A/N: I'm excited to add onto this story. It's all mapped out in my head, but not all written yet. Working on it! Be patient with me :)

I find writing Paige nervous/Walter calm to be very challenging, so want to be sure I do it justice.

Excited for another journey with y'all!!

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"Walter, are you absolutely sure about this? It's not too late to change your mind." She asked anxiously, watching as he loaded his duffel bag into the car, followed by her small suitcase. The reality of the weekend ahead hitting with full force.

"I'm still sure." He answered simply, smirking at her unease. It was easily the 500th time she had asked this week. It was becoming a fun game to play.

"I told you that they're awful right? This is a bad idea." Another thing he'd seen this week that was not usual for her - biting her nails. And pacing. The pacing was making him dizzy. The good thing about a 3.5 hour car ride was that she couldn't pace anywhere.

He hoped.

"You told me." He closed the trunk with a chuckle.

"It's all weekend, Walter. All of it. With… them." They would eat him alive. She knew it. This was going to be terrible. It was a mistake. A big, giant mistake. She never should have asked him to come. She should have just sucked it up and gone solo, or just canceled and sent a check. She wouldn't have to face her family, hear their disapproving, judgemental comments, wouldn't have to be a nervous wreck around Walter, thinking about sharing a room with him.

"Paige, relax. It's going to be fine." He placed his hands on her upper arms, forcing her to stop her chaotic movements. "We'll go, we'll appease the vulchers. Eat some fancy food. It will be… fun." Just like the night she had asked him, he wasn't sure why he was so calm. Normally, he would be dreading an experience like this, terrified of it, overthinking it all, why she had asked him, why she had told her family about him being her date, what the weekend meant, could lead to. Instead, he was calm, even looking forward to it. A weekend away with Paige held promise. No cases, no work, no… Toby. They could just have fun together, uninterrupted.

"Right… fun." She shook her head with a laugh, she was fairly certain she and Walter held different definitions of the word. Truth be told, she was anxious about her family, they were not easy people to be around, but more than that, she was anxious about spending an entire long weekend, three whole nights, with Walter… away. Hours away. She feared what could come to pass, but also feared what her family could do to push him away when she was finally getting close to him again.

The idea of spending the weekend in a hotel on a vineyard with him was equal parts thrilling and petrifying. The entire week, she had been a bundle of nerves around him, jumpy, anxious, her speech rapid and this forced awkward laugh had escaped her throat more times than she cared to admit. She was nervous. So nervous. Especially since he was so calm. Uncharacteristically calm. Weirdly calm. Eerie calm. Why was he so calm?

The sound of the garage door opening, followed by footsteps pulled them both from their thoughts and they looked back.

"Have fun, mom." Ralph approached, hugging his mother, followed by the rest of the gang.

"Thanks sweetie. Last chance, I can stay if you want me to." Walter peeked over at her, wondering if she actually wanted to stay.

"No way. I'm all set for Tyler's house until Sunday, and then Sylvester and I are having a video game marathon and doing all the things you don't let me do until Monday." Ralph grinned excitedly.

"We will do no such thing." Sylvester piped up from behind him. "We will follow all of your rules. Nothing to worry about, Paige." She knew damn well that Sylvester was a pushover with Ralph, but adored how he feared her.

"Uh huh…" She raised an eyebrow at the two as Walter smirked, giving a high five to Ralph.

"Besides, I have to hear how Walt manages being around your crazy family, mom." Ralph chuckled as Walter glared at him.

"We may have a bet going." Happy chided.

"You guys are ridiculous. You're betting on my cousin's wedding?" Paige scolded, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

"Just that 197 will do or say something to make the wedding not happen." Toby stated proudly.

"My money is on him finding a nuclear warhead on the vineyard. Given our history, solid odds." Sylvester offered with a shrug.

"Nah, he's gonna piss off Daddy Warbucks." Cabe interjected. The team had taken to referring to Paige's wealthy grandfather as that, and the only reason she hadn't called them out on it was because Walter didn't understand the reference and it made her laugh too see him try to piece it together whenever it was mentioned. "He's gonna get y'all thrown out."

"I say Walt's gonna piss off Paige. No one can handle that much Walter." Happy joked, making Paige fight back a laugh. She had a point.

"I think he'll take issue with efficiency and try to rework the wedding plans." Ralph jumped in and Paige's mouth dropped.

"My twelve year old son, guys?! You have him in on this stupid bet!" She shook her head incredulously.

"And on that note… Paige? We should really hit the road." She looked over, smiling. He was right.

"Alright. Give me a hug. And stop letting these fruit loops corrupt you!" She pulled Ralph in, giving him a tight hug.

"Have fun, mom."

"Ooo. Thank you, bub. I love you. Be good at Tyler's house, and don't get into too much trouble with Sylvester."

"I promise. Love you, too."

"Alright. Thanks guys."

A variety of farewell greetings was exchanged. Walter opened the passenger door for Paige to get in, raising a smirk from their audience, before he raced around to the other side hopping in.

"Okay, all set?" Walter asked, buckling his seat belt.

"All set. Unless…"

"I'm sure." He threw her a grin, that grin that melted her bones, and she blushed.

"Alright. Let's do this." She pulled her sunglasses down from the top of her head to cover her eyes. Disguising her feelings toward the man in her company was getting harder and harder by the moment, she'd need all the help she could get. He shot her one more smile before shifting the car into gear and pulling away from the garage.

Ralph waved as the car pulled away before turning back to the others.

"Toby, you didn't say what you're betting will happen." Ralph inquired, perplexed.

"Ahh, yes. Well, I wasn't going to say it in front of them. That would taint the result." Ralph furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "I'm betting they will miss the wedding because they'll be making out in a closet somewhere." Ralph laughed, that would be a most excellent outcome.

"Man. I hope you win, even if it does mean losing twenty bucks."