AN: Hey guys, so I know it's been basically a year but I'm back! I've missed Anger Management and quintis and writing and you guys! So I apologise for leaving y'all hanging and hopefully y'all would still like to continue reading! I'll update as soon as I

*3 months later*

Toby's POV

Toby hadn't seen Happy in a week and even though it'd only been seven days, it felt like a year. His eyes yearned to look into her amber ones and it felt as if his skin would burn until the moment he touched her.

And so he found himself in front of her apartment door with a dozen lillies. Unorthodox flowers for a beautiful unorthodox woman. For some reason, he was nervous. His hands were clammy and his heart was beating erratically; he'd have to calm himself down before knocking, otherwise he would look like a teenager nervous to ask an older girl out.

Toby took a few steady breaths, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. He would master this simple emotion or he wasn't a genius psychiatrist.

After about a minute of whispered pep talk, he raised his arm to knock on the door. Just as his fist hit the wood, the door gave way and he nearly fell into Happy's apartment.

Happy let out a long peal of laughter, almost doubling over. Toby watched in amusement as her eyes squeezed shut and her laughter rang out through the hallway. Looking at her, he couldn't help but think that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and that he could spend the rest of his content life just watching her laugh.

Eventually Happy sobered up and Toby could tell how much effort she had put into her appearance that night. She was wearing a knee-length black dress that accentuated her curves without being tacky. Her skin literally glowed and her smile made Toby's heart nearly beat out of his chest. So much for breathing exercises, he thought.

Happy cleared her throat and looked down and Toby snapped out of his daydreaming.

"You look amazing, Hap," he said softly, handing her the flowers. As the blush spread over her cheeks, she leaned down and smelled the flowers and Toby nearly proposed to her right then and there.

"You don't look so bad yourself, Doc." She teased.

With a pleased smile Toby reached his hand out to grasp hers. "Are you ready to go?" Happy nodded and the couple left, all the while Toby's heart nearly beat out of his chest.

**

When they arrived at the club, Toby had to admit that he was pleasantly surprised. The atmosphere was electric and the beat of the music was steady and fast. This wasn't at all where he pictured Happy going out to dance.

Happy smiled and led him in, passing the bouncer with a smile. The bouncer nearly fell over his feet opening the red belt for her, and Toby hoped that they didn't know each other very well. The never ending row of people winding around the building's corner groaned simultaneously, and he found himself chuckling.

Once inside could Toby fully appreciate the splendor of the club. Tables and booths were spread around the room, with a clear space in the middle where people were dancing. They found their way to the bar where Happy ordered a beer and Toby got a water.

Happy looked at him with furrowed brows. "Just a water?"

"Yeah Hap, I'm doing my best to avoid things that remind me of gambling, and alcohol happens to be one of them. Feel free to have one for me though." He smiled, still looking around the club.

After a minute of silence Toby looked over to Happy to see why she was so quiet. She was looking at him with absolute admiration in her eyes, and something else, something that made his cheeks burn and his insides feel warm and soft. "I'm really proud of you," she said, softly enough for just him to hear and took his hand, giving it a light squeeze before clearing her throat quickly and starting to walk to a booth. Toby didn't think his smile could get any bigger.

**

The couple spent half an hour sitting together in a booth, with Happy telling animated stories about strange customers they'd had at the shop, and Toby listening attentively, murmuring a "hmm" or a "yeah" or a laugh every now and then. He couldn't help but think of seeing the excited look on her face every day or how that dress she wore surely would look even better, if possible, on his floor.

After another drink, Happy stood suddenly and grabbed his hand.

"We really should be dancing!" She called out and practically dragged Toby to the dance floor. He couldn't help but laugh at how careless she was while he was nearly tripping over his feet trying to follow her.

Honestly Toby couldn't remember the last time she had looked so care free and comfortable and, well, happy. He was sure the alcohol had something to do with it but at least he was there to make sure she didn't have too much or at least take care of her.

Some current song was pumping through the speakers and Toby had no idea what it was. It sounded like the hefty man from the apartment above his stomping around with the occasional high-pitched lyric.

Happy caught on immediately and matched the rhythm of her hips to the song. Toby hadn't known what to expect but this daring, lithe dancer wasn't it. But he'd never been more pleasantly surprised in his life.

He started dancing next to her but Happy placed her hands on his hips and pulled him right into what he used to think of as her "personal space bubble."

