Chapter one

It was a normal spring day on the upper east side of New York City. It was the middle of April the air was nice and crisp, and the temperature perfect. Not too hot or too cold, anyone could get way with walking outside with a light jacket or sweater on. All the high-class stores were catering to their wealthy customers, Central Park was busy with morning runners and local college kids playing ultimate freebie, softball or soccer. There were still those few unlucky students forced to go to class at Fordham University or Julliard. The Joe DiMaggio Highway was filled with its usual crazy drivers weaving in and out of traffic, honking their horns and yelling obscenities to each other. The warehouses on the port harbor were even busy on this beautiful April day.

One warehouse that seemed to be busy on this day was the iQon Technologies warehouse. There were cars parked outside, and a constant flow of semi tucks going in and out of the warehouse. On the outside it would seem to be a legitimate business, but in today's world looks can be deceiving.

Once you get past the parking lot and the cargo-unloading bay, you get to the fake front office. Their 'secretary', who is really just a security guard to make sure no one is snooping around the property, or sends unwanted visitors away, will greet you. People with the right clearance can go through the door located right behind the guard.

Behind that door is nothing but a white creepy hallway. It's not poorly lit, it's not dirty, it's just creepy. No doors, no windows, no people, no nothing; just a white well-lit hallway. It's the type of hallway that you fell the need to look over your shoulder every second. Small creeks, or bumps of the warehouse settling in would cause you jump. The hallway is not that long; once you make it the end of it you are greeted with another door, a more secure door. It's a metal door with lasers on the side that keep it locked, no matter how hard you kick or bang on the door it will not open. On the right side of the door there is card reader, and right above it is scanner that scans your whole hand. Once you pass those two tests, a secret compartment comes out of the door and scans your retina. While you are doing all this you don't realize that you are standing on a pressure sensor that knows your exact weight. If you are one of the select few that can make it pass this door, you can enter the 'warehouse'.

Once you step into the warehouse, you will be in another hallway. It's not as bright as the first one, and there are doors, windows and people talking. On your left hand side there is a large room filled with T.V. monitors. Showing the outside perimeter the 'waiting area', the creepy white hallway, the lab, and the individual rooms located under the warehouse. Directly across from the camera room is the lab, the lab takes up the entire right side of the hallway. There are glass see through walls, so anyone can see what is going on in the lab. The two people that are in the lab the most and are in charge of everything involving the lab is Dr. Erica Hahn and Dr. Rose Pitman.

Together the two of the have been working around the clock for over 10 years perfecting the Botulinum toxin for their boss and leader Robert Stark. Robert's office was located further down the hall on the left side just pasted the break room. He was the 'CEO' of iQon Technologies, he made sure that their records were up to date just incase someone from the government came snooping around. After all iQon Technologies did file for bankruptcy in 2004, and then in 2008 went out of business, and currently is still out of business and only based in Ireland. But Robert knew his 'company' was safe, no one was going to come snooping around. Right now the governments main task at hand was fighting the war on terror, and a name like iQon it wouldn't raise red flags like AL LAYTH Electronics 10 blocks down the street from them. It seemed like the FBI and CIA were there on a daily basis making sure that they were a real company.

Robert had to laugh at the situation, AL LAYTH a real Electronics company trying to make money was constantly being investigated by government officials, and he Robert Stark leader of the Loyalist Volunteer Force was month's way from world domination and the U.S. government was completely clueless.

Rose was in the camera room checking the vitals of their subjects in the basement when movement from room 23 caught one of the guards attention. "Doctor, subject sixteen forty seven is trying to lift himself up."

Rose turned around and stepped closer to the monitor, "That's not good, call Erica." She demanded.

The guard shook his head, and called the lab. Within moments Erica entered the room and was standing next to Rose. The two women watched in half shock and half aw as subject sixteen forty-seven tried to get out of his bed. "What are his vitals showing?"

Rose turned around and walked to the back of the room, after a few seconds of locating room 23's computer screen all she could do was shake her head in disbelief. "His Blood pressure is at 40 over 120, his pulse is 75 bpms, and his respiratory rate 5 breaths a minute."

"Where is he getting his strength from?" Erica turned to face Rose, who did nothing but shrug.

