Disclaimer: While this show is my addiction... I own nothing (sadly) wish I owned Harvey and Mike though, I'd have fun with that.
And on a side note: Can I have a squeal moment about how excited I am that Suits finally has it's own category? I've been hoping for one for a while. (SQUEAL!) Now they just need to make one for Captain America.
Harvey Spector smiled as he walked into his penthouse apartment on that Thursday night. As much as he loved work (and he really did, at least when he was winning) he was glad that the week was almost done. Not that he would admit it to anyone, but work had become a lot more difficult after he had hired Mike Ross. It wasn't that the kid didn't know what he was doing, because for the most part he did, but Harvey was constantly faced with the nagging worry that someone would find out that Mike had never been to Law School, let alone Harvard. He did his best to hide it from his young associate and for the most part he was convinced that the young lawyer had no idea just how worried his mentor was about both of their jobs. But he never truly breathed properly until he had made it back home at the end of the day and he was able to relax and have some time to himself.
He locked the door behind him and made the decision that that night his Harvey time would involve an ice cold beer when he heard something, or someone in his kitchen. Something had dropped onto the tiled floor, it sounded like a pot, and the noise was followed by a whispered curse. "Fuck!" Harvey glared toward the kitchen, wondering how he had not noticed that his lock had been picked, that was the only explanation to someone being in his kitchen after all, as he silently made his way to the front closet, pulling his metal baseball bat out of the closet and quickly and quietly making his way toward the kitchen. Right before he stepped into the kitchen he raised his bat to shoulder height, preparing to swing at the intruder the second he walked into the kitchen and ask questions later. It wasn't like the crook would be able to sue him for injuries anyway, he had broken into Harvey's home after all and seemed intent on stealing something from his kitchen. Harvey didn't give himself time to think about how ridiculous it was that a thief would break into his apartment to steal some pots and pans as he jumped into the kitchen and swung his bat, smiling in a brief moment of excitement when he heard the dull thud of his metal bat hitting flesh. The girly scream quickly brought him out of his euphoria and he turned to look at his intruder and this time it was his turn to curse as the metal bat fell onto the floor next to him.
"Shit," he muttered as he quickly dropped to his knees beside the pretty little brunette that was now sprawled across his kitchen floor, clutching her left side and gasping in pain. "Libby, I'm so sorry," he almost moaned as he reached out to move her arm away from her side so that he could check to make sure nothing was broken.
"You should be," Libby gasped out, lifting her arm briefly to slap his hand away from her stomach. But she never got to slap him, she winced and bit her lip to keep her gasp of pain in as she lifted her arm and quickly dropped it, closing her eyes for a moment and taking a few shallow breaths before she opened her brown eyes again. "Jerk," she added for good measure, hoping that she could make Harvey feel even worse than he already did. The guilty and pained look that swept over Harvey's face told her that she had succeeded. He nodded grimly and reached out again, this time he succeeded in gently lifting her arm off of her stomach and placing it on the floor next to her. "What are you doing?" she asked, her body tensing in a defensive maneuver as the man lifted his hand again. "Christ," she muttered when the pain in her side got worse, she should not have let her body tense up.
"I just want to make sure there's no damage," Harvey said softly as he gently reached out and began to pull the brunette's tank top up her stomach to reveal where he had hit her with the bat.
"No!" Libby bit out, ignoring the pain in her side as she lifted her hands to push Harvey's away from her. "No offense, Harvey, but we both know there's damage. And if it's all the same to you, I'd rather go to a doctor than have you examine me in your kitchen." Harvey nodded and stood up from the ground, pulling out his cell phone so that he could call Ray to have his driver pick them up and bring them to the E.R. Libby waited quietly until his brief phone call was done before she spoke again. "Why do you even own that baseball bat?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Why were you even in my kitchen?" Harvey fired back, not answering the young woman's question.
Libby shrugged before biting her lip in pain, she really needed to work on not moving anything that was in any way connected to her ribs. "I was cooking you dinner," she said as if that one statement explained everything. "Speaking of which, you might want to turn your oven off if we're going to the hospital. I wouldn't want to burn down your pretty apartment."
Harvey nodded and walked over to the oven he never used and turned it off before he turned back to study the brunette on his floor. She was small, painfully so, if he wasn't mistaken she had lost weight since the last time he had seen her. It wasn't that she looked like skeletor or anything, she wasn't skin and bones, she had muscles, but she still looked way too small to be healthy. She had once explained to him that all dancers were typically smaller than most women but that never made him feel any better about how small the woman in front of him looked. She tilted her head to the right, a mischievous glint in her brown eyes despite the pain she was in. "What's on your mind, Harv?" she asked, a small smile gracing her pink lips.
"Just wondering what would have happened to you had I hit you as hard as I could have," Harvey said as he made his way over to the woman, preparing to help her stand so that they could walk down to the car.
Libby gave a small twitch of her shoulders that was supposed to signify a shrug, "Internal bleeding. Punctured lung, spleen, liver maybe. Death." Harvey shot her a look that clearly told her she needed to stop joking about that. He felt guilty enough as it was, he didn't need to feel guilty about something that he didn't do, and she didn't need to give him more things to worry about. Libby smiled at him, reaching her hand up to pat his cheek, "Don't worry Harv, I'm going to be fine."
