I am sorry this has taken me so long. I had writers block and then life has been completely mad. Thank you for sticking with me. For the reviews, you are too kind and keep me going. For the followers and favourites, you make my heart sing!

Perhaps someday I shall buy USA and then I will tecchnically own them. Till then. Sorry, not mine.

The car was indeed waiting outside, a white Tesla sport.

"Wow, Harvey," Katie gave it an impressive whistle.

Harvey leant against the door, "Well, you are on a date with Harvey Spector."

Man he was cocky sometimes, Katie thought. She continued her inspection.

"0-60 in 3.7 seconds." Harvey raised an eyebrow. "I grew up with about a hundred older brothers, remember. I know my cars."

"Well I'm glad you fully appreciate how fabulous this date is already."

"Please tell me I am not wearing these heels to drive around in a sports car all evening. I mean, it looks good but it isn't enough to win the competition by itself."

Harvey opened the door for her taking her hand with a chivalrous flourish as she slid into the passenger seat, "Are you sure? I mean this is the Tesla Roadster."

"I'm sure, I mean, come on Harvey, it's an automatic!" This made him laugh out loud as he closed the door behind her, moving to take the drivers seat.

He had deliberately selected the restaurant for its romantic atmosphere. The matradee knew him well and it had been little trouble to ensure they had a prime table and the top rate service that had anyone who was anyone flocking there.

"Was that..?" Katie whispered excitedly to him as they were led to their tables.

"Yea, but I wouldn't get too excited, halatosis."

"You mean you know him?"

"Sure," Harvey smiled his cocky smile and Katie rolled her eyes.

"Name dropping is tres uncool, Harvey."

"I didn't drop anything."

They grinned at each other and settled into the easy rhythm of conversation that had always come so naturally to them when they were together.

"I was meaning to ask you, what was that last track on the CD you sent me. Neither Ray or I can place it."

"I've bested the great Harvey Spector?"

"I didn't say I was bested."

"Oh well then you know the track."

"I didn't say that either."

"Do you or don't you, Lawyer Boy?"

He grinned, "Are you going to tell me or not?"

"You would need to say it."

"What, that you have bested me? Not going to happen, Munroe."

"Fair enough." Katie lowered her head, twisting her fork in the lush plate of pasta in front of her. She started humming the tune.

Harvey laughed, "Alright, just tell me!"

It was Katie's turn to laugh. "Now that is interesting. Harvey Spector hates not knowing more than admitting he has been beaten!" Before Harvey could object she stunned him to silence. "Me, it's me playing."

"What? Really" another surprise from this girl, but smooth Harvey doesn't show surprise. "You must be better than you look."

"I must be," was all she answered, colouring prettily.

"No really, I am impressed and I will admit I couldn't figure how I didn't know the track."

"It was just a bit of fun. While I was recording my audition tape for Juilliard, we were just messing around, getting the levels right and all that technical crap. It was never meant for anything other than blowing off steam, but when I made you that tape, it was there and it amused me to put it on..." She tailed off, embarrassed.

Harvey reached across and took her hand, "Wow, I am impressed."

She blushed more deeply. "I told you I like Jazz, I speak the language. It just makes sense to me."

For a moment neither spoke.

"So your tape is in."

"Yes. Finally finished it last week. Even Chopin. They are so exacting, I might not even get a live audition. Competition is fierce." Her face grew grave.

"When will you hear?"

"Probably not for a few months, but at least I have finals etc to keep me busy in the mean time." She pulled a face making Harvey laugh.

"If it isn't a stupid question, why is Juilliard so important?"

She looked into the middle distance for a moment. "I suppose it's hard to say. It's kind of a test, you know? Have I actually got what it takes." She laughed slightly, "You know, the best of the best."

"Ah, now Top Gun references I get."

"My grandmother taught me to play. She taught all my brother's too. My mum insisted. Only myself and my oldest brother, Adam, showed any real promise. He much preferred football so while a very competent pianist, it remained a hobby for him."

"For me, well, I guess I caught the disease. It's in my blood; Like it was in my grandmother's. My great grandmother was a concert pianist in Austria. Her star was just on the rise when the war started. She managed to escape Eurpoe just before the boarders all closed. She and my grandfather managed it because they were travelling with the orchestra."

"He was a musician too?" Harvey asked, fully engaged in her story.

A small laugh, "Of sorts. He tuned her piano. All very romantic and a bit scandalous. Her family were not impressed, something of minor aristocracy back then, I gather and he was the son of a peasant farmer. They jumped the train in France and made there way to England and from there to my great grandfather's relations here, in Kansas."

