I saw some confessions/speculations on Tumblr wondering if Drew would ever try and take custody of Ralph. I think it's possible – I don't like Drew, but I don't think he'd do it just to be an ass, so in this fic, I'm having him try to take Ralph to protect him. This takes place sometime in early to mid season two. Be ready for lots of team love and Quintis.

"I see London, I see France!"

Happy straightened up and gave the psychiatrist a look. "First of all, you can't see my underwear. Second of all, it was your idea I play with this stupid ferret, it won't work in your favor to get on my case."

"You know I'm always willing to get on your case."

"Don't make this dirty." Her eyes rolled, but she was smiling as she turned back to the ferret. "Come on, Ferret Bueller, grab the rope." She wiggled the item in front of him. The little animal regarded Happy for a moment, then jumped on the rope, grabbing it in its teeth and tugging. Happy toyed with it, tugging the rope and ferret forward a few inches, then letting it pull back what she had gained.

"He likes you!"

"I still don't like him."

"That's your problem."

"It's also his problem," Happy pointed out. "If he pisses me off I have about three dozen tools that can kill him with minimal effort. Hey!" she staggered backward when the ferret went from pulling forcefully on the rope to letting it go without warning, darting over to Toby.

"Aw, you scared him!" he said, petting the ferret gingerly. Happy rolled her eyes.

The door to the garage opened, and both geniuses turned, expecting Cabe or Paige. The were correct – and their prediction had brought Ralph with her.

"Hey-ey!" Toby said, making the word two syllables. "Look who we have here! Come here and lay some skin on me, Ralphy boy." Ralph grinned, running over to Toby and slapping his palm.

"Come here, come here," Happy said, holding out her own hand. "High five!" Ralph obliged, and Happy lowered her hand to be at Ralph's chest level. "Low five!" She held it up again. "No five!" and she and Ralph purposely missed each other's hands.

Toby was watching, and cocked his head, glancing at Paige. "What just happened?" She didn't answer, and it was then he noticed the distressed look on her face. "Paige?" Toby walked toward her. "Oh my god, what's wrong?"

She smiled down at her son, walking over and running her hand through his hair. "Ralph, why don't you run upstairs and see if Walter has anything cool to show you. Okay?"

"Yeah!" Ralph grinned and darted forward, eagerly heading for the stairs. When he was gone, she sighed deeply and shoved her hands in her pockets.

"Paaaaige?" Toby drew out her name, cocking his head hesitantly. "Talk to us."

She bit her lip. "Drew called."

"Say no more," Toby said.

"No," Paige said, looking irritated. "It's...it's bad." She reached into her purse and pulled out a mess of papers. She struggled to get them in order, and ended up just shoving the stack at the behaviorist.

"Well well well, what do we have...oh." Toby froze, his eyes scanning the document. "Oh...my...god."

"What is it? What's happening?" Sly asked quickly as he descended the stairs, walking up and peeking over Toby's shoulder. His face fell and he looked over at Paige with horror. "Oh..."

"Well, don't leave me out of this," Happy said. "What's going on?"

"It's bad," Sylvester said. "It's really bad."

"Yeah," Happy said, raising her eyebrows. "Yeah, I got it, thanks." She stepped closer to the men, trying to see what they were reading.

"It's Drew," Paige said again. "He's...he's decided that, because of this job, it would be in Ralph's best interests to be in his care. He's seeking full custody."

Happy's eyes shot up from her angle to the papers and met Paige's."What?"

Anger flashed in Toby's eyes. "The absolute nerve of that guy." He spiked the papers to the floor. "What?" He asked Paige when she gave him a look. "It's not like they were all neat and together already."

"What are you going to do?" Sylvester stammered.

Paige threw up her hands. "What can I do? I'll fight him on it, and being his mother I think I have some statistical advantage, but...I don't know what's going to happen."

"You out earn him," Toby said. "You are the one who has been there for Ralph and you're just an overall good person, which is more than he..."

"He's not being a bad person," Paige said. "Both of us just want to do what is best for Ralph. We..we just happen to differ pretty strongly on the subject of Scorpion."

"The most important thing that's ever happened to him," Toby said. Happy and Sly nodded in agreement. "That kid needs us," Happy said. "We never had people that understood growing up and we'd be a hell of a lot better off if we had."

"I just hope I can convince the courts that," Paige said. "I'm in the middle of looking for a lawyer, and..." her phone buzzed, and she fished it out of the back pocket of her skinny jeans. "Oh...I have to take this. Out...outside." Flustered, she put the phone to her ear and jogged to the door.

When Paige got off the phone with the third person to call her back, she was no further along in finding a lawyer than she'd been when she started. Or rather, she supposed she had made a bit of progress – she knew these three were not going to work. They didn't understand why she wanted to do exactly what she wanted to do. And whoever helped her had to understand. Maybe Toby or Happy knew someone. With Toby's gambling and Happy being shuffled around in foster care, they'd had to have had some experience with legal proceedings.

She could tell from the noise wafting down to her that the rest of the team had Ralph on the roof and were making paper airplanes, an observation that was validated by one whizzing past her ear on its way down to the concrete. Ralph so far hadn't picked up on her agitation, and she wanted to keep it that way as long as possible.

She entered the garage and almost bumped right into Walter, who appeared to have been loitering just inside the door. "Oh," she said, surprised. "I figured you were up on the roof."

"No." He cleared his throat. "Listen."

"I take it you know?"

"Ah, yes, Toby...Toby was quite vocal, when Happy quickly intercepted us on the stairs and rushed Ralph up to the roof." He shifted, looking uncomfortable. "Look, I just want you to know, that...that we understand."

Paige cocked her head. "Understand what?"

"That, ah, you have to do what you have to do. Drew wants to take Ralph to keep him away from us, so you will be leaving us to keep him with you. It's nothing personal, it's just your best move."

Paige was confused. "Are you firing me?"

Now it was Walter's turn. "What? No, it's just...I'm assuming that you will be leaving Scorpion so you don't lose custody of Ralph. I honestly don't know how we'll manage without you, but we've got Cabe, and we're...we're better at communicating with the world, and Ralph, well, Ralph's the most important thing and Drew will never be half the parent you are, and once you're not with us anymore it will be easy, Drew might even withdraw his intentions..."

"Walter, I'm not going anywhere."

He blinked. "I don't follow."

"Drew believes Scorpion is dangerous," Paige said. "And he's right. But we've done well, for the most part, of keeping Ralph out of that danger, and...and he's changed, since the two of us came here. You know that, he's..." her voice cracked, "he's so much better. I believe it is in Ralph's best interests to remain with this team." She set her jaw, determined. "I wouldn't be doing right by him, to leave and prevent him from growing up among you. So I'm not quitting Scorpion. I'm fighting to keep my son...as I am. As we are. As this is. It's what's best for him, and there's no convincing me otherwise."

I graduated university on Saturday and am on a vacation for the week, so I don't know how soon I can update, but hopefully you guys are interested in reading more! Feel free to leave me a review on this and future chapters, I love getting them!