Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I wish I did... I totally wish I owned Harvey Spector (And Seeley Booth as well... now that I think about it.)
For those of you that read my other story, this should come as no surprise... I love Harvey too much not to give him an O.C.
"Wise men say only fools rush in
but I can't help, falling in love with you."
Elvis.
"No," Harvey Spector sighed the moment Mike Ross walked in to his office. The young associate had not even started talking yet, but Harvey knew what the kid wanted and he still refused to do it.
"But I haven't even asked yet," Mike complained turning to look at his boss with a confused look on his face. "You don't even know what this is about."
"Sure I do," Harvey said with a nod as he stood up from his desk, he buttoned his suit jacket before he slipped his hands in his pant pockets and walked around his desk so that he was standing closer to his associate. "This is about your friend, the one that is getting a divorce? And I'm saying no, I will not take her case."
"But why not?" Mike asked, not understanding why his boss was so against taking his friend's case. Harvey was always saying that he didn't care about other people, but Mike had been watching him since he had started working at Pearson Harden and it was clear that as much as he tried not to Harvey did care about other people besides himself. And Mike knew that if Harvey would just read over the details of this case his boss would change his mind.
"Because divorce cases never help," Harvey said with a shrug as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I am the best closer in the city, I did not get here by taking small divorce cases. If they weren't ready to be married and stay married they should have never gone through the whole white dress thing to begin with."
"But she was ready," Mike stressed, standing up for his friend. "She just didn't know what he was really like. That is not her fault." Harvey scoffed and reached behind him, pulling a stack of files out from behind his back and handing them out to Mike. "If you just read through the facts of this case I know you would take it," Mike muttered, not moving forward to grab the files in Harvey's still outstretched hand. "Just give it a chance."
"What I would like to give a chance is for you to give these bylaws a chance," Harvey said, waving his hand back and forth so that the files caught Mike's attention. "I need you to know everything that they say before we talk merger with the client this afternoon. That means you need to get on that now." Mike sighed and walked forward to grab the files. When Harvey wasn't looking he slipped a small file onto his desk, hoping that his boss would find it during the day and read it.
"Fine," he sighed dejectedly before he turned and walked out of the room. He wasn't sure if Harvey would find the file he had left on his desk, but he hoped he would. And he had enough faith in his boss that he knew if Harvey did read the file he would take Spencer's case. He would have to. He walked out of Harvey's glass office and nodded at Donna before heading back to his desk with the other associates. Once he got to his desk he opened a drawer and pulled out his cell phone, he scrolled through his contacts until he found her name and started a new text. I got the file to him. If he doesn't take your case I will find someone else in the office, if that doesn't work I will defend you myself.
He meant what he had said, but he hoped that it would not come to that. He had had trouble with housing court, he didn't want to think about what would happen to him in divorce court. But Spencer was important to him and he hoped that Harvey would realize that and take her case. Harvey did care about him after all, even though the older man would never admit it. Mike knew that he wasn't as hard as he tried to appear. The young associate smiled at that thought before he turned to the bylaws in front of him and started to read, mentally preparing for the meeting.
-.-.-.-.-
Harvey sat back down in his seat once his associate left and looked around his office, trying to find something to do. He was about to stand back up and go bother Louis when he noticed a blue folder that was sitting on his desk. It must have been left over from the files that he had meant to give to Mike, but when he reached for it Harvey remembered that the folders he had given Mike had been tan. This folder had not been in his office when his associate came in to beg him to take his friend's case. Harvey shook his head at Mike's attempt to fool him, a part of him wanted to simply throw the folder into his trashcan and forget about its existence, but a larger part of him wanted to open it and see what the big deal was about. It wasn't that he cared about Mike's feelings or desires, but he was curious about why Mike cared so much. Maybe the girl was hot ... that thought stopped Harvey in his tracks. Was Ross even capable of noticing that a girl was attractive? he found himself wondering. Harvey shook his head with a chuckle and opened the folder, he was just going to take a peak and see why Mike cared about this girl and this case as much as he did.
