Everything Will Be Alright
Episode Title: Everything Will Be Alright
Episode Summary: Nothing goes as planned for Arizona when she leaves Callie speechless and gets caught up in another doctor's drama.
"I believe in you and me
I'm coming to find you
If it takes me all night...
Everything will be alright"
On Monday morning, Arizona entered the hospital on a mission.
Much to her dismay, Callie hadn't reached out to her the day before as she had hoped, but that didn't deter her. She had spent all day on Sunday mulling over her next step, and now more than ever, she was sure what she wanted: to tell Callie she loved her. Always had, always would.
It no longer mattered to her how Callie responded or if Callie responded at all. Even if her feelings were unrequited, Arizona knew she needed to speak her truth. After that, she would accept whatever outcome awaited her—good or bad.
She hoped, however, that the outcome would be good.
But on the off chance that she were wrong about Callie's feelings—and she was almost certain she wasn't—then at least she would know that she had been honest and had taken a risk for love.
She was tired of keeping her feelings inside, and she wanted Callie to know—she wanted the whole world to know—how she felt. She wanted Callie to know that her love was alive and well, once again devouring her in the way she hoped to devour Callie again: body and soul. Her heart throbbed for the woman she loved, and she wanted to rush into those strong arms every time she saw her.
She was in love with Callie. Period. She no longer could deny it.
Pushing through the door to the attendings lounge, she ignored the doctors who were milling around and drinking coffee, making a beeline for the one person she had been looking for.
"Grey," she greeted. "I need your help."
Meredith looked up from her tablet, surprised at the force in Arizona's voice. "Surgery?"
Arizona shook her head. "No. It's not," she hemmed, "work related. It's personal."
"Is everything okay?" Meredith stood up, suddenly alarmed. "Is Callie-"
It wasn't lost on Arizona that Meredith immediately had thought of Callie when she mentioned the personal nature of her request. It comforted her and gave her confidence that Callie's closest friend also thought of them in relation to each other. It signaled that Callie had been talking about her with Meredith. She only hoped that the talk was good.
"Everything's fine," she promised. "I just really need to talk to Callie tonight. Alone." She bit her lip. "And I was hoping you might be able to take Sofia?"
Attempting to hide her wry smile, Meredith nodded. "Of course. You know I love having her."
Arizona nodded gratefully, but looking at her, Meredith noted that she still seemed a little on edge. Panicked, maybe.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
Arizona exhaled a long breath. "I'm good," she swore. "Really good. For the first time in a long time, I'm…" She smiled. "I know what want. And this time, I'm not afraid to fight for it."
Stepping onto the elevator, Callie bounced on her feet, feeling a rush of anxiety crash over her like a wave. She felt seasick with nervousness.
She had spent all day on Sunday attempting to build up the courage to tell Arizona she loved her, without any success.
It wasn't that she hadn't wanted to tell Arizona about her everlasting love—more than anything, she had—it was just that initiating that first step was easier said than done.
She had spent so long building up a wall of protection that the idea of allowing herself to be vulnerable again—especially with the woman she valued most—was terrifying.
But enough time had passed, and she was no longer going to allow herself any more excuses.
She loved Arizona, and even if that love wasn't reciprocated, she wanted the blonde to know the truth. And the clairvoyant part of her sensed that maybe, just maybe, Arizona felt the same.
Stepping out of the elevator, Callie's eyes immediately searched for the love of her life. She needed to find the blonde and invite her over that evening so they could talk. She didn't want to endure one more night without Arizona knowing the truth.
Walking down the hallway, Arizona caught sight of the object of her affection stepping off of the elevator. Deciding in that moment that she couldn't wait any longer, she marched toward her ex-wife. "Callie!"
Immediately, Callie froze, her heart going into overdrive at the sound of Arizona's voice. There was something in her tone that made Callie nervous. Was she...angry?
Callie risked a tentative step forward. "Hey," she exhaled in greeting. "I was hoping to find you."
Arizona nodded, all business. She didn't want to let herself chicken out. "We need to talk."
Callie's eyebrows flew up. Those had to be the four most terrifying words that ever existed.
"Alone."
Callie gulped. Attempting to find her voice, she pleaded, "Arizona…"
"We can't go on like this," Arizona insisted. "I can't…it's..."
Then she paused, noticing Callie's drained face and panicked expression for the first time.
Callie's stomach rolled, her heart kicking into overdrive. Was Arizona breaking up with her? No, wait, she thought. We're not even together. She can't break up with me.
