Disclaimer: I own nothing, but what I wouldn't do to Harvey Spector if I owned him... yup.

Anyway, brief shout-out to Iuliana: I'm glad you like that this story is Harvey centric, there will be brief tidbits from Mike's point of view (like this chapter) but I agree... people tend to like Mike more which is a bit difficult for me to understand.

Harvey had expected Libby to say hello to Donna, maybe make plans for lunch with her, and then head back to his, well their, apartment and get some rest. The doctors had made it very clear that she was supposed to get a lot of rest and take it easy on her ribs. But Libby wouldn't have been the Libby he knew if she listened to the doctors. Instead she had pulled a seat next to Donna's desk so the two women could catch up. Then when Harvey had hinted that Donna needed to get to work Libby had headed to Jessica's office to say hello to her older brother's mentor, the two women had gotten to know each other pretty well when Jessica was putting Harvey through Harvard. Then Libby had gone down to the paralegal offices to say hello to Rachel. And then she had followed Mike around like a little puppy for an hour and a half before she finally wound up back in Harvey's office. She sat on his couch, bouncing one of his autographed basketballs against the one wall of his office that wasn't glass and asked him questions about everything he was doing for another hour. Harvey would have been annoyed if it had been anyone besides Libby, but because it was her he couldn't help but smile, it was just like old times. "So what is due diligence?" Libby asked, bouncing the basketball against the wall again. Mike had said something about that earlier that morning and she had nodded as though she understood what that meant, but she had no idea.

Harvey smiled at the younger woman and shook his head, he could just imagine her pretending to know what the term had meant just because she didn't want to admit that she had never really taken an interest in her brother's job. "Due diligence is an investigation into a potential investment," he said softly, turning back to the briefs on his desk. "When a client of ours is going to invest in something or form a merger with another company we must do due diligence to make sure that the investment will be a profitable one for our clients."

Libby nodded. "So law's really all about money?" she asked, bouncing the ball against the wall again. "It's all about what will make the most money for the clients and the firm?" Harvey nodded without looking up from the paper in front of him. She was silent for a moment and Harvey almost thought her questions were done, but with another bounce of the basketball she opened her mouth again. "What is the difference between and associate and a partner?" she asked, turning to look at her brother as she caught the ball. "What's the difference between you and Mike?"

Harvey smiled, "Associates do the work," he said with a shrug, "partners do the billing." Libby nodded, but the look on her face clearly told her brother that she expected more of an answer than that. Harvey nodded, he should have expected that. "When I get a new case Mike gets to do all the research, all the dirty work, and he gets to write about everything I do in court." Libby snorted as if to say superiority complex, much? Harvey smiled, "But I'm the one who goes to court, I'm the one that gets the praise."

"How do you become a partner?" Libby asked, bouncing the ball against the wall again.

"You have to buy into the firm," Harvey said, flipping one brief closed and flipping open the pages of another. "Once your billables are high enough that the firm wants to make sure you stay with them they ask you to be a partner. You buy into the firm and then you're invested in it, you won't leave."

Libby nodded and bounced the basketball against the wall again, preparing to ask another question, but she was interrupted when the door to Harvey's office swung open and someone walked inside. Harvey looked up from the brief, annoyed that Mike had once again decided to walk into his office without knocking, but his annoyance grew when he looked up and saw Louis Lit walked into his office, a cheeky grin on his face. "What do you want, Louis?" Harvey asked, shooting the junior partner a glare.

"I just heard that Elizabeth was in town and I wanted to stop in and say hello," he said, his smile widening before he turned to smile at Libby. "Welcome home, Elizabeth," the short man said, "I hear that Harvey here has not been too accommodating since you got in town."

Libby gave a borderline flirtatious smile to the man standing in front of her. "Louis," she said, standing up and walking toward him. "How many times have I told you to call me Libby?" She reached out and hugged him. "How are you?" she asked as she pulled away from him.

Harvey rolled his eyes and quickly got up from his desk, walking out to Donna. "Donna," he said in a stern voice, "Can you tell Mike it's time for him to take his lunch break and that he will be bringing Libby out to lunch with him?" Donna nodded and got up from her seat so that she could go deliver the message. Harvey nodded and walked back into the office, "Get your bag, Lib," he said, shooting a cool glare at Louis. He was fine with Libby talking to Donna, Jessica, Rachel; he was even okay with Libby following Mike around and observing everything he did. He even enjoyed all the questions that she asked him. But he hated the way she acted around Louis.

"Sure thing, Harv," Libby said with a smile as she turned to grab her bag. "It was nice seeing you, Louis," she added as Louis turned to leave the office. Once he was gone she turned back to Harvey with a wide grin on her face. "That was almost too much fun," she said with a giggle as she placed the strap of her purse over her shoulder.

"Why are you always so nice to him?" Harvey asked, he tried not to look disgusted as he asked the question. He knew for a fact that Libby thought Louis was a "slimy bastard," she had said so herself on her last visit when he had gotten her drunk.

