WriterFreak001:

I've had this idea for a while, but haven't had time to write it since I was working on other projects. Hope you like this one.

Title | Kill Switch

Fandom | Scorpion (CBS)

Description | Paige, among twenty other people, is being held hostage by a thief at a local LA bank. The team must figure out a way to save everybody without endangering anyone's life, but when the robber ups the stakes exponentially, Scorpion might not be able to save everyone in time.

Rating| This fanfiction will be rated M.

POV | Limited Third Person

Disclaimer | While CBS owns Scorpion, I am the owner of this masterpiece.

Claimer | I am human; there are bound to be mistakes. If you feel like something should be changed, you have the power to send me a review/private message. I can't guarantee if I'll change it every time, but I do read all of my reviews and all of my private messages!

Kill Switch

Written by WriterFreak001

Part One

~ SCORPION ~

"Twenty minutes to eat your breakfast, Ralph, and then we leave for school." Paige said as she led her son into the garage and pointed towards the kitchen. "There should be some cereal in the cabinet and milk in the fridge."

The boy nodded after dropping his backpack off on the couch and then scampered off into the kitchen as instructed by his mother while Paige, after making a quick trip to her desk to place her purse down on the floor next to her chair, set off to find Walter. The first place she would usually look was the loft, but as she started for the stairs, she heard tinkering coming from the back of the garage.

Eagerly and with a spring in her step, Paige strolled past her son in the kitchen and combed her fingers through her hair as she spotted Walter working on his next biggest project: rebuilding and improving the engine of a race car from an old Formula One model he bought from Italy… or England… or France. Paige wasn't entirely sure, really. As she approached him, he was getting ready to slide underneath the vehicle, but when he saw Paige, he pushed himself off of the scooter and waltzed right up to her. He reached beside her, grabbed a rag off of his workbench and wiped the oil and grime off of his palms before shoving the rag into his pocket. "Is it… almost 8 am already?"

"Almost," Paige laughed as she grabbed both of his hands and tugged him to the kitchen. As Walter smiled and waved at Ralph, Paige ripped a few paper towels off of the rack and dampened them with water before bringing them to Walter's face to wipe off some oil residue from his cheek and forehead. "There," she lightly caressed his face and grinned, "All better."

"Paige," Walter cleared his throat to prompt her to be aware of the others in the garage and nodded towards the back of the garage, "Mind assisting me with something? My hands are, uh," he let out a nervous laugh, "too large…."

"Oh," Paige played along and bit her lip, "Of course."

Walter led her towards the race car and then made an abrupt turn, leading her up the ramp towards his loft. The moment they entered through the side door of the loft, lips were sewn together and hands went exploring. Paige's fingers curled through Walter's hair, and his palms cupped her face, holding her face to his so she couldn't pull away if she had wanted to. Eventually, they found their way to the couch facing away from the main entrance to the loft, and Walter hovered over the young mother as his hands glided underneath her shirt and pushed her bra upwards before gently kneading her breasts with his fingers. She moaned deeply into his mouth and was about to grab his hand and shove it down her pants when…

Walter's watch alarm went off.

They both withdrew from each other and sighed.

"Our lives would be so much easier if we didn't have to sneak around…," Paige muttered as she readjusted her bra and straightened out her shirt.

"I know…," Walter scratched his head after fixing his tie, "It's just…."

Paige lightly kissed him and smiled. "Complicated?"

"Yeah…."

"Maybe it's time we tell everyone, though." Paige squeezed Walter's hand. "We have been dating for almost a year under the radar; I'm surprised they haven't picked up on it yet."

"If they have," Walter pursed his lips and pushed himself off of the couch before helping Paige to her feet, "then they've been really good about keeping it to themselves…."

"I'm surprised Ralph hasn't spilt the beans yet," Paige combed her fingers through her hair and laughed. "He's been keeping us a secret for months, and," Paige pulled Walter into another kiss as she brought his hands to her abdomen, "in a few months, it's going to be impossible for us to keep us a secret."

"I know," Walter nodded visibly as he gently rubbed her lower belly. "I'm just not sure how well they'll take the news…. I've been pretty adamant about my stance on workplace entanglements in order to hide our relationship so..."

"Hey," Paige cupped his face and kissed his nose. "They'll be fine with it. They have to be. And besides," Paige lightly kissed Walter's lips, "in spite of your 'stance' on workplace relationships, Toby and Happy have had an on and off relationship for the past eight months with or without your blessing so I doubt they'll care either way. I mean, right now, they're not currently dating, but if history's bound to repeat itself, they'll probably start dating again within the month. And who knows," she playfully shrugged as she smoothed out Walter's shirt, "maybe they'll actually stay together next time."

"Whatever they decide," Walter dropped to his knees and rose Paige's blouse up a few inches to kiss her bellybutton, "they're strange relationship hopefully won't affect business."

