Chapter 4: The Wedding Planner

Toby and Happy meet with a wedding planner, but it doesn't go the way they were expecting.

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"Are you two ever going to start planning your wedding?" an exasperated Paige asked, sitting down in a chair near the couch.

Toby stopped what he was doing and looked up from his position on the couch. He was sitting at one end, a book in one hand, his other mindlessly massaging Happy's head. She was laying across the couch, her head in Toby's lap, working on a piece from Sly's drone, but she didn't move her gaze from the job in front of her.

"What do you mean?" she asked, still distracted by the piece in her hands, "We just got engaged."

Paige sighed, "Two months ago, Happy. You got engaged two months ago."

Happy stopped her work, a frown crossing her face. She shifted her head to look up at Toby who looked down and nodded in confirmation, mouthing, "It's been two months." Shifting again, she looked over at Paige.

"I didn't realize. We've just been so busy lately." She sighed and looked up at Toby, "I guess we better start figuring things out."

"We talked about it," Toby tried to reassure Paige, "We've made a few decisions."

Happy's eyes widened, followed by the furrowing of her brow, "What are you talking about?"

It was Toby's turn to sigh in exasperation, "When we were at the diner the other day, we started talking about where to have it at."

"You mean the day Walter called us and we had to leave before our drinks even got there?"

Toby laughed, "Oh yeah, we were going to talk about it though." He went quiet for a few seconds then snapped his fingers, "What about the time we were driving to - wait, Cabe called and wanted me to profile a suspect." He bit his lip, "I know we've talked about things though. Like just last week, we were laying in bed and we started talking about flowers and-"

Happy laughed, interrupting him, "And we got distracted pretty quickly."

He smirked, obviously proud of himself, "Oh yeah, but that was fun. I still can't believe that we had nev-"

"Okay, that's enough," Paige said loudly, crinkling her nose, "I guess it's safe to say that you two have had things come up and you haven't had time."

Happy sighed, "I guess so. I blame your boyfriend."

Paige shrugged noncommittally, "He likes to keep us busy."

"In the last two months, we've been out of the country more than we've been in it," Toby complained.

"We're needed. There's not much he can do about that," Paige defended him.

"If we're ever going to get married, we're going to have to figure it out, even with hectic our schedules," Happy said quietly.

Toby smiled down at her and set his book down, "Well, there's no time like the present. Where do we start?"

As Paige squealed in excitement, Happy groaned and rolled her head to bury it in Toby's lap. "I don't know I've never done this before."

Toby rubbed her back and chuckled. He looked up at Paige and noted that she had a strange smile on her face. He cocked his head at her questioningly.

"Lucky for you that you have me. I have a friend, a former sorority sister, who is a wedding planner." She handed Toby a business card for Gould Wedding Designs. "I've set up an appointment with her for you two tomorrow morning. And I already told Walter to give you the time off."

Happy looked at Paige, doubt written across her face, "A wedding planner? Seriously? I don't know about this Paige."

Paige's smile fell just a little, "Trust me. She's there to help you, especially with how busy our job keeps us. Just give her a chance."

Happy looked back up at Toby, her face full of apprehension. He smiled gently at her and pushed a few strands of hair off her face. "It couldn't hurt," he said to her quietly, "We don't know what the hell to do."

Happy sighed and turned her head back to Paige, "Alright, we'll meet her."

Paige stood up with another squeal and clapped her hands, "Great! I really think you'll like her. She's really good at what she does. I promise you won't regret this."

Toby laughed, "I hope so. Thanks, Paige."

"No problem," she said patting his shoulder as she walked by, "I'll let you get back to whatever it is you were doing then."

As soon as she was out of ear shot Happy sat up, her body turned towards Toby, "Are you sure about this, Doc? Letting someone we don't know figure out our wedding?"

He took her hand and squeezed, "No, I'm not sure about this, but we don't have to use her. We're just meeting her tomorrow, that's it. Paige did this for us, so it's the least we can do." Leaning in, he brushed his lips against hers, "Besides, even if we don't like her, it'll at least give us a starting point to figure out what to do."

Cupping his face, she kissed him again, "Okay, I'm trusting you on this one."

