This is the final chapter! I hope you guys liked this story. I probably am not going to be doing much more writing after this story. If I do, it will definitely just be one-shots. This venture has made me realize I enjoy the actual reading part more than the writing part.

Yes, I am a wimp.

I just realized, in earlier chapters, I may have referred to Toby as a "psychologist". I am correcting my mistake now by saying Toby is a PSYCHIATRIST! HARVARD TRAINED!

Enjoy!

The team pulled up about 200 feet from the abandoned barn. Taking in their surroundings, they saw that the area seemed completely abandoned. There was no sign of life to be seen, aside from the occasional squirrel or bird. No wonder no one had thought to look this place over.

"We need to try and communicate with Happy again," Cabe suggested, "Walter, any luck?"

"None," Walter replied dejectedly. He had spent the entire ride to the farm analyzing the computer that belonged to the IP address that Happy had sent him. They were hoping that, should the computer be somewhat up-to-date, they could hack into its webcam or microphone and get a better idea of the situation.

"The computer is old," Sylvester explained, "Something you might find at Goodwill."

"Well, then we will just play it by ear," Cabe responded.

A sleek police car pulled up alongside the black Scorpion van. Its sirens were switched off in order to keep from raising alarm. Cabe rolled down the window.

"The computer is too out of date to get a video feed," Cabe relayed to Officer Paul, "We are going to have to do this the old fashioned way."

Officer Paul nodded.

"I only want to take one of your men in," said Paul, "We cannot distribute firearms to your team and can only cover one member." The geniuses nodded in understanding.

"We should send Toby in," Sylvester suggested, "I mean, Happy is his girlfriend, and he's a doctor."

"No!" Officer Paul responded sharply, "It is never a good idea to let someone closely connected to the victim into the line of fire. Emotions tend to get in the way of better judgement."

"Perfect," Toby muttered, rolling his eyes, "Ignore the Harvard MD and send in Walter."

"Actually," Cabe responded, "That's a very good idea. Out of all of you, Walter is the least susceptible to emotions," he turned to Walter, "I don't mean that in a bad way."

"Yes," Walter replied, strapping on a bulletproof vest handed to him by one of the police officers, "With my low EQ, this is the most efficient way to go about rescuing Happy."

Sylvester, Cabe, and Paige whispered rushed well-wishes to Walter before Toby approached the genius.

"Keep me in touch," the shrink murmured, "You wouldn't understand, but I need her, Walter."

Walter stood back and got a good look at the shrink. He had not noticed the toll that this mission had taken on Toby. His face looked haunted. His eyes lacked their usual glint. It was almost as if Toby's charisma had been stolen away with Happy. Walter, though not the most emotionally literate, knew how hard it was to see a loved one in danger. Walter planted a reassuring hand on Toby's shoulder.

"Maybe I don't understand," Walter began, "But you and I both know that we will do everything in our power to get Happy back." Walter paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully.

"But," he continued slowly, "You need to prepare yourself for the worst. I understand how much she means to you, but we both know that anything could happen." Toby nodded.

"It's all I can think about," Toby replied sullenly, "Do well, Walter. Stay safe."

"O'Brien," Officer Paul interrupted. Walter and Toby turned towards the man. Paul nodded and gestured towards the building. With one last look of reassurance, Walter split up from the group.

Tension began to build as the officers approached the building. Four teams of three were being sent in, one on each side. Walter was entering towards the front of the building and was ordered to stay behind the officers at all times. The area was silent.

"On my count…" Paul whispered, "One, two, three!"

Walter and the other two police officers broke through the door of the barn. The officers held their guns ready. Walter took a step back, staying behind the officers as he had been instructed.

"LAPD! Put your hands up!"

Walter heard the shouts of the officers entering on all four sides of the barn. He immediately took in his surroundings. The first thing that stood out to Walter was a long line of extension cords running towards the back of the barn. He quietly gestured to the wires and the small team started following them. They travelled cautiously, being mindful of every step they took.