In the lower level of the warehouse there was 30 rooms, each room catering to one of the many test subjects that Erica and Rose had kidnapped over the years, each room experiencing the different stages of the enhanced Botulinum toxin. The lower level was always quiet, by the time the test subjects' regained consciousness they were too weak to say or do anything. Towards the end of the hall on the right side was room 23 that was housing subject sixteen forty-seven, at least for the next few days.

For subject sixteen forty-seven, or Mr. George O'Malley this was his home for the past 8 months. George was one of those people who would participate in medical trials for the money. The longer and strenuous the trial was the more money he would end up making. He was on the subway when saw a flyer for a medical trial at the iQon Technologies warehouse on the upper east side, seeing how it promised a payout of over $10,000 he couldn't turn it down. He made his way over to the warehouse, after hours of sitting in the waiting feeling out endless amounts of paperwork he started to fell lightheaded but couldn't explain why. What George didn't realize was when the secretary got him a glass of Mountain Dew she spiked with GHB. It wasn't till he finished his third glass that he finally passed out.

A few hours later George woke up in a white room his arm was hooked up to an IV, and he was too weak to do anything. There was movement coming from the door, looking over he was a woman walking over to him in an orange HAZMAT suit.

"Where am I? What's going on?" George said weakly.

"Don't worry Mr. O'Malley, it's all apart of the trial. You'll be out of here in no time and you'll be a richer man too. Just think about all the stuff you can do with the money when you get out." Erica smiled at him while she gave him a shot that had the Botulinum toxin in it.

He stayed in that bed for the past eight months, everyday someone would come in and change his catheter and every time he would look over and say, "I want to leave." But his response every time was, "In due time, Mr. O'Malley." Now eight months later George was as white as a ghost, his lips were extremely chapped and he had dark circles under his eyes. Several of his organs were starting to shut down and he was having a hard time breathing by himself. George was now sitting up in bed looking around slowly for any visual landmarks, but he couldn't see anything. He was in a white room, in front of him was a large two-way mirror and next to it was a door with no handle on it. Reaching over to his right arm he slowly started to pull the several IV's that he was connected to out of his arm.

"Mr. O'Malley, this is your Doctor. Dr. Erica Hahn, I need you lay back down please it's not good for you to be sitting up like that." George looked over to the loudspeaker that was right next to a camera.

He shook his head and said, "No, I want to leave. This has gone on far enough, I need to get to a real hospital." George tried to push his legs over to the side of the bed but it didn't work. He ended up slipping on his sheets and falling down onto the ground.

"I want to go home." He chanted to himself as he slowly inched his way over to the door. Half way between the door and the bed George started to vomit blood. The more he pushed his body the more blood he spit up, till finally he pushed is body too much and collapsed on floor.

"Rose, is he dead?" Erica said never taking her eyes off the screen.

"Yes, I will go and prepare his body for autopsy." Rose made her way out of the camera room, and waived for several other lab techs to come help her. Erica watched through the TV screen as Rose and two other people removed George's body while the other three started to clean and re-sterilize the room again.

"How are things going on your end Erica?" a voice said from the doorway.

Without looking back at the door Erica knew who it was addressing her. "Things are going Robert."

"Things are...going." Robert shook his head and stepped closer into the room towards Erica. "That is something I don't want to hear three months away from our attack."

Erica let out a sigh; "I know Robert this strain of Botulinum took too long for symptoms to appear, four months to be exact. Plus you can add on another four months to kill the person. But this new strain should take exactly one month before symptoms show and just two week to kill the person, just like you wanted."

"Now that is what I like to hear." Robert smiled and gave Erica a small pat on the back, as he looked at the screens that were filled with Erica and Rose's test subjects.

"You wanted to see me Robert." Another voice filled the room coming from the doorway.

Both Erica and Robert turned around to see Preston Burke standing in the hallway. "Ah, Preston I did want to talk." Robert turned his attention to Erica, "If you would excuse me Erica, Preston and I have some business to attend to."

"Not a problem, I'm due in autopsy right now." Erica smiled at Robert before making her way to the door, "Preston," Erica nodded as she left the room.

Burke smiled and nodded at Erica. The walk to Robert's office was short and quiet, "Please have a seat Preston." Robert closed the door and sat on the other side of the desk.

"I see you added Sadie Harris to your list people you want to use." Robert said.