He pecked her lips one more time, "Wise choice, my dearest." He looked at his watch and stood up, offering his hand to Happy, "The workday is almost over, what do you say we blow this popsicle stand and go get a drink? We can start preparing ourselves for tomorrow."

"Make it a few drinks and you've got a deal," she said with a smile, falling in step with him.

"Deal," he laughed, "We have to enjoy our last night together before the wedding craziness takes over our lives. Pretty soon we'll be up to our eyes in colors and invitations and flowers and who knows what else."

Happy groaned, "I'm starting to regret saying yes to your proposal."

"Now don't lie. I know that's not true."

She stared at him and asked in a serious tone, "Do you?"

Toby stopped in his tracks. "Yes," he said slowly, like he was really thinking it through. "I mean, of course, you want to marry me. Right?"

Happy shrugged as she got in the car, "I guess we'll find out."

"Happy," he said with a whine in his voice, "don't do this to me. I love you, you love me, we're-"

"A happy family?" she finished with a laugh, pulling out of the parking lot.

Toby joined in with her laugh, "Okay, I'll admit, that was a good one." He took her hand and asked her in a serious voice, "But you want to get married, right? I'm not pressuring you into this, am I?"

"Oh my god, Toby, you're serious," Happy exclaimed, pulling the car over with a squeal of the tires.

He nodded, a fearful look covered his face.

She grabbed his other hand, "Yes, Toby, I want to marry you. I wanted to marry you over a year ago and I want to marry you now. I thought you knew I was kidding."

Toby shrugged and kissed the back of her hand, "I just don't want you to do this only because you know I want this. I want you to want this too."

Happy leaned over the console and kissed him, "I do. I'm not excited about the whole craziness that's coming up, but I'm excited for the end. If I complain, don't think it means I don't want to get married, because I do."

He smiled and laughed nervously, "Good, just checking."

"Don't ever doubt my feelings for you, Doc," she whispered, pulling back out on the road.

"I don't," he said firmly, "I just doubted if you wanted to actually get married. Can you blame me? It's been two months and all we've decided on was that we're not eloping. You don't seem all that interested in making plans. And you forgot how long ago I proposed - you don't forget anything."

Happy sighed, but sounded frustrated, "I guess I can understand that, but things have been crazy lately around here. I've never planned a wedding before, I don't know what the timelines are for these things. And before you, I never would've gotten married for love, so your doubts about me make sense. But I want this, Toby. I really do," she took a deep breath, trying to control her temper that had suddenly flared, "and now that we know I do, we can forget about this incident tonight. Pretend it didn't ever happen."

Toby reached out and squeezed her thigh, "I love you."

"And I love you, you big dummy," she growled out, anger in her voice.

After a few minutes of silence, Toby cleared his throat, "Uh, Hap? You just missed the turn for the bar."

Happy rolled her eyes, "We're not going to the bar."

"Then where are we going?"

"Home," she answered sharply.

"Why?" he asked cautiously. He was afraid of her when she was quiet and fuming like this.

"Because at home we have beer and our bed."

"But we're not going to the bar, why?"

Happy sighed again, annoyed that Toby wasn't picking up on what was happening, "Because apparently I have to show you how much I want to marry you."

"Oh," Toby said with a grin, waggling his eyebrows, "angry sex. I should make you mad more often. I like it when you're like this."

She groaned, "Oh would you just shut up, you idiot."

He laughed, but to Happy's surprise, he did just that.

"Toby, I don't think I can do this," Happy whispered, stopping him from entering the coffee shop where they were supposed to meet one Kelly Gould, Paige's friend.

Toby turned, putting both his hands on her shoulders, "Hap, baby, it's not that big of a deal. She's just a wedding planner." He kissed her forehead, "Come on, you've tackled crazy bad guys before. I think you can handle one woman."

She took a deep breath, "It's not that, Doc. I don't like talking and she's going to want to know about what I like and don't like. She's a wedding planner, I'm an engineer. We don't like the same things. Hell, I'm not even sure what type of flowers I like, let alone what table setting I want."

"It's not about her, sweetheart, it's about us. Who cares if she doesn't like what you like."

Happy looked at him desperately, "But she'll want me to talk. Talk about things that I don't want some random person knowing. I hate talking, especially about myself."

Toby pulled her into his arms, kissing the top of her head, "You talk to me."