The wires led to a spacious room reeking of smoke and alcohol. Walter curled his nose in disgust. He continued to take in the his surroundings, and gasped when he saw what lay in the corner.

Happy's slim figure was slumped next to a destroyed computer. Blood ran from a long cut across the side of her head. Around the wound was a sickly purple bruise. Noticing the bat laying at her side, Walter assumed that Druyea had destroyed the computer before hitting Happy across the head. Walter closed his eyes and took a deep breath to keep from running up to help his injured friend. Moments later, he heard four calls of "Clear!" from the officers. Druyea was nowhere to be found.

Walter turned to Paul and he gave the genius a small nod of permission. Walter rushed forward and fell to Happy's side, grasping at her neck for a pulse. He felt fluttering under his fingertips and noticed Happy's chest rising and falling unevenly. Walter pulled a pocketknife out of his back pocket and began sawing away at the constraints that bound her ankles.

"Get Toby!" Walter commanded the police officers. They nodded and rushed off to alert the team. Two of the officers knelt down beside Walter and helped him move Happy from the chair to the floor. The pounding of footsteps grew louder as the rest of the team ran into the room. Toby cried out in anguish.

"Don't!" he shouted. Walter and the other officers froze.

"Don't move her!" Toby fell to Happy's side and threw Walter out of the way, "If she has an injury to the vertebrae or head, you could be making it worse."

The room fell silent as Toby examined Happy's wounds. The first thing he did was check for swelling around her head wound. He then checked her eyelids for dilation.

"The swelling is alarmingly large and needs treatment," Toby rambled, "Her right pupil is larger than her left, which is a symptom of a bad concussion. I don't even need to see the rest of her injuries to conclude we need to call 911."

Hearing this, everyone sprang into action. Officer Paul pulled out his radio and rang for the EMT. Walter and Cabe worked to clear a path for the paramedics to bring a stretcher through. Sylvester and a couple of the officers made their way outside to greet the paramedics, and Paige and Toby stayed with Happy, trying to get her to wake up.

"Come on, Happy," Toby pleaded, his hand tightly grasping hers, "I know you probably can't hear me right now, but you need to wake up." He paused for a moment as though waiting for a reply. He sighed when no reply came. His fingers found her wrist once again, becoming more flustered as he realized her pulse was still light and uneven.

"Toby," Paige began carefully, "Just step back for a moment. Happy needs you to be strong."

"It's not like she can hear me anyways!" Toby countered. He opened his mouth to continue but was cut off by the sound of sirens.

Moments later, paramedics rushed into the room at the back of the barn, led by the rest of the team. Toby took a step back as a stretcher was brought in.

"She has severe swelling from a blow to the head," Toby rambled, his voice shaking, "Breathing and heart rate are light and uneven. Her right pupil is enlarged- more than the left."

One of the paramedics did a cursory run over of Happy's injuries while noting down what Toby had told him on a small notepad.

"Thank you very much, sir," the paramedic replied, "We will take it from here." They finished strapping Happy down and raced her towards the ambulance. Toby trailed closely behind.

The rest of the team followed the paramedics and Happy out of the barn, leaving LAPD to collect information about the crime scene. They met up with Toby, who was being told off by a paramedic, at the Scorpion van.

"What do you mean 'immediate family only'!" Toby shouted, "None of her immediate family is here, moron!"

"With the severity of the situation, we can't have anyone getting in the way," the paramedic explained, trying to placate the distraught psychiatrist.

"Toby," Paige stated reassuringly, "These paramedics will do just fine getting Happy to the hospital." She grabbed his upper arm, leading him to into the van where everyone else waited. Toby was silent, too emotionally worn to put up a fight.

Toby sat next to Sylvester, staring out the window for the entire trip. The entire car was silent as the geniuses began to cope with the rush of relief that Happy was in safe hands.

