A/N: I'm back! I'm finally home, so I have internet once more. I'm going to apologize right now about any mistakes/confusing things in this chapter. I was getting it ready to post, but my document manager messed up and deleted the whole thing. I almost punched a wall, but instead I quickly rewrote it the best I could. So yeah. I hope everyone had a good Halloween. Also, I'm still on the fence with a sequel. I won't know if I'll be doing that until I'm nearly finished. I've started writing a new story as well, and I'll start putting it up When I finish this one. R&R and enjoy :)
Disclaimer- I don't own Scorpion, CBS and Walter O'Brien do
As soon as Cabe heard the three words he was hoping for, he called in a SWAT team. They piled into a van and rode quickly to the location. Once there, he led them out of the van and they gathered by the door. Gun drawn, he nodded to an agent who kicked the door open. The SWAT team stormed the warehouse.
Walter had fallen asleep soon after waking from unconsciousness. Now he was rudely awoken by Bones, who punched him in the gut. He coughed, sucking air in as he tried to keep himself from vomiting. The deep voice of Bones cut through the fog in his mind.
"You're friends are smart. Managed to find me. They think you're dead y'know. I can't have them thinking otherwise. As long as they think you're dead, they will slowly stop coming after me. If they find you're still kickin', then they won't stop 'til they get you. Now, don't get difficult, or your friends will walk in to see a body instead of an empty building." He threatened. Walter felt a twinge of something in his gut. Fear. He didn't fight as he was taken off the chains and dragged into the van with a bag over his head. It's not like he could anyway. The muscles in his arms ached, and his whole body throbbed. The car ride was rough and bumpy, but he really couldn't care less.
At a new warehouse, probably in another state, he was dragged to a corner and chained to the floor and wall. Shackles bit at his burning wrists and ankles. "You will stay here for now. At least until we get bored. You get in the way too much when we hang you from the ceiling." Bones snarled, before throwing stale bread and a nearly empty bottled of water at Walter. "Fuel up. We can't have you dying on us yet kid." With that, Bones left him alone in the dark.
"Clear." Agents from the SWAT team called out as they searched the warehouse. Cabe sighed, holstering his gun. He began looking around but found nothing. The warehouse had been wiped clean of evidence. It wasn't until he went outside and shone his flashlight on the ground that he found anything. Footprints led from the back door to the road then stopped. A vehicle had been there. He pulled fingerprints off the door and ordered the SWAT team to leave. Back at Homeland, forensics ran the prints. Cabe made a call after getting the results.
"Reed Stogan has made a run for it. I need you guys to track him." He told the team. There was the sound of something breaking in the backround. Geniuses and smashing coffee cups... There were voices in the backround, Toby talking to Happy. By the sounds of it, Happy was the one who had broken something.
"We're on it." Paige said on the other end, then hung up. Cabe stared confused at his phone, before tucking it away and finding his superior.
"Sir. Stogan got away. We found footprints and tire tracks, then we lifted some prints from the warehouse door. They were a match. I have the team tracking him via satellite." He said.
"Find Stogan and bring him in. Don't let him get away with killing one of my best assests." Merrick ordered before turning an leaving. Cane nodded at his superiors back before walking out of the building, getting in his car, and going home.
Back at the workshop, everyone was heading off. Paige went home to take care of Ralph, and Sylvester went to bed. That left Happy and Toby alone on the couch. With one look at the man next to her, Happy got up and grabbed two beers from the fridge. She handed one to Toby, who cracked it open and took a long swig. She sat down and cracked her own drink open, and drank half of it without stopping. Then she set the bottle down and wiped her face with her sleeve.
"It's hard to believe he's really gone." Happily broke the comfortable silence between herself and Toby. He nodded and took another drink. "One of us wouldn't be so bad, but Walter...He brought us all together. With him not here it's so different. And quiet." She said. Toby finished his beer and looked over at her.
"We have low EQs Happy. True it's hard to believe right now, but right now are minds are delaying the shock. Once our minds fully process this, it'll be much weirder. It's only been days. What about in a week, or a month?" He stood up and tossed his empty can in the sink. "Night Happy." He said over his shoulder, walking up the stairs. Happy watched him go, then finished her own beer. She headed upstairs and brushed her teeth before pulling on shorts and a tank top. Laying in bed, she thought about what Toby said as she drifted off.
