WriterFreak001:

I'm not sure about this one. While certain parts of it came along easily, I struggled with the ending of the chapter a bit so I hope it isn't too lame. -_-;

Worth

Written by WriterFreak001

Part 4

~ SCORPION ~

"If you love her. If you want her to stay. Fight for her."
― Janet Gurtler, The Truth About Us

Walter's POV

Answering Paige's question with words was not possible for Walter O'Brien. He could certainly try to forcibly yank them past his teeth, but sputtering out a string of words he had just begun to understand wouldn't do anyone any good. If anything, Walter O'Brien was best known for his array of emotions (even though he incessantly denied ever even having them), and if there was ever a time to emote effectively (two words he never thought he would use together in a single phrase), it would certainly be now.

He caught up to Paige the moment she walked into the elevator and grabbed her hand, whirling her out into the hallway until her back was pressed hard against the wall. Walter then trapped her between his arms as he placed his hands on both sides of her head against the mustard-color plaster and leaned in close until he could smell lavender.

Paige's soulful eyes dared him to move, and in response, he muttered, "You wanted me to tell you why my loving you is different than all of the others, and I can't. I can't tell you, Paige," he boldly curled a strand of her silky hair behind her ear, "I don't know if I'll ever be able to tell you."

"And why is that," Paige challenged him with fiery eyes. "Am I not good enough?"

"Au contraire," Walter mumbled against her ear with a quiet chuckle, "You're perfect, Paige. Everything about you is flawlessly perfect, and I wish I could tell you everything I am feeling, everything you want to hear, but like you said before, they were all just words. If everything I am conveying to you is no more than empty words, then what makes you think more words would be more of a comfort for you?"

"Point made," Paige murmured as she tried to push him away from her. He immediately grabbed her hands and linked his fingers with hers as he slammed them back against the wall. The impact surprised them both, but Paige didn't fight back, and Walter leaned dangerously closer. She just stood there with a frown, her eyes daring him to continue.

Walter looked at her curiously. "Remember last night when I kissed you, and you started kissing me back?"

"How could I forget?" How could either of them forget?

"Just out of curiosity," Walter mused, "why did you kiss me back?" When she didn't answer, he rephrased the question to gauge a response. "You say you love me too. Did you kiss me back last night because you love me? Or was it something else?"

"I kissed you back, Walter, because, at first, I didn't see a reason to stop." Paige admonished as her cheeks flushed pink. "You have no idea how long I've waited for you to acknowledge something going on between us; though I didn't anticipate you admitting your love to me, I was greatly surprised, and for a moment, very happy." She gave him a sad smile. "For that moment, as you kissed me, I remembered where my heart belonged, and I didn't want any of it to end."

"Then why did you end it?" Walter pressed, and Paige gave him an exhausting look.

"Must we go over that again."

"Right. Moving on." Walter nodded in agreement and then refocused the conversation back to his main point. "So basically, what you're saying is that you felt something last night when we kissed." Paige bit her lip and gave him a slow nod. "So," Walter hummed quietly, "theoretically," he couldn't help the small smirk pulling at his lips, "if I kissed you again, and you ended up kissing me back, there's a great chance it's because you still feel something between us?"

"In theory, yes." Paige replied honestly but then looked at him suspiciously. "You're not going to kiss me, are you?"

Walter shook his head and chuckled. "Not at the moment." As much as he wanted to slam-kiss her against the whole entire hallway, he restrained himself and decided the element of surprise was the better plan of action. He didn't want her to expect anything, and everything he wanted both of them to feel needed to be raw. No sense in testing out his theory if they kiss right now. "But when I do, and I will," he added with confidence, "I will then fully answer your question."

Paige opened her mouth to reply, but her cellphone blasted from her purse, causing both of them to jump. She glanced over to her purse and then snapped her attention back to Walter. "It's probably Tim."

"Are you going to answer it?"

Paige nodded. "I probably should. After the grief I gave him last night, it's the least I can do." Without a word, Walter took a step back and released her left hand but still held her right, not ready to let go. Paige bent down and fished through her lavender purse in search of her phone. Once finding it, she rose upward and glanced at the screen as Walter noticed Tim's name blearing from the screen. Paige swiftly answered it, almost shouting into the phone in the process. "Hello!" She cleared her throat and softened her voice. "H-Hello?" … "I answered, didn't I?" … "I was… still in the shower." Walter grinned with amusement as Paige gave Walter a wide-eyed 'What else am I supposed to say?' look. "Yes, Tim. I took that long of a shower. It was relaxing and a free luxury, and I was exhausted." … "Am I ready?" She paused and gave herself a onceover. "Yes. I'm ready. I'll be down in the lobby shortly. See you soon. Bye."