But maybe she doesn't want to be together, she realized. She felt like her bones might collapse at the very thought.
Terrified, she stammered, "Arizona, please. Don't-"
Arizona knit her eyebrows together, baffled by Callie's reaction. Why did she look like she was going to pass out? She was practically shaking. "Callie…? Don't what?"
"I just...I really don't want to hear bad-"
"Oh." All at once, Arizona understood Callie's trepidation. Callie thought she was delivering bad news.
The brunette inhaled a deep breath and held it, her pulse faltering.
"This thing...It's not bad," Arizona began, voice sweet as honey.
"It's not?" Callie croaked.
"No," Arizona promised, desperate to demolish her ex-wife's fears. Suddenly, she couldn't get the words out fast enough. "I just." She paused. "I love you. I just wanted you to know that...I love you."
Callie's mouth fell open. She swallowed and stared at Arizona, utterly moonstruck as she felt the chasm bridging in her heart and her eyes pricking with tears of joy. "I…"
Arizona's brows furrowed with worry at Callie's speechlessness. She had expected, or at least hoped, that her ex-wife would respond with an I love you, too, but Callie didn't say anything.
Maybe I was wrong, she agonized. Maybe she just wants to be friends and doesn't want to take any 'second first steps' with me, and...
In the tiniest, most hopeful voice, she prompted, "Calliope?"
"I…" Callie tried again, but the sound of Arizona's pager pierced through the moment, causing them both to jump.
Arizona forced her eyes away from Callie's face and scowled at her blaring device. Karev. 911.
Damn it.
With a frustrated huff, she looked up at Callie's still-frozen face, cursing herself for blurting out her feelings just like that and cursing Alex for the untimely interruption.
Apologetically, she explained, "It's Alex. I have to go."
And before the brunette could form the four words she was dying to say, Arizona was gone: headed down the hallway and out of reach.
Callie groaned, wanting to smack herself on the forehead for responding so poorly. Arizona had just said I love you, and she'd just stared at her like an idiot.
"Damn it," she cursed under her breath. "Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
Seconds later, a well-dressed man approached her, bringing her self-flagellation to a halt. "Hey."
Callie exhaled a long breath, attempting to pull herself together to do her job. "May I help you?"
The man nodded. "I'm looking for Dr. Alexander Karev. Do you know where I might find him?"
"Karev. Right." Still in emotional turmoil over her stupid inability to form words in response to Arizona's confession, she barely acknowledged the stranger.
Distracted, she pointed in the direction of Arizona's retreating form. "Just follow that doctor. She'll lead you right to him."
He smiled. "Thanks. Have a good one."
Callie forced a smile, meeting his ice blue eyes. "You, too."
She looked around, hoping to locate a friend so that she could talk out what had just happened. She spotted Bailey by the nurses' station.
"Bailey!" she called, ambling forward. "Have you seen Meredith?"
The chief didn't even look up from her paperwork. She just lifted her pen, gesturing to the OR board behind them. "She has surgery in five minutes."
Studying the board, Callie frowned. Gallbladder removal. A two-hour surgery.
When Bailey didn't hear a response, her eyes flicked toward her friend's face. "Everything alright, Torres?"
Callie gulped. "Can I talk to you about something?"
Bailey's eyes narrowed. "Is it personal?"
Callie smiled sheepishly. "A little."
Bailey sighed, motioning the orthopedic surgeon to follow her as she led them toward her office. "You owe me."
When Arizona reached the pediatric floor, Alex was already waiting for her.
She strolled up to her former protégé, and he looked up from his tablet once she was standing next to him.
"Hey, you paged me?"
"Yeah," he sighed.
She frowned. "I was in the middle of something important. Is it an emergency?"
He slid over the tablet for her to see. "You tell me."
Arizona's frown deepened as she read the numbers on the screen. "How long have they been like this?" she worried.
"They started dropping last night," Alex explained. "I've been monitoring her since two a.m., and it's not resolving on it's own. The bowel is obstructed. We need to get in there."
"Alex..." Arizona shook her head. "This will be her third surgery. I'm not sure her tiny body-"
"I know, okay?" he interrupted. "This isn't my first preemie. I know the risks, and so do her parents, but-"
"Excuse me, are you Alex Karev?"
Alex turned to face the stranger who had interrupted their conversation. "Yeah. What do you need?"
The man smiled. "I just need a moment of your time."
"Make an appointment," Alex grumped. He didn't have a moment to spare. Not with a baby's life on the line.
