Disclaimer: Most of the characters belong to Shonda. These versions have potty-mouth issues and violent tendencies.
A/N: This started out as a random one-shot on tumblr, and then grew to three chapters in a day. Now I'm just writing, writing, writing. No promises on how this goes, folks.

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Prologue

Ellis Grey's criminal empire floundered after her death. Until her estranged daughter Meredith came back from the East Coast to take up the reins. Soon befriending bookkeeper and source of general mayhem Cristina Yang, the so-called Twisted Sisters quickly became the go-to women of Seattle's seedy underworld. You needed a heart? They had one in a box for you. Funding for a new building or protection during the construction thereof? They were IT.

Until Callie Torres, Enforcer Extraordinaire, came up the ranks. The disowned daughter of a criminal magnate in Miami, Callie was known for breaking bones. Lots of bones. Somehow ending up as Cristina's roommate after both their relationships went down the tubes, they became friends, and Callie's talent for first breaking and then setting the bones of their enemies became incredibly handy when the Mercy family, from the west side of Seattle, started to encroach on the Grey empire. With the muscle and physical power to back them up, they became even more of a name in the Northwest underground after they took over the Mercys, absorbing the best business and people, discarding the rest.

They had a lot of talent, a lot of money, and a lot of work to do. Enter Arizona Robbins, a happy-go-lucky corner-store bookie who fell in love with Callie. Possessed of a cheerful dimpled smile and a ruthless cunning that came out when least expected, she was the final element to join this powerful cabal. Meredith's overarching general business sense was handy, Cristina's sharp acumen vital, Callie's brute power necessary, but it was Arizona's sharp financial intelligence that truly thrust the Grey empire into the forefront of everything from small-time gambling to anything that needed doing in City Hall. Arizona protects what she loves, and she loves her Calliope, as well as the friends they've made together.

Now this Femme Mafia of Seattle is faced with its greatest challenge - the new family in town, the Averys. Coming from Boston with a lot of money and a lot of power, these West Coasters are being elbowed by old East Coast arrogance. In the form of Jackson Avery, the young and arrogant son of Catherine Avery - the head of a criminal empire that runs all of Boston as well as large sections of Rhode Island and the Cape - they will face an unprecedented challenge to their power, their leadership, and their city. Is Seattle ready for the showdown?

Chapter ONE

Callie Torres looked up from cleaning her favorite baseball bat at the sound of her girlfriend's irritated huff. "What is it?" she asked.

Arizona glanced over, "These financial statements are crap. Utter dog crap. When you go over to talk to Mister Jacobs tomorrow, you'll have to get me the real ones. Bring Alex with you, I'll tell him what to look for to make sure they aren't trying to hustle us. Again."

Callie nodded, wiping her bat down one final time. "Your protégé is useful. Mine, on the other hand, still can't read a balance sheet."

The blonde laughed, "Kepner is better as pure muscle, sweetheart. Don't try to remake her in Karev's image. Do you know how hard it is to find a wrestling champ who can suss out cashflow issues?"

Her girlfriend huffed good-naturedly. "You lucked out."

"So did you. April Kepner looks super nice. And innocent. Which means you can send her places you can't send a scruffy boy like Karev. Everyone has their place in our demented little organization, Calliope." She set the thick stack of account ledgers and financial printouts on the end table. "Now, since you'll be out all of tomorrow breaking kneecaps while I trudge through yet another gig's worth of spreadsheets, come here," Arizona purred, standing up to drag her girlfriend to the bedroom. With a delighted grin, Callie followed.

X-X

The morning meeting was a necessary evil, as far as Callie Torres was concerned. In the office space of a nondescript warehouse near the main port, the base of operations for the Grey organization was distinctly simple. Meredith had eschewed the style of her mother – overbearing, fancy, expensive – and preferred to use the money such things had cost to care for her people. Callie was fairly sure that her boss was the only crime lord in the greater Northwest that offered dental to her employees. Meredith, in worn jeans and a sweater, settled in at the head of the table, her best friend and right hand Cristina by her side, both sucking down steaming cups of coffee. Arizona was still shuffling the papers in front of her while Callie absent-mindedly scrolled through the business section of the paper on her iPad. Also in attendance was Richard Webber, Ellis Grey's long-time right hand and still a valuable member of their team, though on partial retirement as his wife was ill.

"Okay, so, what's going on with Jacobs' Shipping? Arizona?" Meredith started out.

"They're hiding something. The numbers don't match, there are large gaps in their records they've tried to disguise, and honestly, I get a really bad feeling about it. I want Alex to go with Calliope this morning, in addition to Kepner. I've already briefed him on the gaps I found; he should be able to pick up the situation easily. I'd go, but…"

"We all know you're not the physical intimidation type," Cristina snarked. Her frenemy relationship with the newest member of their inner sanctum was well-accepted amongst the group.

Meredith nodded, turning to Cristina, "Can we keep some extra people nearby? People they won't recognize, in case Callie needs backup? I don't want to send them into a hostile place alone."

Cristina flipped through the schedule, rearranging things mentally. "Sure, easy. I'll send a few out in a van and park it nearby. We'll pull some of the on-call folks in to cover."

"Anything else?" Meredith scanned the table - the mature, thoughtful face at odds with the dark, twisty, angry girl Callie recalled from when the younger woman first took up the reins of her mother's business.

Richard coughed lightly. "Some of my contacts, they're being approached by the Averys. They want in to Seattle, Meredith. We might have to hire some more bodies just to keep our businesses safe from their thugs. What I'm hearing? It's not good. The kid they put in charge of business here - Jackson Avery? He doesn't have a clue what he's doing. He thinks waving a gun around and demanding some money is all there is to this." Richard shook his head, "I don't know what his family was thinking. He'll bring too much attention to everyone, mark my words."