"That's different," she said, her voice muffled by his chest, "You're my fiancé. I don't mind talking to you."

"Now," he laughed.

She chuckled with him, "Now. You became so annoying, that I had no choice but to give in and talk to you."

He pushed her back and leaned down so he was eye level with her, "I promise you, Hap, I won't make you do this by yourself. I'll do all the talking if you want. Just try to be nice, this is Paige's friend." He paused, then added, "But still be yourself. I want a wedding that's us, not some alternate version of us, okay?"

Happy nodded in resignation and stepped into him again, wrapping her arms around his waist, "Okay, I can do this. It's no big deal."

"Exactly," Toby murmured, starting to sway with her still in his arms.

After a few seconds, and a couple weird looks from people passing by, Happy pushed him back, "That's enough, Doc. Let's get this over with." She took a step towards the door grumbling under her breath, "But why did we have to meet here, in Beverly Hills? We don't fit in here."

Toby laughed and opened the door for her, "Beats me. I just hope I can afford a coffee here."

They stepped inside and were immediately met with the strong aroma of coffee and fresh baked pastries. Normally, that was a comforting smell, but to Happy not even that could calm her nerves. She wasn't looking forward to hearing yet another person tell her what she liked was wrong, what she did wasn't proper. She had heard it all her life. Her life was finally going right; she had a family, someone who loved her unconditionally, and she loved her work. Because of that, her past was starting to become just that, her past. And she feared that this meeting, this appointment with a woman who society considered a proper woman, would turn into her younger years all over again, where Happy was made to feel bad about what she did or didn't like. She'd had enough of mean girls in her life, she didn't need another one. She loved what she did, was always proud of her work and what she could accomplish, but eventually, even the strongest person would get worn down and start wondering why they weren't normal after hearing comment after comment from people like that. She hated that feeling and never wanted to experience it again. But stepping into this coffee shop, she couldn't help but think that was what awaited her.

Toby, sensing how uncomfortable Happy was, placed his hand on her back and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Don't worry, Hap. I love you." He smiled down at her when she looked up at him. Kissing the top of her head, he murmured, "Whatever you want, baby, that's what we'll do. And it'll be perfect, just like you."

Happy nodded and steeled her emotions - she could do this. Stepping up to the counter, she placed the order for both her and Toby; she had a feeling they would need the fortification. After getting their order, they looked around for the wedding planner. She was easy to spot with her bleached blonde hair, pink and gold laptop, and stacks of magazines. Happy groaned silently as they made their way over to her. Toby chuckled, obviously not surprised by what he saw, based on what they had found out that morning.

Toby caught Happy hacking Kelly Gould's records that morning, preparing herself for the meeting. Happy didn't even try to hide it when Toby walked in; instead, she gestured to the empty chair beside her so he could sit. They looked through pages of pictures of weddings she had planned, impressed by some, not so much by most. They laughed while looking at her college transcripts - not surprised by her mediocre grades in easy classes, especially given the pictures they found from her sorority days. They had even hacked her cloud to get a better feel for what she was like. Toby had easily profiled her from this; a woman who's life revolved more about looks and success than forming real connections with people. Her days were planned meticulously, never a spare moment in her day. Toby had been surprised that she even agreed to meet them. Based on what her life was like and the clientele she had, Happy and Toby did not fit. In fact, they were the types of people she would normally turn her nose up at.

"Excuse me," Toby said, far too quietly than normal, as they stopped by the table.

Kelly briefly looked up from her laptop, a disgusted look on her face. "These seats are saved. I'm meeting a couple any moment now," she said brusquely, looking back down at her work.

Happy had to force herself to not turn around and walk out the door. She already didn't like the lady and didn't want to waste her time. But Toby's hand on her back kept her in place. Toby took a deep breath and pasted his shrink smile on his face.

"I think we're the couple. Kelly Gould, I'm presuming," he tried again, his voice sugary sweet. A voice, Happy noted, he only used when he was annoyed, but was trying hard not to offend anyone.

Kelly looked up slowly, surprise covering her face. A slight blush rose on her cheeks as she stood. "I'm sorry about that. I just -" she cleared her throat, "You're not what I was expecting. Paige told me I was meeting with an engineer and a doctor and I just thought-" she trailed off, obviously embarrassed by her earlier actions.