Arizona turned to examine the man. He had bright eyes, slicked-back hair, and was reasonably attractive and well-dressed in a suit and tie.
"If you're a pharmaceutical salesman, you aren't supposed to speak to the doctors directly," Alex amended, forcing himself to be kind. "The administrative offices are on the second floor, as is the Chief of Surgery's."
The man smiled again, but this time it was menacing. "Oh, I think you're going to want to talk to me." He pulled back the lapel of his suit jacket to reveal a holstered gun.
Alex and Arizona felt their breaths stop.
"Let's go find somewhere a little more private."
Bailey stared at Callie, her brown eyes as round as saucers.
Finally, one of her friends had made a move: Arizona had told Callie how she felt. And, finally, both women had admitted their feelings to themselves. It had been a long time coming. That Bailey knew.
"Well, what did you say?" she urged, desperate to hear more.
Callie threw her hands into the air. "Nothing!"
Bailey waited.
"I didn't say anything!" Callie regretted. "I just stared at her! And...possibly drooled a little."
"Torres, don't worry," Bailey soothed. "You can tell her how you feel tonight."
But Callie's panic was not easily assuaged. What if Arizona questioned her redamancy? What if Arizona thinks I don't feel the same?
"I need to find her," she decided, almost tripping over her own feet in her hurry. "I need to tell her I love her, too."
"Well, go!" Bailey commanded. "Tell her!"
Callie hurried out the door on a mission, leaving a smiling Bailey in her wake.
"It's about damn time."
Once they were alone in one of the darkened conference rooms in the closed-off hallway, the two surgeons stood side-by-side as the stranger tucked his Tacoma Police Department badge back into his pocket.
"I'm sorry if I scared you out there," he regretted. "This is just a delicate situation. I just need to ask you a few questions about an old case I just got a lead on."
"We don't really have time for this," Alex stonewalled. "We have a baby who needs surgery. You should talk to our Chief of Surgery. We have work to do."
As if to emphasize his point, his pager sounded, along with Arizona's.
Alex looked down. 911. "We've gotta-"
"Answer my questions, and you'll be free to go," the detective assured them.
"We can't just ignore our pages," Arizona defended. "There are lives on the line. Surely, as a police officer, you understand that."
"Let's make this quick, then." The man pulled out a photograph from his pocket, laying it down on the table. It was old and frayed at the edges, but there was no question that it was a picture of someone they both knew well: Jo Wilson.
"I'm looking for this woman."
Alex cleared his throat, lying, "I don't recognize her." If Jo was in any legal trouble, he certainly wasn't going to be the one to turn her in.
"Can you tell us why you're looking for her?" Arizona pressed.
"She's a person of interest in a fraud case," he explained. "Identity theft."
"Well, we don't know her," Alex insisted tersely, standing up. "We have surgery."
The detective squared his shoulders, taking a step forward. "You know, it's against the law to lie to a police officer. If you don't tell me where I can find her, you're going to have a problem."
In the thinly veiled threat, Arizona sensed that something about the situation was very, very wrong. "Can I see your badge again?"
The man handed over his credentials, his eyes never straying from Alex's face.
Alex wondered if the badge were real, looking to Arizona for confirmation.
"It looks legitimate," she shrugged, handing it back as she turned to the man. "I'm sorry Detective Doyle, but unless you have a warrant-"
"Doyle?" Alex spat, his heart pounding. "You're Seth Doyle?"
"That's right," Doyle growled, pulling out his gun and holding the barrel against Alex's chest. "And you're the asshole who's been screwing my wife."
Callie headed toward the nurses' station, eager to find Arizona, when Jackson stopped her—a deep wrinkle set between his brows.
"Hey," he greeted, stress evident in his tone. "Have you seen Karev or Robbins? I need a consult, and they aren't answering their pages."
Callie frowned. "Neither of them?"
He shook his head. "I paged them both three times. It really can't wait."
Callie stalked past his retreating form, approaching the nurse behind the desk. "Can you please page Dr. Robbins for me?"
Sarah looked up from her computer screen. "We just did, Dr. Torres. She didn't answer."
"Karev paged her 911 less than an hour ago. Are they in surgery?" she pressed.
The woman shook her head. "They were here about twenty-five minutes ago, but they walked off with someone I didn't recognize. I'm not sure where."
"Who?" Callie demanded.
Sarah shrugged. "A man in a dark grey suit. That's all I know."
Callie recalled the man who had approached her downstairs and followed after Arizona. "Was he a patient's father?"
