, Calliope. I'll stay in sight." I tell her, and with a peck, stand and head off out of earshot. We migrate towards the edge of the pond and take a seat. The calm waters in front of us so different from the bustling activity of the playground next to it. Spade catches me up on the multiple cases being tried right now. She cues me in on Sean, and her accessory charges. I learn that Frankie is getting off with the least serious charges, and because he pleaded guilty, if he plays nice in jail he will be out by the time he is 35. Somewhere during our chat my mind drifts back to Sean's last few words to me. How she compared me to the monster that was Sam Bryne. Actually it's not just now, but her words have echoed in my brain since she walked away. …and it's not just her. Sam said the same thing. Internal Affairs said I was dangerous and unpredictable…. Even Teddy compared me to the low lives I hunt down. I'm just as dangerous. I take as many lives as they do. How am I any better? How am I making a difference?

Sensing the heaviness of the atmosphere that has descended around us, Spade nearly whispers "You have a beautiful family, Robbins."

"Thank you." I reply with a small smile. We watch as Callie bounces Miguel happily on her hip as Sofia runs after a couple ducks that are waddling next to the shore. "You know… the Bureau could use someone like you." I state after a couple silent minutes. "You ever think about moving up?"

Spade gives a small laugh then answers "I've thought about it… actually about two years ago I put in an application but got passed over. For the best I guess. …I'm happy in homicide." My friend catches my eye and smiles. "I don't think the FBI could handle Teddy, me AND you anyways." I break eye contact and turn back to my smiling family. My wife is breaking apart stale bread and handing it to our children to throw to the swans and ducks that have collected around them.

"I'm uhhh… I'm thinking about stepping down." I say softly. After this case… what I put my family through? I can't let that happen again.

"What?" Spade gasps. "Why?"

"I just… I don't know." I answer, my eyes locked on my happy family just twenty feet away. "It doesn't seem worth it anymore. …To put Callie and my kids through it. They deserve a mother, Callie deserves a wife she knows is going to come home at night. They deserve someone who puts them before anything else… and doesn't place them in harms way. And this past month? …I've failed at all of those." I have to blink hard a couple times to clear the tears that are threatening to fall.

"No you didn't Robbins." Spade tells me. "Yes, your family was targeted. But it was you that made it safe again. It was you who… who made it right. You brought justice back to the world." I hear her words, but they don't seem to make it into my brain… because I've had this same argument with myself a thousand times in the last few days.

"At what cost?" I whisper. My mind races back through my years and years of service to my country, both in the Marine Corps and as a Federal Agent. "I don't know if I'm doing any good anymore. …To anyone. I just… I don't know if I can take it anymore. The weight… the guilt… the bodies…" My words fade out as images of people race across my vision. The faces of all those who no longer live because of me, my trigger finger, because I said that they had lived long enough.

Slowly nodding her head, understanding what it feels like to take a life, she asks "What's your count?" Dark eyes remain on the still water in front of us, afraid that if our gazes meet… too much will fall from our lips.

"With Sam? …41." I answer. Everyone like me has a count. Everyone who has ever taken a life, who carries a gun and is intent on using it has a count. A count of how many lives have been taken out because of you. How many flames have been extinguished. "41 people have died because of me. Because of my judgment."

"And how many would have died if you didn't make that call?" Spade rebuttals.

I let out a heavy sigh and hang my head in my hands. "That's not the point Spade."

"That is the point, Robbins." My friend fires back, a tone in her voice telling me that she's getting upset. "That is exactly the point. You and me? We make the world safe by tracking down the few that hurt the masses. We have jobs because people need us… depend on us to keep them and their families safe." I know her words are true, but still… when you've taken as many lives as I have, when is enough enough? My eyes watch the ripples in the water created by Sofia playing at the shore, Callie having a good grip on both of our children as they play next to the pond.

"Everything I do at work… I bring home to my family." I say in a whisper.

"That's not-" Spade goes to argue me but I cut her off.

"Even if I don't mean to… it happens. Just like the ripples on this lake. At one end, my family plays happily. Creating waves of joy and smiles and warmth. But… just one of these…" I say, picking up a golf ball sized rock and chucking it into the center of the lake. "Just one thing can cause a panic. Even though I try to distance my work… the ripples of the two will eventually meet." I watch as the small waves created by Sofia and the ripples created by the rock move closer and closer together. And when they meet… tsunami. "That's what its like to take a life, Spade. One shot, one bullet, one kill. And your mind starts to ripple, your soul becomes unsteady. …And it clashes with your happiness."

"But if we sit here long enough, the waters will still again. The only waves left will be the ones of your family." The detective counters, taking another rock into her hands and rubbing it gently.

"True… but the rock will still always be there. It may not be seen but it's there. The lake can't go back to how it was before. It's been changed forever…" The detective and I lapse into a calm silence.

