A/N: Chapter 4. A nice long chapter this time. Sorry about all the short ones, I've just been undecided about Walter's fate. I have an idea of what I'm going to do now. If you have any suggestions for Walters fate, please tell me. I don't want to do this in a way every one hates. I'll start putting in some Happy/Toby and Paige/Walter but won't go too deep with that unless someone says they want that. I won't be able to post until next Tuesday (6 days), I am going somewhere with no internet :( I hope you like it, R&R, and try to give me some recommendations. Thanks
_Disclaimer: Scorpion isn't mine, it's CBS
Walter was rudely awakened from his painful sleep by a hard kick in the ribs. The force rolled his small frame over, and he curled in on himself, gasping at the pain as he rolled onto his bad shoulder. He put a hand up to the shoulder, holding it so it wouldn't hurt so much. The other hand covered the bloody graze from the bullet the day before. Someone roughly yanked him up by the back of his shirt, so he fought to open his eyes. Immediately he recognized the gang from the bridge. "We're not done yet, WALTER." The gang leader stressed the name, flaunting that he knew it. A sharp sting from a tazer bit the back of Walter's neck, rendering him immobile. With that, the gang dragged the catwalk and threw him in their car, which was parked under one end of the bridge, and drove off to who-knows-where.
The team walked into the Homeland Security base, taking in their surroundings. It was huge. A giant, complex building with different sections. They did calculations as they followed Cabe, successfully pushing Walter's death from the front of their minds. Just like he'd want them to. Cabe led them to a string of interrogation rooms, putting one person in each one. Director Merrick came in with an agent, and the case began.
Agent Mack Fitzsimmons made his way into the first room. A man, about 30, sat at the table. He wore a beat-up old hat, and was staring at Mack in an assessing way. Uncomfortable, the federal agent took a seat, opening up a thin file. He had been working at his desk when Director Merrick came up and handed him the file. Now he was supposed to question the people who witnessed the death of Walter O'Brien, one of the smartest people in the world. Sadly, it was Walter's team he was questioning. Clearing his throat, he looked up and began.
"Mr. Curtis, I understand you worked with Mr. O'Brien?" Toby nodded. Mack jotted down some notes. "Okay. Can you tell me exactly what happened?" He asked. Toby looked down at the table, before beginning.
"We were walking across the Bridge downtown. Paige had us stop to look at the sunset. While we were doing that, some gang came up behind us, and the biggest guy, the leader, pulled out a gun and pit it against Paige's head. When she tensed up, we knew something was wrong. So we all turn around, and theres a group of five guys. He asks if Happy and Paige wanted to 'have a little fun' with him. Neither of them even said anything. After that the guy flipped a lid and his group attacked us. Sylvester stole his attackers gun, and he could barely hold the thing. The guy ran, and Sylvester chucked the gun in the water. My attacker grabbed my neck, but I did some snappy-thingy Walter taught me. Disorientates you a bit. The guy got nauseous and dropped me before taking off. Happy took out her attacker easily, she's good in combat. Then she helped Paige with her attacker. During all of this, the big guy was after Walter. Walter punched him a few times, but he isn't good at combat. Soon enough this gang leader had his stupid meaty hands around his neck, before-" He stopped for a second. "THROWING HIM OVER THE SIDE OF THE GOD DAMN BRIDGE TO 'TEACH US A LESSON'!" Toby ranted. He was standing now, pacing back and forth with a distraught look on his face. Mack took this as his cue to leave.
"Alright. Thank you for your help Mr. Curtis." He said, quickly getting out of the room. He met eyes with Director Merrick, who looked dead serious. He hadn't been kidding when he said these people were different. With a sigh, Mack stepped into the next room.
This room held a larger man with glasses. He was nervously tapping his finger on the table. Mack made a note of this. Sitting down, he looked through his file, finding the name of his next witness.
"Mr. Dodd?" Mack said. Sylvester looked up, but didn't speak. Mack made another note. "Can you tell me what happened?" He asked lightly. Sylvester was wide-eyed in fear, but complied.
"We were on the, uh, bridge downtown. Um, Paige had us looking at the sunset. Some guys came up behind us, and put their gun against Paige. He wanted Paige and Happy, but they didn't go with him, so they attacked. I took a guy's gun, and um, he ran. I threw the gun in the water. Then I didn't see much, until one guy picked Walter up by the neck and um..." He paused. "Threw him off the bridge." He finished, mumbling. Mack wrote this down.
