WriterFreak001:

I AM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY! I did not expect it would take this long to write this chapter! Work kept getting in the way, and then I would change parts of the chapter because I wasn't satisfied with them. BUT HERE IS THE FINAL VERSION! I await judgement as you read it.

WARNING:

This story will handle sensitive material involving sex trafficking. There will be some angst during the actual case itself, but for the most part, the events leading up to the assignment will be somewhat humorous. This story will be mainly Paige's point of view, and if you find anything inaccurate with what I am writing in this story, PLEASE tell me.

You are under no obligation to read this story at all, and I won't be upset if you stop, but please no flames. If something upsets you, contact me via PM and let me know so I can fix whatever inaccuracies I may accidentally include.

Title | Model Behavior

Fandom | Scorpion (CBS)

Description | "As much as I don't like this… as much as I don't want to do this, it's something I have to do." This self-discovery fic is mostly focused on Paige as she encounters what could be her biggest trial yet as a member of Scorpion. She will be challenged in unexpected ways and may have to depend on her own strength to save not only her life, but also her freedom as she tries to save others in the process.

Rating| This fanfiction will be rated T.

POV | Limited Third Person

Disclaimer | While CBS owns Scorpion, I am the owner of this masterpiece.

Claimer | I am human; there are bound to be mistakes. If you feel like something should be changed, you have the power to send me a review/private message. I can't guarantee if I'll change it every time, but I do read all of my reviews and all of my private messages!

Model Behavior

Written by WriterFreak001

Chapter 2:

Confidence

~ SCORPION ~

"I applaud you for your bravery and your conviction, Paige, but," Walter eventually spoke as he quickly glanced over at the woman sitting next to him in the car and gave her a knowing smile before he returned his attention to the road, "like I said earlier, you don't have to do this."

"Walter," Paige casually placed her hand on top of his and squeezed his palm, "I already told you… It's something I have to do… not for myself, but for my son and for those women. As much as I don't want to do it… I need to. I have to…. Have faith in me, okay?"

"Oh, I have abundant faith in you, Paige," Walter replied without taking his eyes away from the road. "But this is…"

"Crazy?" Paige lightly smiled, and he nodded in agreement.

"Yeah. Crazy."

"You're right, Walter." Paige pushed her hair back and glanced out the side window. "It is crazy. Mega crazy. But what can I do? The CIA is counting on me to aid in their mission, and if I don't, they could very well follow through with their threat towards Scorpion. I can't have that and these women's lives on my conscience."

"I know I can't persuade you once your mind is made, but…," Walter slowed the car to a stop and turned on its right blinker before looking at her sympathetically, "I'm not letting you go in alone."

"I have to, Walter." Paige squeezed his hand. "You and everyone else are not to involve yourselves until the after party. Your dossiers strictly say not to arrive until the competition is over."

"I don't care," Walter said as he applied pressure to the accelerator and turned right. "I'll find a way to persuade Agent Carver to let me assist you. I know I can't… model on stage with you, but you need some sort of backup. I could be your manager or something…. I, uh," he paused as he pulled into a spot at the parking garage of the mall and then angled himself towards her, wanting her to know how serious he was about protecting her, "I would feel much more at ease knowing I'd be there to keep you safe."

Paige's heart fluttered, and her skin flushed a deep pink as a warm smile colored her lips. "Thank you, Walter."

"I meant it, Paige." He added softly as she slowly laced her fingers with his and bought his palm to her lips. "I meant all of it."

"I know," she whispered as she leaned over the console and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek for the second time that day before unbuckling her seatbelt, grabbing her purse and pushing herself out of her Chevy Malibu. Walter sat in the car for a few extra seconds before shaking himself out of his daze, and when he realized Paige was waiting for him in the parking garage, he killed the engine and climbed out of the vehicle before meeting up with her. She smiled at him and eagerly linked her arm around his elbow as he locked the car and shoved the keys into his pocket. "Let's go."

"Okay."

~ SCORPION ~

"I understand why you needed someone to drive, but… why me exactly? Happy could have easily gone with you to help you find a suitable swimsuit."

Paige peered over the fitting room door and cocked a brow. "Do you really think Happy would have been more helpful?"

"Probably not," Walter answered as he leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms over his chest. "But… I'm hardly shopping material."