The nurse bit her lip. The interrogation was making her nervous. "I don't know, Dr. Torres. I'm sorry."
"Do you know which way they went?"
"I'm not sure, but I think they went that way." The nurse pointed down a darkened hallway.
Callie looked toward the hallway, "Why are the lights out?"
"The area is closed for repainting," Sarah explained, smiling a little. "We had a couple budding artists steal a bunch of sharpies and..."
"Oh, yeah," Callie smiled, her worry fading. "Dr. Robbins mentioned that at lunch the other day."
"The chief figured it was a good time to give all the rooms a fresh look, so there won't be any patients down there all week."
Callie stiffened, suddenly on guard. "Then why would Dr. Karev and Dr. Robbins go down there?" Why would they have reason to?
Again, the nurse shrugged. "I have no idea. I didn't think to ask."
Callie made a move to investigate, but then Sarah continued, "Whatever they're doing must be important, though. It isn't like Dr. Karev to not answer a page."
She's right, Callie thought. It wasn't like either of them. "I'm going to go check it out," she informed the younger woman with a decisive tap on the counter before she began heading toward the closed-off hallway.
She suddenly stopped, overcome by the ominous look of the darkened and quiet area.
"Sarah?"
The nurse looked up.
"Call security for me. Just in case."
With their eyes locked onto the terrifying police officer standing in front of them with his gun drawn, Alex and Arizona stood frozen in fear.
"Look what you made me do!" he shouted, his gun still trained on Alex's chest, but at a distance now. "I didn't want it to come to this. All you had to do was tell me where she is. Who she is. Just give me a name."
Arizona took a step toward Alex, feeling some sort of maternal instinct to protect him. Holding up her hands, she suggested, "Detective, why don't we all just take a breath? I'm sure-"
"We didn't 'make' you do anything," Alex interrupted, suddenly seething. Mere feet away from him stood the man who had hurt and abused the woman he loved so badly that she'd had to run away and change her name. The entire room was tinged red, and he knew if he grabbed hold of that gun, he might use it.
He ducked his head toward Arizona, keeping his voice low. "He's crazy!"
Doyle smiled, and it made Arizona's hair stand on end. "You're the crazy one," he insisted. "You're the one who got mixed up with a married woman."
Alex grit his teeth together, hissing, "I told you I don't know who she is."
Doyle's grip tightened on his gun. "Do you think I'm an idiot?"
Worried for Alex's life—and her own—Arizona stuttered, "No one thinks y-you're an idiot, officer...Detective Doyle. I'm sure this is all j-just a misunderstanding."
"The only person not understanding is this asshole," he gestured at Alex. "Where is she?"
Alex was defiant. "I. Don't. Know."
"Alex…" Arizona pleaded. Of course, she understood that he was trying to protect the woman he loved, but wasn't there another way? Couldn't he just give the man a false name to give them time to get security and call the police? He was just taunting the crazed man, making him angrier and angrier.
"Fine," Doyle fumed, motioning to a couple of the chairs around the conference table. "We'll do this your way. But no one's leaving this room until I have my wife back. Sit."
Alex and Arizona sat, scared into silence.
Arizona took a deep breath and slowly released it. Today was not her day. All she had wanted was to have a good, productive workday and then tell Callie she loved her over a nice dinner—with just the two of them. She had wanted the day to be happy.
Instead, she first had blurted out her feelings in the middle of the freakin' hospital hallway—and Callie hadn't even said anything—and then found herself in the middle of a hostage situation.
She had never liked Mondays, but this was something else. She just hoped that she and Alex would live through it.
As the seconds ticked by in silence, with Arizona watching as Alex and Doyle glared at each other in some sort of lethal staring-contest, they all heard the sound of footsteps in the distance.
Oblivious to the danger, Callie walked down the darkened hallway, opening each door and peering into every empty room in search of the Peds surgeons.
"Arizona? Alex? Are you down here?" She shut another door behind her, continuing down the hallway. Where are they?
Arizona stiffened. She could recognize that voice anywhere. Callie.
She held her breath, praying the brunette wouldn't take another step. Her eyes screwed shut, her worry causing her physical pain. Come on, Callie, she pleaded to herself. Turn around. Please turn around.
She saw Doyle's head snap toward the door, and she heard Alex curse beside her. "Shit."
Please.
They listened as the footsteps came to a halt on the other side of the closed door.
Arizona wanted to scream. She wanted to tell Callie to go away. To get help. To run for her life.
But she couldn't. Not with that gun trained to the space between her and Alex, just waiting for a reason to shoot.
