A.N. This is a new, shortish story, slighly dark in nature compared to my other stories, but rest assured "My Screw Up" is still alive and kicking, just having problems writing the emotion, but I hope you like this, please review if you can.

A.N.2 oh and I don't own the rights to any of the characters, and thanks to USA/NBC Universal for this wonderful show

Chapter 1

Harvey Specter was the best closer at Pearson Hardman, actually he was the best closer in the state of New York and he didn't tire of telling people.

He was on a bit of a high, he and Mike Ross, his first year associate, whom he'd hired after an interesting interview, which actually started with Mike, on the run from the police with a suitcase of pot and crashing a Harvard Graduate only interview, had won a case involving a potential hostile takeover of one of his clients companies, however Mike, as usual found the smoking gun that showed the case was invalid and therefor his client was able to keep his company.

Harvey knew Ray was on holiday so he hired another driver, when the guy turned up, he was pleasant, very polite and helpful, as Harvey and Mike were discussing their recent case the driver opened the dooor and then introduced himself "good evening Mr Specter, my name is Richard, where do you wish me to drive you to?" Harvey turned to him, a little annoyed that he'd been interrupted, if looks could kill the driver would have been 6ft under, but gave him the address none the less after that he returned speaking to Mike "OK Mike, when you get back I want you to finish those briefs I gave you earlier and since you've been such a good little puppy you can have tomorrow off" Mike looked at him for a few moments and then spoke "are you sure Harvey, I mean what about Lo-" Harvey cuts him off "never mind Louis, your my associate so you do as I say, NOT him" Mike stands for a few more seconds, thanks him, saying something about visiting his grandma and leaves.

Less than 5 mins after Mike leaves Harvey calls his driver 'David, Peter' he couldn't quite remember, but phones him anyway, his driver informs him he'll be there in 5 mins, so Harvey pack s his briefcase and proceeds to leave.

But what Harvey didn't know, what he failed to recognise was that his driver, Richard, was not just any guy named Richard, his name was Rick Rinaldi, former Manhattan Assistant District Attorney and he was looking for revenge.