AN: Oook! Didn't mean to last a month without updating, but it seems my literature classes take up all my time nowdays, sometimes I forget all the other stuff I'm supposed to do, you know like; eat, sleep, post the chapters you've finished already, stuff like that, but here I am and most importantly here IT is!

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Chapter Three: Interlude- How to tell Donna

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They walked back to the car in silence and the only thing that left the girl's mouth upon the sight was…

"Bitching!"

Harvey felt the strong urge to say 'Language,' but held it in, he needed time to process how in less than 12 hours he'd became the "father" of a teenage girl, like he didn't have enough with Mike, the man-child associate.

"That's all your stuff?"

The girl, Isobel, looked at him as if he'd either grown two heads or was mentally retarded, completely insulting, that look was. "Of course not, we have to swing by the motel and pick up my things."

Oy vey! What? He was half Jewish, might as well use some of his mother's words while at it. He rolled his eyes and motioned them towards the car.

"Just so you know the expenses of cab fare are on you." Mike piped, once he'd settle in the front seat, Harvey turned with question on his eyes. "What? You're paying for the cab I'm gonna take back to my apartment."

"Left your wallet at the cubby hole you call apartment?"

"No, you're still paying though." Mike said with a smile. Harvey shook his head and started the engine.

Halfway to the motel Mike turned his head. "So Isobel, what school did you attended?"

Caramel brown eyes opened and pinned him there. "I'm starting as a freshman this year."

Wow! Was she good at the deflecting or what? "Aren't you a bit young to be a freshman?"

She gave him an indulgent smile and closed her eyes. "I'm just that good."

"Hmm"

"Whatever." Turning her head to watch the city whiz before her eyes and in her face something like wonder, etched.

Silence was becoming the official soundtrack of this parody, if there was something to laugh about, anyways.

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After she checked out, Mike helped to put her things in the trunk of Harvey's car and they resettled but it seemed the roles got reversed. Between Isobel and Mike.

"So you live with or near Harvey?"

Mike chuckled, shaking his head in time. "No, not even close."

"Hmmm"

"What?"

"Oh I don't know, there's certain homoerotic vibe about you two, had to ask." Mike choked on his own spit and even Harvey pinned her with a look through the review mirror.

"Aren't you a bit too young to use words as homoerotic?" Mike asked once composed, still blushing.

"Aren't you a bit too old to be such a prude? 'Sides this is the 21st century, no need to be ashamed if that's the case." She had some kind of sadistic flare to her way of wielding words, Harvey could appreciate that.

"Oh my God, you are evil!"

She laughed, and call Harvey crazy but that wasn't her real 'This-is-giving-me-stitches' laugh, it carried amusement in it though. Harvey snickered at Mike's face all red, to the very tip of his ears.

"Harvey is not my lover, boyfriend, or anything like it."

"Oh come one Mikey, don't deny me." He couldn't resist needling Mike until he was a spluttering mess; it was a fun thing to watch.

"Should I call you Daddy or Papa?" She asked Mike and the blonde just buried his face in his hands. Harvey laughed at the absurdity of bonding he was having with the kid.

"He snores!" Mike shouted.

"Do not!" Harvey countered.

And then the only thing there was; laughter, in surround sound.

Harvey killed the engine, Mike got out first, Isobel following and her stuff afterwards. A curt nod from Mike to the girl, he began to inch away.

"Well, this is my stop." The blonde chanced a look at his boss; Harvey was clenching his jaw but otherwise his face was blank. "It's gonna be alright Harvey."

Just like that, the reality of everything started to set, leaving Harvey breathless. He wanted to grab Mike and push him into the elevator with them but rationalized it would look too desperate and Harvey Specter didn't do desperate, he also didn't make deals with teenage girls in cheap diners, girls that had the probability of being his.

Harvey swallowed, Mike walked back to him and with what he thought was concern. "Harvey, how are you telling Donna?"

That shook him out of his stupor; he narrowed his eyes and zeroed on Mike. "Me? Oh no rookie, we, we are telling Donna."

"This is your mess." Mike shook his head energetically. "I, is not included."

"Oh, really? Let's see, fine by me then." He pulled a shark-like smile and Mike paled, groaned and finally relented. Too easy.

"Fine, I'll see you at dinner." Mike deadpanned.

"Dinner?"

"Of course Harvey. Dinner tonight at 7, your treat. Call Donna to let her know." He waved and as he disappeared, shouted. "See you tonight Iso!"

