Chapter 6: Forehead Kisses

Toby is naturally a very protective person. He can easily sense when someone is a threat, and he is quick to act. So when they are on a case and a LAPD officer starts hitting on Happy, there's no way Toby is letting it go any farther than that.

He knows Happy can take care of herself, but he can tell that this guy isn't taking her threats seriously. So he has a decision to make. He can either let Happy unleash her wrath on Captain Caveman, or he can intervene.

Like any logical thinker, he weighs the positives and the negatives. Watching him with Happy is eating him alive, but Happy might be upset if he takes action. After his lighting fast mind is done trying and failing to be logical, he acts on instinct. He leaves the box of the victim's belongings he was looking through and walked towards her. He was a safe distance away when he called for her. She was trying to find the detonator of the car bomb they were currently dealing with, and having an overly pushy police officer hovering over her was doing nothing but piss her off.

It may be an issue of national security and this idiot is trying to flirt with her.

So Happy gladly walked away from the car and closer to Toby.

"I'm going to kill him." Her fists were clenched tightly.

"He's overly aggressive and he covers up insecurities with arrogance. Something I will never understand, but nonetheless his aggression is no match for yours Princess."

She rolled her eyes and gave him a tiny smile.

"I stopped talking 10 minutes ago."

"I know, you're past the point of talking. You're ready to smash something. That's why I came over here. He's watching us like a hawk, so we will give him something to look at."

Before she knew what was happening, Toby was grabbing her hand and pulling her back towards the car.

"What a-"

"Let me take care of this." He whispered in her ear.

He almost lost Happy to an idiot they met on a case before, it absolutely was not happening again.

He marched up to the much taller and much more muscular man with Happy's hand in his.

"I don't believe we've met. Dr. Toby Curtis, genius psychiatrist."

Happy laughed quietly from beside him. He's such a show off.

He shook the officer's hand.

"Officer Johnson, LAPD."

Toby turned to face Happy.

"By the way, our victim has some sort of depression and possible anxiety. I can't tell any more than that just by his belongings, but we need to determine what, if anything, triggered his mental issues and go from there."

"Terrorists recruit a depressed guy to do their dirty work. Makes sense."

"I am going to go find Sylvester. Have fun with this." He gestured to the burnt and dismembered car.

"Oh I will." She had that gleam in her eye that only came from having a mechanical problem to solve.

"See you later Princess."

He grabbed her gently by the shoulders, pulling her close to him and kissed her forehead.

Toby walked away.

Officer Meathead seemed incredibly confused.

"Wait a minute. He found that he had mental issues just by looking through his house?"

Happy smiled.

"What part of genius psychiatrist didn't you understand?"

He walked away shaking his head.

Happy didn't see him again that day.

In the end, they discovered that the bomb was detonated remotely and there was no threat to national security, only a sadistic murderer with a flare for the dramatic.

Paige insisted that they cook dinner and eat together like a real family to celebrate a case well solved.

She sent Walter to pick up Ralph and took Sylvester with her to the grocery store.

She assigned Happy and Toby the job of setting the table and cleaning up the mess they made when a bet turned into a food fight that morning.

When everyone else was gone Happy marched herself over to Toby's desk. He was expecting the worst after his bold move earlier.

She jumped up and sat on the desk.

She didn't say anything for a while, she was just swinging her legs back and forth slowly and staring at the floor.

"Can I help you?" He asked to break the silence.

"Thanks for saving me from committing a murder today. Creep had one more chance to walk away before I kicked his ass."

She looked up at him.

"I would have been an accessory to said murder, so I was essentially saving myself."

She rolled her eyes.

"And my wiseass is back."

"Yours? Who said I was yours?"

"You. All the time."

"You got a point there."

"We have work to do."

She hopped off of his desk and started to walk away.

He grabbed her wrist and she turned back around.

"You're welcome Princess."

He kissed her forehead again and she realized something.

Forehead kisses are really underrated.

"Hurry up before I throw flour at you again. Its a good look for you by the way." He changed the subject.

"If that happens again the hat gets it."

"Noted. Now come help me."

"You started it. That means you clean it up."

She had him wrapped around her finger.

"If I clean up do I get a hug?"

"Are we in third grade?"

"Please?"

"You've already kissed my forehead twice today, why do you need a hug too?"

"That's a good point. Maybe I should save it for a rainy day. New deal, one hug now and one to be redeemed at some point in the future."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're an idiot?"

"You have. Every day."

She really didn't want to clean.

"Fine."

So she sat and watched him clean and set the table, and then they ate like the completely dysfunctional and incredibly intelligent family that they are.

Once everyone was gone, Happy walked almost all the way to the door.

Toby was waiting there for her.

He pulled her close to him like he had done earlier that day.

She wrapped her arms around him loosely, pretending to be disgusted.

She pulled away, but before she could get too far he planted another kiss on her forehead and ran out the door.

She just rolled her eyes and smiled. A real smile.

Yeah, forehead kisses are underrated.

But she just realized that Toby was too.

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