Paige laughed and rolled her eyes. "Walter, I didn't ask you to come to give me fashion advice or be my driver."

Walter blinked and then eventually asked, "Then why am I here?"

"Because…," her confidence suddenly wavered, "Well," she blushed furiously, "I sort of want you t-to be the first to see me wearing whatever I'll be wearing tonight before I have to show off 90% of my bod to random strangers." Walter gulped, and she bit her lip before adding, "Before I go out there tonight, I want to know… I want to feel visually appreciated because that's the only way I'd feel comfortable catwalking in front of people I don't know. If I know you… if I know that you approve of what I wear, then I'll feel better about what I have to do tonight."

"Paige," Walter, though strangely honored by her confession, rose to his feet and slowly approached her. "I'm flattered, really, but," he let out a nervous laugh, "you could be strutting in sweats tonight, and I'd still… uh… I'd still find you aesthetically attractive."

She flushed and bit her lip. "Thanks Walter."

"Tonight," he stopped short of her fitting room door and gently smiled. "My opinion of whatever you wear shouldn't matter. I'm not the one wearing the bikini in front of hundreds of people, Paige. You are. Wear what's comfortable to you. Your comfort and your opinion of yourself are the only things that matter in this assignment. Nothing else."

Paige inhaled a deep, shaky breath and nodded. "You're right. If I'm going to have to strut my stuff tonight, as Happy had described it, then I need to be comfortable in what I strut."

"Exactly," Walter said proudly as he crossed his arms and took a few steps backwards to give Paige a little more space.

Paige backed away from the door and slid on a deep red hipster bottom over her panties before tying the matching triangle top over her breasts. She turned towards the mirror and examined herself. It was certainly a cute bikini outfit, but… would cute be enough to capture the scouts' attention? Probably not. Unsure of whether or not to try on something else, Paige peered over her fitting room door and glanced at Walter. "I'm ready to show you my first option."

Walter pursed his lips and flexed his fingers as she slowly opened the door. He froze when he saw her and gulped. Never before had he ever seen so much skin on Paige Dineen, and the mere thought of strangers ogling over her tonight like a possession was starting to stress him out. Paige didn't deserve for any man to look at her like some sort of booby prize. (If he could, he was going to try and convince her against the mission one more time.)

"Well?" Paige lifted both brows as she cocked her head and approached the genius. "What do you think?"

"Wow," was all he could say as he tried his damned hardest to keep his eyes from wandering below her face. He gulped and cleared his throat before adding, "Th-that would definitely work."

"You think it's sexy enough even though it's much more modest than the flimsy thing CIA sent to me?"

"Yes!" Walter exclaimed a little too loudly, making Paige's cheeks burn brightly. As she turned around and showed him her ass, Walter shifted uncomfortably in his chair and crossed his legs to hide his arousal. "Not too revealing, is it?"

He blinked at her. "Is that… Is that a trick question?"

Paige laughed and faced forward again as she looked at her toes. "Maybe I should have brought Happy."

"T-try on the other option… maybe it'll have a different effect." Walter suggested, hoping his current predicament would pass once she was behind the door again.

"Perhaps you're right," she nodded in agreement and stepped back into the dressing room. She slipped out of the red bikini and tried on the white one she had picked up. Unlike the first option, the top was a bandeau, and it gave her breasts more coverage than the triangle design. The bikini bottoms had side ties and was less modest than the hipsters she had first tried on. Once both pieces of the bikini were secured to her body, she unlocked the door and stepped out once again as her eyes found Walter's. "And this is the second selection…. Slightly less modest than the first one though."

Walter gulped as his eyes scanned over her creamy skin and clenched his fingers in order to keep himself from running his hands all over her body. God, did he want to touch her. "H-How do you feel in it?"

"Honestly?"

"Honestly."

She smiled. "I feel sexy."

"Is it… something you're comfortable wearing in front of strangers?" Walter angled his crotch away from Paige's line of sight and kept his legs tightly crossed.

She glanced down at the white bikini and shrugged. "Though there's slightly more coverage up here," she gestured towards her boobs, "there's less below in the back," she quietly added as she slowly turned for Walter.

Walter swallowed hard as he forced a smile and tried to keep himself – as much as he can – calm and collected. "Compared to the first option, though," he quietly coughed, "How… how do you like it?"