Meredith sighed, glancing down at the table. "Well, keep notes of who's calling. Maybe we can figure out his plan from that. Reassure people that we're who they want to be dealing with, not him. I don't want to resort to… direct pressure on him… at least not yet." She looked down the table, meeting Callie's eyes. "Be careful today. Jacobs has always been a slime."

Callie nodded, "We will."

As a group, they stood up, gathering their possessions and heading out for the day ahead. Callie tugged her girlfriend to a stop as the room emptied. "Long day ahead? Will you be home for supper?" She pulled Arizona into her arms, the smaller woman curling into her embrace.

"I hope so. There's just a lot of paperwork. Consolidating accounts and things," Arizona sighed. "I hate tax season."

"Said everyone, ever." Callie pulled back to press a kiss to her partner's brow. "Whoever gets home first gets to decide where to order from? I don't think I'll feel like cooking."

Arizona smiled. "Sure, sounds good." She looked Callie in the eyes. "Seriously, be careful. Something's off there, and I don't want you caught unawares."

"You got it. I mean, look what I have to come home to," she grinned as Arizona blushed. With a final tender kiss, Callie grabbed her iPad from the table and winked as she headed out the door.

X-X

Dressed in classy black pants, a deep purple silk shirt, and her favorite black leather jacket, Callie Torres looked like an edgy business woman. Maybe a survivor from the dotcom boom or some hip post-bust telecomm company.

Her two colleagues flanked her, eyes wide and alert at Jacobs' Shipping. Alex Karev, with his week-old stubble, jeans, oxford shirt, and denim jacket, looked like an overgrown college kid, but his eyes were cunning – that rare mix of brains and brawn that Arizona had picked up on and nurtured since he was her muscle at her bookmaking operation. He fingered the brass knuckles in his pocket even as he absorbed the comings and goings around him. April Kepner looked like a young corporate executive next to him, in wool slacks, a white blouse, and a dark blazer with a leather briefcase over her shoulder. Though the briefcase did have a laptop and tablet, it also had Kepner's favorite fighting knives, a set of handcuffs, duct tape, zip ties, and a ball gag. The three of them together were a sight to behold, especially if one knew who they were – the last resort of Meredith Grey when she was unhappy with a client, customer, or associate. All three together were a warning that could not be ignored in Seattle.

Ben Jacobs, the owner and operator of Jacobs' Shipping, as well as the man deeply in debt to Meredith, approached them, his body subtly shaking. Sweat beaded on his brow, something all three took note of. "Miz Torres, how can I help you?" he stuttered.

Raising one perfectly sculpted eyebrow at the pathetic man before her, Callie replied, "Well, Ben… Can I call you Ben?" At his nod, she continued, "It seems our organization has found some… irregularities in your financial reports. Upon which we base your repayment schedule. We're here to… clear up that little misunderstanding. If that's all right with you, of course."

"Of course, of course, Miz Torres. Whatever you need." He gestured them ahead, "Why don't you use my office? It's right over here."

"That would be good, Ben," she drawled, motioning her subordinates to join her. "You can just go about your work. We'll stay out of the way. No need to worry."

The sweat really started to drip down his face at the prospect of leaving the trio alone in his office. "Sure, sure. I'll, er, be out on the floor if you need me."

Callie shut the door behind the offensive man, and turned to her colleagues. "Karev, break into their database, copy everything. Arizona was right - something's off here. Kepner, stay with me, we're having a look around." She fished in the hidden pocket of her jacket and pulled out the collapsible police baton that was her favorite weapon in a situation like this. With a quick check of her shoulder holster, she looked at her protégé, who had settled the briefcase next to Alex while sliding zip ties in her pockets. Callie knew that there were at least three knives on the woman's body, hidden in various holsters and tucked in pockets. One switchblade found its way into her hand, which she palmed carefully.

"Alright, boss," April chirped. "Alex, turn on your comm set," she scolded until he grumped and turned on the hidden earpiece that let the three of them talk while separated on a job.

They let Alex lock himself in the office, and heard him move something in front of the door before heading off, slinking from the offices towards the loading docks.

"Callie, what exactly are we looking for?" April asked quietly.

"Not sure, but whatever it is," Callie felt her senses tingle, "I don't think it's any good. This place is giving me the creeps. Let's check the trucks."

The pair moved silently, their thick boots not making a sound on the concrete floors. Most of the trucks were concentrated in the first handful of docks, a half dozen trucks in the middle of loading or unloading in each. Glances at the posted manifests matched the information Callie had pulled up on her phone. They moved deeper into the building, and the tone of the work changed. The employees seemed rougher, cruder, and the trucks weren't as well-kept – covered in graffiti and the motors not running as smoothly. The two well-dressed women were even more out of place, and stayed in the shadows. Callie grabbed a clipboard that purported to keep track of what the bay was doing during the workday. She didn't recognize any of the vendors, loads, or truck numbers that Arizona had made her memorize that morning. As far as she could tell, the entire truck was off the record – even the records that should have been copied to Meredith's bookkeepers as part of their deal.

She switched her phone over to the camera app, and took pictures of each page on the clipboard, April carefully keeping watch as the workers had just left for the lunch hour. She emailed the photos directly to her girlfriend, and CC'd them to Cristina. In the empty, echoing loading dock, there was silence except for the quiet click of Callie's camera app as they moved to the next clipboard and then the next.

Until the most out of place sound carried from the furthest truck. A baby's cry.