The door handle began to turn, and Arizona watched in horror, silently hoping that the door was locked.
It wasn't.
And as Callie swung open the door, Doyle turned to point the gun at his new target.
Callie stood in the doorway, her eyes locked on Arizona's horrified face. Doyle stood off to the side, going completely unnoticed by the concerned ortho surgeon who only had eyes for Arizona.
"Hey," she greeted. "Why haven't you been answering your pages?"
The pediatric surgeons didn't respond, though Arizona prayed that Callie could read her eyes. They were telling her: RUN.
Not picking up on the message, Callie's brows furrowed. "And why are you holding up your hands?"
Detective Doyle cleared his throat, and Callie turned toward the sound, realizing only then that there was someone else in the room. She saw the gun and froze, the color draining from her face.
Doyle sneered. "Welcome to the party."
"Oh, no. No," Callie decided, holding up a finger, "No! We're not doing this. This is…this can't be happening...again."
She whipped her head back toward her friends. "Someone please tell me what is going on."
"Callie..." Arizona exhaled. "Please..." Every cell in her body told her to shield and protect the other woman, but she knew that any move she made would just put them all at greater risk.
"No, Arizona," Callie countered. "This is stupid! We can't do this again. Not after everything we've been through."
Arizona sighed. It was hardly as if she had chosen to put herself in danger. But here she was. There they were. Face-to-face with a gunman. Again.
Doyle gestured with his gun to an empty chair at the table, hissing, "Have a seat."
Callie didn't move. Her eyes ran over him, and she realized then that she had seen him before. "You're the man from downstairs."
"This is official police business," Doyle insisted, flashing his badge again. He was lying through his teeth.
But Callie didn't know that, so she began to relax, thinking that all her fears stemmed from a mere misunderstanding.
"Now, please have a seat."
Obediently, Callie pulled out the chair beside Arizona and sat down. Their knees knocked against each other, and she melted into the touch until they sat thigh against thigh, warmth radiating. She reached out, her thumb coming up to gently trace the blonde's cheek. "Are you okay?"
Arizona's was instantly reassured by the roaming touch, and her breath shuddered out. "We're good," she promised. "We're okay, but...Callie-" Automatically, she looked toward the gunman, and Callie saw the fear in her eyes.
She forced herself to turn away from Arizona, following her gaze to the man who was still pointing a gun at the three of them.
Her eyes narrowed. "Why is your gun drawn?"
"These two are obstructing justice," Doyle explained.
"'Obstructing justice'?" That didn't seem like Arizona, or like Alex—despite how big of an asshole he could be. Either way, Callie was pretty sure that still wouldn't give him the right to draw his weapon. "How?"
"I'm conducting a criminal investigation."
"He's full of shit, Callie," Alex cautioned, voice hot as flame. "Don't listen to him."
But Doyle ignored him, instead holding up his picture for Callie to see. "Do you know this woman?"
And despite the obvious differences in age and hairstyle, Callie's expression immediately gave away that she recognized the woman in the photograph, and Doyle could see that.
"Callie, please-" Her hands still up, Arizona implored the woman she loved not to tell the man Jo's name.
"ANSWER ME!" Doyle demanded, and all three doctors flinched at the ice in his tone. It was lethal.
Thinking in silence, Callie realized that Arizona and Alex clearly had not identified Jo for a reason, so she squared her shoulders and tried her best to lie. "I don't know who that is."
She was a terrible liar and the detective saw right through her, thrusting the gun in her direction with his finger on the trigger. "I think you do know," he growled.
Callie shook her head in denial, even as her hands flew up in surrender. At her side, Arizona released an almost inaudible whimper of worry, and Alex inhaled a long breath.
Briefly, Callie looked to Alex and met his crazed, pleading eyes. She turned back to the gunman and vowed, "I don't." But even she heard the tremor in her voice.
Doyle stared at her, briefly doing some sort of silent calculation before he decided, "Wrong answer."
And suddenly, he was in their space, grabbing hold of Arizona and yanking her out of her chair while his gun remained trained on Callie and Alex. He wrapped his arm around her neck and forcefully dragged her across the room, while she struggled and scratched at him to break free. She was the daughter of a Marine, after all. She knew how to protect herself.
"If you don't tell me right now, then-"
"Hey!" Callie fought, scrambling to her feet with an innate need to protect Arizona.
Alex followed, a fraction of a second behind her. "You son of a bitch. Don't you dare-"
The gunman just stared at them, unphased by their empty threats.