Paige ended the call and dropped her phone into her purse before returning her attention to Walter. "I… I have to go."

"I know." He then smirked. "So Tim doesn't know I'm here?"

"I haven't told him, no."

"Why not?"

"I can think of a few reasons," Paige shrugged before slowly turning towards the elevator. Walter loosened his grip on her fingers, and she pressed the down button as she slowly walked away from him. And as she waited for the lift, she gripped her purse strap and, without turning around, she said his name quietly. "Walter?"

"Yeah?" He was immediately behind her, prepared to hear whatever she was wanting to say.

As the elevator doors opened, Paige combed her fingers through her hair and muttered, "Don't give up yet."

He smiled, knowing that something he said must have gotten through to her.

"Trust me. I won't."

~ SCORPION ~

Paige's POV

Paige floated into the elevator and closed her eyes as she leaned against the cold, marble wall after pressing the lobby button. Secretly, she hoped the elevator would take its sweet, precious time descending so she could have a few moments to herself before rejoining Tim. Until last night… until this morning, she thought she had made up her mind when she decided to forget Walter and move on with Tim. And maybe she did. Maybe she did make up her mind, but she knew, deep down, her heart didn't agree.

Sure, she liked Tim. He was an easy-going person who was easy to talk to and didn't shy away from his feelings unlike a certain genius she knew (and loved). She could talk for hours with Tim, and she mostly enjoyed the time she had spent with him over the last several weeks, but… no matter how much she did like Tim, she didn't love him like she loved Walter.

Not to mention that kissing Tim felt like kissing a rock. Maybe it was because he had surprised her, or maybe it was because his lips had been calloused, but whatever it was, it didn't feel right. She had absolutely no desire to run her hands through his short hair last night, and the way he held her felt uncomfortable. His hands didn't even melt against her the way Walter's did just an hour later.

Sure. Tim was a genuinely nice guy, but… no matter how she planned to handle her future, there was only one man for her. One awkward, socially-stunted, incredible man. Paige had no doubt that Walter loved her. He had showed her in many ways even if he never realized it, but… hearing him say the words clearly and repeatedly was never something she expected from him. And over the past few weeks, after meeting Tim, she had prepared her heart for the worst, believing that Walter would never come to the conclusion that he loved her.

But now that he did, she was scared – horribly scared – that he would wake up one day and realize everything he was feeling was a lie. An illusion. An imbalance of chemicals in the brain. After all, he wasthe one who said love was nothing more than junk science.

Maybe it was just better for her sanity if she pretended she never heard a thing. Things were going well between her and Tim save for that incident last night. Perhaps she should give the Navy SEAL another chance… Or maybe she should just swear men off altogether to prevent further heartbreak.

At least that was a better alternative to kissing dry, chapped lips.

But, oh God, Walter's lips.

His mouth pressed hard against hers was a beautiful sensation that made her heart flutter and her toes curl. Could she really give that up too? What about the way his hands fit perfectly over her breasts last night, and how glorious it felt to have him squeeze them and flick her nipples with his thumbs? Could she really forget it all and move on with her life?

And what if there had been no clothes between them? Would she still be hesitating?

Paige's eyes snapped open to the chime of the elevator, and she groaned quietly. Some romantic weekend this turned out to be. She pushed away from the elevator wall and combed her fingers through her hair. After putting on her best smile (and trying to ignore the fact that she was sexually stimulated right now), she stepped out of the lift as the large doors opened and headed for the lobby.

Spotting Tim impatiently tapping his foot in the lobby immediately turned her off. When he caught sight of her, he kicked away from the wall and approached her in long strides. "I was beginning to think you bailed on me again."

"No," she shook her head, giving him a small, forced smile. "I was just… I needed a little more time to myself so I took a little bit longer in getting ready."

"It's been over an hour."

"Consider yourself lucky," Paige crossed her arms and pursed her lips, "I've been known to take three."

Tim exhaled through his nose and raked his hand through his hair. "So… have you eaten breakfast yet?"

"No."

"Are you hungry?"

