Hey guys! This will be my first story based on Scorpion, woo! Just a warning, I am a full time student and a part time worker so I don't know how soon I'll be able to update the story, but I'll definitely try my best to do it on a regular basis. I do not own Scorpion or the awesome characters. Hope you enjoy!

"There's no way I'm going undercover again! NO." Sylvester crosses his arms in emphasis. "There is no way I'm putting myself in an uncomfortable and possibly dangerous position again." Cabe had walked in an hour ago with a new mission for the team and as usual, the team had automatically looked to him as the go-to man for the job.

Granted, this mission is different. There won't be any shootings, bombs, or any other life threatening scenarios. It is a simple auction. A very extravagant one held in one of the most luxurious hotels in California. Once a year, a private firm holds a gathering for several brilliant programmers that have a product they want to auction off. The event usually lasts an entire weekend and the sellers are offered free stay while the bidding takes place. This year, Homeland got word of a deadly virus being auctioned off by one of the contenders. The team's job is to pose as a married couple selling state-of-the-art software, find out who has the virus, and report back to Homeland.

Toby scoffs, "Why not? It wouldn't be so bad this time, you get to be married to a beautiful woman."

"Aww, thank you Toby" Paige lightly touches his arm in gratitude.

"You're welcome. Speaking of, why didn't anyone ask me to be the husband?"

"We need you to profile the crowd at the party, so you're in the van." Walter chimes in.

"No fair, Sylvester has all the fun." Toby pouts as he makes a show of crossing his arms in defiance.

"No, I already told you I'm not doing it," Sylvester protests; annoyed that everyone seems to have agreed on him being the one chosen without his consent. "Don't you remember what happened last time I went undercover?"

"You met some lovely people?" Toby remarks sarcastically.

"I died! Toby, dead! I was dead. So no, I will NOT go undercover. End of story."

"Why doesn't Walter go? He is the most qualified considering it's a hacking job," says an irritated Happy.

"Yeah, Walter you should do it! You're the computer guy," Sylvester rushes, "it only makes sense."

"Not necessarily, it's also an emotional job. Walter would have to convince everyone that he's in love with Page. Not that he hasn't already, but to strangers this time." Toby watches as Walter narrows his eyes at him in reaction.

"Wait, what?" Everyone looks at Paige as she catches on to what Toby had said.

"Nothing. I can't be the one undercover, I will be in the van maintaining visual and making sure everything goes as planned" Walter says, trying to lead the conversation in a different direction.

"I could do that Walt, it doesn't even make sense for me to go," Sylvester states matter-of-factly, "you should be the one with Paige." Toby looks at Sylvester then at Paige and Walter. Apparently, that statement was lost on them.

"It makes perfect logical sense, you are emotional and have to programming skills necessary to complete the mission." Walter tries unsuccessfully, knowing full well that his argument is lacking.

"I may be emotional but you are the programmer in this group. If we find the virus, you're the only one who could check the validity."

Toby, enjoying this conversation way too much, "That's true Walter, it would seem the most logical for you to be the husband. Unless of course there's some other reason you don't want to go pretending you love Paige." At that, both Walter and Paige look at each other subconsciously then quickly look away in embarrassment.

Sensing the atmosphere, Cabe tries to relieve the tension. "Paige, you wanna weigh-in on this?"

Having been caught off guard by the question, "Um… well I guess it would make more sense for Walter to go. He does have the most knowledge about computer viruses." Nervously, her hand makes its way to the nape of her neck and rests there for a few seconds before dropping back down to her side. Toby smirks at her body language but decides to hold his tongue.

"Well it's settled then, Walter you'll go undercover as Paige's husband," Cabe sees Walter start to protest and quickly puts a stop to it, "that's an order! Does everyone understand the procedure for this mission?"

Sylvester awkwardly raises his hand like a kindergartner, "Um… Why does the cover have to be a married couple? Couldn't it just be a software producer and an assistant or maybe a team member?

"An assistant wouldn't work, the hosts are private people. They've only invited the top software engineers in the world. Any 'uninvited guests' are not allowed in the events, they would have to wait in the banquet hall. The only people allowed into the actual convention are qualifiers. Besides, assistants would most likely be assigned different sleeping arrangements which would be inconvenient in our case. We need our team in communication at all times and nightfall is the most convenient time to run through important information.

"I have a question," Paige says as she moves away from her desk and closer to the team, "if it's a high tech sales convention and I'm going in as a co-creator of the software, don't you think I'd be at a disadvantage if they asked me about the software? I have very little knowledge of programming."

"Don't worry, we'll be in your ear the entire time. If anyone asks you a question, Sylvester will give you the answer. Try to let Walter do most of the talking. I need you there to get close with the other sellers and try to get some information on the virus. Make as many friends as you can and try to coax some information out of them." Cabe runs a hand over his mouth as he thinks. "But, just in case, Walter why don't you go over some common programming knowledge with her. Knowing how important this event is, I'm willing to bet the entire place is bugged. If that's the case we won't be able to stay in contact too often."

"Wait," Paige blurts, "are you saying we'll be watched the entire time?"

"Most likely, yes." Cabe sighs, "We'll have Happy sweep your hotel room for any bugs, just in case."