Happy looked over at Toby and then down at herself. They definitely didn't fit in with what Kelly was expecting. Toby had on his ever present hat with jeans, a t-shirt, and chucks. And Happy was dressed like normal. It hadn't even crossed her mind to dress any different. She stifled a laugh - Kelly Gould was expecting a sophisticated, high class doctor and engineer, not what stood in front of her at the moment. Why they met in Beverly Hills suddenly made sense.

Toby forced out a laugh, "And right she was. Doctor," he gestured to himself and then over at Happy, "and engineer."

Happy forced a tight lipped smiled her way and rocked back on her heels, keeping her hands clenched tight in fists. This was not going well.

Toby held out a hand, "Dr. Tobias M. Curtis, nice to meet you. And this is my fiancée, Happy Quinn."

Kelly blinked, still too surprised to form words. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Kelly reached out her hand and shook Toby's, followed by Happy's. "Right, it's nice to meet you too. Please pardon my behavior, you two were a surprise. From what I had heard from Paige-"

"We get it," Toby interrupted her, shrugging his shoulders, "Don't worry about it. How about we just get started?"

Kelly nodded quickly and took a seat, "Please sit."

Toby pulled out the chair for Happy. He brushed his fingertips across the back of her neck, helping her to relax just a bit. She shot him a small smile as he sat down. Underneath the table, she reached out and grabbed his hand, interlocking their fingers, needing that connection at the moment.

Kelly handed them each a folder. Inside were contracts, lists, pictures, and business cards, "Alright," she started nervously, "this folder has everything you two might need. You don't have to look through it now, but in your own time. A little bit about myself - I've been doing this for 6 years now and have helped to plan almost any type of wedding you could imagine. Before I started my own business, I worked directly with some of the top planners in the city. Because of that, I've made several connections, which allows you to get pretty much anything you want. A custom dress? I know three of the best designers. A ceremony on an estate? I regularly meet with owners of some of the most gorgeous estates here in California. Anything you want, I can make it happen."

Happy's eyes widened and her grip on Toby's hand tightened as she listened to the lady ramble on. She honestly had no idea what was going on - custom dresses? Estates? Whatever happened to simple? That's all Happy really wanted. A simple wedding with those closest to them. At the end of the day, all that mattered was marrying Toby.

Kelly clasped her hands together, "Well now that you know a little about what I do, let's get started. First off, how did you two meet?"

"Work," Happy said unenthusiastically.

Kelly forced a smile on her face, "That sounds romantic. Was it love at first sight?"

Toby and Happy shared a smile before laughing lightly together.

"For me, yes it was," Toby said through his laughter, "but for Hap here-"

Happy rolled her eyes, "It took a little while for me to get to the same place, but we got there." She turned to Toby and smirked, "And that doesn't mean I didn't feel something when we first met, but you were engaged at the time."

Toby placed his arm on the back of Happy's chair, running his fingers over her shoulder. He leaned over and kissed the side of her head, "The best day ever was when I met you."

A real smile came over Kelly's face, "That's so sweet."

Happy turned back to Kelly and let a small glare come over her face, she didn't like other people gushing about her relationship with Toby, "Sure, whatever. Uh, can we just get back to this? I have other things I need to do today."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, of course," Kelly murmured, taken back by Happy's words, "Tell me about yourselves."

"Is that really necessary?" Happy questioned, "This is just a wedding. You don't need to get to know us."

Kelly gasped and reached out to pat Happy's hand laying on the table, "Just a wedding? No, honey, this is not just a wedding. This is so much more. It's a beautiful time in your life to celebrate your love for one another. If you wanted just a wedding, then go to the courthouse." She rolled her eyes and said in a condescending voice, "And to answer your first question, sweetie, yes, I do need to know about you so I can plan a wedding that's tailored to your liking."

Happy pulled her hand back angrily, "Listen, lady-"

"There's not too much to tell," Toby interrupted her, trying to keep the peace, squeezing her hand tightly, "Our lives pretty much revolve around work and each other. When we get the chance, we like going to the beach or go hiking. Sometimes we find ourselves at museums. And we really like cooking shows," he laughed, looking towards Happy to continue.