"I do, I have managed to locate her. She is in Dubai United Arab Emirates right now. Seeing how I'm an ex CIA agent and I have managed to find her I know actual CIA agents have found her too. Which is way I need to get to her before they do."

"I don't know Preston, she doesn't seem worth it. You already have Reed Adamson, Charles Percy and Finn Dandridge on your team all three have made quite the name for themselves. I believe they are on the top 25 most wanted list."

"True but Sadie, not only is she in the top 10 she is in the top 5. If I can get her to do a hostage takeover and have my security firm take her down it will quadruple the chance to have Arrow Security be the one and only security firm at the World Cup this summer. Which will make it easier for you to get the Botulinum toxin inside Soccer City in Johannesburg."

There was a long moment of silence while Stark weighed the pros and cons of having Sadie Harris on his side. "Fine you can try and get Sadie, but if things go bad over there in Dubai I want you to leave her. You already have three good people for the job."

"You can trust me Robert I won't let you down. Now if you would please excuse me I have a plane to catch."

With that Preston smiled and made his way over to the door and left, his next stop Dubai.

Callie and Mark were running down the streets of Dubai, chasing Sadie Harris number 3 on America's most wanted list with one of her cronies. They had been sprinting down 13th Street for a while, and had just passed the Al Amal Hospital.

"We need to split up, let's meet at the safe house at 20:00 hours." Sadie was breathless; it had been awhile since she was forced to run this hard. The girl shook her head and took an immediate right down one of the many nameless streets of Dubai. Unfortunately for her she chose the wrong street to go do, she chose the street that housed the Police Training Centre. Ignoring that fact she continued to weave through the endless amount of cops and their cars hoping lose the two government officials that were chasing her.

"I've got Sadie, you take Courtney!" Callie pointed to the street that Country just turned onto.

Mark shook his and took the same right turn that Country took; he could see her a few feet ahead of him weaving through the questioning cops. "This is First Lieutenant Marcus Sloan, I'm heading northeast down... no fucking clue." Mark yelled into his earpiece as he looked for a street sign but came up empty. "I'm on the street that is between Jumeira Fire Station 2 and the Police Training Centre. I need back up immediately."

Once Sloan called out for back, he used the last of his energy to catch up with Country. Country started to slow down a little as the street forced her make a left hand turn. Making a right one was out of the question because that would put her directly on police property. As she slowed down and Mark sped up, he was able to tackle her to the ground before she could turn the corner and takeoff again.

There in Sloan's hand he had one of the world's most dangerous terrorists, Courtney Adams. Courtney was one of the head field operatives for Al-Qaeda, with times changing and more countries being on the look out for only male members belonging to Al-Qaeda, they decided to add women to their ever growing movement. Knowing in the Middle East no man would ever put their hands on a female for a security search it now made it easier for them to carry bombs into crowded places.

Somehow the leader of Al-Qaeda turned Courtney against her own country and got her to convert her faith to Islam. With her intense background in weapons and hand-to-hand combat they put her to good use, training new members of their troops.

With Mark on top of her pinning her down, and voices shouting getting louder, Courtney realized that she had been caught. So she did the one thing that she was trained to do, and trained others to do as well. Looking up to Sloan all she did was grin, "Alhamdulillah" (Praise to God). She bit down on her front tooth causing it snap off, and she bit down again. After a few seconds her eyes got wide, her body started to shake and she was foaming at the mouth.

"No, No, NO!" Mark yelled realizing what Courtney just did. He laid her body on the ground and stood up and turned his back to Courtney's lifeless body right as his backup arrived. "Callie be careful, Courtney just killed herself using a Cyanide capsule so I know Sadie has to have one too." With that Mark turned around and started barking out orders to the others about what to do with body.

Callie only heard part of Mark's message due the fact that her and Sadie were busy playing human frogger on Al Wast Rd. After a successful game the two were running down an endless amount of alleyways till they finally made it to a main street, 26 A Street. This wasn't the first time Callie had been forced to chase a suspect down in the streets of Dubai and with her current career path she knew it wouldn't be the last. Realizing that they were on 26 A Street a street all to familiar to her, she took an immediate right turn down one of the alleyways knowing exactly were it was going to lead her.