"O-our hotel room?" Walter stutters as the realization of sharing a room with Paige hits him. "What are we supposed to do if they bugged our room?"

"You're gonna need to get real comfortable then," Toby winks at a flustered Walter then chuckles. "Calm down, most men would be ecstatic if they found out they would be sharing a room with Paige."

"Toby cut it out." Paige says as she walks closer to Walter and smiles comfortingly, "We'll be fine Walter, don't worry. We can handle this." Even though she says the words confidently, on the inside she is terrified. Going undercover as a married couple is one thing, but sharing a room? That's too intimate. And what if the room is bugged? Are they going to need to sleep together? Paige's face colors as she realizes what she had just thought. She meant sleep together not…'sleep' together. Oh man, why is she acting like a school girl? It'll be fine.

"So, does everyone understand what we're doing?" Cabe says, interrupting Paige's thoughts. "Paige, you'll be the wife of Walter and co-creator of the mock software. Remember, this convention is a weekend event, so do your best to keep your cover at all times." Cabe sighs, "Now, Paige see what you can do about his," he points to Walter, "…'emotional disability'. We cannot make a mistake on this!"

"As opposed to the other missions where we could just screw up for the hell of it." Toby says in a hushed tone. To his left, he watches as Happy unexpectedly lets out a small, almost inaudible, chuckle.

"Got somethin' to say Toby?" Cabe's expression screams 'I dare you', but Toby doesn't even notice, he just watches as Happy smirks at him and walks away.

Paige and Walter separate themselves from the group and make their way upstairs.

"I disabled the intercom, installing that was a bad move on your part," Walter says as he guides Paige towards his room. "You practically gave them permission to intervene."

"I… was just trying to improve the communication between the team. Besides, it has helped us… get closer…"

"If by 'get closer' you mean having the team hear all our personal conversations, then yes."

"Yeah… alright, not my best idea."

"No," he stops as they neared the middle of the room, "but you meant well, and I do appreciate everything you've done for this team. I know the responsibilities I've entrusted you with haven't been easy, and I really appreciate everything you do for us. I don't know what I'd do without you." Walter' heart stops as he notices Paige's eyes widen in response to his accidental confession. "I-I mean we'd. I don't know wh-what we…" he clears his throat. "…we'd do without you."

Paige lowers her head slightly to hide the smile spreading across her face. She clears her throat and looks back up at him, "Okay, so since we'll be a newlywed couple, our feelings need to be intense… passionate," she pauses for a beat then continues. "You have to imagine us being so in love that we promised our lives to each other."

Walter scrunches his face, "Love is just a semi euphoric temporary chemical reaction; it isn't real. If anything, it's a mind's way of tricking itself into an idealistic state of illusory happiness."

"Awe how romantic! You sweet talk all your women like that?" The sarcasm is not lost on Walter and he pouts in response. Sighing, Paige reminds herself of who she's talking to and tries again. "Walter, I need you to just try to think with your heart instead of that genius brain of yours."

"What does that mean? The heart is a circulatory muscle, nothing more. How can I think with it?" Watching Paige frown he sighs in frustration. "I just don't understand, I'm sorry." He takes a step back and runs a hand through his hair.

Noting his frustration, she grabs his hand and gives it a small squeeze. "No, I'm sorry, I know this doesn't come naturally to you." Slowly, she bites her lip in thought while absentmindedly looking around the room for inspiration. "Here let's try this." She steps a bit closer to him and intertwines their hands. "How does this make you feel?"

Walter's eyes dart to their intertwined fingers. "It- It's fine, I guess" he stutters as she rubs her thumb over his hand.

"No Walter, I need you to tell me how it makes you feel. Is it pleasant? Uncomfortable? Do want me to continue, or stop?" Paige could feel her face heat at the intimacy of the words.

"Yes," he clears is throat, "a-all of the above." His eyes land on hers, then quickly scurry away.

She smiles to herself. "All of the above? You want me to stop and continue at the same time?" She tilts her head to try and capture his eyes again. "That doesn't seem very logical."

His eyes timidly find hers again. "I don't like… not understanding my own emotions."

"I understand that, but for this mission you're going to need to let yourself feel. It's not going to be easy, but the more you get used to it, the more you'll understand your emotions."

He nods.

So…" Slowly, eyes darting between his, she reaches her left hand and places it on his chest. Walter lets out a small gasp at the unexpected gesture. "You will need to…get used to us being," she takes a step towards him and lifts her head slightly to look directly in his eyes, "…closer."

Subconsciously, Walter's eyes dart towards her lips then alternate between her eyes before resting on the small armchair behind her. "I… I um c-can do that. Um… this should be pretty easy," he says, trying desperately to avoid eye contact. "We've worked together f-for a wh-while, close p-proximity shouldn't be an…um an issue."

She smiles, loving the way her touches seem to affect him. She feels an illogical sense of accomplishment as she makes him squirm under her gaze.

A small hand reaches up and pulls on his chin until his eyes have no choice but to lock onto Paige's. Quietly, she whispers, "I need your eyes on me." Her hand drops from his chin and finds a place over his heart. Walter nods inaudibly, eyes never wavering. "Now," she says as she tilts her head slightly to the right, "kiss me."