Hey beautifuls!
So I'm going to do a Q & A chapter.
Comment your questions!
You can ask me any question you'd like, you can also ask Mark, Calliope, Richard, Detective Devin, Teddy, Sofia, Penny, Arizona, or Whitney a question and they'll also answer some questions!
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Becs
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Calliope
I unlatch the door and step outside, closing and latching the door behind me, walking toward the Chevy.
I open the back door to lay Arizona down in, but she refused to get out of my arms, so I closed the door, and we sat in the passenger's seat, me holding her tightly.
She smelled awful. She smelled of salt, fish, blood, tears, sweat, and vomit.
But I still held her close to my chest, sure that she can hear my heartbeat because I read somewhere that hearing a heartbeat calmed you down.
I stroked her cheek softly with my thumb, wiping away her silent tears.
While we drove, Detective Devin speaks. "Hello." He says softly. "I am Detective Devin. I was assigned to your case thirteen months ago. Can you tell me your name?"
Very soft, scratchy and vulnerable, Arizona responds. "Arizona Brooke Torres Robbins."
He nods. "Good. Now, can you tell me your birthday?"
"March 20."
"Good job, you're doing great. Can you tell me how old you are?"
"32."
"Alright, nice. Do you have any significant other?"
"I have a girlfriend. Or wife. We're both. She's my best friend too."
"What's her name?"
"Calliope Iphegina Robbins Torres. She's 33. She's Latina. She speaks fluent Spanish and English. Her mom is full Spanish, her dad is Spanish and Irish-American. She has a sister named Aria. Her parents are homophobic, but her dad loves her, even though he hates her with me. She used to be dating Penny Blake. Penny Blake and Whitney Blake are the names of the twin sisters that captured me. My two best friends are Mark Sloan and Richard Webber. I have a daughter, Sofia. She's six. I am also good friends with Teddy Altman. My father is a colonel for the army, and my brother Timothy died in war. Anything else you'd like to know, Detective?"
He chuckles. "I think you got it all, Miss Robbins. One more question."
She grunts, her eyes closing as she lays her forehead on my neck skin.
"You are a surgeon. Diagnose yourself."
"Broken shin. Cracked arm. Three broken ribs. My skin is torn up. I used to be beautiful, sir. Everything is different. Everything is wrong. Everything is broken."
She begins crying, wrapping her arms around herself. "IT HURTS!" She screams at the top of her lungs.
This happens in a lot of kidnapping cases. They pretend like nothing is wrong because they don't trust you, but once they know you wouldn't hurt them, they let the pain out.
"It's okay. It's okay, honey." I whisper. "I've got you."