Sadie looked behind her to judge how far back Callie was, but stopped instantly when she realized that Callie was no longer behind her. Breathing heavily Sadie looked around and took in her surroundings; she was in a semi dark alley that was quiet, a little too quiet for her liking. Panic and fear started to set in when she thought that she walked right into a trip. She reached into her pocket and took out the Cyanide capsule that Courtney gave her just incase. Before she could put it to her lips, a dark figure lunged at her and tackled her to the ground.

Callie realized what Sadie had in her hand; she grabbed her by the wrist and put pressure on Sadie's acupressure point between her index finger and thumb causing her drop the capsule. With Callie's left hand gripped tightly around both of Sadie's hands she used her free hand to throw the capsule out of reach.

Callie forced Sadie onto her stomach were she zip tided her hands together. "I would like to thank you Sadie Harris, because you just got this First Lieutenant promoted to a Captain." Callie smirked as she brought Sadie up to standing position.

Callie radioed her coordinates and soon they could hear sirens blaring in the background. The two women stood in the alleyway waiting for backup to arrive when uneasiness started to take over Callie. Something felt out of place to her, every way she looked she thought she saw a shadow move.

Callie was right, she was in fact at the moment being stalked on the ground by a group of several people. And if she were to look up she would have seen the scope reflection of a M40A3 sniper rifle, which was currently being occupied by Preston Burke. Burke's rifle was aimed right at Callie. There was nothing between him and his target First Lieutenant Calliope Torres, he had the perfect head shot lined up. His finger was on the trigger, and he was about squeeze it when the voice of Mark Sloan and several others filled the alleyway. He took his finger off the trigger and lifted his head from scope his plan had just failed. He knew that there was no way he could Sadie out of there now. "Plan A has failed, abort the mission. We are now moving on to Plan B."

Burke packed up his rifle and slowly made his exit out of the alleyway unnoticed, while Callie and Mark had all of their attention on Sadie Harris. Sadie was now facing Mark and Callie, she opened her mouth and was about to say something when someone came up from behind her and put a bag over her head and sedated her knocking her out instantly.

It had been eight hours since Callie and Mark found Sadie and captured her. Sadie woke up feeling a little weary and had somewhat of a headache. She slowly started to come to, realizing she was in a poorly lit room that was freezing cold, so cold that she could see her breath. On instinct she put her hands over the arms to only to feel nothing but skin. She remembered that she was wearing jeans and a long sleeve shirt early in the day, so there was no reason for her arms to be totally exposed. She looked down at her body to find that she was naked, no clothing on her body, not even underwear. She looked around the room for a towel or sheets something to cover up her body, but it was no use. The only thing in the room was a table with two chairs by it, a metal one and a wooden one. There was no bed or toilet, not even a bucket for her use if she needed to go the bathroom.

Sadie looked around the room some more, but movement by the door got her attention. There standing in front of the door was a tall man, he was wearing black pants with black timberland boots, a black long sleeve shirt with black gloves and a black ski mask on. The only thing that Sadie could see were eyes. She watched as the man knocked four times on the door before returning to standing at attention. Sadie went over to the far left corner of the room and curled up into a ball trying her best to keep warm.

Two floors above Sadie, Callie and Mark were in one of the prison guard break rooms. Mark was lying on the couch; his hand behind his head and his legs crossed staring up at the ceiling. Callie on the other hand was pacing back and forth biting her nails like a nervous wreak.

"We shouldn't be here Mark, This... This is wrong." Callie said still pacing staring at the ground.

"Callie, you need to relax. We are dealing with Sadie Harris here, we are not going to get answers with her held up in some maximum security prison in the States." Mark looked at Callie out of the corner of his eye.

"So you want to beat it out of her?" Callie stopped in her tracks and looked over at Mark in disgust.

"Look Cal, she is scum of the earth and had this coming to her the minute she started killing innocent people."

"Do you hear yourself right now. Scum of the earth, had this coming. It's no wonder why everyone hates America. Scum or no scum no one deserves to the be treated like this."

Mark sat up and looked Callie directly in the eye and was about to say something. But his was cutoff when their boss Colonel Eveleena Fults came into the room. "Sadie is awake. We have about 30 minutes to get as much information out of her as we can before she is taken away."

Callie and Mark exchanged looks, "What do you mean taken away?" Mark asked.