"Because I love watching your face when I'm nice to him," Libby admitted with a smile. "You get so upset," she cooed in a baby voice as she gingerly reached up to pinch his cheek. "Now where am I going?" she asked gesturing to her purse that was now sitting on her shoulder.

"Mike's going to take you to lunch," Harvey said, gesturing toward the door of his office that had swung open for the second time in five minutes. "You need to eat, he needs to eat, and then Ray's going to take you home so that you can rest and I can get some work done. They pay me the big bucks for a reason."

Libby smiled at him and nodded before turning to smile at Mike. "Okay," she said with a soft nod. "Dinner tonight? I'm cooking, please don't attack me this time." Harvey nodded, a small, guilty smile resting on his lips. Libby's smile grew, "And then Top Gun?" she asked, already knowing the answer to her question, Harvey could never turn down Top Gun.

"I have a need," Harvey began with a grin.

"A need for speed," both siblings continued, a brief grin spreading across Harvey's face as his sister dissolved into a fit of giggles.

Libby nodded again before she turned back to Mike and looped her arm through his, "Let's go, Ross," she said in a cheerful tone, "Where are you taking me?"

"Um, where - wherever you want to go?" Mike asked, glancing back at Harvey over his sister's head. Harvey nodded, silently telling Mike to use the company credit card if Libby decided that she wanted to go somewhere expensive.

They didn't need to worry about that though, because the only place Libby wanted to go was to McDonald's. "I really want some bad-for-me-french fries," she said, defending herself as the two walked into the elevator and left Harvey to his work.

-.-.-.-.-

Mike stared at the woman sitting at the booth across from him. She was eating her double cheeseburger as if she were a starving child who hadn't eaten in days and was worried that the food would disappear from her very hands if she didn't scarf it all down at once. "I'm sorry," she said with a small giggle as she reached her hand up to cover her mouth, flinching briefly at the movement. "I'm usually not this much of a pig," she added once she had swallowed her food.

"Are you kidding?" Mike asked, a joking smile spreading across his cheeks, "that was the sexiest thing I have seen in a long time." Libby smiled shyly and ducked her head in embarrassment, hiding behind the curtain of her dark hair. Mike smiled before he turned serious, "Injured your ribs?" he asked, nodding across the table at the ginger way the girl was sitting.

"What?" Libby asked, surprised, she hadn't told Mike what had happened in her brother's kitchen the night before so it surprised her that he had noticed that she was in pain. Most people didn't look for signs of pain unless they knew the person in front of them was in pain to begin with. "Yeah," she said after a moment, nodding and reaching for a french fry, "pain killers ran out though, I need to take more after I eat. How did you know? Did Harvey tell you?"

Mike shook his head, "I used to read a lot of medical books when I was younger, you are displaying the common signs of bruised or broken ribs, but seeing as you are obviously not taped, I'm assuming they're simply broken."

"When you were younger?" Libby asked in a teasing tone, "Like when you were ten?" Mike nodded, he was serious, but he could tell that Libby thought he was joking. "How long ago was that?" Libby asked, her smile growing, "Five years ago?"

"Very funny," Mike said rolling his eyes with a smile. Libby smiled back and carefully leaned back in her seat, trying to avoid any soft spots or putting too much stress on her back. "So tell me about your dancing?" Mike asked, changing the subject.

Libby looked away shyly, but when she turned back to him her eyes had a glow about that that let him know just how important dancing was to her. "My mom got me into it," she admitted, smiling at some memory that Mike did not know, "When I was five years old. I hated it at first to be honest, Harvey didn't have to spend hours prancing around in an ugly pink tutu and I was jealous of that. As I got older, like twelve, I, well I still hated the classes. A lot of the time I was still forced to wear pink and frankly too much make-up and the girls in the classes could be real bitches. But I loved to dance. And then," she paused, some of the light disappearing from her eyes, she sighed, "and then I got a scholarship to Juilliard for dancing, I graduated and joined a dance company out in L.A. and now I'm back here."

"Why?" Mike asked, watching the girl's face, it was clear that she had skipped over some details, but he wasn't going to push her. The last thing he needed was for Harvey to come after him for upsetting his sister.

"Because I'm too old to dance professionally anymore," Libby said with a sigh. "I'm twenty-four years old and I have to retire. A career in dancing has a shelf-life, mine's up. But I'm still good enough that Juilliard has hired me to teach classes there now. The pay's pretty good, doesn't hurt that I can live at Harvey's place though."

"You and Harvey are close," Mike said with a nod. It wasn't a question, it was an observation. Mike hadn't known Harvey for very long and he had just met Libby, but it was clear that this woman was the most important thing in Harvey Spector's life. Mike had seen a different side of Harvey this morning than he had come to know, and it frightened him a bit. Mike was not used to his first impressions being wrong.

Libby smiled and nodded, "Yeah we're close," she said with a nod, "I mean ... Harvey practically raised me," she stopped there, unsure of how much Mike knew about Harvey's personal life. She had to remember that no matter how nice this guy was he was still her brother's employee and there was still some kind of line in the sand that was not to be crossed. Mike noticed the look on her face and recognized it immediately, it was the same look Harvey gave him after he felt that he had let the young associate get too close. She was shutting down. Libby nodded and lifted her cup to her lips, taking a final sip of it before she stood up to throw out her stuff. "Right," she said with another nod, "Well we should get you back to work, Sir. Harvey really hates when people are late."