"I don't know…," she lightly scratched her arm and bit her lip, "I felt a little timid, I guess, in the first one, but this one makes me feel… I don't know… confident-ish? It's weird since it's a little showier than the first one, but… it's comfortable. And that's what's important, right? Wearing something that makes me feel comfortable and confident?"

"That's the idea," Walter replied as she approached him slowly. "Which one would you be more likely to wear at a beach? That's a public venue so if you could wear one of those swimsuits openly at a beach, then I'd say it's a winner."

Paige laughed. "I guess I could wear both to the beach. They each have their merits."

"Hmmm…," Walter pursed his lips together, closed his eyes and took a second to collect his thoughts. "What if…," he fluttered his eyes open and found her bellybutton staring straight at him. Once again, he shifted in his seat and forced himself to meet Paige's hazel irises before continuing his thought. "This might sound strange, but…," he licked his lip, "is there a way to practice catwalking in it?"

"Maybe at the garage," Paige laughed as she flipped her hair. "I think it would be a little weird if I tried catwalking in the store." She then took a step back and turned for him again, "So… You think I should buy both of them, then?"

"That would be a good idea." Walter nodded in agreement, hoping her decision meant they were almost done. The sooner he could find a bathroom to take care of his… problem…, the better. "Do you have any others to try on?"

"Nope." she shook her head.

"Well, I'm sure," Walter flexed his fingers and spoke quickly as though to conclude Paige's shopping extravaganza, "I'm sure whatever you decide to wear will work, Paige. With or without the bikini, you're a very beautiful woman."

Paige snapped her attention to Walter and lifted her eyebrows as her entire body flushed from his comment. Walter, on the other hand, froze the moment the words flew out of his mouth.

"That…," his voice squeaked, "That didn't come out right…."

She shook her head and suppressed a smirk. "No. It didn't."

"I…," Walter's ears suddenly prickled with heat, "I wasn't referring to you being naked…."

"I know, Walter," Paige punctuated as she combed her fingers through her hair and repressed the need to fan herself as she slowly backed into the fitting room and closed the door.

"Though," she heard Walter mumble to himself, "You being naked, I'm certain, is incredibly breathtaking." He froze instantly as her wide eyes landed on his again.

Oh, shit.

Paige blushed harder. She should have just ignored Walter's quiet slipup, but her response was out of her mouth before she could stop herself. "You've… you've seen me naked?"

Walter's eyes, if possible, widened more, and he immediately shook his head violently. "NO! No. Of course not." He ran his hand through his curls and rose to his feet before slowly approaching her.

Paige gulped and fluttered her lashes as she tried to read his flustered expression. "Then why would you say such a thing?"

"You… you weren't supposed to hear that."

"But I did."

"Th-That… statement was referring to m-my fanta-," he coughed, "m-my imagination."

She blinked wildly and squeaked way too loudly. "Y-you're imagination? Y-You fantasize me naked?"

The color in Walter's face blanched, and he immediately wanted to run as far away from Paige as possible. "N-not all the time," was the only thing his dry voice could spit out before he turned towards the front of the store and scratched his ear. "I think," he cleared his throat to drown out any response Paige could have made, "I think I'm going to go grab some coffee…. C-Call me when you're ready to leave for the garage."

And before Paige had the time to say something, Walter swiftly bolted out of the store, leaving her almost too shocked to function on her own.

~ SCORPION ~

It had been a long, awkward drive back to the garage after Paige had visited one other store in the mall, and though it had almost been an hour since Walter's slipup, neither genius nor liaison said a single word to one another. While Paige was still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that Walter, of all people, sometimes had sexual fantasies of her, the very genius, who was still mortified from his accidental admission, was too afraid to speak. With his luck, or lack thereof, he would say something else entirely more embarrassing.

But, minutes after Walter parked Paige's car, the woman knew they had to talk about it, and the sooner, the better. "I, uh," Paige bit her lip and angled herself towards Walter, "I have a confession to make."

Walter's eyes flickered towards hers, but he stayed silent.

She curled her hair behind her ear and flushed deeply. "You're not the only one who has… fantasies about… us… together…." Walter's ears burned from Paige's confession, and she surprised him by placing her hand over his. "I was…, as you could guess, not expecting to learn about… you know… so obviously I was shocked, to say the least, but I can't be mad at you…."

Walter audibly gulped but still didn't trust himself to say anything.

