You can all thank WriterFreak001 for this story. I have been struggling with ideas for Walter and Paige. Mostly because I have all these other projects and thoughts that it gets hard to sift through which is for what and who is for when. Turn that about and you will understand what is going on in my imagination. So, for a birthday present from myself to all of your, hopefully I have this on the 26th, which is my birthday, I hope you enjoy it. Also, if you are going through withdrawals of my story, go check out WriterFreak001. Pretty fantastic story there.

I don't own Scorpion.

The song that I will be jamming to this entire chapter is Crazy by Kat Dahlia. It is absolutely breathtaking and raw.

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One of my favorite sounds is Paige singing. She has this habit, or tick that if she gets a song stuck in her head she has to listen to the same song over. Hours on end until she gets sick of it and cannot listen to it anymore. It's Crazy.

Toby was sitting in the garage tapping to the beat of the song. It was a powerful upbeat tempo for a song. It wasn't one of his hard rock records but this was pretty gritty. By the sound of the singer's voice, he knew the artist was probably an eight on his scale of ten for hot girls. All were compared to the one and only Happy Quinn, but he would never confess to that. He looked over at the resident mechanic who was also bobbing her head to the jam. She was impressively understanding to Paige's random tick.

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The People Liaison showed up at the garage a bit peeved and wound up with nervous energy. Toby wondered if Walter had stuck his foot in his mouth again but Paige had taken the weekend to spend time with Ralph, and Walter had remained at the garage or at the hospital visiting Megan.

Walter was still upstairs when Paige entered and started to work on the office paperwork. She was setting about organizing files when he finally descended to the garage. A smile spread across his face, as it did whenever he saw Paige in the morning.

He noticed her distress immediately, and moved hastily to her side. Standing idly by, not wanting to disrupt her train of thought as she was counting aloud as she placed the pages down in an order known to her. He kept his hands behind his back; knowing from a previous confession that she found his hands distracting. Walter smiled at memory. He had proceeded to test her theory like an experiment. Walter touched her softly at random moment during the dinner, varying in time and position to see if it caused different reactions. Times she groaned, moments she moaned, and at points she touched back with a passionate force igniting a constant burn between the pair. As if his touch was pyrophoric.

He smiled at the memory, and reached his index finger out to touch the sliver of skin showing on her hip. Paige's had shifted on her body as she bent over placing pages on the correct pile. He knew the nascent response the flesh pad of his finger would do to Paige. But just as his finger made contact he heard her soft humming.

"Paige." He said softly but it still caused her to jump as she did not hear his approach. She was zoned in on the task, and did not hear the foot falls of her boss turned lover.

"Walter!" She said the two pages in her hands flew to the ground, dancing as the terminal velocity was slowed down by the drag of gravity. Or what Paige would call float to the ground. But Walter didn't see the romance in those words.

He smiled sheepishly at catching her off guard. It was typically the other way around. He smirked when he let his hand reach out to hold her hip. Paige leaned into his gesture. "Were you just humming the song Megan played for you last week?"

Walter had taken Ralph and Paige to visit Megan. The group had gone to the beach for a picnic and some fun in the sun. It was a rare day off, and Walter wanted to spend it with his favorite people. The rest of the team was going to a convention in Nevada, so it gave the rest some private time. Walter was playing with Ralph while Paige shared stories with Megan about college. Megan had played a song she stumbled upon while surfing ITunes during therapy. Some song where the girl said the word crazy in a repetitive motion. Not Walter's favorite, but he didn't listen closely enough.

Paige nodded. "I can't get it out of my head." She confessed. "I have had been listening to it all weekend. Ralph told me that if I listened to it once more he would run away." Walter chuckled at the extreme measures of the ten year old. "It's not funny. It's frustrating." He gave her a soft smile, reaching his other hand up to cup her cheek.

"Awe. Paige you are having a genius tick." Walter said swiping his thumb across her cheek bone. He moved closer, giving her a quick peck on the nose and then untangled his arms from her. "We all suffer from them."

He started to walk to the kitchen when he heard her following. "What is a genius ticket?"

"Genius tick." Walter corrected and moved about the kitchen grabbing two mugs from the cupboard. He figured she would want a cup of coffee. "It's a Tobyism to describe a manifestation for a certain object, need, and person." He glanced at her warmly when he said the last word, sending her a heated look which caused her to flush. "To normal people, with simple intelligent quotient, it is something like being obsessed with something. Such as a food, or song in your case. To a genius we can go off the deep end."

"The rabbit hole." Paige asked softly and Walter nodded. Not wanting to dote too much thought on his genius tick. He had a few. His need to find a cure for Megan. His afflation of manipulating light fragments. Playing Call of Duty. Kissing Paige. The last was his favorite. Kissing Paige was like waking up and stretching. Complete satisfaction as the muscles stretched to distort the mackle sleep from his mind. He moved to her side, needing to partake in his genius tick. Walter angled Paige's head before descending to her lips. Paige smiled into the kiss, tasting the remnants of his tooth paste. Minty fresh.

Toby entered the room in search of coffee. Walter moved back to his previous ministrations.