And so they danced until they couldn't catch their breath, only to take a short break and start dancing again. Happy was an amazing dancer and Toby, well, at least he didn't step on her feet. After a few hours and a few drinks (for Happy) later, Toby realised that it was getting late and he had to be sure to get Happy home safely.

"Hey, Hap," he spoke into her ear, careful not to shout over the music, "I think we should be headed home, it's getting late."

Happy pouted but nodded her head and got her purse and leather jacket.

Once they got into the car Happy started climbing into the driver's seat but Toby quickly stopped her.

"Oh no, you don't. I'll drive, babe."

Happy froze and looked straight at him. "What did you say?"

"Babe? Is that okay?"

Happy licked her lips while her eyes flickered down to his and she nodded slowly. She didn't need any more persuasion to stay in the passenger seat after that.

Five minutes into the drive home, Toby looked over to check up on Happy and saw she had fallen asleep. Her lips were parted slightly and her head was leaning against the headrest. He couldn't help but think that she looked more peaceful asleep than he'd ever seen her.

Once they arrived at Happy's apartment, Toby parked her truck and switched off the engine. Happy was still sound asleep and he didn't have it in him to disturb her. He took out his phone and quickly snapped a picture of her, saving it as his lockscreen and wallpaper. Hopefully she didn't think it was creepy, but she looked so peaceful and he needed the picture so he could see her whenever he went on his phone.

After a few minutes of debating whether or not to wake her up, Toby decided to carry her in. She didn't have that many drinks but she did seem like a lightweight.

He opened the passenger door and moved to pick her up. She stirred and opened her eyes.

"What are you doing?" She mumbled.

Toby placed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm taking you inside Hap, go back to sleep."

Happy shifted and the smallest hint of a smile played on her lips. Toby knew he would never be able to forget the way she looked then, asleep in his arms. As a psychiatrist he couldn't help but feel pride wash over him. Happy Quinn, the guarded, brash girl from his anger management class, trusted him enough to sleep in his arms. The progress she, and they, had made was incredible.

Once they got into her apartment, Happy had seemed to have woken up. She looked at the clock that read 01:37.

Toby poured her a glass of water and handed it to her, before sitting her down on the couch, next to him. She gulped up the water before setting the glass down on the coffee table and running her hand over her face.

"How do you feel, love?" Toby asked softly.

Happy looked at him and he saw a strange, almost reckless look on her face. In the blink of an eye, she was straddling his lap and crushing her lips to his. The kiss was frantic and desperate and Toby reacted immediately by placing his hands on her waist and pulling her closer into him.

Happy ran her tongue along his lower lip and she moaned, running her hands through his hair. Toby's mind was fuzzy and all he could focus on was her lips on his and the feel of her warm skin on his fingertips. Happy kissed a line to his jaw, then started peppering kisses on his neck all while her hands reached slowly down his chest, travelling to the waistline of his jeans.

Toby's mind cleared for a second and he took her hands in his and whispered, "Hap, not now."

Happy pulled back and Toby couldn't help but feel his heart squeeze at the look of pain in her eyes.

"You don't..." She climbed off of him and sat on the couch, next to him with a considerable distance between them. "You don't want me." She said, looking at her hands.

Toby thought of all the foster homes she'd been to, all the parents and siblings and people who had rejected her and how she must be reminded of that rejection in this moment.

"Hap, look at me."

When she didn't, he took her face in his hands softly and looked her in the eye.

"Of course I want you. I want you more than you could ever know. But I want you when you're sober and every other day after that. Not like this."

She nodded slowly and Toby leaned in to kiss her softly. "C'mon, let's get you to bed," he whispered and lead her by the hand to her bedroom. He took off her shoes and tried to pass her pajamas but she shook her head and climbed into bed with her dress still on. Toby pulled the blankets up to her neck and kissed her forehead softly.

"Goodnight Hap," he whispered.

Just as he turned around to leave, he felt her grab his hand. He turned around to ask what was wrong when she whispered, so softly that at first he doubted she ever spoke.

"Stay."

"Of course, sweetheart."

And so he took off his shoes and climbed into bed next to her, careful to keep his distance. Happy rolled over and curled into his side, pulling his arm around her before immediately falling asleep. Toby smiled and committed the image to his memory, knowing that even if he tried, he'd never be able to forget that night.