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Thanks for sticking around to the next segment. I'm not as happy with this one, but I hope you like it!

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Rain fell like bullets against the waiting room window. The sound reverberated around the hollow area, bouncing off empty chairs and desolate faces. In short, Happy didn't like it. The waiting room's atmosphere put her on edge.

Even though it was just a broken arm, Happy was still shaking with worry and anger. She had been the one that he called because he was drunk, lost and needed a ride. She had been the one that witnessed him falling off of a fire escape in a dark alley because he had bluffed his way through a game of poker and won the jackpot. She had been the one who yelled at him the entire way to the hospital for giving in to the poker table, for breaking their promise, and for letting the team down.

Phone calls had already been made to the team to explain what happened. They told her that they would be there soon, but not soon enough. She had been sitting in the waiting room for ten minutes too long and was ready for some fresh air. She squeezed her hands into fits and relaxed them- a calming technique that Toby had taught her- but her breath wouldn't stop shaking with emotions she was trying to conceal. Happy nearly flew out of her seat when she saw the doctor that had been assigned to Toby.

"Is is going to be okay?" Happy asked. She was trying her hardest to keep her emotions hidden, but the doctor could see the worry in her eyes. The doctor smiled reassuringly and replied.

"His arm was badly broken," the doctor replied, "but we managed to set it and he is getting a cast right now. He also has a concussion, but it is hard to tell how bad it is with his current-" she paused and cleared her throat uncomfortably, "-intoxicated state. We would like to keep him overnight just to make sure there was no severe damage."

Happy sighed and nodded. Cool relief swept through her veins and she visibly relaxed.

"Can I see him?" she asked the doctor.

"He was asking for you," the doctor answered with a chuckle, "He seemed very... desperate."

Happy allowed a small grin to form on her lips as she imagined the drunken shrink's current behavior. The doctor gestured for her to follow to what she assumed was Toby's room.

"So how long have you too been married?"

The question caught Happy off guard. Sure, she was used to being told that she and Toby act like a married couple, but no one had ever asked her a question like this one.

"Ummm," she replied, "We aren't married. We just started dating four months ago."

"Oh!" the doctor exclaimed, "I'm sorry! I sometimes get carried away is all."

Happy turned a confused face to the doctor.

"What do you mean carried away?" she pondered.

"I've been an ER doctor for years," the doctor replied, "I can tell the difference between a worried girlfriend and a worried wife. Almost always, it seems that a wife's emotions are more geniune, as if the pain hurts more. Sure, girlfriends get worried, but the bond between a husband and wife is just so strong. It almost seems like one is lost without the other."

Happy's brow furrowed in thought. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind, processing what the doctor had just told her. Do I really seem lost without Toby? she thought, Does he seem lost without me?

When they finally stopped in front Toby's hospital room, the doctor laid a hand on Happy's shoulder. Her instinct was to pull away from the touch, but she was so lost in her thoughts, she barely even noticed the kind doctor's hand on her shoulder.

"It's probably not my place," the doctor continued, "But you two seem like the 'real deal'. My only advice is to not let the opportunity pass you up. Love him and let him love you."

The doctor pulled down on the handle to open the door. The sound snapped Happy out of her thoughts. Her eyes locked with the doctor's one last time before she nodded in appreciation and entered the room.

When Happy entered the room, she held back laugh of relief. Toby sat on his hospital bed with a lime green cast wrapped from his shoulder to the beginning of his fingers. He was staring at the wall in a drunken daze and his ever-present hat was perched on his head. He turned his head towards the door at the sound of Happy's footsteps and his eyes turned bright upon seeing her.

"Happy," he slurred, "Thank goodness you're here."

He patted the bed beside him with his good arm and shifted to the edge of the bed. The movement required him shifting some weight onto his bad arm and he winced from the pain. With a soft gasp, Happy rushed to Toby's side and put a hand on his good shoulder. She helped him finish moving over and then carefully settled herself down beside him. All she wanted to do was curl in against Toby, tell him he was an idiot, and cry out the stress onto his shoulder. However, she refused to relax. Toby needed to know he messed up... badly. She sat as far from him as possible and kept her posture stiff and angry. Even in his disheveled state, Toby could instantly tell Happy was upset with him. He knew step one to solving the problem was to lighten up the mood.

"You know," Toby said, putting his good arm around Happy's tense shoulders, "I tried to get a hot pink cast, but they told me that it 'wasn't proper for a professional job'." Toby burst out laughing at his own joke, but Happy did not give into his poor attempt at humor. Her steely gaze continued burning holes into the wall.

"Why," she whispered, "why did you do this to us?"

Toby fell silent. Of course he remembered the promise he had made to the team years ago, but yesterday's case had gone just a step too far for the unstable shrink.

"It wasn't intentional," Toby explained. Happy turned and looked at him with a gaze as sharp as glass. He recoiled and looked at the wall as before continuing.

"After the suicide bomber case yesterday, I just needed some relief from my thoughts, so I went down to a bar to have a beer and watch some football. I made the bartender promise to only serve me one drink, and he was sincere about it."

"But you couldn't resist just one more drink and before you knew it, you were being beaten up at the poker tables," Happy finished for him, voice tense with anger.

"But," Toby interjected with annoyance, "an old buddy came by and tried to convince me to go gambling with him. I told him no, said I had a promise to keep. But while I was gone at the bathroom, he must have slipped a few extra shots into my beer. By the time I noticed, I was too far gone. I followed him to the warehouse, laid out my latest paycheck, and let everything I had been working on crash down around me." Toby paused. I was his turn to burn holes in the wall out of anger from Happy's lack of faith in him.

Happy didn't know what to say. She was so set on the idea that Toby had been an idiot and broke his promise that she didn't even consider that the accident hadn't been his fault. With a lack of words, she slowly leaned over and put her head on his unbroken shoulder. Toby turned to look into her eyes and his gaze softened when he saw nothing but pure worry threatening to spill over in the form of tears. He let himself relax into her touch.

"You could have died," Happy whispered, "You should have come to us." Toby sighed and let his head fall atop her's.

"I know," he whispered in reply, "But I just wanted to be alone."

"I get that," Happy replied, "But you don't have to be alone when you're alone."

Their eyes met and they donned matching grins. Toby took the moment to lean down and press a soft, reassuring and apologetic kiss on her lips. Her reply told Toby she had forgiven him. Their kiss deepened and they fell into the bliss of the moment. Neither of them noticed the hospital door opening. What they did notice, however, was the yelp of surprise that Sylvester let out at the sight of his two best friends making out.

The couple immediately broke apart. They both were making a big deal to not show off their relationship to the rest of the cyclone. Sure, they knew that Happy and Toby had been dating for the past few months, but they had never witnessed any PDA. Faces red with embarrassment, both Happy and Toby attempted to fly off of the bed. Happy made it out successfully, but Toby's attempt at escape sent a shot of pain through his broken arm. He yelped in pain and quickly settled back into his original position.

"I... ugh..." Sylvester tried to formulate words, "Am I... interrupting something?"

"Yes!" Happy and Toby replied in unison, their red faces growing brighter.


The next morning, Happy woke up in the chair next to Toby's bed. The rest of the team left quickly after visiting and making sure Toby's injuries were not life threatening. Toby was released from the hospital with a minor concussion, and Happy was left to nurse him. It was interesting, since he was working off a concussion and a hangover.

But she couldn't have cared less.


I didn't do as much with the whole "interrupted" thing for this one. This chapter was just a filler because I didn't want to rush to the next one. Here is your next teaser.

Happy and Toby finally decide to move in together, but, of course, something has to go wrong.

Stay tuned!