A/N: I as researching the next episode of Scorpion 1x13, set t com out in January, and I decided to make a one-shot out of it. This is basically a theory that I have of what I think caused the situation. This is all based off the episode description, so it's not full of spoilers or anything. I actually planned on writing this awhile ago, but I was a little caught up in other fanfics I was writing, and I wanted to take care of those before starting another. Anyway, sorry for my rambling, and I hope you all like this. R&R, I want to know what you think. Enjoy :)
Team Scorpion, bar Cabe, was gathered upstairs at the workshop. Walter and Sylvester were doing equations with Ralph. Paige was watching them as well as Happy and Toby, who were playing a card game in the corner. Sylvester had a shocked look on his face, while Ralph and Walter were laughing. Paige thought the sight was beautiful. She loved it when Ralph and Walter were happy, mostly because it seemed to be a rare occurrence.
Downstairs, the door squeaked open, then shut loudly. Seconds later, heavy footfalls on the stairs alerted the group of someone coming. Soon Cabe came into a view, his face stoic and his posture tense. "Walter." The team's handler said over the music Toby was playing. "I need to speak with you. Alone." The mood in the room grew wary, and Toby turned his music off. Walter frowned, but set down his chalk and walked over to Cabe. The two men descended down the stairs, Cabe walking tensely to the garage. Once they got there, Walter didn't hesitate to question Cabe.
"What's the problem?" He asked. Cabe stared at him, intensity in his eyes.
"A group of CIA agents were assassinated this morning at a safe house." The man reported grimly. Walter frowned.
"I'll go get the team. We can figure out who-" Cabe cut him off.
"No." Walter stopped, looking at Cabe with a mixture of confusion and annoyance.
"Cabe. We're perfectly capable-" He began to argue, only to be cut off again.
"Its not that. " Cabe said. Walter scowled.
"What is it then?" He asked, annoyance growing. Cabe sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"The safehouse that was attacked was the one you guys were just at a few days ago." Cabe admitted. "The suspects tracked you guys there." Walter gaped.
"How! We didn't have any trackers on us! We didn't use phones or anything!" The genius raised his voice, outing himself of the verge of yelling. Cabe looked defeated, as if what he was about to say was going to crush him. Walter didn't realize it, but there were three words that were weighing down of Cabe. Those same three words would destroy Walter himself, and devastate the team.
"They tracked a computer, Walter. You guys had someone with you, who was playing games on the internet, and the suspects tracked the computer." Cabe said. Walter's mind tried to put the pieces together, and he looked at Cabe with shock, needing confirmation.
"Wha..." The genius trailed off, speechless for once in his life.
Upstairs, the rest of the team was clueless as to what was going on. Completely unknowing of the situation. Cabe took a deep breath.
"It was Ralph."
