Note: In this we have an established Quintis. The first few chapters are pretty fluffy and filled with information to set up the story, but I promise, in a couple chapters we start getting all the angst. So take the fluff while you have it, because I promise you, it will go away for awhile. I tried to envision what I thought Happy and Toby would be like after being in a relationship for awhile and this is what I've come up with. If it's too OOC, please let me know so I can try to change it for you. I hope you enjoy reading it and I appreciate feedback and ideas! I'll try to update twice a week.

Chapter 1: Uneasy Feelings

Happy grumbles as she reaches up to grab the coffee. She's too short and can't reach it. Giving a little jump, her fingers brush it, but no dice. It's just too far up. She hears a chuckle behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she sees Toby leaning up against the door jamb, shirtless, in a pair of grey sweatpants.

"Need some help, babe?" he asks as his eyes rake over her.

She's standing there in just his too big for her Harvard t-shirt that falls to mid thigh. She huffs, "Yes, you're too damn tall and I can't reach it."

"You know you can rearrange what ever you want."

"But it's your stuff."

"I don't mind, you're already here most of the time anyway. I want you to do it."

Toby walks over to her and wraps one arm around her waist, kissing her neck as he reaches up with the other to grab the coffee.

"Here you go, m'lady. Just put it back wherever you want."

"Thanks," she mumbles, "I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's ok. When I noticed you weren't in bed, I came to find you. I don't like sleeping alone anymore. Why are you up this early? It's not even 5 in the morning yet."

Happy avoided his all seeing eyes, "I - I couldn't sleep, so I thought I would get an early start to the day."

"Ah..."

"Don't shrink me, Doc. I'm not in the mood."

"I swear, I'm not. I am just being a concerned boyfriend. Does this have anything to do with yesterday?"

Happy takes a deep, shuddering breath, "Yesterday was intense. I just keep replaying it in my mind and can't turn it off to sleep. I thought I lost you," she paused for a moment, then added, "again."

Happy turned in his arms and laid her head on his chest, right over his heart. Toby knows what she's doing. She's been doing it a lot lately. It's her way to reassure herself that he is alive, that his heart is beating. Toby tightened his grip around her and kissed the top of her head.

"But you didn't, I'm still here and making everyone's life a bit more interesting."

Toby felt Happy shiver. He knew she was thinking about yesterday when he was taken. It all happened so quickly that it was still a bit hazy.

Paige was in his ear telling him to back off the deal they were trying to make to catch the drug dealer. But, of course, Toby thought he knew better, so he pushed, playing on the man's emotions about his family. What Toby wasn't told, and surprisingly failed to notice in the demeanor of the man, was that his wife had just died and that his daughter was not talking to him, since she blamed him for her mother's death. One minute Toby was making a wise crack, the next he was hit in the head and fell to the ground, dizzy but not unconscious. Happy was yelling in his ear as he was being dragged to the boat nearby.

Toby wasn't sure how long they were out to sea, but eventually Walter and Sly were able to hack the main computer system of the boat and turn off the automatic cooling system. This caused the boat to overheat and stop working in the middle of the ocean. His team was able to rescue him, but not before the man took some of his anger out on Toby. Thankfully Toby escaped with only a few bruises to his sides and some stitches on the back of his head. He had had much worse before at the hands of bookies. Toby for sure thought he was going to get it from Happy. But she was surprisingly quiet, almost too quiet (even for her).

When they got back to the garage she took his hand, leading him to the couch where she forced him to sit while she got the first aid kit. She pulled off his shirt and examined the bruising. Toby didn't dare make any jokes to try to lighten the mood. With his help, she determined there was no internal bleeding. She wanted to take him to the hospital for his head, but he refused, saying that she was more than capable of putting a few stitches in. So she did, all while saying only what was necessary for the medical treatment, even when he tried to talk to her about what happened. Once she was done, she grabbed his hand, said goodbye to the team, and walked them out to her truck to drive them home.

Much to Toby's relief, they finally got home. But to his chagrin, they walked through the door to his apartment and Happy still hadn't said a word. It was driving Toby crazy. She started to walk away, but Toby grabbed her hand, forcing her to stop and turn around.

"Happy, talk to me."

An anger came across Happy's face, "I don't think you want that, Doc," she seethed.

