AN: I know I really shouldn't be starting a new story but…I couldn't resist Harvey for so long.

This may end up being Harvey/Mike. It most likely will.

A knock on Harvey's door broke his focus from the baseball game on the television. He stood up from his spot on the expensive leather couch and walked over to the door. A young girl with dark brown hair that reached a little past her shoulders, fair skin, and deep chocolate brown eyes stood there with a black duffel bag in one hand and a backpack over her shoulder. She was fifteen at most and she looked like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. Her eyes were red-rimmed as if she'd been crying. There were dark bags under her eyes that gave away the fact that she probably hadn't slept in days. She looked way too young to have all the stress you could clearly see she had. Her bone-deep tiredness was given away by her appearance. Harvey stared at her and wondered: who was she? And why was she at his door at almost midnight on a Monday night?

"Can I help you?"

She sighed shakily.

"Are you Harvey Specter?"

He nodded.

"Again, can I help you?"

She wiped under her eyes and looked at him.

"Actually, you can. You're my father."

If he were anyone else, Harvey's jaw probably would have hit the floor. But he wasn't anyone else. He was Harvey Specter. He stared at the girl and then he laughed. Her eyes dropped and she stared down at her shoes.

"Never mind. This was a bad idea."

She whispered softly and turned to walk away. Harvey looked at her and suddenly felt like the biggest ass in the world.

"Wait. You're serious."

The girl turned and fixed him with a glare.

"Why would I lie?"

Harvey shrugged.

"There are plenty of people who don't like me and would do something like this."

"Wonder why."

She whispered under her breath, knowing he could still hear her. Harvey shot her a glare. A glare, that if he could see himself, he'd realize that it had been the one on his so called daughters face only minutes before.

"What's your name, kid?"

"Danielle."

Harvey nodded and opened the door so she could step inside. He took the duffel bag and the backpack from her and placed them against the wall. He shut the door behind her and turned to look at her. She was looking around his penthouse like it was a museum that she was seeing for the first time.

"So, who's your mom?"

Danielle turned around and glanced at him.

"I don't know if you'd call her that but her name is Deena Adams."

Harvey cringed at the name. She was not someone he liked to be reminded of. Danielle noticed the cringe and couldn't help but laugh a little.

"How old are you anyways?"

Danielle looked at him.

"Fifteen. I'll be sixteen in March."

Harvey nodded. It sounded right. Last time he saw Deena, he was seventeen and he sure as hell hadn't seen her since. He never even knew she was pregnant. Obviously.

"How'd you find me?"

Danielle sighed and ran her hand through her thick dark locks.

"My mother…told me."

Harvey could read people very well. It came with the job description…and his personality. So, he could clearly tell that Danielle was lying.

"Look, kid, you need to tell me the truth. I need to know how you got here. I'm your…father. I should know."

Danielle stared at him.

"Look, Harvey, I'm sure you don't really want me here. But I have nowhere else to go. You're my only option."

Harvey stared at her. She looked so…broken. As he looked at her, he realized that her eyes held the knowledge of someone way beyond her years.

"I can't help you if you won't tell me anything."

Danielle looked up at him like she was studying him. It seemed like she was contemplating whether or not she was going to tell him anything. She sighed heavily and dropped her eyes from his face.

"My mother-like I said, if you'd call her that-isn't a very good one or really one at all. She never had been. Ever since I can remember, I've raised myself. The other night was just like any other. She was bitching about me and I got pissed. Long story short, she kicked me out."

Harvey stared at her in disbelief. He hoped with all he had in him that this was just a cruel joke. But he knew it wasn't. He could tell by the look in her eyes that this was true. He shook his head and tried to keep the emotion from showing on his face. It wasn't easy to do. This was-is-his daughter and she obviously hadn't lived a very good life.

Danielle stared at Harvey, who had not an ounce of emotion on his face. It was just a stone mask. His face was completely devoid of any emotion. She felt her hopes fall. She wanted to believe he would care. She had hoped he'd be anything but like her mother. Her heart dropped to her stomach but she kept her eyes locked on him and held her head high. One thing she learned a long time ago was that you couldn't let your weaknesses show in front of anyone.

Harvey stared at her. His daughter, his daughter, had lived with her horrible mother for nearly sixteen years before she was kicked to the curb. She shouldn't have had to live a life like that. He could feel his mask start to crumble as he stared into her hardened brown eyes. He knew those eyes. Those eyes had been the same ones staring back at him in the mirror for thirty-two years.

As much as he tried to convince everyone he was an emotionless asshole, he did have emotions and he did care. Few people were able to invoke emotions in him. But within minutes, this girl had managed to do just that. She was his daughter, something he'd never expected to have, and he wasn't going to let her suffer any longer.

"Danielle…I'm sorry."

She looked up at him, astonishment clear in her eyes.

"It's not your fault. I'm sorry to just show up at your door but…I have nowhere else to go. No one else to go to."

"It's fine. We'll figure everything out."

Harvey watched the awe spread over her face at her words. It was like she'd never received any act of kindness or a sign that showed her someone cared about her. And as sad as it was, Harvey didn't find it hard to believe.

"Thank you. I'll just stay until I figure all this out."

Harvey's face hardened.

"No."

Danielle looked up at him, confusion clear in her face.

"You're not going anywhere."

She shook her head.

"I appreciate it. But…"

"No buts. You're staying. You're my…kid. I'm not putting you out on the streets. I'm not your mother."

Danielle studied his face but could only find the truth. As far as she could tell, he wasn't lying. She wanted to trust him. He was-is- her father. She should be able to. But it wasn't that easy. He'd have to earn it.

She wanted to trust him. She really did. All her life, alls he wanted was her father. Now, here he was. Right in front of her. She just hoped he would stay there. She hoped he wouldn't bail on her. If she lost him, she would really have nothing.

Harvey grabbed her bags from the floor and motioned for her to follow him. He led her down the hallway to what she assumed was the guest room.

"It's late. You should get some sleep."

Danielle nodded.

"And I'll be right across the hall if you need anything."

She nodded again.

"Thank you."

"Goodnight, Danielle."

She smiled faintly at him.

"Goodnight."

Maybe he wouldn't bail. Maybe he'd actually stick around. Danielle hoped more than anything that he would. Not that she'd admit it aloud, but she wanted her father to be there for her. She just hoped Harvey was that kind of guy.

AN: Please review. :) I hope you like it.