A/N~ Ok, so this is my first fic for Suits, but I'm liking it! I was a little skeptical of the show when I saw the commercial, but I am in love with it! I really like the chemistry between Harvey and Donna, and even though I really (and I mean really!) like Mike, he's going to be more of a smaller character in this one. Hoping to make this one around three or four chapters. Enjoy!

Harvey Spector didn't care that he was a self-centered, egotistical person. He knew it, he accepted it, and he didn't care what others had to say about it. It helped him rise up to the top, and the top was where he liked to be.

It wasn't that he was overly selfish, he did know how to preform a simple act of kindness. And just because they were few and far between, and that he gave another reason for the act that would directly benefit him, didn't mean he wasn't still a decent guy. Mike seemed pretty convinced that he did have a soft side. Harvey huffed and rolled his eyes. Idiotic puppy.

He exited his driver's car, swapping a burnt CD in exchange for his newspaper and coffee, took note that Mike's stupid bike wasn't locked into its usual place, a sign that the newest member of the firm would be running late (again), and strode with his usual confidence into the building. Making his way to the elevator, he nodded a hello to the appropriate people, ascended to his floor, and took a large sip of his coffee. He stepped off the elevator making his way to his office, saying hello to Jessica, giving a flirty smile to the hot intern visiting from floor four, and making another slam on Lewis' imaginary wife. Normal morning.

Wait. No. Every morning, Donna greeted him with an immediate run down of all the files, calls, faxes, and emails that came in overnight. In her witty, somewhat rude and sarcastic manner, she'd rattle off what he would be likely to deem important and a waste of time. But no Donna. Peeking around the side of her desk, Harvey noted that her coat and purse were absent as well. Checking his watch, he confirmed that it wasn't too early for him to get to the office. And usually, she was here before he was, no matter what time he got there. He stood outside his door baffled for a second, them made a mental note to berate her about being late when she got in.

He got straight to work looking over a file Jessica must of laid on his desk late last night or early this morning. A rap on his pristine glass walls brought him to the attention of Mike, whose crooked tie and flushed face told him that the newbie must of peddled as hard as he could to get to work on time.

"You're late."

"Sorry, I had to pump the front tire of my bike before I left. I swear, it only seems to deflate the mornings I'm already running a bit late-"

"I neither asked for an explanation or invited you into my office," Harvey cut him off with a slightly amused stare as Mike sheepishly took the three steps he had begun to take into the office back out. Looking past Mike, he furrowed his brow. "Donna's not in yet?"

Mike turned to look at the empty desk. "Nope, haven't seen her." He studied the older man's face for a moment, then his face turned into a smug grin. "You're worried," he said, forgoing an invitation and crossing the floor of the office onto the overstuffed couch. Harvey snorted.

"Harvey and Donna, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" he sung in a schoolboy voice that Harvey didn't really think ever left him.

"If you're done, I'll let you know that I need her to run off this final copy of this file. And seeing as my chair just became accustomed to the correct temperature, I am not getting up from it to do this myself," he justified.

"Like Donna would have walked into your office to get it for you," Mike said smirking. Harvey and Donna were quite alike in several aspects. That was probably why he kept her around. And probably why she let him.

Harvey too quirked the corner of his mouth as he considered her reaction for that kind of request. Dismissing the thought again, he presided to fill Mike in on their case. He watched Mike leave his office to start his part of the research and waited until he was far enough away to pull out his personal cell phone and call Donna. Voicemail.

"Hey Donna, it's me. Call me when you get this." He tried to keep his voice distant and light with just a touch of annoyance, and succeeded. To be honest with himself however - something he preferred not to do on a regular basis - he indeed was worried. It was already ten am and she was nowhere to be seen. He was the first to advocate keeping a line between private and professional in the office, and wasn't into knowing the intimate details of his employees and coworkers personal lives, but him and Donna were what you could say close. Neither was the kind of person to have a deep heart-to-heart conversation, but they knew small details of each others lives: hometowns, music and food preferences, habits, and dare he say, relationships. She was seeing someone, John, and they had been dating for six months, but that was the extent of what he knew.

Again, his thoughts were interrupted by a light tap on his door. He waved Jessica's secretary in with one hand, the other clutching his cell phone, waiting for it to vibrate.

"Mr. Spector, a memo from Donna just came in. She'll be taking a personal day today, but will be back tomorrow. And as to the late notice and inconvenience, she said to tell you to 'suck it up and move on with the day lazy prick.' Her words, not mine," the secretary spilled out. Harvey smirked and nodded.

"Did she give a reason for not coming in today?" At the woman's head shake, he thanked and dismissed her, looking down at the phone in his hand, perplexed. He sat for a minute, then got up and gathered his things.

"Ross, I'm taking a personal day. Have the research and a good angle on my desk before I get back," he said walking past the fake attorney's desk. He barely heard Mike ask in aspiration when his return might be before the elevator doors closed.

A/N~ Chapter one complete! I'll have the second up soon. Let me know what you think!