Author's Note: Thank you all so much for your reading, putting this on your alerts and reviewing! You all are so wonderful. I got a bad cold over the weekend, so this chapter is a little short. Sorry! I will try my best to get the next chapter up quickly!

Also season 1 of Suits is re-airing on USA, starting Thursday with the Pilot at 11/10 c. Now I finally get to see the Pilot!

Informed

It was a typical day in the precinct. The area buzzed with the voices of people and the ringing of phones as detectives hurried to close up their cases and follow the loose threads in others. Roy Summers, a lean, half-shaven man just teetering on the line of middle-aged, was just writing up the finishing touches on a case that was not going to go anywhere near trial. They almost never did and it was for this reason, Summer's loyalty to the system had long transformed into complete and utter dissatisfaction with his job.

Christ, I'm not even of age to have my mid-life crisis, he thought, punctuating the thought with a rather vigorous period to end the report. He leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind head, wincing at the rattle of pops in his back.

For once, he did not have a single pending case on his desk, but he knew that was not going to last more than five minutes. He decided it was time for a Diet Coke and was just pushing himself out of his chair when his phone rang. Of course, he thought with a roll of his eyes, but he nonetheless answered in his usual professional tone, "This is Detective Roy Summers. How may I help you?"

"Hello, Roy."

His eyes widened and he turned in his chair so that he was leaning over his desk. "Donna."

"It's been a long time. I'm surprised you remember me."

Roy drew his mouth into a line. It had been three years since he lasted talked to her and even longer since he last saw her, but she was a hard woman to forget. A fiery and sassy assistant of all people but to top it off, she had been the most beautiful in the whole damned building. The entire department mourned the loss when the greatest eye candy to liven up the daily grind had walked off with a corporate shill.

"What do you want, Donna?"

"I am ready to cash in on my favor."

Summers winced again. He was starting to hope that he'd never have to pay that back, but even back then, Donna had a meticulous network of people and she never forgot who owed her.

"I'm in the middle of closing up a case."

"Well, consider this your new case."

"Donna, I –"

"I will not take no for an answer! Meet me in the coffee shop across the street in fifteen minutes."

Summers sighed in resignation and pulled his coat off the chair and around his shoulders. He distinctly remembered this about her too: what Donna wants, Donna gets.

~+.Suits.+~

She was easily the most notable person in the place, even when she was sitting at a table in the corner. Overcome by the wonderful aroma of coffee, Summers ordered one and headed straight over.

"All right, Donna, let's get down to it. What do you want?" He had never been one to mince words.

"Glad you could join me, Roy," Donna replied quite calmly as if he had had any other alternative. "Anyway, I have a new case for you. It concerns Harvey Specter."

Summers couldn't keep from groaning and rubbing his tired eyes. If there was one person even less forgettable than Donna, it was Harvey goddamn Specter. He never knew the man especially well, but simply remembered his impossibly high standards and rather frequent bitch sessions as he chewed out the detectives on their 'shoddy' work. The only good quality Summers could honestly grant him was that he closed more cases than any man before him and he did with dignity, unlike that asshole Dennis Cameron. The man had a way with words and he could sell the jury anything, but it still didn't cover the fact that he was a smug bastard who had run off to make millions babying corporation's money problems.

He saw him at least once a month in passing at the courthouse and he was not surprised to hear the lawyer had long since been given the title of best closer in New York City. Harvey was just another reason to prove there was no justice in the world.

"What's he done now?"

"First off, I would like you to cut the attitude," Donna replied. "You act like he's a playboy you've had to pick up every weekend for public intoxication."

Summers grudgingly nodded and bit his tongue. She had a point – as far as he knew Harvey had never come from money and the spoiled rich boy act was definitely not one he'd associate with a lawyer who worked as hard as he did. "All right, I'm listening."

"Harvey is missing."

The detective pinched his eyes again. "Go on."

"He was having lunch with a client and he was supposed to be back by one. He's not called and he has obviously not answered any calls. I don't want to wait for the missing persons deadline," she said, with a meaningful look.

Summers glanced at his watch: 3 o'clock. Yes, two hours was bordering on worrisome. While New York traffic was horrendous, traffic jams rarely lasted two hours, especially during the work week.

"I don't know, Donna. Could it be the battery in his phone died?"

She feigned a look of contemplation. "Oh yes, it's possible his phone died. But it would be highly improbable for his associate's and client's phones to have died too!"

"That's still not impossible," Summers said with a shake of his head.

Donna only continued to regard him with an annoyed glare and with an inward sigh, he moved on, "He could've changed the schedule and done or gone somewhere else."

She giggled mockingly at the suggestion. "Oh, Roy, do you remember Harvey at all? Even back then he was strictly by the schedule and since I'm his secretary, he would know better than to not inform me!"

The detective acknowledged the comment with a slight nod, but after a moment's silence he said, "Donna, there is really nothing to suggest that there's anything criminal happening. You could be getting worked up over nothing."

"You're right. It's probably nothing," Donna said. Summer's victorious smile was short-lived however when he saw her eyes narrow intently at him. "But I want you to look into it anyway! If you find Harvey did indeed take a detour to a strip club and downed shots this whole time, I will kick his ass and your debt will still be paid."

She paused to let him soak in her words before continuing, tapping a fingernail to the table with every word. "But if it's not, the police need to start finding him right now!"

Before he could put in a word edgewise, she dug out a photograph from her purse and pointed to it as if it was of utmost importance. "See this woman?" She asked, pointing at a smiling old lady sitting with a young man. "Her name is Emma Ross. This man here is her grandson, Mike Ross. He's Harvey's associate and he went with Harvey to lunch. Mike is the only family this woman has left. If you can't do this for Harvey, at least do this for her and her grandson."

God damn Donna for knowing which buttons to press.

Oh Donna and her network of people. Thanks again for all of you for reading and reviewing. =)