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-Aislin

She liked to think that they were complementary angles. They worked together to form the 'right' angle. This was why they worked so well together. She could force her way through any situation, and he could manipulate his way through it. She could fix any machine, and he could fix any person. She could teach you anything you needed to know about a car, and he could coax you through driving it.

But every once in awhile she started to think she was wrong about being complementary angles. Sometimes it seemed like they adapted to each other's strengths.

Like the other day, when Toby had been out on a machine with Walter, and had run into an intense lock. Before Happy had even had a chance to coach them through picking it, he was in and patting himself on the back. Happy had been so surprised she had nearly blown her and Paige's covers.

Or when Toby was taking a day off, and Sly was having an emotional crisis. Without even thinking about it she worked at calming him down with Toby-like precision. She took his feelings into account and was gentle with him. Something the Happy of the past would have never done. To her surprise it worked. Paige made a comment on how Toby was rubbing off on her.

She couldn't sleep. This wasn't a frequent occurrence. She was no insomniac, but sometimes in the dead of night when Toby had already fallen asleep she stayed awake unable to turn her brain off. That was the problem with being a genius, she thought, you could never ever turn your brain off. Sometimes you could turn it down, but after any case that hit close to home the thoughts were hard to ignore. Tonight was one of those nights.

They had saved a little girl today. She was trapped in a safe, and was being held hostage. This was all normal of course. It was just another day at the office. The thing that was nagging at the back of Happy's head was that no one had wanted to get the girl back. She was going back to the foster care system. No one cared about the girl at all. Some people seemed to even think she was expendable.

This experience brought back all the memories Happy had fought so hard to repress. She was remembering everything that she had been through. Everything that she would never tell a living soul, not even Toby. She was sure he had guessed, but she never wanted to go back to that time long enough to tell him everything. The memories were the reason her personality was what it was. She was closed off because she never had anyone to make her want to be open.

"I know you're awake," Toby murmured in her ear. She elbowed him in the stomach on reflex. "Ok, ow. I should have seen that coming. My shrink powers are clearly down. I blame it on the fact that it's three am. Why are you awake?"

"God, you know how to ramble," She rolled her eyes.

"Seriously, are you ok?" He asked tightening his grip around her. This was how they always slept. Her head on his chest using him as a pillow more than the bed, her body curled around him, and him holding her tight to him.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good," She informed her.

"That's a lie," He pointed out.

"Mm," She agreed. "A blatant one."

"It's about that case today?" He guessed. Though, with his psychiatry training it might as well have been a fact.

"Yeah," She affirmed.

"Hit too close to home?" He knew her better than anyone.

"Yeah."

"I'm here." He knew that this is what she needed to hear more than anything else. She didn't need him to psychoanalyze her. She was smart enough to know what she was feeling, and it wasn't like she wanted a shrink.

"Yeah, I know," She assured him.

"Do you want to watch a movie or something," he offered.

"At three am?" She questioned lifting her head up to look at him.

"Well, it's not like you were sleeping anyway," He noted.

"You were," She argued.

"Yeah, but I care more about you."

"You're such a sap.

So maybe they weren't complimentary angles. Maybe they were adapting to each other. Maybe they were both nearly right angles. Maybe they were both alright on their own. God knows that she got by before him. But together they gave each other that little extra that they need. Enough to make them both 90 degrees. Enough to make them right.