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Louis made good on his promise. Mike was pushing briefs for Louis all day Friday. Mike had gotten a little of his own back. In return of doing the briefs, Mike had asked to dictate as he read, therefore helping Louis in his own way, and consequently making the senior partner now owe him one once again.

Mike decided to go down into the file room, one of his usual haunts because it was quiet, no one liked or willingly came down here but Mike, therefore it provided him all the comfort he needed. He was reading, talking and highlighting at the same time, giving Louis some pointers and throwing in some sneers and jokes for the hell of it. It made the time go quicker, he told himself. As he was beginning to tell Louis a good quip stemming from Mike seeing the word "apple" the door suddenly shot open and Kyle came sauntering in behind a familiar looking woman. Mike's head shot up and eyes widened in recognition.

"Ms. Montgomery!" Mike exclaimed placing the Dictaphone in his pocket so that it didn't fall on the floor. Kyle didn't say anything to Mike; he only sneered smugly at Mike before leaving. Amelia stood looking at Mike, rage evident in her eyes.

"Did you think you were being slick, kid?" She said, glaring at him. Mike stood there confused for a moment. Amelia slammed her hand on the table, trying to intimidate him. Mike simply looked at the mark she left on the papers where her hand connected. Mike looked back at her.

"What are you talking about Ms. Montgomery?" Mike asked, collecting himself. He wanted to conduct this like Harvey, not letting his poker face fall.

"You sent an investigator to follow me! Don't deny it." She warned. "You wanted to see if I slipped up and let something slide by so you could jump on it and use it to take my son away from me. It won't work. You'll never find anything." Amelia was smug. Mike looked at her, deciding that this might be his chance. He could get her to spill and maybe it would lead them somewhere. "You're right, I did. I was so desperate for something. I asked a friend to help." Mike admitted. It was the truth; he went to Vanessa after he went to the police station. "I guess you caught me. Maybe I was wrong about you." Mike said turning away from her. She barked a laugh.

"It's not your fault. Harvey even underestimated me. I mean, how could he think that the baby was an accident?" She scoffed. Mike narrowed his eyes victoriously before turning around again to her.

"What do you mean?" Mike asked curiously. Amelia looked him over, a grin plastered onto her face. She was wondering if she should say anything. Mike had hoped she was.

"Why not? You can't prove it, and proof is something that is needed in court, lawyer boy." Amelia mocked. She settled her hip against the table, leaning against it. "I played your client for a fool." She gloated. Mike was silent; afraid that, if he said anything, he would cause her to stop confessing. "I intended to get pregnant from the beginning; I poked holes in the condom we used so I could get pregnant," she confessed. She then shrugged, "Daddy cut me off, and I needed the money. I waited until the funds began to dry out and asked a friend to help me pull off the kidnapping. I wanted Harvey to find out about the baby. He wouldn't believe me if I told him, but having him investigate himself was so much better. It kept the kid out of my hair. It was going to work like a charm; I would be distraught at the kidnapping and Harvey would want the kid out of his hair. So I'd get the baby and a big fat check every month to use. Harvey wouldn't have to do anything else." She said lightly, as if she had already gotten away with it. "But," she interrupted her happiness with a frown. "I didn't expect him to actually be attached to that little monster. But it's no big deal. I'm his mother; they're more inclined to give him to me; even if I have to settle for joint custody, I still get my check either way." Amelia said haughtily. Mike was nauseous. He couldn't stomach that a woman was talking about her child in this manner, as if he was a piece of garbage to throw away. Mike's face twisted with disgust.

"Oh what's the matter, pretty boy? Can't stomach the truth. Too bad. Your client is going to lose, there's nothing you can use against me. This conversation is hearsay. Your word against mine. He-said-she-said." Amelia pressed, gleefully seeing that she was getting to him. Mike turned away and shook his head. Amelia practically purred at his reaction. "I think we're done here. See you tomorrow. McClanahan thinks we can settle this. I'd love to see you try to settle." She sneered at Mike walking out of the room. Mike shakily sat back in the chair, unable to move or set his sights on doing anything, letting Amelia's words swirl in his brain.

Mike was still for a moment longer, then collected the finished work and went back to his cubicle.

Louis was sitting in his office later that day. He was perusing some of the work Mike had done earlier that day. He had his Dictaphone next to him and was listening to some of the suggestions Mike was making. Despite the fact that the blonde was a giant thorn in his side, he was a damned good lawyer. His detail-oriented nature made him more prone to finding the little things that helped. His jokes could use some work, but not everyone was perfect.

Louis was flipping the pages absentmindedly, listening as Mike was quoting some case that connected with the one he was looking at when all of a sudden the voices began to change. He was listening to Mike argue with, after listening closely and rewinding a few times, Aiden's mother. Louis listened as the woman explained her plan in detail to Mike. Her haughty, arrogant tone, her dismissive comments about the baby. He could hear Mike's own suppressed anger when the Dictaphone picked up the associate's voice. There was another sound Louis could hear but it was indecipherable, Louis simply thought the sound was coming from the device being in Mike's pocket or under a file. It disgusted Louis as he heard the child's mother describe her plan. He wished pain on Harvey most of the time, but never would he use an innocent child to do so. It was wrong.