"There will always be a ripple in the water, Robbins." Spade finally says. "It's up to you to determine the size of the rock." With that, the homicide detective gives my leg a pat then stands. Without so much as a backwards glance, Sharice pulls her shades down over her heads and strides out of the park and towards her car, leaving me with a lot of questions and not enough answers.

Later that night, the house is full of activity. Sofia and Miguel are happily playing with a new set of toys that their Uncle Tim bought them 'just because', my brother and his girlfriend each have a beer clutched in their hand and lazing around on the back porch. Just like earlier today, tonight is a beautiful fall evening. A light breeze is in the air, and the skies are clear. I have the grill warming up and a plate full of burgers and hotdogs just waiting to be cooked up.

"Hey Zebra…" Tim says, stepping up next to me. "How about I take the reins?" He chances.

"I got it, T-Man. I may be shot, but I'm not handicapped." I play, getting a laugh and a dimpled grin out of my twin. Then the next thing I know two strong hands are gripping my upper arms from behind and pulling me away from the grill.

"No offense, but barbequing is a man's job." He plays, switching the spatula in my hand with the beer in his. I just laugh and take a long drag of the alcohol beverage, sighing as the crisp liquid flows down my throat. I stand next to the male image of myself, or at least how I think I would look like if I had junk, and just laugh at the kids antics. Miguel is teetering around, trying to run after his sister as Sofia is going crazy with the new dance ribbon Tim bought her.

"Arizona…" Tim says quietly and in a tone that he rarely uses. I think the last time I heard that tone was when he told me that he was being shipped out to the sand for another deployment. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course." I answer, giving him my full attention.

"Do you… Do you think… I mean, if I…" He starts and stops. I've rarely heard him ramble like this and it makes my heart start to race a little.

"Spit it out, T-Man." I tell him, giving him a slap on the shoulder. He gives a forced laugh and then takes a deep breath, trying to find the right words he is looking for.

"If I asked Teddy to marry me, will she say yes?" He finally spits out, so fast that it takes me a second to sort through the single string of words. But when I get it, a smile crosses my face. Tim is just like myself. On the outside we may look like we have it all together, that we never doubt our actions, that we are solid and sure of ourselves. But what people don't see on the inside is how much we question what we do and think.

When I don't answer for a good thirty seconds, my brother starts to panic. "It's too soon, isn't it? Shit. I knew it. Why did I buy that ring already? God, I'm so-"

"No!" I exclaim alittle too loudly, making the otherwise engaged agent and Latina snap to attention. Trying to play it off, I continue "No… Miguel's is without cheese, Tim!" I give him a shove for good measure. When I peak over my shoulder, I see that the other women have bought my little cover and are not engrossed in whatever they seem to be talking about.

Turning back to Tim, I lower my voice and step a little closer to him. "I mean, no… I don't think it's too soon." The life in my brothers eyes immediately returns, a bright sparkle now shining from baby blues. "I think she would say yes. Absolutely."

"Really? You… you think she would say yes?" He asks again and all I can do is smile and nod.

I chance a glance over at my partner and see nothing but a smile on her face and joy in her eyes. "Oh yeah… she will definitely say yes." I tell him. Then turning back to the blonde, I ask "Can I see the ring?" He too peeks over his shoulder just to make sure that our women are engrossed with each other and then pulls a small velvet box out of the pocket of the light jacket he is wearing. When the box opens, my mouth drops.

"Tim!" I gasp. "It's… gorgeous."

"She'll like it?" He asks, turning the box in the evening's sunlight to make the diamond sparkle even more.

"Teddy will love it." I tell him. "You got good taste little brother." With that, our little heart to heart is over and we are back to teasing and picking on each other.

As if on cue, Callie comes up behind me and wraps her arms around my waist. "If I had known that it was going to take this long to cook dinner, I would have eaten first." My wife growls in my ear.

"Tim is the man in charge, not me." I reply, sending my brother a wink as a consolation for throwing him under the bus.

"From the look on your face, Cal, and the way Zebra's hair was all messed up, I kinda thought you DID eat before dinner." My brother fires back. And before I know it, my wife has unraveled from around me and thrown herself at the man in front of the grill. I loud boisterous laugh comes from Tim as he wrestles with his sister-in-law.

After a small dog pile, dinner goes on as scheduled, just as most family nights do. Looking around my dinner table its hard to believe that the last month's events have even happened. Sure, I have the achy bullet hole to remind me, but everyone seems to have bounced back perfectly. The kids seem brighter and more alive than ever, and my wife… well, let's just say that Callie has been a very very caring nurse for me many times. But still, those words of Sean and Sam and the investigators still haunt me. Even over the loud laughter that resonates out of my family, those chilling words weigh me down.

After burgers have been eaten and marshmallows have been roasted, Tim and Teddy get their good night kisses from the kiddos and the happy couple leaves. On his way out, I give Tim the 'call me' gesture, wanting to know when and if he ever pops the question. With the very busy day that the kids have had, being in the park most of the day and then running around outside again tonight, it takes very little to convince them that it's time for bed. Once both exhausted tiny humans are passed out in their respective beds, my wife and I head to our own bedroom looking for a good nights sleep.

