Author's note: A little idea I couldn't get out of my head.
Disclaimer: I don't own Suits
Warning: I don't do research. So lots of stuff is probably wrong.
Harvey Specter watched as the NYPD detective leaned on the wall across from him in interrogation room D3, his brown eyes following her every movement, feeling the silence fill the room, her hand subtly brush the hoster on her hip as she glared at him from the shadows. Pretty impressive intimidation tactics. Not ones that were going to work of Harvey, but impressive nonetheless.
"You're not getting anything out of me." Harvey smirked, looking at her through his eyebrows. "I've called my lawyer."
"Cut the shit." The detective growled, her voice a smooth edge. "You're going to give me your boss."
"Why would I do that?" Harvey asked.
"Because I will throw you into a deep, dark hole that you have not even begun to imagine." The detective said, finally getting off her wall and leaning on the table across from where Harvey sat. "I'm the boogie man, Mr. Specter; and I'm coming for you."
Harvey held the detective's eyes for a few long moments. The stagnant pause was suddenly broken when Harvey broke out in a huge grin.
"That was good, Maggie, you almost made me sweat a little bit." Harvey said.
"Really? I thought the boogie man stuff was a little much." Maggie said, sitting down in the table where sandwiches sat along with two bottles of soda and two sets of fries. She picked up her sandwich and took a bite.
"Yes it was, but commit to it. You stink of big, bad Detective Specter." Harvey said. "Speaking of commit…You dating anybody?"
"Nice segue, Uncle Harvey, are you that smooth in court?" Maggie said.
"Not many can handle it. You can take a moment if you'd like." Harvey answered, stealing one of her French fries.
"Why don't you just ask your little brother?"
"You're not getting me to talk to your father." Harvey said.
"Why the hell not? It sucks that my dad and my favorite uncle don't speak anymore." Maggie said.
"I'm your only uncle. And pots shouldn't call kettles black." Harvey said.
"I talk to Dad sometimes." Maggie said.
"What's the name of his current girlfriend?" Harvey asked.
"Either Connie or Cerrie." Maggie decided.
"Patricia." Harvey said, grinning. "You're the best detective on the force and you can't remember a name?"
"'Best detective on the force' might be pushing it a little bit." Maggie said. "He's mad at me."
"Who? Your Dad?" Harvey asked. "Why?"
"You name it: having no time to give him grandchildren, moving away from California, not being a dentist or an accountant like my brothers did." Maggie said. "I think he's mad at me most for spending so much time with you."
"Yeah, well, your father and I didn't part on the bets of terms and that's not looking to change any time soon." Harvey said, stealing another of Maggie's french fries.
"You have an entire order of fries of your very own." Maggie mentioned, quirking one eyebrow.
"We're in a community environment. These fries belong to the greater people." Harvey said.
"Greater people." Maggie said.
"Also, yours taste better." Harvey said. "So what are you working on?"
"I've been running around in circles on this case." Maggie said.
"Really? Can you tell me about it? Or is that against the rules." Harvey asked.
"Double homicide. We're grooming a suspect, but I feel lukewarm about it." Maggie said. "I've got my eye on someone else."
"Who is that?"
"A pretty important guy. Important enough that he can buy his airtight alibi." Maggie said.
"Do you think he did it?" Harvey said.
"Maybe. I know he was involved." Maggie said. "I've got a date going over phone records tonight. What are you up to in that high rise downtown?"
"Hostile takeover." Harvey said.
"Ooo, that sounds exciting."Maggie said.
"I'm glad it sounds that way. Mike and I are going over financial records tonight." Harvey said.
"That's the second time you've mentioned this guy." Maggie gave her uncle a sidelong glance.
"Don't start." Harvey rolled his eyes.
"I'm just saying. I don't think you've mentioned me twice to someone else." Maggie said.
"Hey, why are we eating in the interrogation room?" Harvey said, changing the subject before his face gave anything away to the highly trained NYPD detective. "Are you still embarrassed to be seen with me?"
"I'll have you know that this room is actually cleaner than the break room." Maggie defended.
"Maggie." Harvey said.
"I mean it. You should see the back of the fridge. It's like a science experiment." Maggie said.
"Mags."
Maggie looked at Harvey for a few moments.
"Do you have any idea how much shit I'd catch form the station if they knew I was related to you?" Maggie finally groaned.
"Yes, I do. I just want you to be honest with yourself about it." Harvey answered, smirking. Maggie balled up her sandwich wrapper and threw it at one of the most powerful lawyer in New York City, who ducked, laughing.
Harvey and Mike sat in Harvey's office that night, trying to go over everything in the corporate buyout the deposition was for in the morning. The financial records led them to an internal leak and they were going over any contracts that could be any help. Time was running out and they were under the gun. Harvey vaguely saw Donna pick up the phone out of the corner of his eye, but thought nothing of it.
"The by-laws are going to have it for us." Mike said. "That's the only way we're going to touch the board."
"The CEO's contract says differently. He could block anything we'd throw at them. Keep looking." Harvey barked. Donna opened the door to his office.
"Harvey." Donna called.
"Not now, Donna." Harvey snapped.
"No, Harvey. Maggie…" Donna started.
Harvey looked up at her, his body suddenly feeling cold.
"Maggie died." Donna whispered, her voice small.
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