"To be honest," Paige made a strange giggle, unsure of where she was taking this conversation, "I think about us a lot. Being together, I mean. In… uh… In particular positions. SITUATIONS!"

Walter swallowed the lump in his throat as his eyes traveled to their conjoined hands, and he sheepishly asked, "Does it, um… Does it ever bother you when you, uh, when you realize whatever you're thinking about isn't real?"

Paige shrugged slightly. "Sometimes." She gave his hand a gentle squeeze and added as an afterthought, "Other times, I'm somewhat glad we're only friends because, as only friends, our relationship doesn't complicate things for the team… or for Ralph."

"And yet…."

"And yet," Paige brought Walter's palm to her lips and tenderly kissed it, "not being in a relationship complicates things for us. Mentally, at least. And probably emotionally and sexually, too. Well," she bit her lip and sadly smiled, "for me… that's how it is."

"If we could, um," Walter visibly scratched his temple, "if… if there was a way to… make this… us… you and me… work, w-would you be willing to try?"

"Of course I would," Paige replied without hesitation. "You know I would in a heartbeat."

"It's a… it's a big risk, though." Walter quietly said as she nodded in agreement.

"Yes, it is, but," she slowly laced her fingers with his, "everything carries risk, Walter. What I'm doing tonight carries a lot of risk, but if there's a chance I can save those women's lives, then the risks, whatever they could be, should be worth it." She paused and moved a little closer to him. "I-If there's even a chance that we could be great… amazing, even, then don't you think we owe it to ourselves to embrace those risks and give us a try?"

Walter was silent for several seconds, and Paige was just about to give up on the conversation when he finally spoke. "You know," he pressed his lips together and unbuckled his seatbelt, "you could be right. We could be great, but there's also a chance things could end badly for us, too."

"There is," Paige softly whispered and smiled sadly, "but we won't know that unless we give us a chance." She paused and squeezed his hand gently. "The last time we had this conversation, we agreed not to fraternize for the sake of the team… and for Ralph. Scorpion was different then… We were different then, but Scorpion has evolved into so much more now. Sylvester is your brother… Happy and Toby are dating… Maybe it's time for us to evolve too…"

Walter slowly smiled. "Leon Megginson once said it's not the strongest of the species that survives… nor the most intelligent, but the one that is most adaptable to change." He flickered his eyes to their entwined fingers and angled himself more towards Paige until his knees were touching hers. After he took her other palm in his free one, he hovered their conjoined hands over his lap and gazed deeply into her hazel irises. "Maybe you're right…. Maybe Megginson's right. Maybe… Maybe it is time for us to evolve."

Paige grinned ear to ear and, without warning, threw her arms around the genius's neck before pressing a hard kiss to his cheek. When her lips left his skin with a popping sound, Paige bit her lip and pressed her forehead against his as her eyes slowly closed. A tingly sensation fluttered in her stomach as the genius firmly wrapped his arms around her middle and pulled her closer to him. She gripped his cheeks and lovingly kissed his brow before dropping her head to his shoulder to kiss his neck. "I would totally kiss you on the mouth right now, Walter, but," she giggled as she nuzzled her nose against his warm skin, "if I did, I'd never want to stop."

Walter kissed her hair and nodded before muttering, "Then we'll save it for when the case is over."

"I can't wait."

~ SCORPION ~

As soon as the super genius and the liaison entered the garage, Paige hugged her bags to her chest and swiftly walked up to the loft as Walter stayed behind. Much to Walter's disappointment, Paige felt it was best if she went to the loft to practice catwalking in her swimsuits alone. She needed to make sure she was as confident as she could be, and if Walter had followed her, she wasn't sure she could be entirely focused on the mission. Those women were depending on her, and she needed to make every minute she had left to count. If she needed Walter, she would call for him, but she had to practice on her own.

Paige stepped inside Walter's bedroom and walked towards his bed before stripping off her clothes and slipping into the red bikini. She strode over to the full-body mirror hidden in the corner of the genius's room and gave herself a onceover. She was sure the members of the audience would much prefer more cleavage and more ass, but neither swimsuit gave her both options. While the red one revealed more of her boobs, the white one's bottoms showed more skin than its complementing bandeau.

Paige sighed. How the hell was she supposed to know which one she should wear?!

