Hi Everyone! This is my first attempt at Suits fan fiction. I wrote this a few months back and finally got the courage to put it out there. There are amazing stories for this show and the talented writers were my inspiration. Happy reading!

Fleeting Thoughts

It starts with him calling her name, his voice just above a whisper.

It's been a late night and they're both tired. Cameron went home hours ago, but he stayed and so did she. Tomorrow he is going to trial. Tomorrow he is going to trial and it is for his biggest case so far. Harvey and Donna have been working late for the past three weeks trying to gather every bit of evidence that will help him, help them – leaving no stone unturned. They have been tossing ideas back and forth all night and he once again realizes how amazing Donna is and that she has the potential to do so much more. He watches her now as she makes the last few notes in a file, holding a bright pink highlighter between her teeth.

"You seeing double yet?" she asks not looking up from the file.

"Double? I wish. Right now I'm seeing four of that file and quite frankly it's terrifying," he lets out, rubbing a hand over his eyes.

Their eyes meet and he sees understanding in Donna's. She gives him a small smile and then closes the file she has just finished marking up.

"I think we should call it a night."

He nods his head in agreement; he needs to get some sleep tonight. The past few days have been a blur and he barely even remembers going through the motions.

His mind comes back to the office and he sees Donna walk to the door and put on her shoes. Four inches, maybe five, he's never really sure how high they are, but she practically looks like she's floating when she walks, her steps never faltering.

He watches her first put on the right one and then the left. She adjusts her skirt, realigning the seams and runs a hand down the back smoothing out the fabric.

He starts to think about his job, about being a lawyer, prosecuting the wrong doers. He loves it; winning cases is the best part of his day. But the part that's even better is when the two of them celebrate later that evening over a bottle of champagne, one of his father's records humming in the background.

She will have kicked off her shoes, waiting for him to hand her a glass, a smile on her face, a twinkle in her eyes. And he will have relaxed, the tension in his shoulders a little less apparent, pouring first a glass for her and then one for himself. This is when they can truly celebrate their victory, for it is a victory for both of them. They are a team in every sense of the word.

They are two people who work together – co-workers two sides of the same coin. They are allies and they are friends. And at the end of the night, he will hold out her jacket for her and will call her a cab.

And just as she is about to get in, it will occur to him that there could be something more. It starts with him calling her name, his voice husky, almost inaudible, his breath hints at earlier alcohol consumption. It could lead to so much more. Would it be for better or for worse?

Harvey always thinks about this. He thinks about it every time. And yet every time he will make sure she gets into the cab and then he will shut the door and watch the car drive off into a sea of lights.

This happens each time and each time there is a moment when he wants to say to hell with it, but it's fleeting – never lasting long enough for him to consider the possibilities.

Thanks for bearing with me.
Maryam