The words on the page in front of Harvey were not what he had expected. As he flipped through the pages inside the folder he realized that almost every one of them was a hospital report. They were from multiple hospitals throughout the states of New York and New Jersey. And each one seemed worse than the last. Harvey swallowed thickly when certain words jumped out at him. Broken ribs was one of them, ribs ... as in more than once. Lacerations was another one. That mean that she had been cut right? Bruising, that one didn't seem so bad, he was okay with that one. Stitches, broken radius, fractured tibia, concussion, amnesia, underweight, malnourished, rape, burns. Harvey stared at the reports laid out on his desk in front of him, it seemed that the only thing this woman had not injured was her face. After the hospital reports there were pictures of all of the injuries, Harvey stopped flipping through those after he realized he could make out the shape of a size 10 dress shoe on the woman's back, that must have been the injured spine from the New York Downtown Hospital, Harvey thought, closing the file and preparing to bring it back to Michael with a lecture about how the associate should not try to disgust his boss, especially when Harvey was having such a bad day anyway. But as he closed the file the name on the outside of the folder caught his attention and he changed his mind.
"Donna," Harvey barked as he leaned back in his chair, Jessica was going to be pissed about his decision, but Harvey didn't care. They didn't call him a gunslinger for nothing, after all. And after all the work Harvey had put in at Pearson Harden, Harvey felt that he deserved to do what he wanted. "Get me Spencer Avery on the phone. Now." He did not have to look up from the name on the blue folder in front of him to know that his order was being followed. Donna had probably had her hand on the phone the moment he said her name, and the woman in this file would be standing in his office in less than an hour if Harvey Spector had anything to say about it.
-.-.-.-.-
Mike was on his computer, doing a bit of extra research on their afternoon meeting with a potential client when he heard the distinct sound of a woman walking down the hallway. He could tell that it was a woman because of the click of her heels on the floor. What made him nervous was that it must have been Jessica, because with every step she took closer to his desk the quieter the rest of the associates got. But when he looked up he was surprised to see his friend Spencer smiling down at him. "Mikey," the brunette said with an easy, friendly smile, "You better be careful, someone might mistake you for a real lawyer."
Mike smiled, "Not in this tie," he said, picking at his tie that Harvey had already told him was too skinny at least three times that day. He made a mental note to remember to change the tie before their afternoon meeting. "What are you doing here?" he asked, confused as to why one of his best friends since high school was standing in front of his desk. "And how did you know I was here?"
Spencer shrugged and walked around the cubicle walls surround his desk before sitting down on the corner of his desk. "I don't know what I'm doing here, to be honest," she said softly. "About twenty minutes ago I got a call from Mr. Spector's secretary asking me to meet him and his associate Mike Ross, that's you, at Pearson Harden as soon as possible. I was already in the neighborhood, so to speak, so I told her I could be here in twenty minutes and ... here I am. I wasn't sure where to go once I got here so I asked someone where to find you and they sent me here."
"Harvey called you?" Mike asked, sitting up a bit straighter in his chair at the mention of his boss. Had Harvey decided to take her case. "Why?"
Spencer shrugged her slender shoulders, wincing a bit at the movement. Mike leaned forward, about to ask her what was wrong but she shook her head and waved his concern away as if her pain didn't matter. "Hell if I know," she said softly.
"I've always loved a beautiful woman with a dirty mouth," Harvey said with his most charming smile as he walked toward the pair, throwing Spencer's file down on Mike's desk. "Mrs. Avery? Harvey Spector," he added, introducing himself as he held out his hand to the slender woman in front of him.
Spencer closed her eyes, taking a deep, calming breath before she opened them and placed her small hand inside Harvey's larger one. "Mr. Spector," she said, trying to smile, Mike frowned when he realized that her smile did not reach her bright green, expressive eyes. "Nice to meet you, and please, call me Spencer. If everything turns out the way I want it to, Avery will not be my last name for much longer."
"Of course," Harvey said with an easy smile. "If you would follow me to my office, we can all discuss your case ... Spencer." Spencer nodded and stood up off of Mike's desk. She smoothed out her knee length pencil skirt and waited, staring at Mike expectantly until he stood up too. She reached out and gently grasped Mike's hand for a moment before she let go and followed Harvey to his office. Mike followed behind quietly until they had reached the glass doors outside of Harvey's office. Harvey held the doors open for Spencer and Mike waited until she was slightly out of earshot before he asked the question he had been dying to ask since Harvey had shown up at his cubicle.
"What made you decide to take her case?" he hissed as he began to walk through the door.
"You failed to mention that your friend was getting abused," Harvey whispered, his brown eyes studying the woman in front of him with an intense interest. "And that her abusive husband is the son of a New York Senator." Mike nodded, but as he watched Harvey follow Spencer into his office he began to wonder if he should have gotten Harvey involved at all. For some reason he had a feeling that this was all going to end badly.
And that's all folks!
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