Jules drives out of Manhattan and into New Jersey. Donna relaxes into the seat leaving her fate for the evening in Jules' hands. She takes in the passing scenery and quiets her mind. They drive for just under an hour as Jules turns off the main roads and pulls into a private drive. She seems to know exactly where she is going.

The driveway leads to a series of buildings and to what appears to be some kind of race track. Donna's curiosity is now peaked. She gives Jules a sideways look. Jules knows that she managed to distract Donna from her problems for a least a few seconds.

She pulls up in front of a garage where they are met by a few men. Jules is warmly greeted as one of them opens Donna's door and offers a hand. Donna takes in the surroundings as she takes the gentleman's hands.

"I was advised that you may have your choice, ." He shows them into the garage. The lights reveal rows of race cars. Donna's eyes light up but she is still not sure exactly what is on the agenda.

Jules' walks through the cars and picks out two American muscle cars. "Very Good. We will prep them for the line." Donna gives her a truly quizzical look. Jules thanks them as she turns towards Donna.

"Come along." Jules loops her arm through Donna's and walks her into another room. The room is a changing room outfitted with fire suits and helmets. Donna gives her a smile. This is one of Jules' better known vices that she is willing to share with her.

"I had considered taking you to the range… but I think you will find this to be rather therapeutic my love." Jules gives her a wink as she begins to strip out of her clothes and into the fire suit.

Jules leads her out to the cars. Before them lies a full racetrack. "A private track?" Donna is actually impressed. "It's good to have friends with money my darling." The lights turn on and illuminate the raceway. "Well, pick your poison Juliet."

Donna runs her hand down the hood of the red Camaro with visions of a Whitesnake dancing in her head. "You always were a bitchin Camaro kind of girl but don't even think about hopping on that hood. Whitesnake was a Mercedes." Jules gives her a wink as she walks towards the Nova.

"What can I say the '80s were very good to me and how the hell do you do that?." Donna takes in her temporary chariot. Jules gives her a smirk. "It's a '69 and I had you chipped in 2005."
"Details… details... You are truly a freak Jules, you know that right?" Donna waves Jules off with a princess wave. One of the men approaches Donna to give her a rundown of the vehicle.

As she hops into the Nova, Jules responds. "It is always the right time to let your freak flag fly... besides...I'm your freak."

As they accelerate down the first straightway, Donna gets it. In a flood of clarity and adrenalin, she gets Harvey's love of fast cars. She gets Jules' love or rather addiction to drag racing. This is flipping awesome. She lets out a blissful scream as she hits the accelerator to take the first turn.

Jules can see the waves of bliss pass over Donna's expression. Mission accomplished. After hour or so of unleaded fueled therapy, the pair parks the cars. After a quick change back to their street clothes, Donna and Jules settle in for a bit of an impromptu picnic.

Donna had forgotten this particular vice of Jules'. Jules has been involved with drag racing for years. Her favorite vice is street drag racing. This vice has been around since she first met Jules. Donna had always passed it off as a southern thing. The danger is truly the addiction for Jules. She would need a 12 step program to give it up. Though, Donna had never approved of this particular vice and technically she still doesn't but man… she understands it. The rush is incredible.

A gentleman approaches Jules. She walks to the side for a private conversation. "Good Evening, Ms. Bond. Mr. Forstman hopes that you have enjoyed your evening. He will call you when he returns stateside."

"Thank you Monty. Please convey to Mr. Forstman that I greatly appreciated and enjoyed this evening. I will look forward to his return."

"It would be my pleasure. Good Night, Ms. Bond." The gentleman smiles at Jules and takes his leave.

"Good Night." Jules returns to Donna. Donna watched the interaction with curiosity though she could not hear the content of the conversation.

Jules and Donna resume their conversation. "Jules… this… this was awesome. Wow… I totally get it now." Jules knew Donna was a closet adrenalin junkie. "Well, it was this or the gun range… but come to think of it… both of choices are far less dangerous than Josh Cahill."

Donna bats Jules with a piece of baguette. The conversation remains light and off the topic of Donna's day. Jules accomplished what she set out to do from the Donna perspective. She will deal with Harvey Specter a bit later. They approaching the Cinderella hour and each of them have work in the morning.

Jules waits for Ray to pull up. She waits for Harvey Specter. Donna has already arrived for work so she will be out of ear shot. Hell for as much time as she is spending at Pearson Specter Litt… she should be charging them for an office visit.

Harvey sees Jules waiting for him He almost did not recognize her in the casual attire of jeans and a long sleeve t -shirt. He saw her in the court room yesterday. He knows that she watched him go toe to toe with the DA and from her expression, she was not a happy camper. He grabs his coffee and one for Jules.

"Guns or knives?" Harvey hands Jules one of the cups as he takes up the position next to her against the wall.

"Neither?" She gives him a side long smirk as she takes a sip. So he is going with Butch Cassidy and Sundance this morning. Fitting.

"Pick!" He knows she is worried about Donna and yesterday did not go exactly as planned.

"I don't want to shoot with you, Harvey." Harvey gives her a smile. She is better at this than Mike.

"Anything you say, Butch."

She sips the coffee going line for line with him as Mike joins them.

"Maybe there's a way to make a profit in this. Bet on Logan." Mike is curious as to who this person is. He has seen her in the office before. He knows Butch Cassidy and Sundance when he hears it. The irony of there being both a Logan and a Harvey in this exchange of movie quotes is not lost on him. He is waiting for someone to say 1,2,3 go.

"I would, but who'd bet on you"

"Sundance, when we're done and he's dead, you're welcome to stay." Harvey keeps it going.

Jules in low voice, to Mike. "Listen, I don't mean to be a sore loser, but when it's done, if I'm dead, kill him."

Mike in a low voice to Harvey. "Love to."

"No, no, not yet. Not until me and Harvey get the rules straightened out." Jules' Cajun accent drips as she utters the phrase.

"Rules? In a knife fight there are no rules!" Harvey's favorite line from the movie.

"Well, if there aint' going to be any rules, let's get the fight started. Someone count. 1,2,3 go." Jules toasts Harvey as she walks away. Harvey gives her a smile as he walks in with Mike. "So you gonna tell me who the hell that was?"

Jules has made her point and Harvey knows it. This needs to be done… clean or dirty.