Happy sighed and realized she'd have to talk, "Uh, we are rebuilding a doll house too, in our spare time. And we're pretty close with our coworkers, so we spend a lot of time with them. Doc, here, loves to read and is way too good at reading people."

Kelly shifted under Toby's stare.

Toby smirked, "And Happy? Well, Hap can pretty much build or fix any machine out there."

Kelly nodded and wrote down a few notes, "That's a start, but I'll definitely have to learn more along the way. But right now, I think we should start going over any ideas you might have."

Happy took a sip of her coffee and sank back against the chair. The hard part was over. How hard could it be making a decision about what she liked?

"First, what were you thinking about cost? 50? 60? Even 70?"

"50, 60, 70, what? Hundred?" Happy asked.

Kelly sighed, "Thousand."

Toby, who had just taken a sip from his cup, choked, spewing coffee all across the table, covering, not only their folders, but Kelly's pristine, light pink silk shirt. She jumped up quickly with a yelp as Toby tried to control his coughing. Happy quickly helped to clean up.

"I'm sorry," he managed to get out between coughs, "but I thought you just said thousand. As in 50 thousand dollars."

Kelly looked up from cleaning herself up, annoyed. She gave a little huff, "That's what I said. Clients come to me who are successful in their lives, like you two. $50,000 is the cheapest wedding I've planned. A wedding is not a time to be cheap."

Happy stared at her, "What is it that you think we do exactly?"

"Paige told me that you two work in a successful company that contracts out to whoever may need your help."

Happy looked up to the ceiling and groaned. It was just like Paige to make it sound better than it really was. Toby, who had finally stopped coughing, started laughing.

"Obviously, you didn't ask any more questions," he commented, "We work as contractors to the government, mostly. We work in an old garage with four other people. We don't even come close to making a living like a high end private practice shrink or high-skilled engineer in a company would make."

"Oh," Kelly muttered quietly, once again blushing, "I had just assumed from what Paige had said..."

Happy nodded, "Paige always builds us up. That's her job."

"Well," Kelly said slowly after clearing her throat, "for Paige, I'm sure we could work this out, plan a smaller, less expensive wedding. We can figure out the logistics of it later. Let's just get on to the fun stuff."

"I don't know," Toby said hesitantly, glancing over at Happy. She looked nervous, playing with her fingers.

"I promise you, I will fit with whatever budget you give me. Paige was always so kind to me in college, I owe her this," Kelly tried to convince them.

Sighing, Happy gave in, "Okay, we'll think about it. Let's hear what ideas you have."

Nodding, Kelly opened her notebook, "Do you have a date in mind? What about June? June weddings are always so romantic."

Toby glanced at Happy who shook her head almost imperceptibly. "Actually, I don't think we like June for a wedding."

Kelly looked offended, "Why? Everyone loves June weddings. I personally think it's the best time of the year to get married."

"It's too hot," Happy grumbled, "I think I like the idea of a spring or fall wedding."

"Fall can be nice," Kelly agreed, "We could come up with a very nice wedding for next fall."

Toby shook his head, "No, I don't want to wait that long."

"Well, this fall is only a couple months away. I don't think that's enough time."

"She's right, Tobes," Happy said, "I don't want to rush the planning. What about spring? Sometime in April?"

"I like April," he smiled and turned to Kelly, "Sometime in April, preferably the end of April."

"That gives us about 9 months to plan," she mused quietly, "That's doable." She looked up from her notebook, "So colors? Since it's spring, pastels are always a nice choice - soft pink, light blue, creamy yellow."

Happy crinkled her nose in disgust and shook her head quickly, "No, no way in hell we're doing colors like that."

Kelly sighed in frustration, "Well, what about ivory? It's such an elegant color. And goes well with just about everything."

Happy let out a harsh laugh, "Do we look like an elegant couple to you?"

She gave the couple a disapproving look, "Right now, no, you don't. But with a little work, you two could be very elegant."

"That's not very nice," Toby exclaimed.

Closing her eyes, Kelly was silent for a few seconds, "I'm not trying to be mean. I'm trying to help you plan a wedding. So let's try this again, what colors do you like?"

Happy shrugged, "I don't know. I wear a lot of black and-"

"You sure as hell can't have black as your wedding color," Kelly burst out.

"And why not? If I want to, I can do it," Happy retorted.

