Disclaimer: I don't own Scorpion or the characters.

Paige got to her apartment, tired from the day she just had. It wasn't tiring as in running all day because of a case. It was tiring because it was all day sitting on her desk doing paperwork All. Day. Long.

She missed Scorpion because it wasn't always like that, they would have other things to do and more cases. In Team Centipede, they usually sat back in their chairs doing some new invention. Paige didn't know what they were doing even after they explained it. Walter usually knew how to describe his experiments better, translate from science-y language to English. The other geniuses not so much.

And as her mind drifted off to Walter, she opened her eyes. She had laid on the couch due to her tired legs not being able to support her weight any longer. But as she thought of Walter again, she saw the newspaper. She looked for the TV remote, and ended up finding it next to the TV – too far for her to reach. She would have to get up to get it. Deciding not to, she took the newspaper.

She read everything without really thinking about it, her mind drifting off to better places. Or to Walter. She no longer knew if that was a good thought or not, but her mind kept thinking of him.

As she kept wondering if she had the energy required to take the walk to her bedroom or if she should just fall asleep there, something caught her eyes.

Suddenly, all the tiredness and exhaustion of the day disappeared. She couldn't believe what she was reading. Her mouth was a little open, from surprise. Her eyes suddenly started to tear up. She couldn't take the newspaper from her hands, she couldn't put it down. Her arms weren't cooperating with her, and her eyes weren't seeing right due to the amount of tears.

On the newspaper was a photo of Walter, taken a few years ago on the first Christmas that she had with the team. She could still see him with his green sweater, the one she gave him. It's silly. You need a little silly in your life. She remembers saying. At that moment, four years ago, there was a smile on her face, one full of hope and love. But at the present, there was no sign of a smile, or hope and love on Paige's face. Only tears, hopelessness and sorrow.

She took her phone out of her pocket, turned it on and searched for Cabe's number. She stared at it for a couple of seconds, thinking of the last time they had spoken. She called, but there was no answer. She hanged up, deciding to call Toby. Then it hit her. He and Happy had a late appointment with a social worker to see if they could adopt a child. There wasn't any other options left for her. She couldn't call Sly, she knew he would be a mess. They were both hurt with each other.

She tried Cabe's cell again, hoping that this time he would answer. After the third try, he answered.

"Gallo." He answered. He didn't seem okay with himself, maybe it was because of what happened a few weeks ago, or it was because of what she just read. His voice was broken and Paige felt like he was going to break down at any moment.

"Hey, Cabe. It's Paige." She tried to answer without crying, but it was hard. "Can we meet?"

Cabe thought of his options, but he knew the old waitress needed to talk.

"Sure. Kovelski's?"

"Yeah."

When they hanged up Paige grabbed her jacket, suddenly becoming less tired and more alert. As she closes her apartment door, she kept thinking of what she just read.

Walter O'Brien, 35.
Died this Monday, with a gunshot wound to his head. Family his heartbroken with what happened.
Loving friend, son and a genius. Saved a lot of lives over his few years of life.
He'll be missed.

End of Chapter 1

There will probably be only one or two more chapters.

I hope this story is good, and at least a little better than I think it is. Always better in our head, huh?