"A little bit."

"Okay," Tim nodded. "Let's go to the diner across the street, and then when we're done, we can tour the city a bit before heading to the festival."

Paige widened her tight smile and tightened her grip around her purse. "Sure."

~ SCORPION ~

Walter's POV

Walter refused to go back to Los Angeles until Paige agreed to go home with him. If he returned empty-handed, it would mean he would be admitting defeat, and Walter O'Brien didn't handle failure very well. He was not about to lose the one woman – perhaps the only woman in his lifetime – who unquestionably understood him in more capacities than any other person (save for his late sister, Megan). The odds of him falling in love with another woman who loves him in return were infinitesimal. Paige was the only one.

She had to be.

She must be.

He knew he should have kept his distance and respect her privacy as she spent the day with Tim, but he absolutely could not stand the thought of Paige growing even closer to Tim, even though she made it pretty clear she wasn't going to date the guy.

Wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses, a white T-shirt, jeans and loafers (clothes and accessories he purchased at the hotel's gift shop) was the perfect disguise. He didn't think either one of them would recognize him in such casual attire. He ate breakfast in the furthest corner of the diner, keeping a sharp eye on the pair as they interacted, and when they finished, he followed them religiously. Any time Tim or Paige would turn around, he'd hide behind the nearest object or pretend to engage himself with the people around him. He really was outside of his comfort zone, but Paige was worth it.

She was absolutely worth it.

By the time lunch came around, they stopped at the nearest Subway. He waited a minute before casually walking inside and sat down in the booth furthest away from the rest of the crowd. He couldn't care less what Tim ordered, but his ears perked when he heard Paige voice her order.

"I'd like to have a Subway Club chopped salad, please."

Next, she was going to ask for tomatoes, lettuce, spinach and olives with a little bit of vinaigrette on the side because she liked dipping her salad into her dressing to avoid consuming unnecessary carbs and calories.

"And in the salad, I'd like to have both lettuce and spinach, tomatoes and olives," Paige continued with a small smile, and Walter inwardly smirked. He knew her so well. "Oh!" she exclaimed quietly, "Olives! Not onions. Olives, please!" There was a short pause, and then she laughed. "Yes, sorry about that and thank you." She bit her lip and waited a beat before finalizing her order. "I'd also like to have some vinaigrette to go, please." The sandwich artist mixed and chopped up Paige's salad before squeezing some dressing into a tiny, black to-go cup. "Thank you," Paige gave the employee a small nod of appreciation. And just before she paid, she stepped away from the counter, grabbed a bottle of water from the impulse cooler and slightly waved it up and down. "I'll also get this water, too."

As soon as she paid for her lunch, she joined Tim at a booth near the door, and Walter strained his ears to focus on their conversation, but when Tim started telling stories about his days as a Navy SEAL, he quickly tuned out, not really caring how the world's precious Ken doll salvaged this dangerous artifact from this country doing this oh-so-stellar stunt that apparently no one else could have pulled off in time. They were really all the same anyway since there were very few stories he could actually tell without committing treason, but the Navy SEAL seemed proud of his accomplishments nonetheless.

Walter couldn't see Paige's face, but he could tell she was bored. She usually only stabbed at her foot whenever she wasn't interested in a conversation, and whenever she'd try to engage herself into such a conversation, she'd occasionally wave her fork in the air, mindlessly take a bite or two, and then return to stabbing every morsel in front of her. Seeing her do exactly that while Tim wildly waved his arms in the air and made embarrassing (and highly inaccurate) explosion sounds made Walter's apparent grin grow infinitely wider. Hah! Take that, Tim!

Walter slowly rose to his feet and tugged the dark green bill of his baseball cap lower to hide his face as he moved closer to the pair while still maintaining a safe distance. He just wanted to hear them better so he took a seat at a table in of their blindsides and tuned into their voices. Tim was laughing at a joke he had just shared, and Paige was softly giggling, meaning, it wasn't very funny. She was just trying to be polite.

"So, Paige" Walter's ears perked as Tim changed the course of the conversation, "how exactly did you get involved with Scorpion? I mean… no offence, but you're clearly not a genius, like me, and I understand your role on the team, but… what made you decide you wanted to work for a bunch of Einsteins? And how did that even happen anyway?"

Walter scoffed and rolled his eyes, tempted to blow his cover and kindly remind him that the people on Scorpion – save for Cabe and Paige – were leagues smarter than Albert Einstein, but – to his surprise and delight, he didn't have to.

