"We've cut off his access to the security cameras but he's got guards set up at every entrance in the building, the only way to get in or out is through the pipe but it's probably contaminated." Director Merrik explains to the remaining Scorpion members the position of the hostage situation.
The team had been spending a lot of time with the director of homeland security over the last two months because the genius with the 197 IQ still refuses to work with his father figure, former Agent Cabe Gallo.
"But by the time they test the pipe, the hour will be up and says he will kill the hostage!" Sylvester exclaims nervously. "It's too dangerous, the odds of the pipe being clear of the chemical are 39.8 percent!"
"Walter, any ideas?"
The group turns to face their leader, only to discover he was no longer with the group.
"O' Brian!" Director Merrik yells into his communication device. "O'Brian come in!"
"The pipe is mostly fine." The leader whispers to the device in his ear as he crawls beneath the ground.
"Oh no." Toby mutters, clicking the surveillance camera button on his iPad.
He directs the camera towards the place where the pipe led out, only to find Walter climbing out, the chemical burning holes through his shirt as he rips it off his body, his wife beater still intact.
"This is definitely couch time Walter." The behavioral psychiatrist yells at him, but the man with the 197 IQ just rolls his eyes.
"Happy, I need directions to the lab that lets me shut down all the power in the building."
"Skirt down the hall to the ri-״
"O'Brian! You are out manned and out gunned, you have no authorization to be in there!" The home land director yells.
"I'm a private contractor, I work with you, not for you." Walter hisses a reminder back into the device in his ear. "Happy?"
As the mechanical prodigy gave him directions to the Control room, Walter made an effort to avoid the guards and the anxious criminal with a gun continuously pointing at the head of a thirty six year old bank teller who's identity was revealed to be Marla Grant.
"He won't kill her." Toby says to Walter, angling his camera at the criminal. "That nervous twitch he's got, head leaning towards the victim rather than away. The teller looks too comfortable, almost a bit smug and she isn't putting up a fight? Do they know each other? He looks like he thought he could get out of this Scott free." The shrink observed.
Walter took a closer look at the situation, as he hid around the corner.
"Wedding band." He murmurs, not wanting to be heard. "Identical."
"Marla grant married to Scott Martian July 2005. That's our guy." Sylvester read off his computer screen.
"Walter, get out of there."
"I need to disarm him." Walter mumbles looking around him for inspiration.
"We just established that he won't kill her so you-"
"What about the other hostages?"
"Walter, he is ex-military!" Sylvester explains worriedly looking over Toby's shoulder. " Based on his ability and size alone, your chances of you coming out of this fight almost unscathed is 38%."
Toby glances over at Sylvester with a frown.
"And then factoring in your emotional state-"
"I don't have emotions Toby." Walter states plainly.
"We can argue about denial at couch time, until then, your emotions are lowering your odds during every case we accept." Toby analyzes the bruises under his eyes from sleepless nights, the way his shirt flares out slightly and his belt buckle was put a bit tighter, because of the meals he had been skipping.
"Do not engage Walt, I repeat, do not engage." Happy says, "Continue strait to the control room."
The communication was cut off when Walter ripped the device out of his ear.
"Crud." Toby mutters.
"He just lowered his chances by five percent." Sylvester yells.
"He knows." Happy watches with her eyes wide in anticipation. The team anxiously watches as Walter tactlessly attacks the terrorist, only to receive a bloody noose and black eye.
The genius refuses to back down as he continued to get beaten to a pulp.
"Send in swat, Martians distracted and he won't hear the guards calling him." Toby directs the Director of Homeland security.
Merrik hesitates,
"Do it now before this guy kills Walter." Happy yells.
"S.W.A.T." The bald man calls, sending a signal off before turning to the remaining Scorpion members. "This my operation and I will decide when things need to be done!" He reprimands.
Happy rolls her eyes.
Toby laughs humorlessly and Sylvester remains silent.
Just as Paige had advised they do, before she left.
- Scorpion-
"I am not in the mood Toby." Walter warns as he presses a bag of frozen, two month old green beans from the freezer. No one has touched anything healthy since liaison left.
"Well then it's a good thing I didn't ask." The shrink quips as he follows the head genius towards his workstation on the opposite side of his untouched rocket. No one has touched it since Ralph left. Toby glances at it before looking back at 197 at his workstation.
"You know, the deadline for the rocket is coming up." Toby comments.