"Yeah," Mike said with a nod as he followed the small woman to the trash can, "I've noticed that." Libby smiled at him and ran up to the counter, ordering a large chocolate shake before the two walked out of the building. "For the road?" Mike asked, gesturing toward the shake and straw in her hand.

Libby grinned, "You could say that," she said as she approached the driver's window. She knocked on it with her knuckles and smiled when Ray rolled the window down. "Here you go, Ray," she said with a smile as she handed him the shake. Ray nodded and thanked the young woman as she and Mike slid into the back seat of the car. "Harvey gives Ray C.D.s and quizzes him about them, I give him chocolate shakes," Libby said with a shrug when she caught Mike looking at her with his eyebrows raised. "We've all got our little traditions," she said before turning to the driver and addressing him. "Pearson and Hardman, Ray."

"I don't think so, Miss Libby," Ray said, shaking his head and sending the young woman a smile through the rear-view mirror. "Your brother gave me strict instructions to take you home before I drop Mike back off at the office. He doesn't want to give you a chance to run back in the office and distract more people while you should be resting."

"Like I could really run," Libby muttered, rolling her eyes. "I can barely walk." Ray simply shrugged and continued on his way toward Harvey's apartment building. Libby sighed and sat back in the seat, gingerly crossing her arms over her chest. "This is bull," she muttered turning to look at Mike for some sign of agreement. Mike simply shrugged his shoulders, refusing to take sides. "You are no help," she muttered before turning to look out the window.

-.-.-.-.-

Harvey glared at the clock in his office, Mike and Libby had left for McDonald's almost an hour and a half ago. He had expected their lunch to last a while, Libby liked to talk, but it was called fast food for a reason. He couldn't imagine that they would have much time to talk while they were eating, it only took like five minutes to eat a burger. If he knew Libby the way he did right now she was probably trying to convince Ray to bring her back to the office instead of their apartment. He knew Ray wouldn't let himself be convinced, he was loyal to Harvey after all, not to Libby.

After another five minutes Harvey stood up from his seat with a growl. Where was his damn associate? "Donna," he said, not bothering to hit the intercom button as per his usual, "Get me Ross on the phone," he instructed.

"No need," the associate in question all but yelled as he ran into his superior's office. "What do you need, Harvey?"

"I need you to go back to your desk and go through all the briefs that I left there for you when you were on your lunch break," Harvey muttered, almost glaring at the younger man. "Your abnormally long lunch break has set us back an hour and you will not leave this office until you have caught back up."

"But you were the one who told me to take Libby to lunch," Mike said, gesturing over his shoulder toward the door before looking back at Harvey.

"So it's Libby now?" Harvey asked, standing up from his desk and glaring at his associate. "I believe I introduced her to you as Elizabeth," he added, his glare getting even colder.

"Mr. Spector," a voice came over the intercom. Harvey turned to look at Donna and found her sending him a glare telling him that he was overdoing it on the protective big brother role and that he needed to relax a bit.

Harvey nodded before he turned back to Mike. "Just go review those briefs," he muttered, "we've got a meeting with a potential client and I need you to know everything you can about them. Got it?"

Mike nodded and this time he didn't argue. Obviously Harvey was very protective over his sister and Mike didn't want to upset his boss anymore than he had already done. "Hey Harvey," he said as he turned toward the door, "I was wondering if when we're done with work today if we could talk, I've got something I'm kind of worried about." Harvey just nodded and waved his had, dismissing his associate without even looking up from the magazine he had just picked up. Mike nodded and quickly left the office, waving to Donna on his way past her desk.

Harvey stared after him for a moment before he sat back down at his desk. He was flipping the magazine open again when Donna walked into his office. "Okay, guard dog," the woman said, crossing her arms over her chest. "That was a bit over done wasn't it?"

Harvey shot her a look that said that he did not want to talk about it. And he really didn't. Because he knew that his reaction had been over done. He had been hard on Mike for bringing his sister out to lunch after he had been the one who ordered the associate to bring her to lunch in the first place. He understood that his reaction was unfair, but it was his sister - he didn't need to be fair about her. Libby was his best friend, he had loved her for her entire life. Hell, he had practically raised her after their parents had died. He was overly protective of her, but he had his reasons. What was worse was he had never had to share Libby before in his life and judging by the fact that their McDonald's lunch had taken them an hour and a half he was convinced that he was going to have share Libby very soon. And that upset him a bit. Not that he was going to admit that to anyone besides Donna, and that was because he couldn't hide anything from Donna. He looked up at her know and realized that she was leaning against his door frame smiling at him. "What?" he asked, sounding slightly irritated.

"She loves you, Harvey," Donna said with a side. "She's not going anywhere."

Harvey nodded, he knew Donna was right, but part of him was glad that he had sent Libby home and that she was no longer following Mike around the office.

And that's all folks!
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