"First of all," Paige leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms in a defensive manner. "No genius on Scorpion likes being called an Einstein, Tim. If you're going to refer to them as a collective, at least call them what they are. Geniuses. Any other term people often use to describe them are often insulting to their intelligences."

Walter couldn't help the dorky grin beaming from his face. He didn't know how it was possible, but he was more in love with her now, than he was five minutes ago.

Before Tim could respond, Paige continued to answer his question with a small smile coloring her lips. "It all started with salt, sugar and creamer packets..."

Tim cocked an eyebrow as Walter envisioned the memory, remembering how he spotted Ralph sitting by himself, playing Chess with diner condiments. It was, perhaps, one of the most important moments of his life, and he would never forget the way Ralph slowly blinked his eyes after Walter had won that first game of Chess, suddenly realizing somebody else could understand him.

"… Later that morning, the man who was fixing the Wi-Fi came back with a team of individuals, and an agent was demanding full use of the diner for a top-secret assignment. Because my boss had some issues with the government, I got stuck with staying behind, and honestly," Paige mindlessly bit her lip, "it was one of the best days of my life. Our lives – Ralph's and mine – were changed that day, and ever since then, we've been a part of Scorpion's team."

A very important part, indeed.

"So… because he saw how good you were with the team, Cabe hired you as the company's liaison," Tim deduced before taking a huge bite out of his sandwich.

"No," Paige shook her head slowly. "Cabe wasn't the one who hired me."

"No?"

Paige curled a strand of hair around her finger and casually licked her lips. "Walter was."

Tim blinked with surprise. "Walter hired you? Really?"

Paige suddenly frowned. "Why do you seem so surprised?"

Tim shrugged. "Before joining the team, I read his file, and it didn't seem like he was a very open-minded individual. Seemed more like he was the type to vote against the idea of a liaison, if you ask me."

Paige gave Tim a pointed look, and Walter watched closely to see what she would do. She crossed her ankles and said, "Well, you're wrong. Walter wanted his company to thrive, and he knew Scorpion wouldn't last long if it didn't have a way to connect to Normals, and he also knew that the team needed someone who could keep them on their toes and remind them what's most important. He had seen how I connected with Ralph, I guess, and he also observed me when I was interacting with the team…. When I saw the way he looked at me after I told off Happy, Sly and Toby for speaking crudely in front of my son, I knew there was something brewing inside his mind. I don't want to sound like a narcissist or anything, but I guess you could say I qualified for the vision he had for his team, and because of that vision, we've been very successful for the past two years."

"I see," Tim hummed quietly, and Walter could tell there was something left unsaid. Instead, Tim asked, "So… of all of the cases you've worked, which ones were your favorite?"

"I shouldn't talk about them in a public setting," Paige muttered in a hushed tone.

"Then give me the Cliffs Notes versions," Tim suggested with a shrug. "After all," he chuckled, "you are a liaison; shouldn't be too hard."

"O-Okay," Paige bit her lip hesitantly as Walter scowled under his breath. She's my liaison. My Cliffs Notes. The woman then smiled. "Well, there was this one assignment where Walter and I had to go undercover…."

"Oh?"

Walter grinned proudly, remembering exactly which case she was referring to. That one was his favorite too.

Paige nodded. "We pretended to be a couple to obtain some information," she grinned slowly. "It was fun."

"How fun?"

Paige's smile grew wider. "Exhilarating."

"Which part?"

Paige hesitated to answer so she awkwardly laughed and bit her bottom lip before describing her second favorite case. "Another one of my favorites was when we had to go to Bosnia. What was supposed to be a simple extraction actually became a rescue mission," she twisted her hair and draped it over her left shoulder. "Though I was deeply regretting going there at the time – being away from my son in a dangerous country and all – I now consider it one of my favorites too."

"Because the team saved someone?"

Paige shook her head as Walter waited impatiently for her answer. "Because it was perhaps the first time I actually felt like a part of the team. I wasn't just translating the world to W-Walter… to everyone…. I was actually in on the action. As scary as it might have been, I didn't feel like I was going through trial runs anymore." Paige paused with a glowing smile, and Walter had to wonder if she was thinking about that moment he had thrown his body over her to protect her, too.

