Harvey knows Conrad Doyle is a pain in the ass. Conrad Doyle has a long and established history of being a pain in the ass but a summons on a Saturday elevates him to a whole new level. Harvey's Saturdays are better spent doing other things than running out to the Hamptons to deal with some nonsensical issue that can certainly wait for a more civilized day and time. It is two o'clock in the morning and it better be a matter of life and death. Harvey grabs Louis for the ride out to the Doyle estate and given the unknown topic of this summons, Harvey decides that he'd better cover his bases. Six million in billables is nothing to sneeze at.
The pair passes through the iron gates as the car navigates the long stone driveway to the Doyle mansion. The house is imposing and pretentious but so are most of the houses on this lane. Millionaires mile is serious business. Ray pulls the car up to the grand entrance of the home. Ray always thought this place suited Harvey. The Doyle Mansion looks like like it is right out of a Batman comic and Harvey can be very Bruce Wayne. A smile crosses Ray's face since Harvey being the Batman makes him basically Alfred and makes Louis Litt... Robin.
"Make yourself comfortable, I don't know how long this is going to be." Harvey offers Ray before exiting the car. Ray acknowledges Harvey's request and knows that Harvey will look for a quick exit so he'd better stick around. Ray settles into the seat, pulling out his ipod for entertainment. He as a couple of shows to binge on tto catch up to his wife
Louis and Harvey are greeted at the door by the butler.
"This way Mr. Specter." The butler guides the pair through the elaborate rooms on the first floor to the grand staircase. They traverse the grand staircase to the master bedroom. The pair exchange looks since the business of needing a lawyer in the bedroom is a sign of a messy problem to solve. As they enter the room, Harvey realizes the situation is not what he expected. It is worse. Conrad is in a prolific state of undress and there is a woman semi-conscious on the floor. There is a smashed table and blood spattered everywhere. Louis and Harvey exchange looks. This is not good… not good at all.
Harvey knows Conrad's temper. He knows it all too well. He walks over to check on the woman. "Did you call 911?" Harvey touches the woman just make sure she is breathing and that is when he notices the handcuff on her wrist with a roll of his eyes. This situation just went from bad to worse and he is running out of options on this sliding scale.
"No, I called you." Conrad's voice is cocky and snide. Harvey's eyes widen at the response. If he was Conrad's first call, this is the worst possible situation. "This woman needs a hospital. I am an attorney not a doctor, Conrad." Harvey surveys the woman's condition trying not to make the situation worse by moving her. He is running through the possible solutions to this situation in his head as Conrad's impatience with the situation grows.
"God damn it, Harvey, I called you. I need you to fix this and a hospital won't fix this." Harvey looks up at Louis. With a nod of his head, they take a moment together in the hall.
"This woman needs medical attention, Louis. " Harvey begins the conversation with Louis maintaining eye contact with the parties in the room. At first Louis is lost for a response but quickly rallies as the solution pops into his head.
"I know who to call." Harvey gives Louis a curious look as Louis whips out his phone. Who in the hell would Louis know to tap from the bench for a situation like this? Louis turns away from Harvey and taps a speed dial in his contact list. He distances himself from the group as he begins to speak. Harvey watches Louis pacing the hallway as Louis has a very pointed conversation.
"Jules, so sorry to wake you but I need your assistance. Yes…" Louis rattles off the address and some details before hanging up the phone. He quickly returns to Harvey. "Help is on the way."
"Louis you know this has to be discreet." Harvey turns his attentive gaze to the cluster in other room. "I mean really discreet."
"Harvey, I understand. Trust me. This is the only choice and it is a good choice. I called a professional." Louis walks back into the room. Harvey is not sure to be impressed or concerned at the level of confidence that Louis has with this solution but right now it's the best one they have got. He will make it work one way or another. Fortunately, Louis managed to catch is professional while she was still in the Hamptons. His fix is close by and on her way.
Within a half an hour, the butler guides an elegantly dressed woman into the room. The woman is dressed in formal wear quite obviously from an evening at an event. She has a leather satchel in her hand as she makes her entrance.
"Thank you for coming, Dr. Bond." Louis meets the woman at the doorway as she enters the room. The woman takes a quick look around and spying her most obvious patient. She surmises the injuries on her approach to the patient before kneeling down with assistance from Louis.
Harvey and Conrad attempt to speak to her but the woman silences them with a finger as she goes right to work. As the woman begins to work on her patient, Conrad demands her attention. "Don't you even want to know what happened?"