When Callie comes out of our ensuite bathroom, I'm already changed and in bed, my eyes looking straight up at the textured ceiling of our room. The Latina changes into a pair of shorts and a tank top, then slides into bed next to me.

Sensing something is wrong, she softly asks "You alright, sweetie?" A hand sneaks under the hem of my shirt and rests on my stomach. "You seemed kind of… distant during dinner." My very astute wife informs me.

"Yeah. Yeah, Calliope. I'm fine." I tell her, my eyes remaining locked on the ceiling.

"Really?" The Latina questions. "Because… when I was getting changed, you didn't peek. And you ALWAYS peek." Propping herself up on an elbow, brown eyes find my gaze and hold it. I can feel her reaching deep within me, gently coaxing out all of my demons. She's the only one I have ever really felt safe around, even when she was in danger and I was the one that was suppose to be protecting her. She was the one that protected me... from my mind.

"Do you believe in hell, Calliope?" I ask softly.

Brows knit together in confusion, but she answers anyway. "I believe in heaven… so in theory, I'd have to believe in hell as well."

"Am I going to hell?" I ask in a whisper, my voice catching in my throat. I have to look away from her soulful eyes in order to keep the tears contained within mine.

"What?" Callie gasps. "No, Arizona. No… how could you ever think that?"

"The things I've done…" I reply, still not able to meet her eye even though a hand has drifted to hers on my stomach. I squeeze hard, trying to ground myself to her. To this beautiful, wonderful, breathtakingly stunning woman who… for some reason… picked me to spend my life with. "I've done terrible things, Calliope. Awful things. And I-" I'm cut off with a hand over my mouth.

"Arizona…" My wife breathes out. "For as long as I've known you, you were the one who stood up for the little guy. You've fought against crime and terror, and you make the world a safer place." When the Latina sees that her words… the same ones that I've tried to tell myself, the same ones Teddy has told me, the same words Spade used… when she sees them just bounce off me, a sigh escapes her lips.

"Do you really think I would love you… marry you… have a family with you if I didn't think you were the most amazing woman who has ever lived?" My wife tries another tact. "The way you are with Sofia and Miguel, so soft and caring. How loving and committed you are to me? …And then seeing you strong and brave, chasing down bad guys and saving the world… You, Arizona, are everything this world needs. And you are everything our family needs." Finally her strong hand moves from my mouth and her lips find mine. The kiss is slow and loving, my wife showing me just how deep her love is for me. Somewhere during it, I get pulled on top of her, my center resting between her legs.

When our lips part, I'm staring down at the most beautiful woman ever created. Plush lips part slightly and a sweet breath washes across my face as Callie whispers "I'll support you in anything you want to do, Arizona. If you want to leave the Bureau or not. But never think that you aren't good. There's a reason why you do what you do. Why you have the badge… It's what you were born to do. It's what you're great at. And it's what makes you… you." Instead of saying anything, I lean back in and show my wife how much she means to me. Pushing the bad thoughts and images of lost faces out of my mind, I focus on the sight of a breathtakingly beautiful Latina before me, my amazing daughter sleeping soundly in her pink Disney princess bed just down the hall, and the steady breathing of my baby boy filtering in through the baby monitor. All is as it should be. All is peaceful, all is right. And who am I to mess with perfect?

AN3: THE END! Congratulations, you all survived another wild ride with SSA Arizona Robbins. Whew, had a few close calls there but everyone is happy and healthy again. That's all that matters. A big thank you to everyone who stuck with it, and even the new readers who and just joined the party. Yall are awesome!

AN4: Ok so… now that this one is finished, many of you have asked what the next story will be about. So here is my predicament… I'm running out of ideas. I mean… yes, the possibilities are endless but its always the same thing over and over isn't it? Bad stuff, they meet, maybe more bad stuff. Fighting, breaking up, getting back together… and in the end, happily ever after. Which is all fine and well because with these two, everyone wants a happy ever after. I know I do… Anyways, I'm going out on a limb and saying I'm only going to do a couple more stories. (Country Girl is going strong because that has a strong, so no worries there.)

So I'm going to put it to a vote. I've had many many many people write me with requests on a story to write, like I did with 'That Summer'. That story was done at a request of a reader. So either leave word in your review, private message me, or you can let me know via Twitter ldunn1988 to cast your vote.
So here's the possibilities: (And if you have another suggestion, by all means let me know)
-Bite the Bullet Part 3
-Arizona a firefighter, Callie Ortho surgeon
-Arizona is a new comer on the US Softball Team that is ramping up to head to the Olympics. Callie is a veteran player
-A rendition of 'The Notebook'
-Both Callie and Arizona go through Marine Basic together
-Post-Apoqolypic fic where its man versus man just to survive.
-A college fic where our girls meet pre-med/ med school
-And… lord help me if ya'll choose this one… a Hunger Game like story.

So there are your choices, now get to voting!