"Hey, Paige?" Walter's voice sounded from around the corner and caused the woman to jump out of her skin.

"Jesus, Walter!" Paige grabbed her pounding heart and spun around to find him leaning against the bookshelves with his hand covering his eyes. She instantly forgot why she was yelling his name in the first place and giggled at how silly he looked. "You don't have to cover your eyes, you know. You've already seen me in these bathing suits, and, as I recall, you've imagined seeing me in much less."

"I was just…," he cleared his throat and lowered his palm, "I wasn't sure if you were decent…"

Paige forced a chuckle as she walked up to him. "This is hardly what I call decent."

"A-anyway," Walter immediately expelled all current, inappropriate thoughts that were brewing in his mind and coughed loudly, "I just wanted you to know that I plan on picking up Ralph from school so you can focus on prepping for tonight."

"Oh my God, thank you," Paige raked her fingers through her hair, "I would have completely forgotten."

"Don't worry about it," Walter said quietly. "You have other things to worry about right now."

"You're right," she nodded with a sigh. "You're absolutely right."

"Which is why I ordered the team not to disturb you." Walter smiled proudly as the woman's lips curved to her ears. "Anything they need to say can wait until after I come back with Ralph."

"Thank you, Walter." Paige muttered as she gently wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in for a loose embrace. "You're so thoughtful." Walter hesitated for a few seconds and hovered his palms in front of the middle of her back before finding the courage to touch her bare skin and return her hug. Paige melted into his arms, and she breathed in his sexy, metallic scent as he dropped a light kiss to the top of her head. "I don't know what Ralph and I would do without you."

Walter automatically held her tighter to him and pressed another soft kiss into her hair before gently pulling back to look into her beautiful eyes. Paige bit her bottom lip and smiled bashfully as he slid his hands from her back to her shoulders. "I… I should get going."

"Then go," she whispered. "Don't keep my son waiting."

"I won't," he shook his head and carefully stepped backwards. He accidentally bumped into the bookcase and knocked over a few of his favorite textbooks, causing the woman to laugh. "I'll, uh," he nervously laughed, "I'll clean those up later."

"You do that," Paige rolled her eyes and shook her head as she laughed.

"Oh!" Walter's sudden exclaim caught her attention as he took one step closer to her, "I almost forgot. I called Ralph's babysitter for you; she'll be watching him here during our case tonight. She'll show up around 4:30 PM, fifteen minutes before we have to leave for the arena."

"Thanks," Paige smiled appreciatively. "You're really on a roll today."

"I, uh, I just want to make things easier for you," Walter scratched the side of his face and grinned.

"If you keep it up," Paige smirked as she strung her arms around his neck and leaned into him, "I just might have to reward you."

Walter gulped. "W-well," his voice cracked, "There's always time for t-that after the case."

Paige cocked an eyebrow and leaned away from him. "Just what exactly did you think I was going to reward you with?"

Walter swallowed thickly and inwardly kicked himself for his stupid fantasies. Before he gave himself a chance to answer Paige's question, he glanced at his watch and wormed his way out of her arms. "Well, what do you know…? It's time to pick up Ralph."

Paige rolled her eyes again as he stepped backwards, knocking even more books onto the floor. He fumbled trying to pick them up, but they just kept falling back onto the floor. "Walter," Paige laughed as she grabbed his arm and pulled him back to his feet, "Don't worry about the mess. Just go pick up my son from school."

"Right," Walter nodded. "Ralph. School. Pick him up."

"Yes, Cookie Monster." Paige giggled, earning a confused glare from Walter. She lightly pushed him towards the door of the loft and exclaimed with a laugh, "Just go already!" And when he was finally descending the stairs, Paige shook her head and headed back to the mirror to scrutinize herself a little bit more.

Before practicing the struts, she slipped into the other swimsuit and, once again, observed herself in the mirror. Though cute and also sexy, she was afraid the top piece wasn't showing enough. Though she wanted to be as modest as possible, she still had to wear something sexy enough to capture the eyes of the scouts. The bandeau might not work.

The only way she was going to know which bikini to wear was to catwalk in them and see which one feels the sexiest. Paige walked to one end of Walter's bedroom and, for once in her life, she was actually grateful for the catwalking lessons her mother had forced her into taking back in high school. Who knew those lessons would have actually become handy in her line of work? She focused on the leafy plant along the big windows beyond the couches of the loft and strutted forward, and when she ran out of walkway, she stopped, elegantly rested her hand on her hip and leaned to the right for a few seconds before pivoting around to finish her stride.