The woman shoots Conrad a scornful look. "Sloppy but kinky sex that ended with some discord between the lovebirds?" The woman lifts the hand with the cuff dangling in the air. Conrad is stunned at the sharpness… and accuracy of her statement which renders him silent. Harvey is amazed that those words just flowed out of her mouth without her missing a beat with the patient. As if on cue, the woman reaches into her bag and pulls out a handcuff key and removes the handcuff from her patient's wrist.
"What is she on?" The woman demands the answer from the collective. Conrad hesitates. The woman turns around for a moment to face them. "Did I stutter? What is she on?" Conrad again hesitates as woman stands and confronts him face to face. "I am not your shrink, your preacher or your (she cast an eye towards Louis and Harvey) lawyer… I am not asking for a freaking confession. I am asking what she is on."
Conrad looks towards Harvey who nods to answer. Conrad rattles off the evening's activities in graphic detail which is way too much information but at least it provides the answers that the Doctor needs. She reaches into her satchel for a a vile. Harvey watches their guest closely as he make his way back across the room towards Louis.
"Louis, who is she?" Louis can tell Harvey's interest has been peaked. "Dr. Ruby Bond." The name sounds mildly familiar. Harvey has heard this name before but he can't place it at this moment. "She is a doctor and a surgeon. She is very highly recommended."
"Will she be discreet?" Harvey is concerned since he can't place her and this is a delicate situation.
"She will be more than discreet. This is what she does, Harvey. Dr. Bond is a concierge doctor. This is what people pay her to do. I am assuming money is no object tonight." Louis is a bit proud of his decision. After all of his screw ups as of late... this is a mark in the win column. Harvey is wondering why Louis has a concierge doctor on speed dial but the fact that he does has come in handy tonight to resolve a rather delicate problem with a high profile client. "Money is most definitely no object tonight." Harvey taps Louis on the shoulder as a sign of approval.
The Doctor works on the patient for hours as the collective moves to other rooms to all for privacy. Harvey and Louis have moved with Conrad into his study at the Doctor's orders. Louis has informed Conrad as to whom the doctor is and the level of discretion that she has with her clients.
A few hours later, the Doctor enters the room and rattles off instructions to the butler and to the collective group. She returns to the bedroom to gather her tools before tossing her bag on her shoulder. She returns to the study handing a card to both the butler and to Conrad. "My accountant will be in touch."
As the Doctor turns to depart down the stairs, Louis and Harvey pull her to the side to speak with her privately before she leaves.
"Dr. Ruby Bond… Harvey Specter." Louis makes a quick introduction knowing that is the reason for Harvey pulling her to the side. Ruby Bond looks Harvey over from head to toe. "So you are Harvey Specter." Harvey is intrigued by the head to toe survey and the fact that she seems to know who he is but he can't place her.
"Have we had the pleasure of...?" Harvey meant to say the last word but it didn't quite come out but for the time of day… he is not concerned.
"No, Harvey we have not and my friends call me Jules." Jules gives him a wicked little wink as Harvey releases her hand. Harvey takes in the appearance of the doctor. She has a lovely face. She is pretty but not what he would consider beautiful. She is neither fat nor thin but there is something attractive about her. He still can't place where he has heard her name but there is definitely something familiar about her.
"Louis, always a pleasure." Louis takes her hand. "Thank you for coming. Your usual fee, I would assume?" Louis actually being fairly suave with the doctor. Harvey wonders if the doctor is perhaps a old flame of Louis'.
"Of course." She gives him a wink and a smile. Harvey removes her bag from her shoulder. "At least allow me to escort you." He offers his free arm to Jules as they walk down the grand staircase and towards the door. Jules casts a sidelong look at Harvey as they exit, Harvey is shocked and amused at her chariot of choice. Her ride is an orange Astin Martin Vantage which is parked in front of the door.
"Nice ride but isn't an Astin Martin a little cliché… Bond, Ruby Bond." Harvey places the bag on the passenger's seat as they round the front of the car. He opens the door for Jules as she responds his commment. "What an original observation, Mr. Specter." She settles into the seat with a final glance up at Harvey.
"I am surprised you can drive this in those heels." Harvey comments on her footwear.
"Oh, Mr. Specter, you would be surprised what I have done in these heels. Have a good night." She gives him an appropriately naughty smile as he closes the car door. Harvey thinks to himself that you have to love a woman who carries her own handcuff key besides there is something about her that he likes perhaps their paths will cross again. Now time to deal with the fallout.
