Disclaimer: I don't own Scorpion or the characters.

Author's Note: Thank you all once again for the comments, favorites and watches. We are finally getting into the letters that everyone has been curious about. I debated on what order I wanted to start off with only knowing that I wanted Paige's to be last. I then went back and watched a few episodes to clarify some details that will be included in the letters. Hope you enjoy.


The letters continued to stare up at the team from the coffee table, simultaneously drawing them in and repelling them in equal measure. The seconds of silence seem to drag on, pushing Cabe to his limits.

"Alright, that's it." Cabe huffed out, reaching forward to grab the letter with his name on it.

Settling back into his seat, Cabe examined the envelope while the team's attention latched onto his every move unbeknownst to him.

Cabe flipped over the envelope and opens the flap. He quickly pulls out the sheets of paper but in his haste a small object falls out and onto the man's lap.

Cabe picks it up to examine it. Eyebrows raised in surprise, Cabe stares down at an old keyboard key, faded a little yellow with time rather than the stark plastic white but the letter "C" can be clearly seen. Cabe continues his examination for a few more seconds before palming it and curling his fingers around it so he doesn't lose it and returns the to the papers in his other hand.

"Cabe,

If you are reading this than my plan to ensure you have delivered the letters has worked. I'm sorry for deceiving you but you were the only one I could trust to get them all to read my letters."

Cabe pauses and glances up. The team are still staring at him. Sitting straighter he barks out, "I'm not going to read this out loud, so stop watching me and read your own damn letters."

He waits until they have all grabbed theirs and have settled back into their seats. Satisfied, he pulls out the reading glasses he never wanted Allie to see him wearing so he could continue reading Walter's letter with squinting the entire time.

"I know you weren't expecting there to be a letter for you too and I'm sure if my instructions were followed and the letter to Centipede Partners was read first then you would want some answers. As I stated in that letter I've closed the garage. It was time to face facts that Scorpion is just no longer Scorpion. By the time you read this I'll have already spoken to the Homeland Director and would recommend that contract with Centipede and move you to them to be their liaison. You should be told officially on Monday regarding their decision.

I know I should have said something to you directly but as I began writing these letters I found myself better able to articulate my thoughts and feelings to each of you, well mostly anyways.

It may not come as a surprise to you, but I have looked up to you a great deal over the years, even the years we were apart, I still thought of you and not always in anger. Overall, I think of you as a father to me, what I feel for you is what I would liken to son who loves his father.

You know how much my father and I struggled to communicate. Every little thing I did or say seemed to upset him. As I think on it a bit more, I guess I could say my temper comes from him, that our reactions are alike. When I don't understand something, or someone does something illogical I get frustrated or angry. I even break things, mostly mugs but the occasional car too. Sorry, that was my attempt at humor.

When we met, it was… well it was hard to explain, but the comfort I felt having a father figure in my life who didn't try to change me but accepted me and encouraged me was and has been indescribable."

Taking a moment to clear his throat, Cabe tried to push the overwhelming feelings down and compose himself before continue reading. He was touched that Walter had opened himself up so much but was also in a bit of shock at the contents of the letter so far, after all this did not sound like the Walter he had just left or had been working with over the past month and had been worrying was reverting to the Walter of old. The two seemed like night and day based on this letter.

Taking a deep breath, Cabe looked at the others. Paige who had the largest envelope of the remaining ones had tears running down her face as she read her letter but did not appear to be having another break down, or at least he hoped not. He could see a second envelope on her lap that he assumed was for Ralph since his name had not been on any of the original envelopes.

Turning his attention to the couple on the couch, Toby looked perplexed as read, he seemed to be clutching something tightly in his fist. Cabe looked at this own hand still holding the keyboard key, before turning his attention back to the couple. Happy almost seemed catatonic. Was she even breathing? Before he could ask she turned the sheet she was reading to the back side and sucked in a deep breath of air, demonstrating without anyone asking that she was still alive and capable of breathing.

Finally, he turned his attention to Sylvester. Sylvester sat in his chair holding the still unopened envelope as though it were going to attack him. Cabe could see Sylvester warring with himself, looking torn between anger and fear over what was inside. Clearing his throat again and reaching over to grab Sylvester's attention. Cabe pointedly looked down at the letter in Sly's hands and then back to Sly. When still didn't move, Cabe rolled his eyes sternly tells Sylvester, "Read."