"Please, baby, I know you were scared."

"Hell right, I was scared, but not now. Now, I'm furious." She started walking toward him and pushed his chest, "You should have listened to the team, instead of making it all about you, Toby. You don't need to prove yourself to the team. Because of your stupidity, we almost lost you. I almost lost you!" By this time, Happy's voice had raised considerably loud and a tear had slipped out.

"Happy, I'm so sorry." Toby reached out to wipe away the tear, but his hand was smacked away.

"You don't get to do that Toby, not you. You are too important to me to make those stupid mistakes. Why the hell would you do that?"

Before either of them could process what was really going on, a loud crack sounded through the apartment. Happy had slapped Toby. They both wore the same shocked expression, but before he could ask her what that was for, Happy pulled Toby's head down and kissed him passionately, forcing his lips open with her tongue, biting at his bottom lip. She pulled away slightly and Toby automatically moved his lips to the underside of her jaw, slowly moving down her neck until he reached the sweet spot between her neck and shoulder. She gasped and pulled at his hair until he looked up at her.

"I'm so sorry, Doc. I don't know what got into me. I was just so scared."

Toby didn't say anything, he just looked into her eyes lovingly, silently telling her he was sorry before he attacked her lips again. Happy felt herself being pushed back until she hit the wall. Toby's hands were everywhere, in her hair, under her shirt, cupping her neck. Happy gave as much as she took. If her lips weren't on his, they were on some other part of his skin. Her hands found their way to the bottom of his shirt, which was quickly pulled off and tossed on the floor. The second it was off, Happy jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist as his strong hands grabbed under her thighs. He turned and carried her to the bedroom where they continued this game of dominance. They fought for control, all while showing their love for one another in the best way they could. Their night was full of aggression and anger, hard and fast, using each other to forget the day that had happened, to forget how scared they really were. Exhaustion eventually caught up to them though. Worn out from the day and what they had just experienced together, they fell asleep knowing just how much they meant to one another.

"Hey," Toby said, tipping up Happy's chin so he could look at her in the eyes, "I'm here and I'm alright. I'm so sorry about what I put you through. I should have noticed the signs, but I was too cocky, thinking I could get the guy. It wasn't fair to you."

Quietly, Happy responded, "Damn right it wasn't fair. But I shouldn't have treated you like that afterwards. I probably would've done the same thing as you. A hazard of the job, I guess." She shrugged, "I just don't like not being in control. I had no way to help you and that scared me. I don't know what I would do if I lost you."

"First off, you're not allowed to put yourself in danger. I won't allow it."

Happy smirked and rolled her eyes, "Like you can stop it, Doc."

Toby shrugged, "I'll try. Secondly, you acted completely normal after, especially since you've lost so much in your life. I don't blame you one bit. And third, you're not going to lose me. I promise, no more unnecessary chances. I'm going to be around to annoy you for a long time." Toby pulled her closer to him, kissing her gently. "Also, last night was amazing," he murmured against her lips.

Happy smiled in agreement before Toby kissed her again, softly and slowly. He felt Happy tremble. Picking her up in his arms, he carried her to the bedroom, never once letting his lips leave hers as he gently kissed her again and again. He set her down on the bed and broke the kiss. They locked eyes and all Happy saw in his was adoration. She slowly lifted her shirt, tossing it to the side. Toby leaned in to kiss her again as he crawled onto the bed. Running his hands up her sides lazily, goosebumps rose on Happy's skin. He tangled his hands in her hair as he carefully laid them back. Happy shivered and deepened the kiss, needing to show him how she felt. Her eyelids fluttered shut as he moved his lips to her neck, dragging them across her soft skin to the spot under her ear. She moaned quietly, sliding her hands down his chest to waist, pushing off his sweatpants. He placed a soft kiss on her cheek before pulling back and resting his forehead against hers.

"I love you, Happy Quinn," he whispered.

Happy shyly smiled, still in disbelief when he said it, although he said it all the time. "I love you too, Toby," she responded quietly.