"As you already know, Sadie has been number 3 on our most wanted list for about four years now. Well she was involved in the 3/11 bombing in Spain, and Marshal Richard Webber the director of the Rainbow counterterrorism unit wants to take her."

"Rainbow? You mean The Rainbow Six Counterterrorism unit really does exist? I thought they were just an urban legend." Callie said.

"Nope they are very much real, and they have three people coming here to take Sadie. If we want to know why Sadie was talking to Courtney Adams we need to do it now. Because when they take her she will be off limits forever. So Callie what you to go in there first, try and sweet talk the information out of her. If that doesn't work, Mark you know what to do."

Colonel Fults left the room while Callie went over to the kitchen counter and made a cup of hot chocolate. Mark make a face as he watched Callie make the hot chocolate, "What are you doing Cal?"

"You'll see." She responded.

A few moments later a woman came into the holding a tray, "First Lieutenant Sloan, your dinner."

The tray was set in front of Mark, before he had time to grab his silverware and look at what was for dinner Callie had already grabbed the tray from him.

"Callie! What the hell? I'm starving." Mark yelled.

"All apart of the plan Mark, just work with me." Callie yelled back from the other end of the hallway.

Callie made her way downstairs to the room that Sadie was in. The guard opened the door and Callie walked towards the table in the center of the room. Her eyes falling immediately on the figure curled up into a tight ball on the far corner of the room.

"Good evening Ms. Harris, I brought you dinner with some nice warm hot chocolate." Callie set the tray on the table and took a seat in the wooden chair. Never losing eye contact with Sadie.

Sadie slowly made her way over to the table staring at the tray wondering what was in it. "It's steak, medium rare with potatoes and broccoli." Callie lifted the metal continuer to reveal its contents.

Sadie's mouth began to water when she realized just how hungry she was. She sat in the metal chair and winched slightly at the pain the cold chair caused her body. She picked up the steak with her hands and was about to take a bite when Callie spoke again. "Now before I start asking you questions and you start telling me lies, I want you know something. Right now, you are underground in a prison located in Cairo Egypt."

It didn't take long for Callie's words to sink in. She knew that being in a prison in Egypt meant one thing, torture. Egypt was just one of the five countries that the United States sends terrorists to be questioned. She didn't know why she didn't recognize this earlier. She had all the clues right in front of her, being naked in a room that was be on freezing, the piss poor condition of the room she was in. With the steak up to her lips she didn't want to take any chances so she threw back down on the plate. "I'm not hungry." She said with a raspy voice.

"Okay," Callie sled the tray in front of herself. She took a fork and knife from her coat pocket and cut into the steak. "You don't really have worry about me torturing you Sadie." Callie took a bite out of the steak, watching Sadie's face change in shock when she realized nothing was wrong with the steak.

"I don't believe in the whole torture thing." Callie took another big bite. "I mean what's really going to happen if I torture. You tell me the same thing over and over again, and I just beat you to within an inch of your life, bring you back to the life and start the process all over again. After the third or fourth time, you finally snap and start telling me things that I want to hear. And then that just leaves me where I started, no where."

Callie paused for a moment and took a sip of the hot chocolate. She motioned at the guard who threw over some clothes and Callie handed them over to Sadie. Sadie took the clothes and got dressed and sat back down across from the Callie. "What do you want?"

"I want to talk, because you Sadie are different. You didn't take the pansy way out like Courtney did. You had the option, but you were hesitant. Which means one thing to me, you want to talk, and I'm here to listen."

The two women sat there for a few moments studying each other, then Sadie let out a sigh and got up from her seat. What happen next left Callie and others that were watching this interrogation completely clueless. The guard behind Callie started yelling for Sadie to sit back down, when Sadie failed to comply to the orders the guard took out his gun and shot her.

Callie's world started to fade, as she stood up trying to comprehend what just happened. Mark and Eveleena's voices were faded in the background as they yelled at the solider. There was a knot in the bottom of her stomach as she watched the blood flow out of Sadie.

"What's your name private." Mark hissed at the man, as he removed the ski mask.

"Azizi..." he stuttered.

Azizi was a tall man with a dark complexion, he was medium built and had lean muscle. To Callie, Mark and Eveleena he passed perfectly as an Egyptian soldier. He was anything but, Azizi was just one of many disguises that Preston Burke used in his line of work.

"Well, Azizi- you better have a good explanation to why you killed a prisoner." Mark grabbed him by the collar and slammed up against the wall.

