Scorpion

Happy POV

It was a bright and warm evening and the cyclone were hidden in their garage, everyone was at their different stations. This meant Sylvester was at the chalk board going through calculations and probabilities with Ralph; Walter was following Paige, stealing glances when she wasn't looking and Toby, well Toby was watching Happy beat a bent sheet of metal till it was flat enough for her to be satisfied.

"Doc, if you keep staring at me then I promise you this metal wont be the only thing I hit with a hammer" Happy glared at him as he smirked at her.

"You know I can't help but watch you work Happy" Toby gave her a wink, he was about to open his mouth again but was interrupted by Happy's phone ringing. She glared at him as she walked past his desk, making her way round the back of the garage so she could take the call without people- Toby- listening in.

"Hello?" She placed the phone to ear and jamming her other hand into her jean front pocket.

"Hey Happy" A male voice hissed out and into her ear.

"Who is this?"

"Seriously? It's me!" He waited a couple of seconds before sighing "Adam, Adam Jenkins?"

"Adam?" Happy's armour cracked and she let herself become excited. "How are you? Where are you?" She paused "How did you get my number?"

"I'm good, I'm in LA actually, fancy catching up? and as for that last question, you sound as if you aren't happy to hear from me Happy, I'm hurt." He gave off a little chuckle which was sound she hadn't heard in a while. "But to answer your question, I got it off our old social worker, to be really honest I'm surprised it worked. I expected you to have changed it by now."

"I am glad to hear off you and..." she was cut off mid sentence as she heard Toby strolling up behind her, no doubt to try and find out who was calling her. "I gotta' go but text me when and where you want to me" they both said their goodbyes before she hug up and looked at Toby.

"So, who was that?" He followed her back into the garage, falling into step with her and she jammed her phone back into her pocket.

"None of your business Doc." She went back to her desk and within five minutes her phone buzzed, the flashing alerting her to the message she just received. It read:

Meet Bernie's Bar, 8 O'clock

She hadn't seen Adam for years, and with eidetic memory she remembers every detail of their first meeting in foster care.

It had been raining that sunday when her social worker Sharon turned up to take to another foster home, she was thirteen years old and had already been in nine different foster homes, each on was worse than the last. They never kept her with them, they were either abusive, only wanted the extra money, or on the odd occasion that they were a nice family they would soon get rid of her for catching her halfway through putting different machines back together. So it came to no surprise when Sharon turned up to the Albert's house (her most recent home) to collect her and take her to another foster home. Once they got to their desired location Sharon lead Happy up the pebbled path that weaved in-between the towering trees that gave them shelter from the sun that had driven the rain away. Sharon knocked on the stained glass pane of the front door, within seconds they were swung open a woman stood in the doorway, long wavy blonde hair and despite the weather she was wearing a summer dress that came just above the knees.

"Hello, you must be Sharon." she smiled at the woman and looked at Happy. "and you must be Happy, I must say you are very pretty" she beamed at her but Happy's armour was up and secure, even at an early age she knew that people let you down. "Not very chatty, must just be nerves." she gestured for them to follow her into the house. They were lead down corridors until they enter what Happy could only assume was the living room.

"You have a lovely home Mrs. Roberts. I'm sure Happy will settle in here quite nicely." Sharon pulled out the forms and files, "Why don't you go find the others, I'll come find you in a few minutes to say goodbye." She gave her a encouraging smile and watched Happy as she walked out into the back garden where she could hear a couple of people talking.

There were three boys, two of them looked like they were about Happy's age if not younger and one boy who looked sixteen years old, leaning against the only tree in the back yard reading a book. There was also a fourteen year old girl dressed in a short skirt and a tight white tank top and a nine year old who sat on the swings.

"Who are you?" The oldest girl had stormed up to Happy the moment she had seen her, obviously unimpressed by the small twelve year old. Happy knew from that moment that they would never be friends, and Happy was fine with that. She didn't need anyone.

"Happy, I'm Happy Quinn" She looked around and found the two youngest boys watching as the eldest looked up from his book.

"Well I'm Casey, the nine year old over there is Ally the boys in the mud are Jack and John their twins but Jack always wears something blue so you can tell them apart pretty easily. The ass hat by the tree is Adam." She pointed to each one of the kids in turn before giving Happy a cruel smile, Happy stated fiddling with the ends of her long sleeves. "As long as you stay out of my way ad don't try to steal my lime light, we'll have o problems, okay?"