"Black is not a wedding color, it's a color for a funeral. But you know what? That's just another thing we can figure out later."

"Agreed," Toby said quickly, wanting desperately to keep things calm.

"Flowers," Kelly said, trying to find a subject they could agree on, "have you thought anything about flowers?"

"I think I like wildflowers," Happy said quietly, thoughtfully, after a few seconds of silence.

Kelly rolled her eyes and snarked, "Of course you do."

Happy furrowed her brow, "What does that mean?"

Sighing, Kelly spoke to her as if she were talking to a five year old, "It means I'm not surprised that someone like you would like wildflowers. You have that type of personality. Of course you wouldn't like roses or peonies or tulips."

"I never said that," Happy said, raising her voice, "I just said that I think I like wildflowers best."

Toby placed his hand on Happy's thigh, trying to keep her calm.

"We have time to figure that out too, I guess," Kelly said sharply. "What about where to get married? Do you have any ideas about that?" She smiled tightly at the couple, "A farm perhaps? That would fit in with wildflowers."

Happy clenched her fist, "Why would two city people want to get married on a farm? That's just stupid."

"I don't know, I'm trying to figure out what you like, but you keep shooting down every idea I have."

"I don't know what I like, but I do know what I don't like and everything you've said isn't us."

And that went on for the next half hour; Kelly and Happy butting heads about every single thing mentioned. Kelly wanting to make the wedding fancy and what she considered elegant, while Happy wanted something completely different. They were starting to get looks their way as voices raised. And Toby had had enough of it. He couldn't sit back and watch this battle any longer.

"Well what do you want?" Kelly asked, throwing her hands up.

Happy hit the table in front of her, "I don't know. Isn't that what you're here for, to help us figure it out? I-"

He rubbed Happy's shoulder and interrupted the rant she was about to go on, "Happy, my love, can you go get me a scone?"

She turned to him and growled, "You have two legs, go get your own."

"Happy, just go get me the damn scone," he said through gritted teeth, squeezing her shoulder tightly.

She huffed, but got up anyways and stalked away.

Kelly sighed and sank back in relief, "Thank god she's gone. How do you put up with that all the time?

Toby glared at her and responded harshly, "Hey, that's my fiancée you're talking about, watch it. You might think she's bad, but I can be worse. I better never hear anything about her again, got it?"

Kelly nodded with wide eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry, but this is the most frustrating appointment I've ever had. You guys don't know what you want. Why are you even here?"

Toby ran his hands through his hair, "Honestly, we just met you as a favor to Paige." He glanced behind him at Happy who was playing with something on her phone. Toby turned back to Kelly and leaned over the table to get as close as possible to her, "I don't think this is going to work, you don't get us, we don't get you, and frankly, I don't want to work with you, you're over priced and not all that great."

Kelly gasped, "Dr. Curtis, I take offense to that. I'm a very sought after wedding planner. You should consider yourself lucky to even have this meeting with me."

Toby rolled his eyes and leaned back, "I could care less about how popular you are with other people. They obviously don't care about having their choices taken away from them. You plan what you want, not what they want." He smirked at her and crossed his arms across his chest, Dr. Toby was in the office now, "It's clear to see that you use this job as a safety net because of your fear that you won't ever get married. You plan other weddings because you don't think you'll ever get to plan your own - which is why you get so offended when we don't agree with you." He stood up, "Most likely you went through a bad breakup, college I'm guessing, and you let your fear that you'd forever be alone grow, leading you to pursue a career in planning weddings. If you couldn't have one of your own, you'd plan it for other people. Fear makes people do strange things, especially while at such an impressionable age." He glanced behind him and saw Happy was almost at the counter, "To be honest, with how you act, how desperate you are, I'll be just as shocked as you if you ever get married. And on that note, I'll be leaving you. Trust me, we won't be hiring you." With that, Toby tipped his hat at her and walked over to Happy.

"What's going on?" Happy asked after Toby leaned down to kiss her gently. She looked over his shoulder and saw Kelly packing her things in a huff, "Where's she going?"

He smiled down at her and pushed her hair behind her ear, letting his thumb caress her neck gently, "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

Happy pushed his hand away and frowned, "Where is that crazy lady going?" She was trying her best to stay clam, but she wasn't doing well.