"She was making a threatening gesture."

"Threatening gesture? You have got to-"

"Mark," Callie interrupted. "Slamming him up against the wall isn't going to bring back Sadie. We lost her."

"She's right, private Azizi you get to escort Sadie's body to the morgue and then you can write report about everything that happened. Oh and just an FYI when I insect reports I am very meticulous."

The man followed the body out of the room, while Callie, Mark and Eveleena when back upstairs to the same break room they were in earlier.

The three of them had been silent since they had gotten into the room. Eveleena was pacing around the room, while Mark was sitting on the couch with hands over his face and Callie was behind him leaning against the wall.

"This isn't how I wanted to meet the people from world's greatest counterterrorism unit." Eveleena sighed; she had been looking up at the clock every minute since they got to the break room. "They'll be here in within 5 minutes and I have to explain this, to them."

"Explain what to who?" a voice said coming from the door.

Eveleena stopped pacing and backed up over to the couch. Callie quickly made her way around to the front of the couch, and Mark quickly stood up. All three of them were now standing at attention, to three women who here dress in civilian clothing.

Standing in front of them was a short woman with a dark complexion, and behind her there were two taller women with blonde hair. The shorter woman in front of them shook her head lightly and smiled. "I'm sorry, I have been on the Rainbow team for over 15 years, that is how long I have been walking around on military time without my uniform on. You guys probably think we some lost tourist." She said with a chuckle, "I'm Field Marshal Miranda Bailey and the Deputy Director of the Rainbow counterterrorism unit. This is General Theodora Altman." Bailey pointed to her right, "and this is General Arizona Robbins" pointing to her left.

Callie's breath hitched a little when she laid eyes on the young General on Bailey's left side. Arizona was studying the room not really paying attention to the conversation between Bailey and Eveleena. Arizona was wearing a black button up shirt that was buttoned somewhat low, and she had a white tank top on underneath it that showed just enough cleavage and the sleeves were rolled up to her elbows. She had on light blue jeans and black converse to round out her look. Her hair was a nice dirty blonde with light curls... "HE DID WHAT?"

Bailey's yell brought everyone out of their thoughts. Callie's attention went back over to Bailey who was pinching the bridge of her nose with her eyes closed. Anyone could see that she was clearly frustrated. Callie's gaze slow shifted over to the blondes behind Bailey. Teddy had a look of disbelief and a sarcastic smile on her face. As for Arizona she was different, her arms were now crossed on her chest and she was grinning to herself. The two women made it perfectly clear that their inability to keep Sadie alive or possibly just capture her was the butt of their jokes, or worst, they made a bet on it; A bet that Arizona had just won.

Callie couldn't explain it, but for some reason she found herself grinning inwardly to herself as well. It was as if Arizona's small grin was intoxicating. Arizona straightened up and readjusted her arms across her chest, which got Callie's attention. Callie's grin was then wiped from her face when she looked at Arizona's fingers, well her ring finger on her left hand to be specific. It had a nice tan line, which could only mean two things; one General Robbins was straight. She's in the Military, being gay is frowned upon... duh. Two, she's married.

"First Lieutenant Torres please show General Robbins and General Altman were the morgue is so they can prepare the body of transport. Colonel Fults and First Lieutenant Sloan show me the cell that Sadie was staying in at the time."

For the second time in less than ten minutes, Field Marshall Bailey brought Callie out of her reverie. No other words were exchanged as the six of them split up and went their separate ways.

The walk down the morgue was quiet and a little painful for Callie. She was embarrassed that something like this happened on her watch. "So General Robbins...General Altman, may I ask why you guys don't wear uniforms?" Callie said in a soft voice in her attempt to break the silence.

"Because they are hideous and uncomfortable, and I just don't like wearing it." Arizona smiled at Callie.

Callie looked over to Arizona and once again she found herself smiling again because of Arizona. Her smile was absolutely radiant and her dimples were adorable. When Callie finally made eye contract with the blonde she felt as if she was drowning, her eyes were a dark blue that reminded her of the ocean.

"Anyone ever tell you that you have nice eyes?"

