Hey guys! What's up? How's life? So, I know this isn't going to sound good, but I'm going away for the next couple days. I'm going to Pittsburg and then Washington DC to see Carnegie Melon and George Washington University, so I don't even know if I can watch Scorpion on Monday. I really want to, but I hope you'll understand if this doesn't get updated on Tuesday. I will get back on track as soon as possible. Let me know what you think and send me your ideas,

-Aislin

She was two months old now and you could start to see both of them in her. She was growing little jet-black curls, but she had paler skin than her mother. It was still darker than her father's. She had her mother's eye shape with her father's eye color. She was a mixture, and she was loved.

They quickly found that they would need to find her a babysitter. They got called into the garage with cases more and more frequently. They had to make the world safe for her, but the garage wasn't the best place for her to stay.

Although there was always someone there in the garage, they found that that person is not always the most suitable caregiver for a baby. One day it was Sylvester's turn to stay in the garage and he couldn't handle it. She threw up on him, and it took three days to get him calmed down again. Another day, Ray got put in charge of Nessa. When they return, they find him blasting old rock music at the baby. He claimed her was educating her, and "You can never be too young to learn." No one got hurt, but Happy did not trust that maniac to look after her child.

So, they are forced to hire a sitter. Paige recommended a website to them, so one day they sat down together and decided which ones to interview. They quickly decided they wanted someone younger and able to keep up with the child when they got older, but that doesn't mean they didn't give one or two older women a chance.

They had met twelve babysitters. None of them had pleased Happy to any extent, but Toby had been slightly less picky. He had known going into this that it would take a miracle for Happy to find someone she trusted enough to look after their daughter. He just hoped they would find one before he died of old age.

He pulled her in for a quick meeting before they met with the last babysitter of the week. "Alright," He started. He could already see her preparing a glare. She was holding the baby close against her. He observed that this seemed her favorite way to embrace Nessa. She didn't like to cradle her. He could tell her liked the closeness of the having the baby up against her chest. Nessa liked it too. "So, how critical of this one are we going to be?"

"I'm not that critical," She denied. He raised an eyebrow at her. "Ok, sure I'm critical, but I don't want to leave out child with someone untrustworthy. One wrong move and our daughter ends up a sex slave in the middle east."

"Well that was vivid," He observed. "And dramatic, by the way I love how I've rubbed off on you, and I am losing hope that we will ever find a babysitter." He walked away from her, and she followed him to the coffee shop where they were meeting the potential new babysitter. "Will you at least play nice?" He asked.

"I'm not promising anything," She frowned.

To say Happy was vicious when she was in momma bear mode was an understatement. She had made the poor, young redhead named Emily question everything she knew about children. She shot the girl questions about past childcare experience, questions about her background, and everything one could ask about how available the girl could be. The girl look petrified.

Toby grabbed Happy's hand to try and draw her attention away from Emily who was currently holding their daughter. "If you'll excuse us, Emily," He smiles kindly at her. "We'll be right back." He pulled Happy up and outside of the coffee shop to discuss they babysitter. He liked her, but then again he had liked most of them. Excluding that one lady with the mustache and the brunette with a thing for cats, most of them were very nice people. "So," He gestured his hands wildly.

"I know you think hand motions say everything, but you're being unclear right now," She smirked. He rolled his eyes in response.

"What did you think of her?" He asks more clearly. "I mean I know you don't trust anyone, and I know you find it hard to let people you don't trust near Nessa, but I think this one-" She presses her lips against his quickly. When she pulled away, he shook his head. Married for years and he still got shocked whenever she shows him any affection. He gave her a questioning look.

She shrugged quickly. "I've figured out it's a very good way to shut you up," She explains.

"Well yeah, no kidding," He laughed. "So, why'd you interrupt me?"

"You didn't give me a chance to tell you what I think," She informed him.

"I like what hearing what you think," He decided. He moved his hands from his sides to her waist. When she didn't keep talking, he started to push her, "What do you think, my love?"

"She's obviously not perfect, but as you have pointed out no one is going to be perfect. She's arguably smart enough to take care of a child for a couple hours a day, and she'll work whenever we want because she works by herself. She trusts me as little as I trust her, so she won't mess up," Happy talked him through her decision quickly. "I say we hire her for now. We can keep looking in a month or so if we don't like her."

"Alright," He agreed.

"I say all that and you only say alright?"

"You said all the words," He grinned. "It's a nice change." Emily ends up staying in their lives for longer than Happy could possibly anticipate.