Hello Suitors! This is my first time writing for the Suits fandom. I couldn't find any Mike x Katrina fics anywhere, so I decided to write one myself in honor of the new episode tonight! This would be a scene happening sometime towards the end of the first half of season 4. I know Mike/Rachel is a more popular pairing and while I do like them, recently I've been interested in the possibility of a Mike/Katrina relationship at some point down the road.
Katrina also reminds me a lot of Cindy Vortex, who's a character from my primary fandom (Jimmy Neutron). They share a lot of similarities, so I guess I just enjoy writing about sassy blonde girls.
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Katrina Bennett is a porcelain doll. Glossy blonde hair polished to perfection, no signs of wear and tear, a loyal addition to a cupboard of fine china.
But she's cracking.
Standing in the doorway of Louis's empty office, she looks out at row upon row of cubicles. None of them are occupied. She leans against the faint black lettering on the plexiglass door. Senior partner. Katrina smirks smugly to herself. Senior partner. Barely anything to be proud of in this firm. Not that she doesn't personally swell with pride for Louis, but she knows no one else shares the sentiment.
They are the spare meat of Pearson Specter, thrown to the wolves at the first hint of a misstep. They are outcasts in the most painful way possible, and perhaps that's what draws them together. Their friendship is a burgeoning sign of their persona non grata status. Her heart tells her people aren't against them; they are simply for themselves. But her mind tells her they are black sheep, undesirables, liabilities.
This is the first crack in her ceramic externality. The second is less obvious.
She glances down the hallway at one of the few offices with the lights still turned on. Moments later, the lights switch off and a smiling couple make their way down the corridor. Mike and Rachel. Mike is wearing a skinny gray tie and a white button up shirt, cuffed at the sleeves. His arm is lightly wrapped around Rachel's waist as they walk towards her. Rachel always looks pulled together. Her chiffon white blouse is tucked meticulously into her black satin pencil skirt. Her hair is expertly coiffed, and she always sports a tint of lip gloss. However, as they approach her, Rachel's bright features are overtaken by a rather guarded expression. She clings protectively to Mike, whose gray-blue eyes flash mischief.
"Still up late doing grunt work for Louis, Katrina?" He beams at her impishly.
"Someone's got to pull their weight around here, Ross." She shoots him a playful glare.
He scoffs and offers her a small smile. "Good night, Katrina." She returns the gesture. "Good night, Mike."
As their silhouettes disappear down the passageway, Katrina feels her legs return to their normal state. Around Mike, her legs often turn to jelly, and her words come out sounding much more tart than she intends. His sparkling blue eyes have a captivating sort of power over her and it's frankly quite annoying. But it will go away soon. It has to. Why would Mike Ross ever bother himself with her when he has Rachel, the pretty, personable paralegal?
She sighs and gathers her things.
It's not like she means to pick on him, or act so cold. She plays for Louis's team first and foremost, and maybe that's enough of a divide to set them at odds. But there's something else- something of her own making that keeps them apart. She can't help but blame herself for her lack of softness, her lack of panache. She is just a plain porcelain doll, coming undone in all the wrong ways.