Callie felt herself stumble a little bit at Arizona's comment; all thoughts of Arizona being straight went out the window. Callie couldn't figure out if Arizona was flirting with her, as much as Callie wanted to flirt back she stopped herself. All of the Generals that Callie had been in contact with over her time in the service were extremely homophobic and wouldn't think twice about discharging you based on your sexual orientation. Callie chalked up the comment as a complement, to her Arizona was probably bisexual and only felt a sexual attraction to women but when it came to settling down she probably preferred men.

"We don't wear uniforms, because we are a top secret branch in the military contracted by the DoD. The President, Secretary of Defense, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and a select few people in the military know we exist. To others, military and or civilian we are nothing but a myth. Walking around in a uniform would ruin that top secret need to know basis now wouldn't it First Lieutenant." Teddy barked at Callie.

Callie gulped and shook her head; clearly Teddy wasn't in the mode for small talk. The three of them didn't say anything else for rest of the walk. Walking into the morgue they were greeted by an officer at the front desk. "We need to see the body for Sadie Harris." Callie said.

The man shook his head and motioned for the three women to follow him. After walking through two rooms they were standing in a back room with a metal table in the middle of it. The officer was standing there with a shocked look on his face, "What's wrong?" Callie asked.

"She's gone."

"What do you mean she's gone?" Callie's voice was stern and a little irritated.

"Miss Harris's body was laying right here on this table, and now she is gone."

"Fan-fucking-tasic, you can leave officer." Teddy sighed and she walked into the room and set both of her hand on the metal table.

The officer left the room, and Arizona was walking along the side of the room studying everything she saw. Teddy lifted her head and looked over to Callie who was still standing in the doorway. "First Lieutenant Torres-"

Callie stood straight at attention, "ma'am."

"Get lost."

Callie's heart sank, Callie had been in the military now for 17 years. In those 17 years she had never been in this much trouble, or had a prisoner escape under her watch. This was a new experience for her and she hated every moment of it.

Teddy and Arizona where in the room alone, there was a few moments of silence between the two before Arizona spoke. "I think I'm craving Zafferano for dinner tonight...yeah definitely Zafferano seeing how you're paying."

"Whatever AZ, Callie Torres and Mark Sloan are the best of the best. I'm sorry that thought they would be good enough to not fall for a trap like this." Teddy huffed, she walked over to the desk in the far corner and picked up a folder and started looking through it.

Arizona just smiled, "Was there need to be a bitch to her? She was obviously upset about this whole thing... And kind of cute..."

Teddy rolled her eyes, "You Arizona Robbins need to stop. You are a happily married woman, what would your wife Julie Robbins say right now? Flirting with another woman."

Arizona didn't get the chance to say anything before Teddy froze and let the folder that she was holding fall to the ground and scatter all over the floor. Arizona turned around and faced a stunned Teddy. "I'm not picking that up." Arizona grinned.

"I can't feel my hands."

Arizona crossed her arm on her chest; she tilted her head to the side and squinted her eyes. "Really, that's your best excuse? Julie's four year old patients have come up with better ones."

"I'm serous Arizona, I can't feel my hands. I think there is something on them."

Arizona straightened up when she realized Teddy wasn't joking. She looked over to the table for a brief moment when she saw a white powder on it. Walking over to Teddy and taking a closer look at her hands she could see the same powder on her hands. The two of them rushed over to the sink and quickly washed Teddy's hands.

Callie had made her way upstairs, to find Bailey filling out paper work at a workstation with Eveleena and Mark sitting some distance away just staring at her. Callie took a breath and started walking. Instead of making her way over to Mark and Eveleena she walked over to Bailey.

"Um... Field Marshall Bailey... General Robbins and General Altman don't need my help anymore. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Bailey looked up to Callie and studied her for a moment before looking back down at her paper work. "I would ask for you to get me a cup of coffee, but seeing how you failed at watching a prisoner and then let said prisoner escape. I think I'll pass, knowing you, you'll find a way to fail at that too."

Callie shook her head lightly and made her way over to Mark and Eveleena, "What happened downstairs? Bailey went off on us for a like a 10 minutes saying Sadie escaped?" Mark asked.

"Yeah, we went to the morgue and her body was gone. I didn't stay long, General Altman kicked out before anyone could say anything."

Back downstairs in the morgue, Arizona and Teddy were waiting for the report on what was on Teddy's hands and table. An officer came in and handed Teddy a piece of paper before leaving the room.

