Harvey surveyed the room from the bar. He recognized most of the usual suspects. He had already seen many of his own clients, insulted Louis, and chastised Mike for not being on time. So far, it had been a typical social/work outing. Or, it had been until he had spotted the red-head. Geezus was she beautiful. Well, he supposed she was. He had yet to see her face but the shape, the dress, and that hair, it was enough.

Harvey walked the room. It seemed she was always just out of his view…out of his grasp. He had watched her rebuff Louis. His body language told everything – the swagger, the false bravado as he approached her and, then, the false humility as he slinked away from her. Specter laughed.

"That's a nice sound to hear, Harvey," Jessica stepped beside him.

Harvey took a drink from his glass before answering, "Nice to see Louis still has no pickup skills."

"Who's he accosting?" She wanted to know.

Harvey couldn't tell her a name and the red-head had dematerialized again. "Does it matter?"

It was Jessica's turn to laugh, "No." Taking a drink from her own glass, she then continued, "And where's your bodyguard tonight, Harvey?"

He was instantly on edge, "I gave her the night off."

"You did what?" The large black man he had met earlier today, Rodney Morgan, all but roared in his ear.

"Relax," Harvey said unconcerned. "These are all people I know. I find it hard to believe anyone here would want me dead."

"Are you kidding?" Jessica said, "There are times I want you dead and you work for me."

"Jessica," he began only to be cutoff.

"You don't get it. I didn't hire Rodney's firm for fun. This is a serious threat."

"Leave it, Jessica." It was Morgan's turn, "Some people don't have the good sense to understand what's in their own best interest. You can't force the protection on him if he doesn't want it."

"Yes, actually, I can. He works for me," the managing partner corrected.

Their voices were starting to carry so Harvey put an end to it, "Alright, Jessica, alright. First thing in the morning, I'll catch up with Miss Howard and follow her every order." And he toasted his boss and moved on.

Jessica started to follow when Rodney detained her, "Let him go, Jessica."

"He's not getting off that easily."

"Let him think he's got his freedom. There are two other undercover operatives here in addition to me. If anyone tries anything, we'll be able to abort it."

"But I'm not paying you or any of those others to be his personal bodyguard," she pointed out.

Rodney smiled, "I'd bet the entire retainer's fee you've paid me that Dailey Howard is in this building somewhere."

Jessica raised a well sculpted eyebrow, "You really believe that."

He answered on a laugh, "I know it."

Harvey had spotted her again, this time talking to none other than his associate, Mike Ross. From the body language, Mike was faring much better than Louis. The younger man smiled, and talked, engagingly, but, in the end, the red head walked away, leaving Ross in her wake.

"I think I'm in love," Harvey said under his breath. And, that fast, the mystery woman had once again faded into the ether sphere. So distracted in trying to spot her again, he didn't realize when the figure stepped up behind him. He startled slightly as hands caressed his shoulders.

"Looking for me?" The voice was sultry and rich.

Harvey chuckled, "I don't know. Do you, by any chance, have red hair?"

It was the figure's turn to chuckle, "I do." Harvey tried to turn around but she stopped him. "No, not here," she responded conspiratorially. "Meet me outside."

And, once again, she had disappeared. Specter looked over his shoulder and saw the door start to close so he quickly followed.

It was only now, suddenly alone in the deserted hallway, that Harvey began to think about the logistics of the situation. There really was a threat against him and by an unknown assailant. And, here he was, putting himself at risk unnecessarily. When he felt what was most likely a gun in his ribs, he knew he had screwed up royally.

He tried to brazen his way out of the situation, "You don't have to use force, Red. I'm all yours."

And the woman all but growled when she stepped into his line of vision, "You're mine, alright. Just not the way you think."

And, if Dailey hadn't been so angry, she might have enjoyed the look that crossed his face, "You? But, you're a brunette."

"Not tonight. Tonight, I'm a red-head."

"Why?"

"Why do you think? To teach you a lesson, jackass," she sighed, shoving her pistol back in her bag. "For all the good it did."

He hadn't realized it, but Harvey Specter had been holding his breath. And, now, he had to decide how much he really wanted to tell the armed and angry woman.

"And what's the lesson?"

"That you don't know what constitutes a threat and what doesn't."

"I'm supposed to believe that an attractive red-head is a threat?"

"You had no idea who I was. Whether or not I was here alone. All you knew was that you had to have me."

Harvey snorted, "Don't flatter yourself."

Dailey stepped up nose to nose with the arrogant attorney, "You've been watching me ever since you got here. You couldn't take your eyes off of me." He tried to deny it but she forged on, "You saw me turn down…" And she paused, leaned back, grasping for a name, "Weasel…Little…Litt."

Harvey smiled genuinely, "Louis. Although, Little Weasel works, too."

But Howard ignored him, continuing her diatribe to prove her point, "And you looked like you were ready to tackle Mike when you thought he might have a chance."

Harvey leaned back, "Wait. Mike would have recognized you."

It was Dailey's turn to smile, "He did. I persuaded him to go along with me."

Harvey would see that Mike paid for that little bit of misdirection.

"Look, Mr. Specter, I have no doubt you can protect yourself against a threat you can see. But, you're not always going to see the threat. And, even when you see the threat, you still may not recognize it."

"You want me to believe you were a threat," Harvey was skeptical.

"You just don't get it, do you?" Frustration wracked her speech. Finally, she bargained, "If you tell me, honestly, you didn't have a moment's doubt or hesitation when you got out here in the hall, I'll leave and tell Rodney you can handle it without protection."

Here was his chance. One word…one statement and he could be free of this. He looked down, shoved his hands in his pockets, like a little boy caught in the cookie jar. "Yeah, okay. Just for a second, I had the fleeting thought that I might - emphasize, might - have screwed up." He smiled, "What do you want me to do?"

Dailey hesitated, caught off-guard by the frank admission, "What? Wait. Really?"

Specter laughed, "Yeah. You're the boss. You're in charge. What do we do now?"

"Are you ready to leave, then?"

"Yes, ma'am. Ready to go."

She nodded and turned on her heel, waiting for Harvey to step up beside her. She spoke as they walked, "By the way, thanks for telling my boss you gave me the night off. I had a hell of a time explaining that."

"Sorry. I truly didn't think you were here."

"You really think I'd let you walk into a dangerous place without coverage?" Dailey was incredulous.

He grabbed her arm, stopping her progress, "How many operatives are here?"

"Four, including Rodney and me." She smiled slyly.

Harvey nodded, letting Dailey once again lead until they got outside to the waiting limo. The driver got out immediately, walking around to get the door.

"Wait a minute," Specter hesitated again, "that's not my driver."

"No, this is Jeremy."

"Hi!" The so named Jeremy waved.

"I like Ray," was Harvey's succinct response.

"Yeah, well, until this is over, we told Ray to take a break," was the woman's answer.

"I prefer Ray," the arrogant, pain in the ass Harvey Specter was back.

So it was the superior, pain in the ass Dailey Howard who responded, "Yes, but I'm the boss. And Ray's not licensed to carry a gun. Nor is Ray a retired Navy Seal."

Once again, Harvey started to argue but Dailey's narrowed glaze and forceful body language made him pause.

"Jeremy, let's go home," Harvey smiled, sliding into the limo, effectively ending the conversation.

Jeremy smiled, closed the door and gave Dailey a wink. Score one more for the DH.