Harvey nodded. He had made a point in his life not to worry or care about other people, but Libby had always been a soft spot for him. But she was going to be fine, there was nothing to be worried about. He kneeled on the ground next to her and carefully slipped his arm behind her back, "Okay kid," he said softly, "it's time to stand up now." Libby nodded and tried to sit up quickly, flinching in pain at the sudden movement. "Easy does it," Harvey warned, "take your time."
"Got any more cliches for me?" Libby asked through gritted teeth as Harvey slowly guided her into a standing position. "No mess with the bull get the horns? Or love is blind?" Harvey laughed and shook his head at the cliches that had nothing to do with the situation at hand. Libby nodded, "Thank you, Harvey," she said softly, suddenly serious. Harvey glanced down at the girl who was now standing next to him. Her face was tense with pain, but she was trying not to let him see that. She had had her fun, trying to make him feel guilty, but now she was trying her hardest to make sure that he did not feel too guilty. She was failing miserably. All he had to do was look at her face, the pain in her eyes, and the guilt would come sweeping in again.
"What are you thanking me for?" he asked as they began to make their way across his kitchen toward the front door of his apartment. "I'm the reason you're in pain right now. What kind of person would I be if I broke your ribs and then just left you to deal with them on your own?"
"The Harvey Spector I know and love," Libby said with a smile.
Harvey chuckled, "Come on kid," he said, shaking his head with another small chuckle, "Your carriage awaits."
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Harvey woke up the next morning in a chair in the hospital. He groaned when he sat up straight and moved his head left and right, trying work out the kinks. He heard a small giggle from the hospital bed to his right and he turned to look at Libby. She smiled at him, "You look like shit," she said with a small smile.
"Glad to see that you're feeling better," Harvey said as he stood up and stretched.
Libby shrugged, "It's the painkillers," she said with a smile. "They're miracles in pill form." Harvey smiled at the small girl, happy that she was feeling better. When they had arrived at the hospital they had spent six hours in the waiting room. At one in the morning they finally made it to see a doctor. She had gotten x-rays of her ribs taken and to Harvey's relief nothing had been broken which was a surprise. Bruised ribs, yes, but not broken. They had given her pain killers, but she had gotten so comfortable in the hospital bed while waiting for the x-ray results that Harvey had made the executive decision that they would stay at the hospital that night instead of driving back to his apartment. He had laid down on the hospital bed next to Libby's to begin with, but in the middle of the night Lexi's pain killers had run out and she had started whimpering in pain. Harvey had rolled out of his bed and sat down in the chair next to her bed, giving her more pain killers and then he held her hand until the pain killers kicked in. Now, he could only assume that he had fallen asleep in that damn chair.
"How are you feeling?" he asked softly, his brown eyes ghosting over the girl's face, looking for any signs of pain. "Really?" he added, giving her a look that clearly said that he did not want to be lied to.
Libby nodded and slowly sat up in her bed, testing out how it felt to breath and move. "I'm okay," she said as she pulled the blankets off of her and gingerly moved to the edge of her bed. "Really," she added, catching the skeptical look that Harvey was sending her. "The nurse came in a little bit before you woke up and gave me some more drugs. She said I could check out whenever I was ready."
Harvey nodded and shot the woman a knowing look, "And I assume that you're ready to check out now?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. Libby nodded, her smile growing, she knew that she wouldn't have to say anything, Harvey would see where she was going with this. "And you're coming to the office with me?" Harvey asked, a smile spreading across his own lips to match hers.
"Donna would be mad if she didn't get to see me," the brunette pointed out with a smile as she pushed herself off te bed and into a standing position. "Just let me get dressed and we can go. I know how much you hate being late to work," she added with a knowing smirk on her face. Harvey nodded and turned to walk out of the room, he figured that the woman didn't need his help getting dressed so he would go get some coffee.
Libby took less time changing that Harvey expected her to and within twenty minutes she was checked out of the hospital and they were walking out onto the street as Harvey hailed a cab. He didn't like taking taxis unless he absolutely had to, but he needed to get to the office and change into his spare suit before everyone else got to the office and waiting for Ray would take too long so he would suffer for the fifteen minute ride that it would take to get to the firm. "You never told me what you were doing in my apartment," Harvey said once they had both slid into the car and the driver was pulling into traffic.
"Every time I get in a cab in New York I find myself hoping that it'll be the cash cab," Libby said with a happy smile as she rolled down the back window so that she could stick her head out of the window to see more of the city around her. "Do you ever wish that?" she asked, briefly turning her head to look at Harvey before she stuck it back out the window again.
"No," Harvey deadpanned. "But what I do wish is that you would tell me what you were doing in my apartment last night."
"I told you," Libby said, rolling her eyes at the older man, "I was trying to cook you dinner. Had I known that you make a habit of beating the crap out of your guests I would have asked you to meet me at a restaurant instead just to save my ribs. I need that shit, you know?"