"Morning all." He said noticing the pair. "What are we all discussing?"

Paige rolled her eyes. "Walter thinks I am suffering from a manifestation of a song. It's just stuck in my head." Walter busied himself with making the coffee to each preference. Walter liked his black and strong while Paige preferred hers with sugar, vanilla creamer and milk.

"Well since I am classically trained to diagnose such things, let's see if it is just that." Toby said perching himself on the empty stool next to Paige. Walter passed her the mug which she took without looking in his direction. Toby pulled out a pen light from his pocket. "Lean your head back and keep your eyes back." He flashed the light across her irises, watching as the pupils danced at the intrusive brightness. He held his thumb to the pressure point on her wrist and counted to twenty. These actions were just a periphrasis, to build on the joke Toby was playing on Paige.

"Uh. Toby?" Paige asked but he stilled her words as he held up a finger to silence her.

"Now, when did this song get stuck in your head?" He asked dropping her hand, and it wound itself back around her mug. Toby accepted a mug from Walter made to his preference. Weak, yet flavorful. Just like how he was in Happy's hands.

"I heard it when we went to the beach last Saturday with Megan." Paige explained wondering what he was getting to.

He let out a sigh. "And have you had trouble easing the words from your mind?"

"What do you mean?" She asked looking to Walter who had a mug to his mouth.

"Would you say you have listened to this song more than five times since you heard it on the beach?" Toby asked bypassing her own question. Paige thought for a moment and nodded as a response. "Are there any cultural significance to the words in your present day life?"

"Toby, what the hell?" Paige snapped.

The behaviorist chuckled. He put his hand against her cheek again, tilting her head and he flashed his pen light one more time. "You will be fine." Paige blinked four times. "I would say you are suffering from a mild case of parasympathetic overload of the cerebral cortex. But the dilation response, and your blood pressure does not have me concerned at all." Walter turned to hide his laughter. He knew that Toby was playing a joke on Paige. "You should be better after a few hours."

"What the hell is going in here?"

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It was Happy that interrupted the joke causing Walter to start out right laughing at the entire situation. Paige's distressed face, Toby's distressed face and then Happy who was eyeing the pair with mild jealousy. He couldn't restrain himself. Then Paige slugged Toby in the side with a soft fist. It was explained that everyone suffers from the constant song in the head. The trick was to overload your system with the song until the song caused you annoyance. Happy confessed to listening Carly Rae Jespen's 'Call Me Maybe' ninety-seven times before being able to shut off the warbling.

So, there they were halfway through the morning. The musical notes of Kat Dahlia's 'Crazy' blasting through the building's sound system. Happy seemed to enjoy the song, commenting that it was a better one to have in her head.

Paige was singing along which made Walter just sit back and watch. There were moments on certain lyrics she would glance to him. The part about keeping the shirt just so she could smell his cologne. She blushed at the memory of Walter finding his shirt stuffed beneath pillow one weekend. She confessed that it helped her sleep when he stayed at the garage.

It's just crazy.

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It wasn't until late in the afternoon did the song get to Paige's breaking point. She had been nodding her head to the beat, humming along and at one point talked Sylvester and Toby into creating a dance. It was not much but a few steps forward, a shaking of some hips and pointing a finger from the left to right. Sylvester fell over twice and Toby had shit for timing. But Walter just sat back and observed the progression of the day, noticing how each repeat of the song seemed to wear on Paige. Then there was the scream.

"Just turn the damn thing off." She bellowed and Toby jumped for joy. "I can't listen to it one more time."

"Pay up." He said holding his hand out to Sylvester who forked over a twenty. Paige rolled her eyes, she was used to the team placing different bets on her, and it was less of an irritant. Toby hit the pause button as Walter made his way to Paige's side. "Thanks darling, I had you pegged on the dot. One hundred and twenty times before you cracked."

"Toby." Walter said taking Paige's hand and started to lead her out of the garage. "Shut the hell up." He slammed the door and cut of the cackle coming from the behaviorist. Walter walked Paige to her car, his fingers lace through hers offering a sympathetic comfort. It was when they got to the door that Paige shoved him against the car.

Paige moved closer bringing her face centimeters from his, and raising her hands to the sides of his face. Walter's eyes wavered from her eyes, to her lips and back to her eyes. "Is it crazy all that makes sense is you?"

Walter smiled at the familiar lyric. He had heard it over a hundred times today.

"Tell me, cause it's blowing my mind. Tell me, cause I don't understand." Paige said kissing his cheeks, trailing to his chin and up to his lips. She swiped her tongue across his lips but moved back ending the kiss swiftly. "How someone just can walk into your life-

"And everything before them you forget." Walter finished turning the pair and pinned Paige to the door of the car. He leaned down and captured her lips in his own, her fingers moved from his face and wrapped about his neck. Settling to carding her fingers into the hair on his neck. Walter wrapped his own hands about her waist, his fingers causing trails of heat on her skin.

He pulled back. "I'm crazy, crazy, crazy for you." Her smile warmed his soul and she pulled him back to her lips for another searing kiss.

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Fin.

Hope you enjoyed.