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Harvey and Jessica stood up with smiles on their faces. Hailey reached over and hugged them both. "Thank you..so much," she said she began walking out. The smile on Harvey's face disappeared as McGuire began making his way towards the both of them.
"They didn't lie when they said Pearson/Hardman had the best of the best," McGuire said as he grabbed Jessica's hand and kissed it.
Harvey once again rolled his eyes. "I'll meet you outside, Jessica." Jessica eyed Harvey a little bit, then began walking out. "You seem pretty happy for someone that just lost a case and money," Harvey said to McGuire.
McGuire shook his head. "Be serious, Harvey Specter," McGuire practically spat out his name. "Now to her, that seems like a lot. But to people like you and I, what she got seems like pocket change. How much does a person like you make? $1000 an hour? Impressive."
Harvey was almost amazed at McGuire's exact estimation of his salary. Almost. "Don't you have another patient to kill, or something?" Harvey and Dr. McGuire started walking outside. Jessica approached them once they made it out.
"You ready, Harvey?" He nodded. "Oh yeah," Jessica said as a black Crown Victoria pulled up. "Looks like Dr. McGuire has a few visitors." Harvey smiled when he saw Detectives Beach and Hill come out of the vehicle and head his direction. "I'll be waiting in the car," Jessica said while smiling. Of course the car wasn't very far, so once she'd gotten in and made herself comfortable, she rolled down the window and watched.
McGuire smiled. "Now what?" he said when he noticed the two detectives. "You don't let anything go, do you, Harvey?"
Detective Beach began talking. "No he doesn't...but neither do we." McGuire gave a confused look, and Detective Beach continued speaking. "Harvey gave us a call before trial started. Our little friend Mike gave us a new piece of info. "
McGuire crossed his arms. "Oh? And what's he say?"
"Lift up your left pant leg, please," Detective Beach demanded with a serious look on his face.
McGuire felt his stomach churn. He already knew what they were looking for. He tried to keep his calm facade. "Why? That's kid's delusional."
"Do it," Detective Beach said calmly. "This could clear your name. If we don't find what we're looking for, we'll turn around and leave. You'll never see us again." McGuire slowly reached down. He grabbed his pant leg as Harvey and both detectives watched him carefully. Harvey smirked. Detective Beach shared a glance at his partner. "Wanna explain how you got this? That's a very interesting scar you've got there."
McGuire remained silent. "We're giving you a chance to tell us how you got it," Detective Hill said. For the first time in a long time, McGuire was in shock. He held his fists at his side.
"What? Nothing?" Harvey said with a smile on his face.
"Cuff him," Detective Beach told his partner. Detective Hill began to mirandize McGuire.
"I'll catch you around," he told the detective.
Harvey started walking toward Jessica's car when Beach yelled out, "Keep that little associate of yours under control!"
"Easier said than done!" Harvey replied.
Once he climbed into the car, he let out a huge breath. He turned to Jessica. "Thanks for this, by the way. You did good."
"Coming from you, I take that as a huge compliment." Jessica leaned her head on the seat.
Harvey smiled. "Good," he took out his phone. "I'm surprised Donna hasn't sent a million texts by now. I should call her."
When Donna had first answered her phone, her heart began beating ten times faster, anxious to hear what news Harvey had. She was confident that Harvey never loses, but every time he called her after a case, she was still always wanting to hear the outcome. So when Harvey told her that he had won and McGuire had been arrested, she relaxed. When she told Mike the news, he released a breath he didn't even know he was holding. When Harvey came home a few minutes after, with food on his mind, Donna was quick to supply his dinner.
When Harvey ate the chicken and rice Donna had cooked, it felt like he had died and gone to Heaven. Then, he looked at Donna and said, "Thank you, Donna." She smiled. Harvey always thanked Jessica. He'd always thanked Jared. He even thanked Mike once. But for some reason, every time Harvey thanked Donna, a part of her felt happy. She knew how hard it was for him to thank anyone "beneath him", but he always found it possible to thank her.
And they say Harvey's a heartless jerk.
When Mike was forced to take his medicine, he quickly became drowsy, and Harvey made him sleep on the couch. Mike mumbled something incoherent and fell asleep.
Harvey poured a glass of wine for himself and Donna. "How long do I have to watch the puppy?"
"A week and a half," Donna smiled. "You could use the company."
"If I wanted company, I'd just call you," Harvey said sarcastically. He sighed. "I'm glad all this is over. I hope I never have to handle a case like that again."
"Don't worry. Next time, we'll have Jessica pass on a case like that to Louis and whatever pathetic associate is following him around."
"Yeah and faithful Norma by his side, right?" Harvey scoffed. Norma was absolutely the worst assistant anyone could ask for. Of course, her hate for Louis wasn't exactly a big motivating factor either. Harvey knew he wasn't that bad of a person compared to Louis, but he always wondered: Why has Donna been this faithful this long? The fact that she was always on top, always willing to do things for him, told Harvey that he must not have been that bad of a guy.
Donna and Harvey walked into his apartment. They had just come back from another stressful visit at the hospital. Donna had noticed how tense Harvey had gotten around his Aunt Teresa, Jared's mom. Harvey plopped himself on the couch. Donna couldn't fathom the idea of an aunt absolutely hating her nephew.
"You're exhausted. Let's get you to bed," she said to Harvey as she practically pulled him off the couch. They entered his bedroom and she quickly pulled out a white t shirt and pajama pants from his dresser.
"Thanks," he said when she handed them to him. He didn't bother excusing himself to the bathroom as she took a seat on her bed and he unbuttoned his shirt and took of his pants. "She didn't always hate me, you know. When Jared and I were younger, she'd always have me come over. Jared was..um..is my best friend."
Donna grew wide-eyed. Her curiosity had been peaked. "Then what happened?"
Harvey let out a humorless laugh and shrugged. "Beats me. I thought it had to do with me crashing her car when I was sixteen. But then again, it could have something to do with Jared starting drugs in the first place."
Donna couldn't believe what Harvey had just said. Was he blaming himself for Jared's drug use? "You don't really think she'd.."
He cut her off. "Yes. She's always blamed me for everything that has ever happened to him. Even when we were kids, but even then, she never hated me. I never thought it'd get this bad. At least this time I can forgive her. Jared getting shot is my fault. I take responsibility for it." Harvey started making his way to his bed.
"You're really the most stubborn man I know. When are you gonna get that none of this is your fault?"
"You weren't there Donna. The gunshot was so loud. The smell of his blood was just so strong. I couldn't stand it."
Donna rubbed his back. "You need some rest. You're stressed out." She started to get up and make her way out the door.
"Where are you going?" Harvey asked.
Donna was confused. "Home."
"If you think I'm gonna let you get in a cab, in New York, past MIDNIGHT, then you must be crazy. Stay here."
Donna shook her head. "No, really, I don't wanna stay and bother you." She had to admit, she was flattered that Harvey was concerned about her safety.
"You won't bother me...You'd be helping me."
She nodded. "Okay."
Hope y'all liked it. Teresa's not nice, huh?
Tell me what you think? (Was McGuire getting arrested done a little too fast and easy?) I thought I should give Mike a break...for now XD