"Leave the kid alone Casey, she's only just got here" Adam was standing now, leaving his spot to walk up to the others that had gathered around to survey her.

"Oh relax Adam, I'm just letting her know who's in charge." She grinned sweetly at him and he just glared back.

"Yeah and if you think that's you then your delusional," he looked at Happy, "How many homes?"

"Nine different homes since I was two." She looked straight at him and there was a weird admiration in his eyes. "what about you?"

"Four since I turned five, so you've been in the most home and at a young age too," He surveyed her for moment and noticed her playing with the end of her sleeves. He nodded at them and she looked away, when she looked back at him she saw something. Understading. "Alright then, well this is a pretty good foster home, their nice people."

"Yeah well me and most people don't get on" Happy put an edge to her tone of voice and Casey huffed.

"Not with an attitude like that" With that she walked away and into the house.

"Don't worry 'bout her, she's all talk. So you moving schools too?"

"Yep. Going to a Collin High."

"Well it's a nice enough school. Angie, you know Mrs. Roberts always drives us to school but if you need anything, even if its just someone to sit with at lunch then you can sit with me and my friends." He smiled "But just for the first day"

"Thanks" Happy rolled her eyes, "although, I'm pretty sure I can look after myself, so I wont need you looking after me."

"Hey, I don't doubt that but everyone needs a friend Happy who's not so happy."

The whole team had been working all day, Paige had left while ago with Ralph and Walter had tagged along. Sylvester was still working on his equations and Happy didn't have anything else to do and was tired of Toby watching her, asking about her phone call earlier that day. She decided to text Adam and plan to meet him now.

Want 2 meet earlier?

within seconds her phone buzzed again, she had a message from Adam.

Sure, pick u up?

She groaned and Toby's head peaked up from his books, she glanced at him and turned her attention back onto her phone.

No need.

Her phone buzzed again

tuff, txt me address

Happy did as she was told and sent him the address of the garage when her phone buzzed again it was Adam letting her know he'd only be five minutes so she grabbed her things and chucked them into her bag before grabbing her leather jacket. There was a knock on the door and just as Happy made her way to the door toby was already opening it.

"Hey I'm Adam, is Happy here?"

"Errm, yeah, come in." Toby stepped aside to allow Adam to enter "I'm Toby by the way" They shook hands as Happy watched the whole thing play out. Adam hadn't changed a bit since the last time they saw each other. He was about the same height as Toby, he still had his light blonde shaggy hair, and blue eyes which noticed her immediately.

"Happy!" He almost ran at her before squeezing her into a hug which after a brief hesitation she returned.

"Hey Adam, I can't believe you're here."

"I can't believe how much you've not changed," he chuckled. "I see you still have a thing with machines"

"You see?"

"Well, yeah" He grinned at her. "I can see machine parts behind you and he," he gestured to Toby, "doesn't look like the mechanic type, plus you have oil on your hands." Happy couldn't help but smile, Toby was in the corner watching.

"Anyway, about the last time I saw you, I just want to say"

"No, stop right there. You are not apologizing, it was my decision and I have never regretted it. I'd do it all over again if I had to." He gave her a reassuring smile and Happy actually felt happy. "anyway, you ready to go?"

"Yeah, I want to know what you've been up to" She slipped her jacket on and headed out the door. Toby watched, with one question on his mind. Who is this guy?

Toby POV

Happy and her 'friend' walked out the garage chatting and laughing, didn't even bother to say goodbye. Seriously, who was he. Him and Happy obviously have a history, he's probably the one who phoned her earlier. Maybe he'll try and talk to him when they get back. He sat at the garage for hours debating whether to stay and wait for them to get back or try and catch them in the morning, he and Happy had their own thing and it seemed to be going smoother recently and he didn't want anything to ruin that and for all he knew Adam could be an ex boyfriend who wants to get back together with Happy and by the looks of things Happy would not have a problem with that.

"Sly?" Sylvester was still at his board and Toby needed to talk to someone about it and Sylvester was literally a walking emoticon.

"What's wrong Toby?"

"Have you heard Happy ever mention someone called Adam?" It was subtle, not in the slightest but saying that he was never subtle when it came to Happy.