Isobel said nothing, tilting her head she asked. "Iso?"

Harvey rolled his eyes and turned to take her bags. "Don't encourage him, come on."

She shrugged but obliged.

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Isobel just nodded as they ascended in Harvey's private elevator. "Nice."

Harvey remained silent, studying her reactions, observing her movements and analyzing everything she said. Out her mouth not a whispered came forth but through the reflection of the glass he saw her eyes widen as she took in the view of the city as it bathed in sunlight. Maybe no words were spoken but the wonderment in her eyes was loud enough; it screamed 'Beautiful.'

"Is Donna your girlfriend?" Isobel asked as they came out the lift. At Harvey's blank expression, she waved a dismissive hand. "You seem a little green back there at having to tell her about me."

Harvey continued to answer her with silence but filed that detail in his mental folder labeled 'Isobel Hurley', it read "far too observant." Leading her down the hallway of his magnificent condo, he turned to one door on the right. He sentenced. "This is where you gonna stay."

There was flurry of dark tresses caught in his peripheral, maybe he would have laughed if he wasn't wound up so tight at the moment; she looked like Cousin Itt.

She looked around the room; a Full (double) sized bed with plain white bedding and fluffy looking pillows, charcoal grey curtains drawn close, bedside tables in a nice pinewood and the walls in pale grey, it was roomy without being too big, to her it was perfect.

"The door to up your right is a closet." He said to end their silence, yet she made no effort to speak, Harvey left the bags at the end of the bed and pivoted in order to leave. "I'll bring you back some more bed clothes and let you settle in."

"There's no need for more bed clothes, it is fine like that." Her voice was hollowed, absent from the here and now. She threw him a look from over her shoulder. "I'll need a shower and some sleep first."

They stood there for several seconds; Harvey gestured with his head, got out of the room and pointed to the door before hers. "That'll be your bathroom."

"Where's yours?"

"Inside my room."

"Well enough then, good night Harvey." Grabbing one of the huge duffle bags, she carried with her tiny self, Isobel marched towards the door he had appointed as the bathroom and closed it behind her. Harvey waited until the water came on and then headed to his own room.

To be truthful, he was exhausted and just like any bone-tired person, Harvey collapsed in bed in a very unceremonious way, he also didn't give a flying fuck about it.

Shucked his shoes, jacket throw on the chair close to the sliding doors of his room, burrowed his face into the pillows, sighed and then remembered he had a phone call to make before pulling the plug on consciousness.

Pushing #1 on his speed dial and let it ring. "It's my day off; so you better have a good excuse to be calling me at this hour, Harvey Specter or so help me…"

"Good morning to you too Donna."

"Why haven't you slept?" Her voice carried an undercurrent of concern, it made him smile.

"We're going to dinner tonight. I send a car for you at 6:30." His eyes were drooping and his was slurring, Harvey just knew it.

"Now, tell me what's going on…"

"Bye Donna, see you tonight."

"Harvey Dmi…"

"Love you too, Do'." He ended the call before she went all cross examiner on him and soften the blow with the nickname he'd used a handful of times. And like a light Harvey Specter was off.

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Mike flat out collapsed in a heap of limbs on his bed, a small smile tugging at his lips; he blames it on the surreal tone of everything that happened in just half a day. And he was stone cold sober.

'I'll have to properly thank Lola later…oh yeah, later. Sleep now." what started as a thought, ended being a group of mumbled words against his pillow as he drifted.

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In a castle of glass way up high, a little kitten curled up in an amazing bed, closed her topaz colored eyes and fell asleep without anything troubling her mind.

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Donna was not amused, not in the slightest.

But anyways applied the finishing touches to her glorious self and waited for the driver, which she knew wasn't Ray, so it meant no amicable chat while getting to the restaurant. She had a vague idea where they might go it was either French or Italian because Harvey knew how to appease her.

At 6:29 PM her doorbell chimed, yep time to go. The driver gave her a curt nod and she smiled coyly in return.

"I'm thinking Italian." She said to no one in particular. The driver shook his head and pulled into traffic.


AN II: Ta-da! Before spewing all my babble or is it here is my babble spew? Anyways, as the tittle says this is an interlude, the chapter is short and it hasn't move a lot yet, if there is something that I do a LOT with my stories is develop them in a semi-complicated way and sometimes even if the plot is clear to me, it can get a little bit tangled, so be patient with this lunatic author of yours. Like always let me know what you think, don't be shy!

Read you soon.

Much love,

Lola