"I told her to leave. We don't need her," he said with a shrug. She didn't need to know the words that were exchanged after she left the table.

"Good," she said with a nod, still feeling irritated, "She doesn't understand me, us, at all."

"Just calm down," Toby said, kissing her head. He pulled away, "I have to make a call real quick. Meet me outside in five minutes?"

She nodded and watched as he walked off. She wondered who he was calling, but didn't ask. She figured he'd tell her if it was important. Five minutes later, she walked outside, two more coffees and a bag of pastries in her hands.

"I thought we could use this," she grinned sheepishly.

Toby took the bag and a coffee from you, "You're the best. Feel up to going somewhere?"

Happy looked at him suspiciously, "As long as it's not another wedding planner, sure. What did you have in mind."

He grinned and shook his head, stealing the car keys from her hand, "You'll just have to wait and see.

After about an hour of driving and Toby, surprisingly, being quiet about it, Happy gave in and asked.

"Okay, I can't figure it out. Where are we going?"

Toby laughed and reached over to grab her hand, "You'll see."

"Toby," she said with a slight whine to her voice.

He grinned at her, "Fine, I'll tell you. We'll be there soon anyways."

"So where are we going?"

"Well," Toby said slowly, "I have this doctor friend. He was in my class at Harvard-"

"Damn it, Doc, I know you went to Harvard," Happy said, rolling her eyes.

"Hey, want me to continue?" he laughed.

She signed heavily, "Yes, continue."

He chuckled, "Like I said, this guy was in my class. We actually moved out to California at the same time and have stayed in touch over the years. He owns a private practice here and when he needs psych help, he'll call me in."

Happy furrowed her brow at him, "Why haven't I heard of this guy before?"

Toby shrugged, "He hasn't needed my help recently. I guess it just didn't occur to me. But anyways, his practice does really well. He has a lot of high profile clients."

"Okay," she said confused, wondering what any of this had to do with where he was taking her.

"One of his clients is Gary Bradley."

Happy whipped around in her seat and grabbed his arm, "The Gary Bradley?"

He laughed again, "Yes, the Gary Bradley."

"Doc, he's rumored to have to the best car collection in Southern California. He has cars I never could dream about ever seeing. He supposedly has an Aston Martin Bulldog with a 5.3-liter twin turbo V8 engine giving it power upwards of 600 horsepower and a speed of up to 190 mph."

"So I've heard," he grinned, "I pulled in a favor with my friend. He called up Gary for me. Gary gave us full access to his garage and estate. He's currently out of the country, but his groundskeeper is there to show us around."

"Gah," Happy almost squealed in excitement. She leaned over the console to kiss Toby's cheek, "You are the best fiancé ever."

"That's not all," Toby added with a wink.

"How could this get even better?"

"He has a track that runs around his estate and said we could drive whichever cars we wanted - said you could even take a peek under the hoods of the cars, but only if you want to, of course."

"Have I died?" Happy grinned, laying her head back against the seat, "There's only a handful of people who have ever seen a collection this big. And now we get to see it. I knew being with a doctor was a good thing."

"So you're with me only for my connections?"

"At the moment, yeah, I am."

Toby laughed and turned to her as he stopped at a stop sign. She reached over to him, meeting him in the middle for a quick kiss, "I love you."

"And I love you, baby." He turned back to the road, "We'll be there in a half hour."

Happy clasped her hands together to hide her excitement, "This is going to be the best afternoon ever."

As soon as the door closed behind them when they got home that night, Happy had Toby pushed up against it forcefully, kissing his neck and running her hands across his chest. She pulled at the shirt as she raised up on her toes to kiss his lips, deepening it as his hands made their way around her back. She moaned into his mouth, tangling her tongue with his. She pulled back slightly, lifting his shirt off over his head, quickly following with her own. She leaned in again and kissed his chest and neck with small moans, her hands going to the button on his jeans.

Toby chuckled and took her face in his hands, tilting up to kiss her properly. "I didn't know those cars would get you so turned on," he murmured against her lips. He stepped out of the jeans that Happy had managed to slide to the floor, following her lead as she started walking them backwards to the bedroom.