"Mmhmm." Walter ignores him and begins coding on his computer, still holding the frozen bag of green beans to his left eye.
It's quiet for a moment, Walter begins to hope Toby had walked away but refuses to look up and chance him still being there.
"So," Toby says, pulling over a chair and leaning casually back on it. " Slys with Megan. Happy and I are going out. Maybe it's time to call Cabe-"
"I don't need Cabe." Walter mutters, still staring stubbornly at the computer screen.
"Maybe," Toby murmured, "So call Paige."
Walter stiffens up at the mention of her name.
"I don't need her." Walter hisses, "Go away Toby."
"You are deteriorating before our very eyes!" Toby explained. " You feel hurt because you loved her and she left you."
"I don't feel love, it's junk science." He stands up and begins heading towards the loft, anywhere the shirk wasn't. "Give it a rest, Toby."
"Not until you admit you loved Paige Dineen." Walters fist clenched.
No one had mentioned the absence of the liaison since she left. No one had mentioned her name until now. Even two months later, Walter didn't want to hear it.
"That's illogical." Walter replies through his grinding teeth.
"And attacking an armed, Ex-military criminal with survival being at a less than a forty percent chance, was logical to you?"
Walter remained silent, pleading the fifth.
"But you like that, taking risks." Toby continues walking towards Walter, making the genius feel as though he was being interrogated. " Because it temporarily occupies your mind."
Walter continues walking toward his bedroom in the loft but Toby follows.
" You can't stop thinking about her, or Ralph." He continues.
"Shut it Toby."
"Hey, this came in the mail today, it was addressed to you." The shrink lifted a letter Walter handing noticed he had been holding. "It looked important and private so I figured you wouldn't mind if I took a look."
It was a bill.
" You went through my mail?" Walter mused, "I'll leave you more work to occupy your time tomorrow."
The psychiatrist rolls his eyes.
"It says that last week, you spent two hundred dollars on a 'MUSE', you know the tool that would let one with the proper telescope create 3D pictures and videos of anything the telescope could find. But we don't have the proper telescope, and the MUSE isn't here, but you know who does have the proper telescope?"
"Yes Toby, I sent Ralph a present for his birthday last week." Walter admits, not facing the shrink, only facing the door in front of him.
"And no one called you to thank you." Toby adds. He was referring to Paige, though he didn't receive anything from Ralph either. Though, 197 hadn't expected anything in return.
"She doesn't want to talk to me and I don't need her to."
"Or maybe," Toby interjects, " It hurts her to."
Walter raises an eyebrow in confusion.
"What?" He asks, turning to face the shrink.
"I'm going out with Happy now, take time to ponder that." Toby smirks, turning around and jogging down the staircase.
"Toby!" Walter tries to stop him but the shrink ignores him.
"And sleep or something, you look like heck." He comments making a b-line for the garage exit. "See you tomorrow!" He yells before locking the door behind him.
Walter sighs and rolls his eyes, deciding to shower and attempt to sleep.
Walter hated remembering every detail if his life.
He contemplated calling Cabe, now that time had passed, he could clearly see that Cabe would have never wanted to hurt him or hurt any civilians in Baghdad. In fact, Cabe had saved him by not telling him the true, evil intent of the Technology he had created to send aid packages to American soldiers. But Every time Walter thought back to that moment he discovered his invention was used to kill so many innocents, every detail floods back into the forefront of his mind and that feeling of betrayal is renewed.
As he got dressed, he busied his brain with any to all equations he could come up with.
He doesn't bother getting into his pajamas because he knows he won't be able to sleep, so he just dresses in his work cloths.
The man lies down and ignores the throbbing of his eye, as he pulls out a small sugar packet Key Chain, groaning at the sound of the doorbell.
With a reluctant sigh he heads downstairs, still trying to occupy his mind with equations.
The doorbell stops ringing but a light knock comes from the door.
Frowning, Walter opens the door.
He freezes at the sight in front of him.
A ten-year-old boy, knocking at the garage door with nothing but a backpack and a black eye.
"Ralph?"
He's supposed to be in Maine.
The boy shuffled his feet nervously.
"Airport security has significantly less firewalls and coding than some foreign military base, and I figured, I've hacked that before."
Walter drops to his knees and stares at he boy before he thoughtlessly pulls him in for a hug; Ralf hugs him back tightly. Walter Ruffles the boys hairs.
"I missed you too buddy."
-Scorpion-
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