Day 73

Even after all this time with Scorpion, I still haven't learned my lesson.

Almost every day I come to work at the Garage (that name alone should be a clue) wearing heels, usually booties, a nice blouse, and sometimes even a miniskirt. I mean what could go wrong with that? It's not as if I get kidnapped to a Central American country (or think I do), climb through an oil pipeline, or find myself hiking through a Southern California wildfire (after surviving a crash landing in a rescue helicopter).

Oh wait, that's just a normal day for Scorpion.

After today's case, the team had dispersed quickly after getting back to the Garage leaving the three of us to spend some family time. Ralph was in the loft immersed in a book from the library after finishing his "lame homework". Something about spooky action at a distance. Sometimes I don't know if he's a genius or just pulling my leg.

Walter was heating some of yesterday's takeout and I was just finally getting the chance to relax on the sofa. Walter must have heard the creaking of the ancient springs as I flopped down on it because he moved from the kitchen area to my eyeline almost immediately after. "Do you mind if we wait a few more minutes for dinner?" he asked.

I told him, "No, honestly, I need to relax more than I need food."

"Excellent!" He grinned mischievously as he moved from the kitchen and sat down next to me on the sofa, swinging my feet onto his lap with one efficient motion. He swiftly unzipped each of my booties and eased them carefully off my feet, dropping each one with a satisfying thunk.

Studying my face intently, he spoke. "I have seen the tension in your temporalis muscle deepening throughout the day. It wasn't until later in the mission that I noticed the frontalis muscle increasing in tension as well. I have no doubt in addition to sore, tight muscles in your feet and calves, you have a tension headache as well."

I simply nodded in agreement. My head hurt too much to make any further movement. Walter's words washed over me as his strong fingers gently manipulated the muscles in my feet and calves, releasing the tension they had been holding from wearing the heels all day.

It felt so good. I wiggled my toes as the muscles loosened and softened, Walter continued. "I wish that you would wear more sensible footwear. But as long as you continue to wear such inappropriate shoes, I will take my responsibility as your boyfriend seriously and see to your comfort and health."

"Walter," I murmured, my eyes closed as the throbbing headache I'd been ignoring most of the afternoon started to fade. "You are amazing. Thank you."

Walter continued his massage for several more minutes, and I think I might have actually fallen asleep for a few seconds because the next thing I remember was Walter leaning over and kissing my cheek, "I think dinner might be cold. Let me heat it up again." I nodded in agreement, vowing never to wear sensible shoes to work ever, not if this was his reaction.