"No, she hasn't, maybe you'd be better off asking Walter. I mean if you don't know then Walter might."

"Yeah, maybe." Toby shrugged it off and grabbed his headphones to listen to their own Scorpion Theme song. Another hour or so had passed and he never noticed Sly leaving. Happy was the only thing on his mind. Well actually that wasn't true, this Adam person was on his mind now too.

Admittedly he could be jealous, especially seeing as this Adam has only been here for five minutes and he's had more of an effect than Toby ever has, her armour seems to just melt away around him and Toby wants to know more about him. How does he know Happy. Were they just friends or are they ex-partners. Toby hates the fact he doesn't know more. As soon as they get back he's talking to this Adam.

Happy POV

They went to nearest bar, it was loud and crowded and total dive but it reminded them of the bar they used to go to. They ordered drinks as soon as they got near the bar and just as they were walking away she grabbed a bowl of peanuts and took them to their claimed table. They chatted about their shared foster home and what they have been up to since, it was only when they got halfway through their first drink Adam started asking about Toby.

"So who is he?" He was watching her, waiting for a slight reaction.

"Who?" She avoided Adam's gaze, she knew exactly who he was on about and what he was trying to get at.

"The guy that was at the garage with you?" He smirked at her squirming.

"Oh, its Toby, just someone I work with." She said it rather quickly which gained a chuckle.

"Just someone you work with then, that's all?" Adams smirk grew wider at Happy's cherry red cheeks.

"Well," she paused and took a breath, "I don't know, sometimes I think he really likes me and then other times he's just being a wise-ass."

"Okay, but what about you? Do you like him?"

"What!? No!"
"Happy?" He stared at her until she gave in.

"I don't want to, its just all my life everyone has let me down apart from you, and now I have scorpion which toby is apart of so what if we did try and things get messed up, it'll damage the team" She paused as the waitress came over to collect their empty glasses and disappeared again through the crowd of people while the music blared from the stage. "Scorpion is the only family I have been able to keep hold of, if I lose them where am I going to go."

"Happy you need to do things that make you happy, they aren't always logical and their almost always risky but worth it." He gave her a smile, "and anyway you've hurt my feelings now," he placed his hand over his heart and pretended to be upset. "I thought I was classed as family. She smacked his hand away and laughed. He stood up calling the waitress "Hey, can I get a couple of shots over her for me and sister." As he sat back down he winked at her and laughed.

Toby POV

It was almost midnight when Adam and Happy came back to the garage, both were visibly intoxicated. Happy was stumbling around the place, she almost fell over but Toby caught her just in time, she gazed up at him a wide smile spreading across her face as she giggled.

"Hey Toby!" Happy practically yelled it at him.

"Hey Happy." He couldn't help but smile at her.

"Shhh, don't shout Tobias, it is very late." She almost couldn't finish her sentence through laughing so much, he smiled down at her, beaming. He pulled her up making sure she was steady on her feet, he felt Adam watching him and he cleared his throat but couldn't help the fact that his smile was securely in place. Happy only had to look at him for his day to become instantly better, so catching her when she fell and not being pushed away felt damn good even if she was drunk.

"Hey Happ, why don't you get some sleep." Adam was being Happy's voice of reason so he was probably more sober than she was at the minute. She batted his hand away as he tried to herd her to the sofa. "Happy, don't make me carry you." He said it warningly but with slight amusement in his voice. Happy eventually gave in and collapsed on the sofa, Toby was about to walk over and cover her with the blanket but Adam was already there. He needed to know how Adam knew Happy, he needed to know that they weren't together. He wanted Happy to be happy but he wanted her to be happy with him not with this Adam. He had to do something.

"Hey Adam is it?" he got a nod in response. "Can I talk to you?"

"If it's about Happy then I want to talk to you too." There was a warning tone in his voice and he stood straighter than Toby had seen him earlier that day. Toby was a behaviourist, maybe one of the best and in that moment he knew that Adam wasn't an ex but he was extremely protective over happy. In Toby's mind that makes two of them. Adam stood there waiting for Toby to respond.

"Yeah it's about Happy." Toby took of his fedora and fiddled with the edges they were both on either side of the sofa standing over Happy who was sleeping peacefully.

"Well then, what you waiting for?" He watched Toby. "Talk"