Definitely made up all my legal stuff…for I am no Harvey Specter.

AAAAA

Harvey hugged the little girl tightly as he felt her shake with sobs as he held her in his arms, fighting back tears himself as he stood at JFK terminal 4. Will had just stepped inside the gate and allowed Harvey to say goodbye. His fears had been correct.

Maggie was going to California.

"I don't want to move away, Uncle Harvey!" Maggie wailed, her arms wrapped tightly around Harvey's neck as he rubbed her back in soothing circles. "I want to stay here with you!"

"I know, Maggie, but this is a big opportunity for your daddy." Harvey said, knowing what a small condolence it was. Maggie didn't understand opportunities or jobs or that Will struggled to pay the bills after becoming a single father so young. Harvey helped all that Will would allow, but Los Angeles held an prospect that Will couldn't pass up.

Hell, he was a grown man and he didn't want to hear what his own mouth was saying. She leaned back and her blue eyes were bloodshot, shiny tearstains down her face.

"But you'll be so far away." Maggie hiccupped, rubbing one of her eyes with her tiny fist.

"Your daddy says you can come spend summers with me." Harvey suggested, taking out a handkerchief and drying her cheeks.

"Summertime is so far away!" Maggie said, playing with his tie.

"I'll visit you so often, you'll get sick of me." Harvey said. "And your daddy's got my phone number, so I want you to call me every day, okay?"

"I don't want to go." Maggie said, lunging and wrapping her arms around his neck. Harvey took a deep breath to compose himself.

"Maggie, listen." He whispered. Maggie leaned back and sniffed, looking at Harvey with watery eyes. "Nothing will keep me from seeing you, okay?"

"What if a fire breathing dragon attacks me?" Maggie asked. "Or aliens come or monsters under my bed eat me?"

"Nothing, Nobody will keep me from you, Honey Bee." Harvey said, tipping her head up. "And remind me to talk to your father about what kind of movies you watch."

SSSSS

Harvey could feel all eyes on him as he stepped from the elevator and strode toward his office. Mike followed him watching all of the faces glance away when his eyes met theirs.

"News travels fast I guess." Mike thought, meeting the eye of everyone in the firm, daring them to judge Harvey, to feel sorry for him. Harvey stared straight ahead, either not noticing or caring about all of the eyes in the office. Mike went to drop his things off at his cubicle.

"No, you don't." Harvey said. "We've got a hostile takeover to stop."

Mike nodded and grabbed a few files from his desk and followed Harvey to prepare. He tried to read anything that gave away his boss' mood. Harvey was a mess yesterday, what had happened last night?

"Messages?" Harvey asked Donna, who handed them to him diligently. "Has anything come for me?"

"Nothing yet, Harvey." Donna said, shaking her head. Harvey continued into his office, every effort being put into keeping himself from crawling out of his skin.

"They have until the end of the day." Harvey thought to himself.

To occupy himself Harvey kept his sights on the deposition ahead, the path to victory suddenly clear. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mike swipe the newspaper that came to his office every morning, tucking it inside his messenger bag so fast Harvey barely saw it. It occurred to Harvey would be in the newspaper and sent Mike another silent thanks.

Suddenly Harvey and Mike were sitting in a conference room at the other firm representing the competition, McMurphy and Miles, waiting.

"Where the hell are they?" Mike grumbled.

"Probably trying to making us sweat." Harvey said, suddenly tired. Games were the very last thing he was in the mood for.

Maggie needed him.

Harvey and Mike looked up when the door opened. Harvey wrestled a look of disappointment when he saw the blond associate that had shown them in. He was probably there to offer he and Mike drinks or something.

"I'm sorry gentlemen, but this deposition must be postponed." The associate said.

"This is completely outrageous." Harvey said getting to his feet and buttoning his blazer in annoyance. "Our client won't stand for being terrorized while your guys hide in foxholes."

"The McMurphy and Miles legal team for Carson Motors are indisposed with another legal matter." The associate said, taking a step back from Harvey.

"What legal matter?" Mike asked.

"I don't know if I should tell you…" the associate said.

"If you don't tell us what has postponed this deposition that your firm's clients have petitioned for, I will file for injection at the same time I move for you and your firm to be held in contempt of court, not to mention I will do everything in my considerable power to make sure you lose your job." Harvey growled. The associate swallowed.

"One of the sister company's CEO has been indicted in criminal proceedings." The associate said quickly.

"What charges?" Mike asked.

"I think that's a violation…" the associate started.

"What charges." Harvey asked through clenched teeth.

"Murder. Murder charges. I swear to God that's all I know." The associate said. Harvey cringed inwardly. That was the last thing he wanted to think about.

"Well, let your clients know I'm filing for dismissal." Harvey said packing up his briefcase and walking out followed by Mike.

SSSSS

Mike looked over at Harvey as the top litigator looked out the window, his mind million miles away.

Probably ten miles down the street to the office. Mike thought.

Mike had an odd feeling about the deposition this morning. There was something odd about these criminal proceedings. Carson motors had sister companies to be sure. Mike recalled them from memory.

"Johnson, Pacific, Olympic…" Mike muttered to himself. His eyes widened and he dug into his messenger bag.

"What are you muttering about?" Harvey finally asked in a distracted voice.

Mike found what he was looking for and opened the newspaper.

"Oh, my God."

"What?"

"I think I know what that associate was talking about." Mike said. He passed the newspaper to Havrey. "You're going to want to take a look at this."

Harvey looked at the headline news.

TATE MURDER CHARGES – Gerald Tate of Tate Inc., arrested by the NYPD for possible involvement with a double homicide, is now under suspicion of the murder of an NYPD detective whose name has not yet been released.

Harvey scanned the rest of the article, but didn't process what he'd read past the first sentence.

"Looks like we have our fire-breathing dragon, Maggie." Harvey said. "The monsters better run and hide."

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Thank you, thank you, thank you for all of your comments. They inspire me to keep writing. : )

-Snowball