"A few weeks prior," she continued, "we had our first run in with Mark Collins. The team warned me about his mind games, but he said some things… made me doubt my worth to Wal— to the team. And even though I was reassured my job… my role on Scorpion was the most important link, I still struggled with those doubts because, for a while, it seemed as though the team didn't trust me…. I won't lie. There are things in my life that I keep private for a reason, but when Walter… when Happy, Toby and Sly didn't trust me to handle something that didn't concern them," Walter knew she was speaking about the incident with Drew, "I began to wonder if Mark Collins was right after all."

Walter inwardly slapped himself for being so careless back then, and the fact that he was just now learning these things about Paige – something he should lock away since he technically wasn't supposed to hear about them in the first place – made him wonder if there were other times he made her doubt herself. He sure hoped not.

"So that case in Bosnia is a very important reminder that Mark Collins was wrong," Paige gave Tim a small smile. "If I was worthless to the team, Walter wouldn't have thrown himself over me to protect me from rapid gunfire…. That was the first of many times he had physically saved my life," she blushed suddenly, "Walter… He's selfless like that."

As Paige took a sip of her water, Tim leaned forward and asked, "So… were you and Walter ever… involved?"

Walter flushed deeply as Paige nearly choked. "N-No. W-What," she touched her throat as she cleared it, "What gave you that idea?"

Tim, again, shrugged as he took a sip of his soda. "I've seen the way he looks at you when you're not looking. I've also noticed you talk about him a lot. Not just now, but all the other times we've had dinner, the Walter topic always finds a way into our conversations."

Paige inhaled a deep breath and breathed out slowly. "It's… complicated."

Tim was suddenly serious. "Do you like him?"

"Like I said," Paige deflected, "It's complicated."

"How is that complicated?" Tim pressed, now crossing his arms. "Either you like him or you don't."

Paige flexed her fingers. "Fine," she snapped, "You want the truth?"

"Please."

Walter watched Paige's tongue swipe over her upper lip. "I love him," she replied simply and quietly. "I love Walter."

Walter noticed Tim's fists clench suddenly at Paige's response. "Then why ask me to come to Tahoe if I'm clearly not the one you want to be with?"

"Walter… h-he gave them to me and suggested I take you," Paige flashed Tim an emotionless smile.

"And why would he do that?" Any smile Tim had been trying to force was now gone.

Paige closed her eyes and inhaled a shaky breath as Walter watched her give Tim an unreadable look. "I don't know. Maybe he was frightened of risk… of abandonment… I really don't know."

"I thought Walter said he felt no fear." Tim shifted a little.

"Oh believe me, Walter has many fears. He just doesn't know it…, but they're there." Paige suddenly stood up and collected her trash before tossing it into the garbage. The genius didn't fail to notice how she quickly wiped a pair of tears before returning to Tim. "D-Do you mind if we talk about something else? I'm not really in the mood to talk about Walter right now."

Tim rose to his feet and nodded. Walter could tell he wasn't done interrogating Paige about her personal relationship with him, but whatever questions Tim still had, were left unsaid. "Sure. I think that's enough oversharing for the day."

"Thanks," Paige said quietly as she picked up her purse. "The festival starts soon, I think. We should get going."

"Of course."

And as they left, Walter didn't move and didn't dare try to follow them.

If he wanted her to fully trust him, he needed to stop trying to control everything. Paige would come to him when she was ready. He would just have to wait for her like she had once waited for him.

~ SCORPION ~

Paige's POV

She felt numb inside as she walked next to Tim. Talking about her personal feelings for Walter and remembering how much it had hurt for him to send her away with another man just before he claimed to have loved her was just too painful to endure. Right now, feeling no emotion was better than feeling it at all.

As they passed through the booths, she kept quiet and watched Tim interact with the vendors and other guests. Tim seemed to be enjoying himself a little too much, and all she wanted to do was get through the day and go to bed. What was supposed to be a relaxing getaway turned out to be a horrible nightmare, and she wished she was home, hugging her son.

"According to Walter's itinerary," Tim suddenly spoke as he pulled out a packet of papers, "the main part of the festival is tonight at Commons Beach, where a bunch of famous jazz musicians – like the Glenn Miller Orchestra – will perform for the audience. So…," Tim looked at his watch, "it's almost two…. We have dinner reservations under Walter's name at Christy Hill – a French restaurant at the beach at five, and," Tim flipped through the packet, "according to Walter's notes, Commons Beach is about an hour's drive, and then another four or five minutes by bus. He recommends leaving about 3:00 PM to account for uncalculated delays, but I don't think that's necessary. We can leave by 3:30 and still get there in plenty of time." Tim looked up from the itinerary and glanced at Paige. "What do you think?"

