This fic is going to be three or four chapters (depending on how I break it up) and I expect to have the entire thing posted over about a week or so. I'm still working on editing through Serendipity, so look for an update soon on that one, but I'd been outlining this one since May and I figured it was time to stop putting it off.

They usually chatted on the way to work, but even though excitement was the predominant emotion in the air, both Happy and Toby were fairly silent as they navigated L.A.'s busy streets. She supposed they were still processing.

"We'll have to get a blood test to be sure," Happy said, breaking the silence. "You're a doctor, you know this isn't a guarantee. These things are wrong all the time."

"Sylvester would tell you they aren't wrong as often as implied by that frequently said statement," Toby said. "Statistically, you're pregnant. We're pregnant. With a little Quinn – Curtis."

"Quinn – Curtis," Happy said to herself.

"That's a pretty B.A. name, you know," Toby said, "but if you're hyphenating when we get married, we probably shouldn't name him Quinn Quinn – Curtis."

"Hey," Happy said, feigning offense, "am I hyphenating, or are we both hyphenating."

"Both, both," he said, smiling. "Toby Quinn – Curtis and Happy Quinn – Curtis. Those names have beautiful rings to it, just like the beautiful ring on that finger of yours."

Beautiful wasn't the word Happy would use. Something could be perfect and not be beautiful. If the ring was beautiful, Happy probably wouldn't have liked it.

Not that she really ever said the word perfect out loud, but it was still true. She looked down at the ring, running the pointer finger of her other hand over it.

"Look, promise me you won't say anything to them?" Happy gestured forward as the car pulled into the garage parking lot.

He reached over and squeezed her hands. "Of course not. Even if we were sure, we don't have to tell people right away. It's actually not a good idea to tell people right away." He smiled. "Plus, I kinda want our baby to be ours for a little while."

Happy nodded in agreement, giving Toby a tiny smile. Most of her completely agreed with her boyfriend – well, fiancé, but she didn't like that word; it seemed too old fashioned, almost silly – but a tiny part of her wanted to talk about it. At least to Paige.

Happy normally didn't like discussing personal matters with anyone. But a part of her was scared. Scared of being a parent in general, scared of not doing a good job raising a child that could potentially not be like her. But Paige. Paige had raised Ralph, and for seven years, she'd done it alone. If she could do that, Happy and Toby could surely manage together.

They survived drownings and nuclear weapons and machine guns and dangerous chemicals; they could certainly navigate parenthood. Even if the child was nothing like them.

She jumped at a pinging sound as Toby put the car in park. "Oops," he said. "We need gas. Ah well. If we have to go anywhere today, we can take the company car."

"Go get gas," Happy said as she unbuckled her seatbelt. "Walter was quite detailed in what he'd do to you if you called his car the company car again and if you're going to raise a kid with me I need you conscious."

Toby chuckled, looking at her affectionately. "Alright. See you inside in about a half hour."

"Kay." She leaned over, kissed him, and exited the car.

No one looked at her differently upon entering the garage – Paige smiled in her direction, Sly waved from his blackboard, and Walter didn't move a muscle. Happy knew it was illogical, but she felt like with every step she took, someone was going to gasp, point, and shout you're pregnant! Maybe the reason no one was was the test was actually wrong?

Happy shook her head. She was thinking completely illogically.

Crossing over to her workstation, she was satisfied in noticing that nothing had been touched overnight. She was about to settle in when her eyes fell on Walter, and she rolled her eyes, stood up again, and walked over to his desk.

"So you still haven't talked to her."

"Hmm. What?" His head jerked around to face her, looking completely confused.

"Walter. I swear to God."

"What?" He said again, as if he had no idea what she was talking about.

"Walter, you keep staring at her."

"No," Walter said. "I'm deep in thought. My eyes have to be pointed somewhere, it doesn't mean I'm actually focused on what's in their line of sight."

"Their line of sight is always Paige," Happy said.

"Well the position of our desks naturally increases the odds of her falling into my line of vision if..." He trailed off when Happy grunted and shifted her weight. "I can't. I'm not good for her."

"How on earth do you know that?"

"Because."

He sounded like a child. Happy shook her head. "Walter, I know by this point you're used to your head being in your ass, but it's actually not supposed to be there."

He grunted.

"Just talk to her. Remember how nice it was back when you guys first admitted to your feelings? You were on the same page. Communication was open. Then somewhere down the line it shut down and you both have been tense and agitated. Just open that communication again."

"I can't." Walter bit his lip, looking up at Happy. "Last time she did it first. How do I know how she feels now? Mine..." he took in a shaky breath. "Mine have gotten stronger. What if hers went away?"

"If she didn't have feelings for you anymore you guys wouldn't be acting like you both are." Happy glanced toward Paige's desk as her cell phone rang. "Neither of you are happy right now. Just walk up, say you need to talk to her, and tell her how you feel. And even if for some reason she doesn't reciprocate, at least you'll know. Hiding from it just means you're okay with living in denial. We're geniuses. We don't deal in fantasy. We like what's real."

"When it comes to her..."

Walter trailed off. Happy knew what he was thinking. Of course he didn't behave like Walter the Genius when it came to Paige. Love was illogical, and they all knew it.

"Walter. Talk to her."

There was a long silence. Then Walter sighed. "When she's off the phone."

"I've heard that before."

Walter glared at her.

"Okay, but I'm warning you," Happy said in a low voice. "If you back off again I'm going to stand up, and in a very loud voice I'm going to ask you if you're sure you didn't have anything else to tell her."

"Don't."

"Then do."

They both looked toward Paige's desk. Her back was to them, hunched over, a hand over the ear that didn't have the phone. Happy couldn't make out what she was saying, but she could catch the overall tone of Paige's voice, and it alarmed her.

She glanced at Walter. He'd heard it too. "Something's wrong."

She nodded. "I think so."

"Hey team!" Cabe marched into the garage.

"Do we have a case?" Sylvester asked. "I'm still working on my..."

"No case," Cabe said. "I'm waiting to hear back from Homeland, though. They may want you kids to come in and give some sort of training course to the..." he trailed off when he noticed Happy and Walter. "Something the..."

They motioned with their heads toward Paige, who had just hung up the phone and stood up, looking startled to now have four people staring at her. Her face, while it didn't tell the whole story, confirmed Happy's suspicions. Something was very wrong.

"I..." She paused for a brief second to take a breath. "Ralph's been rushed to the hospital from college. He has a strangulated hernia." Her voice cracked. "And he's being put into emergency surgery. I...I have to go."

"I'll drive you," Cabe said quickly. "Sly, Walter, Happy, follow in someone's car." He put his hand on Paige's back as the two rushed out of the garage.

"Take Sly," Happy said. "Toby has gone to get gas. I'll ride with him when he gets back."