"Why are you in New York, Lib?" Harvey asked, turning to look at the younger woman with his eyebrows raised.
Libby laughed and pulled her head back into the cab, rolling the window back up before turning to look at the man sitting next to her. "I got a job here, Harv."
"A job?" Harvey asked, raising his eyebrows higher than before. "Where?"
"At Juilliard," Libby said with a note of pride in her voice. She laughed when she noticed the surprised look on Harvey's face. "What?" she asked with a smile, "You don't think I'm good enough to teach at Juilliard? Because they seem to think I am."
"You're teaching?" Harvey asked, allowing excitement to tint his tone as he stared at the small woman next to him.
"Pointe and classical partnering," Libby said with a nod. "See why I need my ribs now? The new semester starts in like two weeks." She turned to look at Harvey, expecting to see a smile on his face, but she didn't. She saw something much better. Harvey was staring at her with wide-eyed admiration, he looked like he had no idea how to explain the joy he felt for her. "Proud of me?" she asked him, raising one eyebrow expectantly, letting him know that she expected an answer even though she already knew what that answer would be.
"Of course I am, Lib!" Harvey exclaimed. "I mean, this is everything you ever wanted! Of course I'm proud of you! So you decided to celebrate your new job by breaking into my apartment and cooking me dinner?" Oddly enough that sounded exactly like something that Libby would do, she had never truly known how to relax.
"That and tell me about my new apartment," Libby said with a smile. Harvey waved his hand, letting her know that he was waiting for her to continue. "It's this great two-story pent house in the middle of New York City," Libby said with a growing smile on her face. "It's got a great view, low rent, and it's close to work, the one problem is the roommate," she turned to look at Harvey to make sure that he was paying attention to her. "He can be a bit of a jerk from time to time."
"He?" Harvey asked, picking up on the undesirable word. "Libby why are you telling me this? Do you really think I want to know who you're shacking up with?"
Libby laughed and shook her head, "You're too serious, Harvey," she said as the taxi pulled up in front of Pearson Hardman, "If you had checked your guest room before you attacked me with your baseball bat you would know that I'm talking about you."
"And were you planning on asking me if you could live in my guest room?" Harvey asked, climbing out of the cab and wrapping his arm around the young woman's shoulders as they walked toward the office. "Or did you just assume that I would say yes."
"How can you say no to this face?" Libby asked, pointing to her face that at the moment was featuring a very pretty little pout.
"Fine," Harvey said, rolling his eyes as they approached the elevator. "You know that pout is my Kryptonite."
"Yes it is, Clark Kent," Libby said as they walked onto the elevator and Harvey hit the button for the floor his office was on.
It did not surprise Harvey to see Donna sitting at her desk with a cup of Starbucks in her hand as they approached his office. "Hello Boss," Donna said without looking up from the magazine she was reading, but she did look up a moment later when she heard a second step of lighter footsteps following Harvey. It wasn't like Harvey Spector to bring his girlfriends to the office. Donna looked up so that she could see what was so special about this girl. "Libby!" she almost squealed when she recognized the girl, "What are you doing here kiddo?" she stood up from her seat and walked around her desk to hug the girl, but Harvey placed himself between the two women.
"Just settle for a hand shake today, Donna," he said firmly before he walked into his office to change out of his wrinkled dirty suit and into his spare one, he was going to have to remember to bring in a new spare suit tomorrow morning. He could always send Mike to his apartment to get a new one for him, but he knew Jessica would see that as an abuse of power, and to be honest, he still did not trust the kid's taste in suits.
"What was that about?" Donna asked, staring after Harvey before turning back to the small brunette standing in front of her.
"I let myself into his apartment last night, and I was trying to cook him a surprise dinner, but I guess he thought I was some crook that had broken into his apartment and was trying to steal his pots because he took a baseball bat to my ribs, we spent the entire night in the E.R. hence why he's using his spare suit."
"Are you okay?" Donna asked, turning to look the girl over, searching for any visible signs of pain.
Libby nodded and reached into her bag to pull out her bottle of painkillers, "These things are keeping me happy," she said with a laugh. "I've got three bruised ribs, but no fractures, so it'll heal pretty quickly." She opened her mouth to say more but was interrupted by a tall, skinny man who practically ran into her in his effort to get to Donna's desk.
"Is he here yet, Donna?" the man asked, frantically eyeing the closed door of Harvey's office. Donna nodded silently and the man hit her desk with his fist before cursing, "Damn, I left some briefs that I needed to read in his office last night and I was supposed to have them finished by this morning. How much trouble am I going to be in?" As he asked this question he turned to look at Libby, she gave him a small smile as she saw the way his eyes trailed down her body. "Hi," he said, tilting his head to the side and studying her a bit more.
"About as much trouble as you will be if you ever check her out again," Harvey said as he walked out of his office briefs in hand. "Here you go." His voice was hard and so were his eyes, but both softened when he turned to Libby. "Lib, meet Mike Ross, my new associate. Mike this is Elizabeth, my little sister."
And that's all folks!
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