Ignoring the danger, Callie moved closer, demanding, "Let go of her!"
Doyle grinned sadistically. "If you don't tell me-"
"That is the woman I love!" Callie snapped, her voice abruptly choking off with a sob. "If you even think about hurting her-"
Doyle released his hold on Arizona and stalked toward Callie, shoving the photograph of Jo back in her face. "And I love her," he countered. "That's why I'm here. And nothing's going to stop me from getting her back. Not you," he spat, then turned to point his gun at Alex. "Not that asshole there, and not your lesbian lover," he spat.
Instinctively, Callie backed away from his invasive, threatening presence. And, still, she refused to say a name. She didn't know what exactly was happening, but she knew that this man would put Jo in danger if he ever found her.
"I don't think you know what love is," he continued, taunting Callie. "When you love someone, you would do anything for them, anything to protect them. Wouldn't you?"
Callie just stared at him, stock-still.
"Answer me."
"Y-y-yes," Callie stuttered, eyes flashing to Arizona.
The detective's strong hands clenched Callie's chin, forcing her to look at only him. "So if you love her, you would do anything to protect her," he challenged, pointing his gun at Arizona behind him. "Now tell me where I can find my woman, and I'll let yours live."
Callie's face twisted with grief and regret. She was torn. "I…"
"Just tell me her name."
"I…don't…" Callie looked between him, Alex, and Arizona, not knowing what to do. "Please," she beseeched. "Don't-"
Doyle was shaking with rage, squeezing Callie's face so hard that she worried her mandible or ramus might break. "Her name," he insisted.
"Just-" Callie paused. She loved Arizona and would do anything to protect her. But she couldn't do that with the gunman gripping her face.
"Let go of me!" she cried. "Let go, and I'll tell you!"
Trusting her words, Doyle let her go.
"Grey," April began. "Have you seen Arizona? She texted me last night and said she needed to talk to me, but I can't find her anywhere."
Meredith grinned. She knew exactly what—or who—Arizona wanted to talk to April about. "I saw her about an hour ago," she offered.
Jackson, who had been walking past them, stopped when he caught sight of them. "Have either of you seen Robbins or Karev lately?"
"That's what I was just asking!" April exclaimed.
Meredith shrugged. "I saw Arizona about an hour ago. They're probably in surgery. If it's an emergency, you could probably get Bailey to-"
"What are you three gossiping about?" Bailey scolded. She had been headed to the most central conference room to meet with a major donor, but she made a detour when she saw three of her surgeons loitering in the hallway. "Don't you have places to be?"
"I'm looking for Robbins," Jackson explained, "and she won't answer her pages."
"Page Karev," Bailey suggested. She knew that if Callie had found Arizona, it would be no surprise that the two women were in an on-call room somewhere. No one could deny how drawn to one another they had always been.
And she wasn't going to begrudge them for consummating their long-overdue reconciliation. "I think Robbins might be…busy."
"I did," Jackson insisted. "He's not answering either."
Before she could answer, Bailey's pager sounded. It was...security?
"I need to go," she informed her doctors, concern shadowing her expression. "Page him again."
While Doyle awaited Callie's disclosure, Alex carefully stepped forward, silently lifting a chair and preparing to club Doyle over the head. They just needed a second. One second to distract him—to grab the gun and run for their lives. From there, everything would be okay.
"Don't mess with me," the detective growled, eyes fixed on Callie. "Name. Now."
With a gulp, Callie nodded. "Her name is...Ashley Barnes."
Doyle's lip twitched as a brief moment of triumph shone on his face.
And in that one moment of pause, Alex threw the chair at the unsuspecting detective, delivering one sharp blow and knocking him down to the ground.
"Run!" Alex cried, knowing they didn't have much time. He began to move toward the door, but Doyle recovered, grabbing his legs and tripping him. The two men began to wrestle on the floor, struggling for the upper hand, and in the chaos, the gun slid away and out of reach.
"Callie!" Arizona shrilled, beckoning her over.
"I know." Callie navigated her way around the struggling men on the floor, throwing a protective arm around Arizona's shoulder as they hurried toward the exit to go get help.
"Get out!" Alex called in a pained voice that was rising in desperation. He was strong, but Doyle was well-trained.
The detective pinned Alex's arms down with his knees and grabbed the gun, preparing to club Alex with it.
"No!" Alex panted, using all his strength to overcome the man and tackle him to the ground.
In all the commotion, they heard the sound of a gunshot.
A piercing scream ripped through the air.
And Arizona hit the ground with a thud.