Louis paused the Dictaphone as it fell into silence, the conversation over. He was conflicted. Should he give the recording to Harvey? Or keep silent. It was none of Louis' business, and knowing Harvey as he did, Louis wouldn't get a word out. However, he should tell Harvey since it directly affected the child's case. This was the "smoking gun" as Harvey called it. This was the break they were waiting for. On the other hand, the recording could not be admitted in court as evidence. It was useless in its current form. If they could find the subsequent proof…

Louis shook his head. He didn't want to help Harvey. After everything that happened, he didn't want to help Harvey with anything. But then Louis thought, didn't he owe Harvey a favor? Something happened during the last few months, also involving his Dictaphone. Could Louis use this as a favor? He hated owing Harvey anything, especially a favor. He wanted to clear the air. He wanted nothing more than to have a clean slate with Harvey. If this is what it took…

Louis stood and made his way to the door, deciding to try his luck. If Harvey listened to him, Louis wouldn't owe him one anymore. That would be nice.

And, deep down in Louis' heart. He had a soft spot for the Specter child. Not that he'd ever admit that aloud.

The glass walls revealed that Harvey was sitting in his chair. He was reading over some of the briefs for a merger that he needed to close later that month. His jacket, having been discarded some time ago, was currently hanging across a chair. His top button was undone but his tie was still perfectly around his throat and the vest was buttoned smoothly against the plane of his stomach. He sighed as the words began to swirl tiredly as he saw someone coming into his office. Harvey all but groaned as he watched Louis closing the door quickly coming to stand in front of the desk gripping something in his hands.

"Donna didn't stop you?" Harvey asked curiously, lifting an eyebrow.

"She's left her post for the moment. I decided to make a move before she got back. It's important." Louis said. Harvey rolled his eyes.

"I doubt that Louis." Harvey said pulling another file toward him. Louis simply pulled out his Dictaphone and left it on Harvey's desk.

"After this, I don't owe you anymore." Louis said simply walking out. Harvey stared after him then let his eyes flitter over to the black and red recorder on his desk. His mind wondered what Louis was up to. Louis was never one to do something for Harvey without wanting anything in return. The last thing Louis had said worried him. He didn't say that Harvey would owe him, as was customary to their natures. He had simply said that Louis wouldn't owe him anymore. Curiosity getting the better of him, he lifted the device up, pressed the playback button and began to listen.

After the final sentence had been uttered, Harvey was shaking with rage. He felt foolish, he felt embarrassed. He listened again, against his wishes but determined to find something.

After the second listen; he felt confident, he felt smug. He caught her. He got her. All he needed was the proof.

"Donna." Harvey called. Donna shot out of her desk and strode into the room.

"You need something?" She asked as she opened the door. Harvey leaned back in his chair.

"I need Mike. Now."

Mike had came into Harvey's office after promptly avoiding him all day. Harvey was seated at his desk looking at some papers. Mike made his way to the desk and stood there. He was apprehensive, his hands shook, whether from the caffeine in his system or fear was unknown. Harvey looked up at him.

"Donna said you needed to see me?" Mike said stifling a yawn.

"We got her." Harvey said smirking. Mike opened his eyes, suddenly not tired anymore.

"What? What'd you find?" Mike asked coming to stand behind Harvey.

"I didn't. You did." Harvey handed him the Dictaphone. Mike looked at it curiously.

"What?" Mike cocked his eyebrow looking at the thin piece of plastic.

"You recorded your conversation with Amelia Montgomery." Harvey explained, unsure why Mike was acting modest.

"I did?" Mike asked disbelieving.

"Yes. You did. Now we can…" Harvey began before Mike shook his head.

"We can't use it." Mike said. "It's a recording; it's not admissible in court, Harvey. I've been looking for anything. There's nothing." Mike said dejectedly. Harvey's eyes sparkled.

"Hey, leave that to me." Harvey assured him. Mike looked at the other man. Harvey was so confident, so sure. It made chills run down Mike's arms. Mike shook his head looking away from the brunette. "Do you trust me?" Harvey asked him. Mike nodded assuredly. Harvey smiled. "Then we move to settle. I've gathered everything we need. All you have to do is follow me and do what I taught you. Okay?" Harvey asked him. Mike nodded again; it was all he could do since he didn't trust his voice to talk for him. Harvey's smiled widened. It was silent between them. It was a comfortable silence between them though. It was not awkward, not awkward at all. Neither wished to speak, afraid to break the placidity in the room. Mike looked around the office, listening to the sounds of Jazz that filled the room. He tried not to think about anything but failed miserably. Mike sighed and looked at Harvey.

"We need to talk." Mike said decisively. Harvey simply gave him a look that showed he agreed with the sentiment.

Okay, so the next two chapters is going to be posted together. The one that follows this one will be marked as 10 1/2 because it is the chapter that deals openly with the slash content of this story; this is an optional chapter because there are those that have expressed they don't want this to end in slash. So to respect all my readers the next chapter can be skipped. Chapter eleven will be posted in tandem so these reviewers can continue with the plot of the story. As always I look forward to reviews from everyone.

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