Paige shrugged again. "It hasn't in the past so I doubt it ever will."

Walter's second alarm suddenly beeped.

"Oh God," Paige's eyes popped open. "I've gotta get Ralph to school," she then checked her own watch, "and then get to the bank before the morning rush so I can get back here before Cabe arrives!"

As she started for the door, Walter grabbed her hand and pulled her back to him. "I'll take Ralph to school," he smiled. "You just worry about going to the bank, okay?"

"Are you sure?" Paige asked as she ran her fingers through her boyfriend's dark curls and slowly massaged his scalp.

Walter smiled as his eyes met hers. "Absolutely. And," he rose to his feet and kissed her forehead, "when you come back, you can rest in my bedroom until Cabe arrives with our next case."

Paige grinned softly and gently kissed Walter's lips. "That sounds lovely." After touching her nose to his, they made their way to Walter's bathroom to check their appearances, clean off and fix any evidence from their hasty make-out session and then crept back down the ramp. They scurried over to Walter's race car and then walked towards the kitchen like the professional colleagues they were, finding Ralph still sitting at the table, finishing up his breakfast.

"Ralph," Paige ruffled her son's hair and then lifted his backpack off of the floor, "Walter's going to take you to school this morning so that I can go to the bank."

"Cool," Ralph grinned as he scooted away from the table to place his dishes in the sink.

"And after school," Paige bent down and kissed her son's temple, "or, should I say, after work, we'll both pick you up and take you to get some ice cream." Paige then looked at Walter for approval, and the super genius smiled with a small nod. "I scoop swear."

Ralph gave his mother a quick hug and beamed. "Looking forward to it." After Ralph slipped his backpack over his shoulders, he raced to the back of the garage towards Walter's car.

The couple laughed as they both followed. "Be safe," Paige muttered to Walter as soon as she knew they were out of sight and out of earshot from the others. She leaned into him and kissed him lightly. "You know how nervous I get whenever you drive that car."

"Don't worry," Walter chuckled as he unlocked his Datsun. "I've been through worse."

"Which is why you still driving this heap of junk worries me," Paige whispered as both Walter and her son climbed into the Datsun. "Promise me you'll at least think about getting a new car when…," her voice trailed off as her hand automatically touched her lower abdomen. "Please?"

Walter closed the door and rolled down the window. "I'll think about it."

"Good." Paige, feeling a little bit more at ease, smiled and leaned through the open window to kiss her boyfriend. "I'm glad." She then waved her son goodbye and wished him to have a good day before stepping away from the vehicle.

And as she watched her boyfriend and her son disappear down the road, something didn't sit well with her, and she couldn't help but worry.

~ SCORPION ~

Paige, after eating a second breakfast and feeling a little bit better about the safety of her two favorite people once Walter called to let her know he was on his way back to the garage, eventually left for the bank, telling the others she'd return within the hour. Much to her disappointment, however, there were at least ten people already in line when she arrived.

She really shouldn't have had that second breakfast.

After fifteen minutes of waiting and hardly moving, Paige was growing impatient and was seriously considering storming up to the front to demand to know what was taking so long, but spotting a suspicious person caught her immediate attention. He was wearing mostly all black, and he was slowly making his way to the front of the line. She immediately felt sick again and carefully pulled out her phone. She stepped out of line and sidestepped towards a marble bench before calling Walter's cell.

He answered by the second ring.

"Paige? Is everything all right?"

"I don't know," Paige let out a deep breath. "I… I think something's about to go down at the bank…. At least one man was making his way to the front of the line, and he didn't look happy. Maybe I'm just paranoid…. I don't know, but I'm not getting a good vibe from them."

"Where are you?"

"I'm sitting on a bench near the far corner of the bank." Paige whispered quietly as she tried controlling her breathing. Now was not the time to throw up. "Oh, God, Walter, I can see his gun," she quietly yelped, "He has a gun!"

"Stay calm, Paige. Don't draw any attention to you." Walter whispered through the phone. "If you can, once chaos ensues, bolt for the bathroom and hide."

"Okay," Paige swallowed the lump in her throat and suppressed the need to throw-up. "Walter," she hugged her phone to her ear with her shoulder and instinctively wrapped her arms around her lower abdomen, "I'm scared."

"I know," her boyfriend's voice was soft and nervous. He didn't seem too confident either. "Paige, b—"

Paige froze with fear when the man pulled out his gun and suddenly shot the security guard in the chest. "Nobody leaves this bank," he shouted as he pushed his gun against an elderly woman's temple.

Paige's phone fell onto the floor.

~ SCORPION ~

WriterFreak001:

I struggled with the ending a little bit, but I hope it's okay for you. :) Let me know what you think! :D