Cabe's P.O.V.

Cabe was on his way back from picking up bagels for the team when he got the call. It seemed the group of geniuses never got a break. One night they were caught in a forest fire, barely escaping with their lives, and the next morning they'd been accused of theft. "Agent Cabe Gallow speaking," he said as he picked up the phone.

"This is Agent Smith of the CIA, you are the government handler of the hired contractors Scorpion, correct," asked the deep voice on the end of the phone. The two talked a few minutes more until Cabe had reached the garage. He'd informed Agent Smith that all missions that needed to be discussed with team before they could agree, and that he would report back with the decision.

Walter's P.O.V.

Walter watched carefully as Paige climbed up the step ladder to take down the festive Christmas decorations. She'd spent so much time and effort decorating the garage; he felt certain if he had emotions he'd feel a little sad to see them taken down.

The big Christmas tree in the middle of the room was one of the last remaining reminders of the holiday season. Unfortunately she wasn't quite tall enough to reach the angel on top of the plastic tree. It was rather entertaining watching her jump up from the top of the ladder, trying to pull it off before packing the tree up for next year. She turned around towards him and Walter attempted to switch his attention back to his work before she noticed him staring.

"Walter," she called sweetly? The best he could do was let out a small grunt, attempting to keep up his cover of being busy at work. He looked up slowly and noticed Toby giving him the look, shaking his head he turned back to Paige. "Do you think you can reach the angel on top of the tree for me please, the ladder's not tall enough?"

"U-uh sure," his reply was shaky but he covered it quickly with long strides up to the tree. He made a note to get a taller step ladder as he plucked the ornament off the top with ease. Reaching out to take it from him, their fingers touched ever so slightly. Walter could of sworn he heard Paige gasp as she looked up to meet his dark eyes, he suddenly felt overcome by warmth and his hard began to beat faster then usual. 110 beats per minute he counted; what was going on? Usually the count was between 80-90 beats per minute...

Paige's P.O.V.

In complete honesty, she could of reached the topper if she'd tried a little harder. She knew that and apparently so did Happy based upon the cheeky grin she'd given Paige as she'd called Walter for help. She always loved finding a way to distract Walter from his work, it wasn't always easy so this was definitely a victory for her.

As she'd extended her delicate fingers to reclaim the angel, she felt their fingers connect. This had also been slightly intentional. She smiled, he looked so shocked, but at the same time, she understood that they were both experiencing the same warmth and tingling.

Before anything else could happen, Cabe rushed in through the front door, making a beeline for the main computer. "We have a case," he cried, "and it's a big one, so listen closely!"