She let go of him and reached behind her, releasing the clasp on her bra, throwing it to the floor after she slid it off her arms. Toby's steps faltered, his breath caught in his throat. No matter how many times he had seen Happy naked, every time he still couldn't believe it. She was beautiful. She reached for him, pulling at the hair on the back of his head and licked into his mouth. Jumping up, she wrapped her legs around his waist and moved her lips to his neck, biting it gently.

"It wasn't the cars, Doc," she whispered into his ear as he made his way to the bedroom, "It was the fiancé who knows me so well. Who loves me so much. This afternoon was unbelievable - the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. I need to thank you."

He titled his head to place his lips on her neck, kissing a bruise into her skin. She let out a moan and tightened her grip on him.

She smirked, "Well, that and the fact that you looked damn hot driving those cars, baby."

She let out a giggle as he dropped her to the bed. Leaning down he captured her lips with his before moving to place kisses across her neck and chest, pausing every few seconds to suck at her skin. She moaned loudly when he kissed the spot right below her ear. His hands went to the waistband of her jeans, which he quickly unbuttoned and pushed down.

"You think that was hot?" he growled into her ear, before nipping at her bottom lip.

Happy nodded and raked her nails down his back, leaving marks in their wake, as he rolled his hips against hers. He reached down between their bodies and found her sweet spot, swallowing her moan with a kiss.

"Then you'll really think this is hot," he smirked, before kissing her deeply.

"Prove it," she challenged with a smile when he pulled back, digging her heels into his backside, pushing herself even closer to him. She bit down on his shoulder hard as he entered her swiftly.

And he did prove it, going fast, hard, and hot until they were both satisfied and out of breath. They laid there afterwards spread out across the bed, trying to catch their breath.

"God damn," Happy breathed, "that was amazing."

Toby smiled cockily at her, "Did you expect anything else?"

She rolled her eyes, but moved to his side anyway. She placed a kiss on his chest before laying her head down on him. They laid there silently for some time, him running his hand through her hair and her dancing her fingers across his skin. Eventually, Happy broke the silence.

"I want to get married in a church," she admitted quietly.

Toby stopped his movements in surprise, "Really?"

"Mmhmm," she nodded, "Not a big one or a fancy one, but a small, white church." She rolled over further and propped herself up on his chest. "I don't know why, but I've always had this picture in my head of what I would if I did ever get married." She avoided his eyes, instead choosing to watch her fingers trace the lines on his chest. Quietly she continued, "It was a church in the middle of a field. Nothing over the top, just simple, old even." She looked up to see what he thought.

Toby didn't speak for a long time. He laid there, quietly thinking, drumming his fingers on Happy's bare back. His silence made her nervous.

"Or, you know, not," she said, burying her face in his chest in embarrassment.

That seemed to pull him from his thoughts, "Wait, what? Why not?"

She peeked up at him, "Because you don't want to. I don't want to do something that you don't want."

He shook his head quickly and smiled sweetly at her, "That's not it at all baby. I want that too, Hap. I really do. I thought you wouldn't want it, so I never mentioned it to you."

Happy let a small smile grow on her face, "You really want that too?"

"Yeah, Happy, I really do. When you mentioned it, it just reminded me of something when I was younger. I got lost in my head."

She shifted, pulling herself up so her head was even with his to kiss Toby gently, "Care to share?"

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her even closer to him. "My mom always talked about wanting that for herself," he said quietly, "but all she got was a courthouse wedding. She was knocked up with me and none of her family knew, so my parents had to get married quickly. Ever since she told me, that was what I wanted. At a young age, I thought it would make her happy to see her son get married in a church she always wanted for herself. And as I grew up, I never let it go."

"Then let's do it," Happy whispered against his lips after kissing him gently again, "Let's find a church and book it."

"Okay," Toby grinned, "I'll start looking tomorrow."

"It's happening now," she said excitedly, "We've officially started planning. That wasn't so bad. What's next?"

Toby laughed and rolled them over so that he was leaning over her, "I think that we made a pretty big decision tonight." He kissed her teasingly, "We need to celebrate that. More planning can be done tomorrow."

"Oh really?" Happy giggled, tilting her head back to give Toby more access to her neck.

"Mmhmm," he murmured against her neck, the vibration from his voice sending a shiver down Happy's body.

"I guess I could be persuaded," she breathed, as he moved down her body. She laughed, "Oh yeah, I can definitely be persuaded."