With a grimace and slumping a bit in his chair, Sylvester slowly opens his envelope and pulls out the letter.

Cabe seeing Sly finally doing as he was told turns his attention to his own letter. He thinks he's ready now he thinks to handle the rest of Walter's letter. He finds the spot where he left off and continues to read.

"During those early years before you were able to bring me to America, you helped me and taught me how to survive in a world that I don't think I'll ever truly understand or belong in, but still use my gifts to make it better. There have been times that you've tried to push to change me but even with those moments you were still one of the few who ever bothered to try to understand me.

The most important thing that you did for me as a child and it's something we never really spoke about then or since was the way you helped me when Megan first got sick. I remember feeling helpless and powerless. Worst of all, I was afraid I would lose the only person in my life who I felt truly loved me for who I was. My parents worried over Megan, money for medical bills, the farm and me. Well, my mother worried, my father just seemed angry all the time then. Looking back now, I think I can better understand my father and what he may have been feeling. As a father yourself, you may understand his actions and feelings even better.

One night Megan had a fever, the doctor thought she wouldn't survive. I couldn't and wouldn't accept that my sister wasn't going to live and ran to my room. I scoured the internet looking for anything to help Megan. I think that was the first time I ever went down the rabbit hole. I had no concept of time or how long I had been on the computer but suddenly my father burst through my bedroom door (it still doesn't shut properly) startling me, pulling me back enticement of the rabbit hole. He looked so angry, and he just stood there staring at me for the longest time not saying a word. I was so afraid he was going to tell me Megan had died but instead his face went dark, and he stomped over to me and grabbed my computer. I was too frozen to be able to do anything but watch as he thrashed it repeatedly on the floor before he finally chunked it out the open window, pieces flying all over the yard. He must have been saying something during that time but all I remember is a dull roar and a heavy weight fill me as I watched my last hope of being able to help Megan crumble in front of me.

Early that morning I snuck downstairs and called you and told you about Megan never once mentioning the computer. After hanging up with you, I quietly grabbed a flashlight and gathered up the pieces of the computer. Anything that I thought could still be used I saved, but my father had done a good job of destroying the computer and so most ended up as trash.

Two days later Megan was still weak but had survived the fever and you showed up on our front porch with a doctor beside you. As the doctor examined my sister and talked with my parents, you asked me to go on a walk with you. For hours we just walked, never saying a thing to each other the entire time. I can't tell you how much that helped me. You just gave me time, time to process, time to understand and all from a place of safety. You stayed two more days making sure Megan was feeling well enough, and before you left, you gave me a new computer saying that I needed an upgrade from the old one.

I don't know how you knew that I needed a new one, I didn't ask but I knew it wasn't for an upgrade. The keyboard key that is included with this letter was from that destroyed computer. I found it and a few other small parts three weeks after you left when helping to clean the yard.

I know that I've said talismans and tokens are a sign of weakness and I still believe that and while it doesn't make logical sense to me regarding my own behavior, this key was the first token I kept, with a bracelet of Megan's that I was supposed to help her find but never returned, following shortly after.

Actually, did you know that she stole that bracelet back from me while were in Bosnia on a case? She found it in a box in my loft and took it. She asked me, about why I kept it and I told her. She then threw down an alley behind the garage. She said to me, 'I don't want you to keep memories of me when I was sick. Let's make new ones while we still can, okay?'

The problem with her statement was that some of my favorite memories and moments with her was while she was sick. Usually when she was feeling well but I never forgot she was still sick. However, I understand what she meant and instead of taking her back to the hospital that night, I drove us to her favorite place, to the beach. We sat in sand and talked some but mostly we just enjoyed the sounds of the waves and watched as the sun came up.

Cabe, I'm so glad you and Allie have found each other. She is your sunrise, your chance for new memories. I know you won't forget your daughter, your ex-wife, and everything else that has made you into who you are now, but I want you to grab a hold of the new memories and moments that are coming. We both know how quickly they can be taken away.

Watch over the team for me. They ALL need a father too, and Cabe you are the best father anyone could ask for.

So, please go make new memories with the team while you still can, okay?

Thank you.

Sincerely,

Walter O'Brien (your son)"

Oblivious to the tears running down his face, Cabe set the letter in his lap and opened his left hand to stare at the key that Walter had saved all these years in memory of him.