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Toby Is Smitten Like A Kitten (Scorpion)

I do not own any characters from Scorpion but I do write their dialogue in this one shot.
I'd like to acknowledge my friends Addie for thinking up this idea with me. I_Am_The_Cat :)
Aaaand action!
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Lights streamed through the windows like flashlights, illuminating the clouds of dust fleeing through the air. HQ was silent except for the clicks of Walter's laptop keyboard, chalk on black board as Sylvester wrote out a new algorithm, and Paige, making some food. The rest of the cyclone was off, out who knows where, but that was okay. There was no cases. Just the dust soaring in the light.

A door opened and a familiar voice called "hey, I would've won!" Walter, Sylvester, and Happy shared a glance of understanding. The sound of the door slamming shut echoed through HQ as Toby stumbled into sight with a nearly empty bottle of scotch in his right hand. Slyvester reacted with wide eyes.

"Whoa, have you been drinking?"

Toby stopped, glanced at his bottle and said, "uh, yeah," as if he was saying 'well duh.'

"I wonder why," Walter muttered. Toby turned sharply to him, almost tripping from the speed.

"Aaaand what does that mean?" Sylvester shifted uncomfortably.

"Walter-" Paige started to step forward, but Walter held up his hand.

"No, Paige, he should hear it." He turned to Toby. "You've been indulging yourself in trouble for weeks. Drinking, gambling, the run-in with the Yenchna Tolchinsky..."

"Hey, that was one burly Russian; there is no way I could've known he was a woman," Toby sloppily protested with a pointed finger. Walter ignored him and carried on.

"All this started when Happy began her engagements with the music prodigy." The corner of Toby's lip turned down guiltily.

"Could all this irrational behavior be due to your unrequited feelings for Happy?" The building was silent. It didn't take a genius to see the red in Toby's checks and the sleepy emotion in his eyes.

"Alright!" He thrust his hands up in the air still holding the bottle of scotch. "I admit it, I am in love with Happy. I'm smitten like a baby kitten..." Then, like a bowling ball, he fell to the ground, unconscious and snoring.

Paige let out a huff and went to pick him up. Walter and she carried him to the couch, where he dropped like a brick falling on cotton. Sylvester just watched, slightly concerned, but not really surprised at all. They had seen this coming for weeks, and frankly, it was so Toby of him.

Just as Paige and Walter retreated back to their work, Happy strode in. Her eyes hit Toby, sprawled across the sofa like a four-year old.

"What happened to him?" She asked.

"Oh, uh nothing," Sylvester squeked out nervously. "N-nothing, he wasn't talking about anything, especially not you, and he didn't say he loved anything." Happy raised an eyebrow. "Nope. Not at all." Walter clenched his eyes, embarrassed for Syl.

"Nice, Sylvester. Nice," Paige chided. Happy rolled her eyes and everyone returned to their own world with their own work and their own problems. But Happy casually snuck over to the couch. She glanced down at the bottle of scotch next to Toby and shook her head slightly, letting a puff escape her lips. "What am I going to do with you?" She thought to herself.

Suddenly Gallo barged into the room, probably with another mission. Put him away, Happy thought. People are distractions.

It's time to get down to business.