Paige bit her lip and stayed quiet for a moment. "If Walter suggests we leave at three, I think we should leave at three. He spent a lot of time working on that itinerary for us…, we should at least respect it."

"I guess," Tim shrugged and folded the packet back up before stuffing it into his large zipper pocket. "We should head back to the hotel then and change for dinner."

"Okay," Paige nodded quietly and followed Tim out of the bazaar, wishing she was somewhere else – anywhere else – instead.

…

After Tim exited the bathroom, finally, Paige slid off of her bed and grabbed her toiletry caddy after draping her bathrobe over her arm.

"No need to use the bathroom to change," Tim said suddenly as he gelled his hair. "I'm heading towards the lobby to check out the gift shop and get some coffee. I'll just wait for you down there."

"Okay." Paige nodded and waited a beat before adding, "I promise I won't make you wait as long this time."

"And I promise I won't be a dickhead about it if you do." Tim replied with a small smile. "This weekend is supposed be fun, and I shouldn't have assumed you were ready to take things to another level between us. Obviously you're still not over Walter, and I apologize for making you talk about your feelings for him earlier. It wasn't fair to force you into a conversation you obviously didn't want to partake in. So, again. I'm sorry." Tim offered her an innocent smile. "Do you think we could, I don't know, start over and actually enjoy this festival as friends rather than a couple?"

Paige exhaled quietly through her nose and dropped her shoulders. "Sure. Why not?"

"Great," Tim grinned. "I promise I won't be an ass tonight or for the rest of the weekend, and if you want to sleep in a different hotel room because you're uncomfortable being around me, that's fine. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. I've learned my mistake from last night very quickly so… if you're not ready for a relationship with me, that's cool. I can wait; I'm a patient guy."

Paige let out a soft chuckle, but her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Thanks."

Little did she know, Tim knew exactly why and decided he would do something about it.

~ SCORPION ~

Tim's POV

Tim wasn't an idiot. He knew, all along, that Walter was in Tahoe because what were the odds that someone else would own a dark blue Chevy Malibu with the same license plate number as Walter's? And who else would park their car with perfect line of sight to the window of the suite he and Paige were staying in? Not to mention who else would follow Tim and Paige around the godforsaken city and wear sunglasses inside a building?

Tim really liked Paige, but it was very obvious she didn't like him in the way he thought she did. Obviously she still loves Walter, and Walter clearly loves her. Why else would he follow them to Tahoe?

Tim exited the elevator and headed towards the lobby where he spotted the very person he wanted to see sitting down at the bar, fumbling with this phone. Tim dug deep into his pocket and pulled out the tickets to the Jazz Festival concert before slapping them down on the counter in front of Walter.

"Here. Take them."

Walter blinked for a moment and then turned towards Tim but didn't say anything.

"Paige only has eyes for you," Tim replied quietly, "and clearly, you're sulking – so take them because the last thing I want to do is be an ass stealing my employer's woman. If I had known you had feelings for her, I would have backed off because hitting on another's beloved is against my code."

Walter's eyes fell on the yellow tickets. "Are you sure?"

"They were yours to begin with, boss. And though she might not realize it, I know the only person Paige wants to be with – in any capacity – is you. Now if you have really figured out your feelings for her and don't want to return to LA without her, then you'll take those tickets, and you'll take Paige to that concert like a real man." Tim paused to add, "Go change and get your ass up to that beach. I'll drive Paige to the transit station and take her to the restaurant, but the rest is on you. I'm going to pretend to go to the restroom and then I'll leave, so you better be there or else I'll look like an ass for leaving a beautiful woman at a fancy restaurant."

Walter blinked again, but before the genius could say anything, Tim yanked him off of his barstool and gently shoved him towards the elevator. "You'll thank me later!"

And as Walter disappeared inside the elevator doors, Tim smiled and clapped to himself, very proud of his handiwork.

Happy and Cabe now owed him twenty bucks.

~ SCORPION ~

WriterFreak001:

Sorry it took so long. I kept changing the ending, but I like this one so much better for this chapter. ONE MORE CHAPTER TO GO! :)