Chapter 11

although it is short (And I am sorry) I was inspired, and figured it is better to upload something short than nothing at all while I wait for the rest to come. Thank you for all of the reviews. I would love to hear any ideas you may have for this story. Hoping you all are enjoying where this is going. Please R&R everyone!

"I'm Sorry Baby,

You Were the Sun and Moon to Me.

I'll Never Get Over You,

You'll Never Get Over Me."

-Above & Beyond "Sun And Moon"


"No" Walter said coldly, glaring at Toby.

"It's our only logical option Walt. What is with you?" Toby asked, growing frustrated with Walter's stubbornness.

"It's not safe!" Walter hissed, as he shoved his hands into his dark denim jeans. He continued to glare at the behaviorist, not backing down from his statement.

'Honestly Walter!" Toby started to yell, before he was interrupted by Paige, shoving her way in between the agitated pair, throwing her hands up in exasperation in the process.

"Stop it! Both of you!" Paige yelled, looking wildly at both flabbergasted men. "This is me we are talking about here!" She stated angrily. "I do get say in all of this." She added, looking openly at Walter when the words crossed her lips. "I'm going" she said softly, looking only at Walter with each word. Walter's face contorted into a mask of anger.

"No!" he bellowed, stepping closer to the liaison. His cheeks reddened from the raw emotions coursing through his veins. "I won't allow you." He said wildly. looking her in the eye to get his point across.

Paige's cheeks reddened as well, as her eyes filled with angry tears. "Don't. You. Dare. Walter O'Brien." She emphasized each syllable, her forceful voice barely above a whisper.

Walter O'Brien was grasping at straws. He needed her to stay, He needed her to be safe. But damn it! She wasn't listening to him. She was not understanding the pain it was causing him to think of her in there with Ciaran, used as a rouse just like when he was with Fatima. he couldn't handle her flirting with a potentially dangerous man, for the sake of the case. He could not hold himself responsible for what he would do if anything happened to her. He had to do something, and in that moment, he went with the first logical end-all that came to mind.

"I am your boss. Following my commands is in your best interest." He said cooly, trying not to let the words get under his skin. The moment they left his mouth, though, he regretted it. Paige's face crumpled, she looked hurt. She looked down at her feet, angrily swiping at her eyes as a few tears escaped.

"P…Paige.." Walter said softly, reaching out to her, his voice filled with remorse. She jolted away from his touch, looking up at him with a fiery resolve in her round, glistening, eyes.

"Don't touch me!" she spat, glaring at the beautiful man in front of her. She turned to Sylvester, and asked for a mic.

""Uhh….ermm…are…..are you uhh….sure…tha….that…" Sylvester tried. his eyes darting back and forth between the angry woman in front of him, and his fuming boss a few feet away. Paige just shook her head, leaning across Sylvester and swiping the ear piece of the desk, jamming the tiny piece of technology into her ear, before fluffing her hair and swinging the door of the van open, making a hasty exit.

"Paige!" Walter yelled at the retreating woman. "You get back here or I swear to—"

"That's enough O'Brien!" Cabe interrupted, clapping his hand hard on Walter shoulder. "Let the lady do her job." He added. "That is an order."

Walter roughly tore his shoulder out of Cabe's grasp, all the while glaring.

"She's going to do it whether you approve or not Walter. The best thing you can do now is support her while she is in there. Mission has begun, effective immediately. " Cabe stated. loud enough for the entire team. He then dropped his gravely voice, low enough for only Walter to hear. "You best be trying to make this up to her O'Brien. I see the way you two look at each other. She has eyes only for you. Now don't you dare screw up a damn good thing just for a bit of pride and a wild streak of jealously." He growled. "Or you mark my words O'Brien, I will kill you myself. You were raised better than that, kid."

Walter nodded, and dragged his finger through his curls, muttering to himself. He forcefully rubbed his eyes, before turning to the team. "Alright. Happy, I'm going to need you to enter the bar, try and get close to one of his friends. Sly, how is the equipment? I need video of that bar, stat! Toby. I need you to profile. you can watch the video with Sly. relay it all over to my COM, and I will be her ears. Cabe, you can scour for more evidence. maybe get the local PD and fill them in, in case we need back up."

Walter delegated his orders efficiently, giving everyone a job that best suited the needs of the case. He sighed to himself, starting to jam the ear piece into his ear. In mere seconds he would be hearing her voice again…only, he didn't know how she would be reacting to his.

"Toby" Walter called out, looking over his shoulder to his friend. "I..uh..I apologize for my irrationality. I was wrong and I acknowledge that fact." He said sincerely.

Toby nodded his head at his friend, "s'alright" he quipped, his eyes never leaving the screen, watching as Happy wrapped her arms around a tall Irish man, standing at the bar next to Paige and Ciaran.

With a deep breath, Walter opened his mouth, ready to direct Paige in the mission, and help in any way that he could.