"Well?" Arizona asked.

"It's blow fish poison...which explains a lot. You use just the right amount, you go into paralysis, real easy for someone to pass off as dead. Her clothes were probably lined with fake blood pouches. One shot in the right place is all it takes."

"Hm, I guess she wanted to...blow away...Yeeeeaaaahhh" Arizona said with a smile.

Teddy shook her head at what was the worst CSI joke she ever heard. "You know sometimes it scares me to think that you are number three in line to become the director of the Rainbow unit."

Arizona just shrugged as they made their way upstairs to go talk with Bailey.

Once upstairs they met with Bailey who was just faxing the last of her paper work back to their office in London. Soon the three women were on a plane back to their base in London while Callie, Mark and Eveleena were on a plane back to Washington D.C.

It had been three weeks since the whole Sadie Harris incident, as much as Eveleena said that it wasn't a big deal about Sadie escaping Callie and Mark could tell that it was. Usually Mark and Callie got to pick the cases that they wanted to work on, but now no one wanted to work with them. Callie found herself spacing out thinking about General Arizona Robbins and her blue eyes, blonde hair and that beautiful smile.

"What are you thinking about Torres? The good old days when you used to walking around the Pentagon thinking you were hot shit?" A voice said from behind Callie brings her out of her thoughts.

Looking over she saw her the person she hated most sitting at her desk grinning like an idiot, Captain Betty Wade. Betty was a tall very muscular woman with short black hair and light brown complexion; she did nothing but cause hell for Callie and Mark.

"Or are you having more gay thoughts again?"

Callie just glared over at Betty.

"What's the matter Torres, did you finally come to grips with sexuality. Don't want to say anything that will get you discharged. I mean if you ask me I don't think they should repeal Don't Ask Don't Tell. I mean I don't want to take a shower with you lusting over my body."

"You know what Fu-" Callie had to stop herself, she was at work at the Pentagon and she was wearing her military uniform which meant she couldn't swear. "Give it a rest Wade, I think out of everyone in this office it is you who should be worried about Don't Ask Don't Tell. You are always the one to bring up sexual orientation in an argument. I think you're the one who lusts over my body in the shower; it's okay your secret's safe with me. Until I talk to Colonel Fults." Callie grinned.

Callie didn't have time to read her email before she felt two hands grab her by the shirt collar lifting her up and drag her over to the middle of the room. "I am not a fag!" Betty hissed in Callie's face.

"Are you sure, because you are awfully defensive right now." Callie raised an eyebrow, "You like this don't you. Putting your hands all over me, getting within kissing distance of my face. People have said I have nice soft lips, is it driving you crazy that you will never know?"

Betty clenched her jaw in anger as Callie continued to taut her. "Have I just become the lead lady in your dreams?"

Betty was about to say something when a voice was heard from the doorway, "Betty, let's go. The gym is empty right now so we use the machines that we want to."

Betty shook her head and let go of Callie, the two straightened out their clothes and Betty started to make her way over to the door. "Don't forget bring some clean underwear, because I'm pretty sure your sexual thoughts of me just ruined the pair you have on now." Callie yelled.

Callie didn't get the chance the smirk at her comment, because Betty had lain a right hook right across Callie's jaw. Callie knew better, not to fight, but her instinct took over. Someone hit her, so she had to hit back, which she did. She got Betty back with a left upper cut.

Betty took another swing at Callie, but Callie dodged it and managed to get Betty with another uppercut. Betty fell to the floor, and Callie was about pounce on her, "FIRST LIEUTENANT TORRES AND CAPTAIN WADE KNOCK IT OFF NOW!" Eveleena said from her office doorway.

"Sorry Ma'am" they said in unison.

"Whatever, Torres in my office...now"

"When I give my report Torres, I'm going to make sure you get discharged from military. And you can bet that I will make it a dishonorable discharge." Betty whispered while holding her jaw.

Callie ignored her comment and made her way into Eveleena's office. Once in her office Eveleena closed the door and gave a long sigh.

"Look I'm sorry Evey, Betty just gets the best of me. I promise it won't happen again." Callie rubbed her jaw a little bit.

"Your right, it won't happen again." Eveleena said as she put a DD214 form in front of Callie.

Callie's eyes grew wide as she looked at the form in front her. "I'm being discharged?"