Walter felt himself shaking as Paige walked out, saying her final goodbye to the team. He didn't need Cabe. He didn't need Paige. He needed release. He needed risk. He needed-

He reached for his keys but Toby was faster.

"Toby give me the keys" he said with a quiet rage. His head moved and face scrunched with a nervous tick he only got when he couldn't handle his emotions. The rest of the team watched the exchange. Happy was tense, ready to jump in if needed.

"Walter, as your friend, I can't let you go." He was calm with his hands, and the keys, behind his back. It was a trained calm, one only learned though his years on the street and at the poker table. There was almost no reason to be nervous. He was nearly sure his friend wouldn't hurt him. Like they all had agreed nearly a year ago, Walter wasn't a physical person. Though he wasn't so sure about the box full of Cabe's things.

"T-toby just, just give me, the keys." Walter's voice was rising, and shaking.

"No Walter."

"Toby give me the KEYS!" he shouted, banging his fist on the table beside him. The intake of breath from everyone was audible and Sylvester jumped. Walter turned, facing no one and taking a deep shaking breath. His whole body was, less trembling and more like twitching, like he was so overloaded with emotion he was short circuiting.

"Walter," Toby said slowly, as to not disturb the beast, "you are too emotional to drive in this state. You'll get yourself killed."

"I am not emotional. I don't have emotions."

"Good. Then there is no reason to go driving at this time of night," Toby stated, trying to use logic to talk him out of it.

There was a pause as Walter stared at his hands, which were supporting him against the table. Suddenly he stood up straight, and shoved the box off the table before efficiently going up the stairs to the loft. The team exchanged glances and let out a breath. They wouldn't see Walter for awhile after that.

A/N: This kinda just came to me after obsessing over this show the past couple of days and having no outlet for it. I kinda wanna continue it, but I don't really have a direction, and this is the first thing I've written in months. Not to mention the first thing I've posted here in YEARS. (seriously don't even look at those two other stories. Gross ew cringe) I definitely want some constructive criticism, and any ideas that anyone has. I want to make this Waigey, but getting them back on talking terms is going to be hard without the mortal danger the actual episode provided. Thanks for reading! -Abby