A/N: Thanks again so so so so so much for all the kind reviews! I'm definitely not a lawyer, and originally had not planned to have any of Harvey doing the questioning in this fic, but the readers seemed to want it and, in the end, I realized the story needed it. But I'm nowhere near as brillinat as Harvey so you'll just have to kind of imagine that court scene from Legally Blonde mixed with a dash of Alan Shore from Boston Legal (because those were the youtube clips that my 'research' for this chapter entailed) and take for granted that he is, in fact, brilliant. I hope everyone enjoys this last chapter!

Chapter Four – And A Shoe Full Of Rice

Once Goodman was on the stand Harvey stood up from the table, buttoning his jacket and pretending to be engrossed in some papers in front of him.

"Mr. Goodman, can I call you Roger? "

The man blinked at the unexpected question and his eyes flickered to his lawyer before he shifted in his seat.

"Sure."

Harvey smiled disarmingly. "Thank you. So, Roger, how long did you work for Miss Ronson?"

Roger leaned forward slightly in his chair to speak into the microphone, "just over a year."

Harvey nodded, sliding one hand into his pocket and paced over toward the jury, his brow furrowed as if in thought.

"And in that year, how would you describe her demeanor toward you?"

"Um, it varied."

"Women, huh?" He asked with a mischievous smile in a way that sounded like something two guys might say over a couple of beers and a ball game.

Samantha sent Mike an incredulous look and Mike pursed his lips, wanting her to have a little patience.

Roger seemed caught off guard by the question and then nodded, smiling back, "yeah."

Harvey turned and paced back in the other direction. "I'm sure I know what you mean, but for the benefit of the jury could you please describe this varying behavior?"

"Sometimes she was nice, nearly friendly. And other times," he sighed and gave Harvey a look, which made Harvey nod as if knowing where he was going with this, "usually around that time of the month, she was short. Demanding. I couldn't do anything right."

Several women in the jury shifted uncomfortably and Harvey continued quickly with his next question.

"And in the year you worked for her, would you say Ms. Ronson's attitude in general toward you changed at all?"

"Yeah. I'd say for sure," the man nodded and Harvey raised his eyebrows with his hands in his pockets. Interested. Non-threatening.

"In what way?"

"Well at the beginning it was a little more professional, you know? And then towards the end, well, I guess she just wasn't used to someone not returning her advances. "

Beside him, Mike saw Samantha's posture tightening minutely and he sent a quick glare to the lawyer. C'mon Harvey, get a move on already.

Harvey rocked back on his heels, smiling. "And how would you say your work performance was while you were employed as Miss Ronson's assistant?"

The man shifted, some of the relaxation leaking out of his posture and he straightened in his chair.

"Well, I mean, I did my best."

"I'm sure you did," Harvey smiled again and then turned abruptly, walking back over to the table where Mike wordlessly handed him a stack of papers.

"Rodger, do you know what these are?"

"Yeah, they look like my performance reviews."

"Do you know what they say?"

Harvey wasn't being nearly so friendly anymore and Goodman narrowed his eyes.

"Not specifically, no."

"Your honor, if it pleases the court I'd like to read a few of Miss Ronson's comments regarding Rodger's performance during his year tenure as her assistant."

"Objection your honor! Relevance?"

Mike barely suppressed rolling his eyes. It was plain to see the relevance of reading those performance reviews and the judge said as much.

"Thank you your honor," Harvey flipped through the pages for a second and then began reading aloud. "Failure to preform work to quality standards. Insubordinate. Poor time management skills. Inability to meet required work deadlines. Lack of appropriate communication skills. Inability to properly handle anger in the-"

"Stop."

Harvey looked up at Rodger and raised his eyebrows.

"Is there a problem?"

"That stuffs not true."

"You're saying Ms. Ronson lied on an Official document required for continuation of employment at Birch Books?"

"Hell yeah!"

"So you did preform you work to a satisfactory level?"

"Of course."

"To who's satisfaction?"

He sputtered, "mine."

"But Roger, you were Ms. Ronson's assistant. Shouldn't you be preforming to her satisfaction?" Harvey asked, sounding genuinely confused.