"Okay. Do you remember what this man looked like?" Mack asked, remembering he had neglected to ask his last witness after they 'blew up'. Sylvester shook his head.
"No. I can only memorize words. Walter, was the one with photographic memory." Sylvester told him. Mack wrote more notes before standing.
"Thank you for your help Mr. Dodd." With that he left the anxiety ridden man in the room by himself. Quickly he went to the next room. A young blond woman sat at the table, staring at the wall with her fingers laced together. Mack sat down an opened his file once more.
"Ms. Dineen." He said, pulling her out of her mind. She smiled and greeted him with a hello, and he decided she was normal. It saddened him that her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Can you tell me what happened?" He asked softly. Paige smiled, eyes sparkling with tears.
"We were all walking across the bridge. I saw the sunset, it was so beautiful. I stopped the team, told them to look at it. They say that those with a high IQ have low EQ. That's somewhat true. Except for Sylvester, he has too much EQ. Anyway, I knew they liked it. It was so great. But then, I felt something cold on the back of my head. I tensed up. The others noticed, and we all turned around. There was a gang. The leader 'asked' Happy and I if we wanted to 'have a little fun'. Neither of us did anything. Then he got angry, and his gang attacked. Toby held his own okay, Sylvester managed, Happy was fine, she even helped me. Not Walter though. That guy, he picked Walter up by the neck like he was 10 pounds. Then just- threw h-im." Her words broke at the end, emotion catching up. Tears spilled down her face now, and she wiped at them with the back of her hand. Mack pulled a tissue out of his pocket and gave it to Paige.
"Do you remember what this man looked like?" Mack asked. Paige shook her head.
"I only know he was tall, over 6 feet. He was really big as well, with dark colored clothes." Paige informed, clearing up the mascara that had smeared on her face. Mack noted her information then stood up.
"Thank you for your help Ms. Dineen." He left the room, walking into the last one. A young woman with dark hair sat slumped in the chair, one knee resting against the table and the other leg straight under the table. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she appeared deep in thought. Mack made his way over, sitting in the empty chair. He opened his file and found the name of his last witness.
"Ms. Quinn?" Happy snapped our of her trance, turning her steely gaze on Mack. He wanted to run out of the room, but instead stayed and did his job. "Can you tell me what happened." He asked. Happy sat still and silent before shifting in her chair to to sit 'correctly'.
"We were going across the bridge downtown. Paige stopped us to look at the sunset. Before we know it she has a gun to the back of her head and there are five guys behind us. The leader wanted to have some fun with Paige and myself. We ignored him. He got angry, and his gang attacked. Sylvester scared his attacker off when he stole the guys gun. Toby managed himself. I took care of my attacker okay, then helped out Paige. Walter had the big guy though. While we were all fighting our own guys I saw him get in a few punches, but that guy was too much bigger. He pulled a gun and shot Walter in the side, distracting him enough to get up close. Before we know it he has Walter by the neck, and he throws him over." Happy finished. Mack was interested now. No one else had mentioned Walter getting shot.
"Ms. Quinn. No one else from your team mentioned Mr. O'Brien getting shot. How did you know?" Mack asked.
"They're in shock, all of us are. It makes sense for us to forget." She responded evenly. Writing more notes, he moved on.
"Do you remember what the gang leader looked like?" Happy froze, totally still, eyes unblinking as she stared at the table.
"Long dark hair, about shoulder length. Handlebar moustache, dark brown eyes, two inches apart. Straight teeth, very yellow. Square jaw, somewhat defined cheekbones. Very muscular, probably around 200lbs. Roughly 6'4." Happy explained thoroughly. Mack's eyebrows went up as he wrote all this down.
"And how do you know all this?" He asked, confused. Happy sighed.
"I have a sort of eidetic memory. I remember it clearly." She confessed. Mack wrote this down, and couldn't stop the pang of sorrow he felt for Happy. To have not only seen someone so close to you be thrown to their death, but to remember it clearly. That was rough. He stood up, backing away as Happy stood. "I'm going now." She stormed out the door. Mack shrugged and walked out, giving his file to Merrick and getting the heck out of dodge.
Cabe collected the team and got them out to the car. It had gone well, and from the looks of it, they were about to catch a killer. At least that's what they hoped.