"And they never went back?"

"Never. They were poor as church mice but happy. Blissfully so. Ten children and two long lives later. But she never returned to the stage. She finished her life teaching piano and playing in church, while my great grandfather worked the farm."

"So you have something to prove?"

"Partly. But it is more than that. My grandmother was so talented. She taught me everything, but she never go the chance to try this. She married my grandfather at seventeen and never considered leaving Kansas. She says she has never regretted it, never, but occasionally she does wonder if she could have made it. It maybe sounds weird but I almost feel I owe her, and my great-grandmother, you know, that maybe I can? That the thing that has made us want to play to strive at this, that maybe I can do it for them? Sorry, I probably sound like a lunatic."

Harvey looked at her for a moment. Then he reached across the table and kissed her. It was one of the gentlest most tender kisses he had ever given and it scared him.

Dinner and an Opera, he had it all planned out. The Opera was not his favourite way to spend an evening but, as he had guessed, an Opera with Katie was much more enjoyable than his previous experiences had been.

She was beautiful. Her sheer delight at being in the Met was worth all the boring arias Mozart could throw his direction. She sat enrapt throughout the first act and he found himself watching her face instead of the stage.

At one point she looked up, feeling his eyes on her. She was a little taken aback to find herself being so closely observed, but then she smiled back and leant closer to him. Yeah, the Opera was definitely not all bad.

It was only at the interval that he realised his mistake in choice of entertainment.

The show was a special charity gala and as such the elite were out in force. Katie, who would never have afforded tickets for such a grand event was as delighted with the show front of house as with the beautiful show onstage. All the socialites vying for attention, dripping with jewels. She couldn't wait to tell the girls everything. She and Harvey drew a few jealous looks, the handsome lawyer had a bit of a following at these events and the stunning young woman on his arm was not entirely welcome.

Harvey however, realised that this was about to clash his work and personal lives. Something he normally tried to avoid at all costs. Normally when he had to go to these events it didn't phase him at all. He either went with his most recent conquest or Donna. Neither caused him a problem; the conquests because networking was his real purpose; Donna because she knew the clients as well as he did and they always had a private joke for the evening that kept him going.

Tonight however, he wanted Katie to have a good time and he did not want to get drawn into boring small talk. As he gently steered her across to the bar he nodded and smiled, shaking a hand here and slapping a shoulder there, not stopping.

He was enjoying listening to Katie who was filling him in a little on the background of the lead soprano, it was actually quite interesting, plus the way her eyes were shining made it hard not to be engaged by what she said. She did not seem to mind their slow progress to the bar.

He saw Jessica first, recognising her by her beautiful dark hair, he would know the back of that head anywhere. That was ok, Jessica he could deal with, she hadn't seen them yet as she had her back to him, probably waiting on her date returning with drinks. Then he realised who she was with. He was going to kill Donna. He could almost hear her laughter as Louis swung into view carrying two glasses, he could be going nowhere but to Jessica's side. She was bound to have known they would be here!

There was no avoiding them as at that second Jessica turned and caught sight of them. The only indication of surprise was the slight raising of one of her eyebrows as she took in the sight of her closer and the beautiful girl on his arm.

"Harvey! I didn't expect to see you here? 'An expensive and slow form of torture' I believe you told me last time."

"Thanks" Harvey glowered at her as Katie turned to face him amused. "Katie, this is Jessica Pearson, my boss. Jessica, this is Katherine Munroe."

"Katie, please, Hi Jessica, it is lovely to put a face to the name, Harvey speaks so highly of you." Katie extended her hand.

"He does, does he?" Jessica raised her eyebrow again, enjoying the distinct discomfort she could detect in Harvey's normally unruffled persona.

At this moment Louis arrived with the two glasses. "Harvey!" his tone was surprised and none too friendly.

"Louis," Harvey nodded curtly. "Jessica, I didn't realise you were doing charity work tonight."

"Oh, Donna recommended this performance to me."

"I'll bet she did." He wouldn't fire her, murder would be much more satisfying.

"Louis and I are celebrating," Jessica took one of the glasses from the slightly sweaty man, smiling her most patient and benevolent smile, the one Harvey found infuriating.

"Louis finally decide to quit law and become a ballerina?"

Louis bristled indignantly, floundering around for something smart to retort, as usual he failed. Harvey's grin deepened in the face of Jessica's smirk as she struggled not to laugh.