"Well, yes but-"

"And as her assistant shouldn't you-"

"She has no right to boss me around!"

"Because she's unqualified?"

"Because she's a woman!" Immediately Rodger's eyes widened and he looked over frantically at the jury, the women giving him scathing glares, the men looking a cross between horrified and disgusted. "I…that's not what I meant-"

"I think that's exactly what you meant, Rodger," Harvey interrupted, all trace of congeniality and confusion gone from his voice, giving the plaintiff a hard stare. "You're honor opposing council has presented no evidence to back up their sexual misconduct claim and clearly Miss Ronson had well documented grounds for terminating Rodger Goodman. I move this case be dismissed."

Both Goodman and his lawyer stood up to protest, but they didn't even get a word out before the judge banged his gavel.

"Motion accepted. This case is dismissed."

Harvey smirked and turned around just in time to see matching grins on Mike and Samantha's faces. The girl leapt out of her chair and turned to fling her arms around her brother, Mike squeezing her so tightly her feet left the ground.

Harvey approached the table and quietly began putting his things away, content to be ignored.

He nearly stumbled backward when he was wrapped in a surprisingly strong hug and surrounded by the scent of clean laundry and peaches.

"Thank you so much Harvey!" Samantha leaned back and grinned at him, suddenly looking far too young to even have been in this position in the first place.

"You're welcome," he nodded at her, smiling softly.

As suddenly as she'd attacked him Samantha was gone, having spotted a few supportive coworkers sitting a few rows back.

Mike sidled up beside Harvey, his messenger bag already slung over his shoulder.

"Thanks Harvey," he said quietly, watching his sister exchange relieved hugs and flip her hair out of her eyes.

Harvey didn't look at him as they began to exit the courtroom.

"I didn't do it for you."

Mike nodded, "I know."

Surprised by the contentment in his tone, Harvey turned to look and Mike met his gaze.

"That's why I'm thanking you."

They'd ridden back to Pearson Hardman together to finish up some paperwork. The entire way Samantha regaled Ray with the stories of Harvey's awe-inspiring court room performance. Mike tried unsuccessfully to look bored and Harvey read the paper.

It only took a few moments to sign off on everything to close the case, and Samantha bolted from the office, complaining of needing to use the ladies room since before the trial even began.

"Why didn't you go then?" Mike had asked, giving her a look.

Samantha had rolled her eyes. "I was too nervous."

"Some things will never change."

"Shut up."

Mike and Harvey stood and exchanged a congratulatory smile, walking out of Harvey's office together. Mike was on his way back to his desk, there was always more work there waiting for him.

"Hey, Mike," Harvey said, stopping the young man before he got too far.

Mike turned around, eyebrows raised expectantly. He followed Harvey's gaze down the hall to where Samantha had paused on her way back to get a glass of water and was talking to Donna, who'd just returned from a coffee break.

"You said before that the assistant wasn't your sisters type." He said it like a question, expecting Mike to fill in the blanks. Rodger Goodman certainly hadn't been bad looking. In fact, Harvey had known plenty of women to go after the tall, dark and handsome types.

Mike shook his head, returning to Harvey's side. "He's not."

"How can you be so sure?" Harvey tilted his head, watching Samantha throw her head back in laughter at something Donna said.

"I thought you said it didn't matter?" Mike said, one eyebrow raised, eyes planted firmly on his boss.

"It doesn't. I'm just curious."

Mike deadpanned. "You mean you think she's hot."

"Can you blame me?" Harvey turned toward Mike for the first time, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Okay first of all, gross. That's my sister. And secondly," Mike shook his head, glancing down the hall and chuckling to himself, "you're not her type either."

Harvey looked affronted. "Now what kind of ridiculous statement is that? I'm everyone's type."

Mike rolled his eyes, "yeah. Because everyone's attracted to ego in a nice suit."

"A very nice suit." Harvey nodded. "Now seriously. How'd you know? And if you tell me it was just sibling loyalty I will be very disappointed."

Mike sighed and shook his head. "Because that's my sister's type, Harvey."