Toby moved his lips back to hers, kissing her deeply, sliding his tongue in to meet hers and claiming every inch of her mouth. Entering her slowly, Happy let out a moan as Toby breathlessly said her name. They locked eyes and began moving. This time was different from before. It was slow, sweet, and comforting, just what they needed. A gradual buildup, before they both exploded. Even after, as they were laying there tangled together, the touching and the caressing didn't stop. Gentle, lazy kisses were placed everywhere, lips, forehead, jaw, chest - anywhere there was exposed skin. Eventually, as the sun was rising, sleep overtook them, with Happy tucked into Toby's side, and his arms wrapped around her, pulling her impossibly close. This was where they both felt safe and loved. This was where they never wanted to leave.

They were awoken a few hours later to the pinging of an incoming text on Happy's phone. Toby groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes. Happy rolled away from him to check her phone. Suddenly she shot out of bed.

"Shit, I'm late!"

Toby peeked out from under his arm, "What the hell are you talking about?"

Happy rolled her eyes as she ran around the bed to the dresser to grab clothes. "It's Thursday, idiot. Every Thursday a man drops off a truckload of stuff to the junkyard. Jimmy sets it aside for me to go through first."

Toby, sleep still clouding his head, "What?"

Happy huffed. Standing next to the bed, she put her hands on her hips, clothes in her hand, "I've been doing this for almost two months now, Toby. You know this."

Toby smirked as his hand shot out, grabbing Happy's wrist, pulling her back onto the bed. She let out a small giggle as she fell.

"Yeah, I know. I just really wanted to check you out naked again before you got dressed."

Happy rolled her eyes again as Toby pulled her head down to his, capturing her lips in a hot, passionate kiss. Toby slid his hands up her arms and around to her back to pin her to him, but she pulled back. She placed a quick kiss to his lips and stood up.

"As much as I want to continue this, I can't. I have to go. Plus I have to stop by my place to get my truck."

Toby gave her a pout, "Just take my car. That would give us ten minutes." He waggled his eyebrows.

Happy felt herself start to lean back down. Before she allowed herself to rejoin him in bed though, she shook her head, took a step back, and started putting her clothes on, "Stop making this so hard. I can't take your car or my motorcycle. I wouldn't be able to bring anything back."

Toby sighed, pulling himself up to a sitting position, "You know, there is an easy solution to all of this."

Happy stopped pulling on her clothes, "And what's that?"

Toby took a deep breath, hesitating before he spoke. "Well, you're already here most of the time. So maybe you should just-"

He was interrupted by the ringing of Happy's phone. She flashed him an apologetic smile as she answered.

"Yeah?...I'm running late...No, don't do anything, I'll be there in 15...Yeah, I'll see you then."

She put the phone back down, running into the bathroom to finish getting ready. She popped her head out the door, toothbrush in her mouth.

"You were saying?" she mumbled before heading back in to spit.

Toby sighed, running his hand over his face, "Ah, never mind. Now's not the time. You're in a rush. We can talk later."

Happy walked out of the bathroom, throwing her hair into a messy ponytail. She grabbed her bag and phone before going over to Toby.

"Ok, sounds good," she says distractedly. Leaning down she gives him a quick kiss, "I'll see you at the garage later. I have to go. She's waiting."

Happy turns to rush out the door, but Toby grabs her wrist. Turning around, Happy is met with a questioning look.

"She?" Toby asks.

Happy widens her eyes, "Did I say she? I didn't mean that. I-I meant he. I have to go. "

She pulls her arm out of Toby's grasp and rushes out of the room. Over her shoulder she calls back, "Love you!"

A few seconds later, Toby hears the front door slam shut. He sits there, puzzled by Happy's reaction. He can't dwell on it for long though because his phone starts ringing. Walter is calling and needs him at the garage - something about needing his help with a personal issue. Toby doesn't really pay attention to what Walter is saying. He'll find out soon enough. As he gets ready to leave, his mind drifts back to what Happy said. Once he has it in his head, he can't seem to focus on anything else. Why would she act so strange if it was just a slip up? Grabbing his keys, he heads out to the car. He's come to the conclusion that Happy has to be hiding something from him, but he doesn't know what. He should, and wants to, talk to her about it, but he knows that might not turn out well. Happy still has issues talking to him sometimes. He pulls out on the road. Swallowing hard, Toby can't help but feel that something is going on. He can't set aside the nerves that have built up in him. He can't help but think that something bad is going to happen, he's just not sure what.