"That pick won't due," Happy suddenly said, forcing the woman to stop dead in her tracks and turn to her left. Happy was walking towards her with her arms folded against her chest, wearing her usual blank expression. "The top piece doesn't provide much support for your boobs, making your catwalk kinda floppy."

"And what would you know about bikinis, Happy?" Paige pursed her lips and cocked a brow, wondering why the mechanic would even care to comment. "And didn't Walter tell you not to bother me?"

"He did," she shrugged. "But I figured you could use some advice. And, since I'm not Toby, you'd have no reason to punch me."

"And again, I ask," Paige folded her arms in front of her, "What would you know about bikinis?"

"Nothing really, but," Happy shrugged again and shoved her hands into her pockets, "But I do know a thing or two about model competitions." When Paige didn't say anything, Happy continued. "If you tell anybody this, you're dead." She waited for a beat and then added, "When I was in junior high, my foster mother, at the time, forced me into this pageant program, and if it wasn't for the roof I had over my head, I would have punched that woman in the face and made a run for it. I had to take all of these dumb lessons, and though I never really participated, having perfect memory allowed me to remember the details and the shoulds and should nots of the pageant world. Ergo, your floppy breasts."

"Excuse me," Paige frowned, "But my breasts do not flop."

Happy, without a word, held up her phone and presented a recording. "You were saying?"

Paige blushed deeply and blinked at the mechanic. "Why the hell were you recording me?"

"Maybe for blackmail purposes," she replied stoically. "Or, maybe to help you with your technique. Perhaps both, depending on how I feel later."

"Fine, if you're such an expert," Paige rubbed her temples, "What do you suggest?"

"Wear something with more support," Happy replied quickly. "Did you buy anything else?"

"One other bikini."

"Try your promenade in that one."

Paige sighed and turned for Walter's bed, not really in the mood for arguing. She fished for the swimsuit inside the bag and walked into the bathroom to change. Once she was suited up in the red bikini again, she strolled over to the far end of Walter's bedroom and started her strut once again.

"Be more confident, Dineen." Happy barked from the end of the makeshift walkway. "Be proud in what you're presenting. Your boobs and your ass are your treasures, and you want the world to know it. So… let them know it."

"Easy for you to say! You're not the one with the bikini!" Paige retorted as she maintained her posture.

"You're right. I'm not. You are. If you want to succeed in this mission, you need to be a badass, and in order to be a badass, you gotta show your badassery. You gotta be confident in what you wear just as you were confident in what you were saying to that no good CIA agent." Happy pursed her lips and sighed as Paige stopped walking. "Look, I know I said some harsh things to you this morning, and I already apologized for that, but… you decided to do this case, and now that you're committed, you to commit. In truth, I came up here because I know how proud you are about your modesty and your dignity, and you can still own up to those things and succeed in this mission. You just need to suck up your damn insecurities and know what you're owning and presenting. If you're confident in what you're wearing, then you can win heart eyes from the audience by wearing the most gaudy, full-coverage two-piece you own."

Paige had never heard Happy speak so many words at once to her, but the mechanic was… oddly… correct. "Thanks, Happy."

"Sure," Happy shrugged, but, to Paige's surprise, gave her a smile.

"I think I've been looking at this competition the wrong way." Paige replied as she ran her hands through her hair. "I think I have the perfect bikini outfit to wear."

"I thought you said you only bought two swimsuits." Happy lifted an eyebrow suspiciously.

"I did. I have another at home in my closet. I was against wearing it, at first, because I felt like I had to be flashy in order to succeed in this mission, but I really don't. I can wear what's me, what I feel good in, and still rock the competition… not that winning is the goal or anything…."

Happy acknowledged her response and pointed towards the door. "You said it was at home?"

"Yup."

"Okay." Happy nodded. "I'll drive, then."

~ SCORPION ~

WriterFreak001:

I was going to have a different scenario happen in this chapter, but I think I like the Happy and Paige scene much better. :) Thoughts?

PS. I know most model events showcase certain lines of design artists, but there is a reason why Paige didn't have to wear the bikini the CIA gave to her, but it won't be revealed until later in the story.