Yay, another fic from me and it probably won't even be a little bit good
"Oh come on!"
A voice carries from the bleachers on the other side of the field that Harvey finds very distracting during his son's playoff game. He's an avid supporter of his son's baseball, amongst other school activities, but he hasn't missed a single game in the five years his 11 year old son has been playing the sport. In all of the years he's been to these games, he's never met a woman so loud and yet she seems to know exactly what she's talking about. He's intrigued.
Harvey overhears a few of the dads talk about the loud woman across the way, screaming near profanities as they discuss her level of attractiveness compared to her level of annoyingness. His sunglasses block out the sunlight, but he squints anyway to catch a better glimpse of her. In just a few moments he has chalked up a few detailed about the mysterious redhead. She's wearing a dress falling somewhere between classy and slutty as the hem settles a little high on her thigh from her sitting position, she has expensive taste in fashion and isn't afraid to drop a pretty penny in that department, and that her son is the player behind home plate. The last deduction is the easiest by far.
Out of habit, Harvey makes his way down the bleachers as his son goes on deck to practice his swing before he's at bat. Jordan has been playing baseball for five years and Harvey has managed to crowd the fence for every single at bat the kid has ever had, but he takes note that he's never seen the woman screaming at every single pitch once in all of that time. Harvey shakes his head once, twice, three times at her and shifts his focus to his son.
"Come on, Jay," he says gently with a small clap, "You've got this."
Jordan, as usual, tosses an eye roll at his father over his shoulder but Harvey just smirks in return. For an eleven year old, Jordan sure is sassy but Harvey takes it in stride because he only gets every other weekend and game nights with the kid. Jordan's mother has little interest in baseball and hardly makes it to games claiming that she has better things to do than to sit at a baseball game all afternoon despite the fact that her son is playing. That's what Harvey gets really for having a one night stand with some twenty-two year old wannabe actress slash waitress back in his associate days. He supposes the best he got out of the deal was a great kid and a legal contract with a pretty aspiring actress when she was sucked into daytime television.
Eleven years later, she's become a veteran in daytime television and Harvey's right on the cusp of working out a deal to get more time with Jordan. His deal, however, is complacent on rumors he's heard that she's in talks for a movie deal being shot in Rome somewhere. Regardless, she's missing out on all the best parts, in Harvey's opinion…or maybe he's the one missing out. He isn't even sure anymore.
He laces his fingers with the chains in the fence and leans against it, lips thinning out and jaw tensing as he watches on silently. There's so much chatter in the background that Harvey can't even distinguish who is speaking anymore. His gaze returns to the mysterious woman who has seemingly become distracted by her phone and he notes that she seems to be sitting alone without a partner in crime. Harvey's eyebrows furrow at that, not entirely understanding how a woman like her could fly solo. She is definitely the kind of woman who he would want to accompany him to a Yankees game.
Just then, Harvey hears the metal tip of the bat tap against home plate and he realizes that Jordan is up to bat. He ignores the redhead, or at least tries his damnedest to, and watches the pitcher shake his head once at the catcher before there's a swift nod and a fast ball to follow. Jordan swings the bat but misses the ball.
Harvey grips the fence tighter and exhales a slightly annoyed breath. He quickly reminds himself to remain calm and breathes a little deeper before he swallows. He bites his bottom lip for a moment.
"It's no big deal. Shake it off," he yells, "You've got the next one."
Harvey can't really pinpoint what happens next and he's still trying to wrap his head around it when his feet fly into action, making his way to the edge of the fence. He's never seen a woman with heels so tall move as quickly as him, but she's at the same point just as quickly as he is. Harvey can't tell exactly what happened or where the game went wrong, but Jordan is on the ground and a ball flew right into the mask of the kid behind the plate.
"Oh come on!" The redheaded mystery is screaming, "Open your eyes ump. It was a strike. Just because the kid is terrified to choke up on the bat doesn't mean it's a ball."
"Whoa," Harvey is interjecting quicker than he'd even thought he would, "careful there lady. My kid knows what he's doing. Unlike your kid. He doesn't even know when to swing."
"William knows when to swing," she replies aggressively.
"William," Harvey mocks with a laugh, "What kind of a name is William?"
"It's my father's name," she says then, tossing him a glare.
Harvey laughs there, "My father's name is Gordon but I wasn't stupid enough to name him that. That's like asking for him to get made fun of on the playground."
"Piss off," she counters.
"You've got a foul mouth, Lady," he snaps, "Quite an influence you are."
"And I suppose you're just the model citizen of tact and grace," she says sarcastically, "You look like an asshole."
"If it looks like a duck," he mutters.
"Dad!" "Mom!" The kids yell at the same time.
They reluctantly retreat back to their corners, glaring at each other from the space between them. It's only when his scowl turns into a smirk does he think he sees her wink at him. Of course their children would be way more civil than they would be for a pair of adults. He's well aware of just how incredibly sexy the rather infuriating woman remains to be.