Happy was released from the hospital two days later. The doctors were able to conclude that there would be no lasting effects from Happy's injuries. When she arrived at the hospital, they found out that Happy had not only a moderate concussion, but also a twisted ankle and bruised rib, along with many other bruises and scratches from her struggle. It took Happy over an hour to regain consciousness. When she did wake, she was very upset that she had been taken to the hospital, but understood the severity of the problem as her mind was working slower than usual. After pulling some strings and using the "doctor card", Toby was given permission to stay with Happy overnight. This made her hospital stay slightly more enjoyable, but the mechanic was still overjoyed when she was told she could go home.

A week after getting back to the garage, Happy was starting to feel like normal again. Toby had been very careful to make sure she couldn't get her hands on any power tools. Her dad strictly banned her from working at his shop until she was cleared by the doctor to work again. She had been put on rest from working with Scorpion and was confined to the garage. Finally, Toby gave her permission to start working small jobs with the team, keeping away from the action side of the business.

The kidnapping had brought Toby and Happy even closer. They had always been very comfortable with each other. They had started dating on Christmas of 2015. Even though they refrained from PDA and usually didn't make their relationship very obvious, the team knew that they had developed a relationship beyond friendship. That's why after two weeks after Happy's return home, they were not surprised when Toby and Happy left the garage early to catch dinner and a movie. Nobody said a word.

The garage was silent when the couple returned. Walter and Sylvester had already turned in for the night and Paige had taken Ralph home to get some sleep before school the next day. Toby grinned in pleasure. Everything was going as planned so far.

"Alright," Happy whispered, "I'm going to bed. Thanks for a good night."

Toby took a deep breath and gathered his courage once again.

"Wait," he sputtered, "I need to talk to you about something."

"Spit it out then," Happy replied impatiently, "I'm exhausted,"

"Well," Toby began, leading Happy towards the Scorpion sign, "Recently, I've been thinking a lot about… our relationship."

Happy stopped walking, her heart pounding out of her chest.

"What do yo-"

"No, don't," Toby stopped her. He pulled her along the last few steps to where they stood underneath the brightly lit Scorpion sign. He took her hands in his.

"I know you are not a sappy, Hallmark card type of woman," Toby began, "But, everything that has happened lately has really made me consider my life and how quickly things can go south. We have known each other for years, and we've been dating for three of them. I know that your past makes it hard to accept people into your heart. I understand that you are scared. But, honestly, I am terrified. I grew up in a broken household. My fiance left me at the altar. My mom committed suicide and my father followed suit. I know that life can change in a blink of an eye, and there is no time to waste."

Toby reached into his pocket. The small box had been weighing him down all evening, and he was partially thrilled and partially terrified to be presenting it. He flipped the top of the cube open, revealing a simple stainless steel ring. Instead of being decorated with bright and flashy jewels like traditional engagement rings, this one was adorned with delicate engraved details. Towards the center of the ring was a circle of woven steel with bronze, creating an impressive and beautiful hue. Since the ring was made out of steel instead of gold or silver, Happy would be able to wear it while working. Happy's free hand flew to her mouth, stifling a gasp of surprise.

"I know you have always said that that tools never let you down and people do. But, I think that we have both concluded that I am the biggest tool in all of LA."

This earned a small giggle from Happy, who was struggling to keep tears from surfacing. She had gotten used to letting her emotions show from dating Toby, but this mixed feeling of excitement, fear, and relief was strange. It felt different, but at the same time, absolutely right.

"So," Toby moved, sinking down on one knee, "I guess what I'm asking is I can't wait any longer. I can't just be a tool. I want to be your tool. I want to make our relationship official before it's too late." Toby grinned.

"Will you, Happy-freaking-Quinn, make me the happiest I have ever been, and marry me?"

Sorry, that ending was a bit rushed. I'm not the best writer, so word vomit is usually the best way to go.

The part about Toby's back story with his parents is not necessarily what really happened, but it's kind of what I assumed might of happened after Toby told Happy his mom was bipolar and he was unable to help them in "Talismans".

I hope you guys liked this story! Until next time!