Katie looked between the two men; Harvey had talked about Louis, she was pleased to see that he actually lived up to the amusing caricature that Harvey had painted. However she hated seeing anyone so wrong footed.

"Louis? Hi, I'm Katie Munroe. Harvey has told me all about you. He says you are the man when it comes to financial crime."

Harvey raised his eyebrows and Jessica gave him an amused smile, this girl could wrong foot him, Jessica approved of that. "I am fairly sure that isn't all I said," he mumbled so only Katie and Jessica could hear. Katie elbowed him in the side, "Yes, I suppose he is." He added louder grudgingly.

He had to admit though, the effect on Louis of this was almost as amusing as when Harvey made 'wife' jokes. He looked insulted a moment but as his brain processed what she had said he actually physically puffed up before their eyes. Upon discovering Katie was a student of music, Louis was a man in love. Harvey watched impressed as Katie carried out an animated conversation about the performance so far without punching louis in the face as he so often dearly wished to do. She actually seemed interested in his pretentious pontifications. However he wanted his date back!

Before he could interrupt Jessica took the opportunity to draw him aside. "Louis did a fantastic job with the Henderson tax returns. Saved him a small fortune while securing billables for the firm for next three years."

Harvey raised his eyebrows, "If you want me to sleep with him, you need to just come out and say it."

"Harvey, he is valuable to the firm and you know it. Be nice. Like your date." it was interesting seeing her best closer in this context. Heart of stone, maybe not so completely.

The bell sounded preventing Harvey from retorting. Not that he actually knew what to say. Deny she was a date? make some smart comment about not needing to be nice when your as damn good as he was? or simply, "Yes, yes she is."

He rescued Katie from the obviously enamoured Louis. He put his hand protectively on the small of her back, almost as if by touching her he would prevent anyone else commandeering her.

"You know you shouldn't feed the strays, they have a tendency to show up at parties and creep all the normal people out."

"My grandmother always said you catch more flies with honey."

"That's great if you like flies."

It was Katie's turn to roll her eyes. "You were mean and I actually kinda liked him."

"Should I be jealous? I mean, if you want to go and sit with him..."

She elbowed him hard in the ribs again. "I like odd people"

"Well I will definitely grant that he is odd."

"Stop it. He actually knows his opera really well. I enjoyed our chat. You shouldn't tease him like that. He is one of those people you meet. Like he knows life is a big joke but no one has given him the punchline. He doesn't get it, but he knows you do and he is always trying but failing to work it out. It makes him difficult but also a little tragic, don't you think?"

Harvey looked at her closely. That was probably the most sympathetic and possibly accurate description of Louis he had ever heard. She held his gaze. "Fine," he mumbled like a naughty school boy, "I'll play nice with Louis. Now come on or we'll miss the second half." He grabbed her and kissed her passionately much to the surprised amusement of the usher who held the door as the couple finally pulled apart and returned to their seats inside.

The only other hiccup came as they were leaving. While they were waiting for the steward to bring their coats from the cloakroom, there was a sudden commotion slightly behind them. They both looked round, mildly curious as to the noise - a man was singing loudly and not in tune, murdering one of the arias that had just been so perfectly performed on stage.

It was John Harrison Mackenzie Jr. The man Harvey had last seen as he loaded him into a cab with a heel shaped hole in his forehead.

He was drunk again and was crossing the lobby behind them with a blond and brunette supporting him under each arm. He was making an noisy exit. As he passed he seemed to glance their way, clearly Harvey wasn't the only one who found his eyes drawn to Katie's beauty. He gave a drunken and appreciative leer at her before sweeping out the door and into a sleek black limo waiting at the curb.

Katie seemed to freeze. Had he recognised her? He couldn't have. He had been so drunk and she had been in a waitress uniform, but even so, the sight of him creeped her out completely. If it hadn't been for the steward at that moment arriving with their coats and the keys to the Tesla, she might have stood rooted to the spot. As it was she shook herself, the voice in her head mocking her silly thoughts and turned her attention back to the gorgeous man who was looking at her with, was that concern? No, of course not, it had only been there a second, she was mistaken. Anyway, he knew nothing about that night. Which was fine because there was, after all, nothing to know.

Harvey beside her had noted her reaction to the man, although it had been slight. His thoughts turned momentarily dark, then he remembered his office safe and smiled grimly to himself.

Ok, there you go. Pretty please review and let me know if I am on the right track.