Harvey followed Mike's pointed finger down the hall. His eyebrows hit his hair line.

"Donna?" He asked, a note of disbelief in his voice. Just as he said it the woman in question let out a laugh so loud everone in the vicinity turned to look, and he noticed Samantha's hand on her forarm as she laughed right along with.

Mike shrugged. "Donna. Rachel. Jessica. Pretty much anything with high heels and a nice ass."

Harvey looked at Mike. "You been looking at Jessica's ass?"

He turned around and went back into his office, leaving a sputtering Mike to follow behind.

"What? No I-," He was interrupted by more laughter at the end of the hallway and he looked frantically back toward Harvey, who seemed entirely unconcerned and sitting at his desk on his computer. "Wait, aren't you going to do something about them?"

Mike didn't know much about Donna, but straight or not, he'd yet to meet a woman who couhd resist Samantha when she'd decided on something she really wanted.

"Relax kid, she's not Donna's type."

"Oh really? And what, prey tell, is her type?"

Harvey looked up with a smirk. "Me."

Mike rolled his eyes grandly. "Wow. How do you even make it through doors with an ego like that?"

"Keep talking Ross. I hear Louis needs another tennis buddy this weekend."

Mike blanched at the not-so-veild threat and did an about face, unable to return to his desk quick enough.

Ten minutes later Mike was thorughly engrossed in doing research for a new case when a shadow decended over his keyboard.

"Did you get her number?" He asked, not looking up.

Samantha scooted back to sit on his desk and shrugged, examining her manicure. "She was harder to crack than I thought."

Inside his head, Mike's respect for Donna went up a few notches.

Samantha raised an eyebrow at his look.

"You know I love a challenge Mike. It's only a matter of time."

At that Mike turned huge blue eyes on her. "Please Sam, for my sake, don't."

The girl deflated slightly but finally nodded.

"Fine, fine," she sighed, "well then it looks like my dinner plans just opened up. Care to join me?"

Mike raised an eyebrow as he shut down his computer.

"Already planning dinner? Cocky much?"

"Not cocky, confident, Mike," she explained, hopping off the desk and planting a hand on her hips, "cocky is unattractive."

Mike laughed, turning out his desk lamp.

"C'mon Ladykiller."

Samantha laughed, elbowing him playfully and following him to the elevators.

Harvey watched the siblings go, relief and perhaps a bit of pride settling across his chest at seeing them so obviously getting along.

He stood up and went to Donna's desk, noting a small white card with Birch Book's logo beside the keyboard that hadn't been there before.

She looked up and caught Harvey's curious look and did her best pin-up girl wink.

"I still got it."

Harvey smiled. "That mean you got dinner plans for tonight?"

"Shame on you Harvey," Donna gave him a sultry look, "you know I like to play hard to get."

"That's too bad, because I've got a reservation for two at Bertellos tonight and there's only one of me."

Upon hearing the name of her favorite restaurant Donna hastily began her shutdown routine for the night. Harvey was waiting for her when she was done, proffering his elbow with his jacket slung over his shoulder.

"Wait, you made reservations at one of the nicest restaurants in the city before having a date to take there?"

"I was planning to have a date," he responded diplomatically, facing straight ahead while they waited for the elevator.

But Donna was too smart for diplomacy.

"Samantha," she said after a moment. "You were planning on dinner with Samantha."

Harvey's smirk said it all.

Donna shook her head, her hips swishing in time with Harvey's long strides as they entered the elevator.

"Cocky."

Harvey turned toward her when the doors closed but Donna stayed facing forward, hoping it would help disguise her amusement.

He smiled slyly, "you know you love it."

"I plead the fifth."

Harvey tilted his head, knowing that even if he told her she couldn't plead the fifth in the middle of a conversation it wouldn't do him any good. He merely chuckled and turned to face the doors.

"Whatever you say, Donna."

The redhead flipped her hair off her shoulder and nodded.

"Damn straight."

END

Yeah, Harvey probably could have used the information about Samantha's sexual preference waaaaay earlier but...well the whole fic stemmed from that one conversation between the guys and I was confident Harvey could win the case without knowing. And look! I was right!