They arrived at the courthouse by noon. Dailey had passed through security, weapons and all, by showing her licenses and identification. The three entered the courtroom early, well in advance of their 1 pm starting time.

Dailey stood at the bar, separating the gallery from the trial area, talking to the two attorneys. All the while, she surveyed the individuals coming and going. She had to admit, Mike looked handsome in the lighter grey suit and made that comment.

He preened under the compliment, "It's certainly not something I would choose for myself. But, I have to admit, I do look good. Better than I feel," he added.

Harvey answered, "Looking good is half the battle. Of course, it would be better if you performed half as well as you looked."

"Ha…ha," was the only response Mike could think of.

Dailey left the two attorneys discussing last minute strategy and took a seat on the second row, giving her a view of almost the entire courtroom. The bailiff entered the area and, just like that, ordered the room to rise. The trial was underway.

Dailey heard the door open and close one last time but couldn't turn around to see who entered before the judge took her place on the dais. Judge Canyon gaveled the court to order and, that quickly, all focus was on the proceedings.

"And, Mr. Ross," the judge spoke, "how are you?"

Mike stood, "I'm fine, Your Honor. A little worse for wear but I'll live."

"Good to hear," she said.

"Your Honor," Mike said again, "I wanted to take the opportunity to thank you again for your understanding and leniency. I know it was something you didn't have to do and I certainly appreciate it."

The judge nodded as the younger man continued, "I'd also like to thank opposing counsel for his cooperation. Mr. Specter and I both know he didn't have to agree, either."

Opposing counsel, Mark Terry, nodded his acknowledgment.

Judge Canyon responded dryly, "Is there anyone else you need to thank, Mr. Ross?"

"No, ma'am."

"Then, shall we begin?"

Mike looked sheepish and responded, "Yes, ma'am," as he slid back into his seat. And the pre-trial motions and proceedings began.

Dailey was caught up in the interworking of the trial but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was missing something. She knew it had to be because of that last, unknown person who had slipped into the courtroom. Whomever it was had situated themselves in such a way that Dailey couldn't get a good view. The unknown subject was behind her and it would mean she would have to be obvious to turn around to get a proper look.

She focused back on the trial and, Harvey, specifically, admiring his mastery. His voice and actions were commanding and Mike assisted him like a skilled nurse in the operating room, anticipating every move, having every form and file ready to pass as Harvey spoke. And, this was why she was compromised. Instead of concentrating on the possible threat, she was instead ogling her client like a sixteen year old girl with a crush on the high school quarterback.

Dailey closed her eyes, shutting out everything around her and focusing on what she knew. She returned to her training, letting her senses guide her. That last person who entered the chambers had done it deliberately, timing it in such a way that no one could look. The others would already be focused on the trial about to begin.

And where would Harvey's stalker want his last act of revenge to take place? The former Secret Service Agent thought about the profile and what wasn't in writing. The person after the former Assistant District Attorney would equate his losses with the courtroom. It would have been the place the assailant would have suffered his greatest defeat – having his freedom and his family stripped from him. But, for Harvey Specter, it would be the place where he has his greatest success – his reputation, his financial strength all coming from this arena.

To the casual observer, Dailey was simply shifting in her seat. To the more careful observer, they would have seen her cross her leg, slide up the pant leg slightly and remove the small weapon from her ankle holster. She then slid the gun into her suit coat hiding it from view.

And like that, the trial was recessed for the day. Dailey stood and quickly walked past the bannister and to the end of the table where Harvey and Mike were packing up their files and papers. Howard never turned around to acknowledge the individual who she knew was still lurking in the corner of the room. Her priority was to remove her client.

"Can you exit through the judge's chambers?" She asked quietly.

Mike looked stunned but Harvey never flinched. And, for the first time since Dailey became his bodyguard, he didn't argue. He simply responded just as quietly, "If you think it's necessary."

"Do it now," Dailey commanded.

But before Harvey could leave the table and make his escape, Dailey heard the sound of a round being chambered. She wheeled, weapon pointed in the general direction she knew her assailant had been standing. The man she could now finally make out was dressed as a Marine MP. It would have made his armed entry into the Federal Building easy, requiring nothing more than showing his military I.D. But, this realization came too late. The man discharged his weapon and she felt the pinch and burn as the bullet entered the fleshy part of her right thigh. She squeezed off her own round only to hear the adversary fire a second shot. The numbness in her shooting arm was immediate and she dropped to the ground, her weapon hitting the floor and skittering away.

As the gunman began firing, those who hadn't made it out of the courtroom yet took whatever cover they could find. With the room quiet, the shooter began issuing orders, instructing the opposing counsel, Mark Terry, and his client to move chairs in front of the door and sit down in them. This would effectively secure any entrance from outside and keep the only other men in the room at bay.

The Marine walked to the table where Mike and Harvey still stood. Dailey was on the floor in front of the same table in a bleeding heap. With the tip of his foot, he slid back her pants leg to reveal the empty ankle holster. The stalker then put his foot on the wound in the bodyguard's leg and put pressure causing Dailey to cry out in pain. He put his gun to her head and grated out, "Where's your backup?"

He let off the pressure for her to answer and got instead, "Go to hell."

He stepped on her again, grinding down harder this time and Dailey kicked back into the table from the pain.

"Stop! Stop! It's in her bag! Just stop hurting her," Mike Ross called out.

"Mike," Dailey said, disappointment coloring her comment.

"Prove it," the gunman said, now pointing the weapon at Mike Ross. He reached across to the end of the table grabbing Dailey's bag and poured it open. The holstered weapon hit the table with a thud.

Smiling, the man said, "Very nice, Mr. Ross. Bring it over here and put it on the ground next to Miss Howard." He waved the gun to accentuate his orders.

Mike followed the instructions verbatim, squatting down next to Dailey and sliding over the backup piece.

"Now go back over by Mr. Specter."

"No, I'm staying here with Dailey," Mike argued.

Under her breath, she cautioned him but the stalker said, "Whatever you think. I know you're in no condition to put up much of a fight. Are you, Mr. Ross?"

Mike glared but didn't answer. He sat behind Dailey putting a hand against her back to support her. The two injured players shared a glance. And, Howard thought to herself, she was glad she had trusted the younger man enough to tell him about her third gun.

Up to this point, Harvey Specter had been eerily quiet and far removed from the action. Suddenly, he was now the center of attention. His adversary pointed the gun at him. "It's been a long time, Mr. Specter."

"Apparently not long enough," Harvey intoned dryly.

"So you remember me?"

Harvey's laugh was humorless, "Why would you stand out over any of the hundreds of other scum I locked away?"

"Because," the man's voice rose, "you ruined my life! You took away everything from me!"

"I didn't make you commit your crime," Harvey corrected.

And the man screamed and approached Specter, thrusting the weapon out in front of him, "I didn't do what they said! I wasn't responsible! It was the stress! Like my attorney tried to tell you. It was the PTSD!"

And now Dailey and Harvey knew for certain with whom they were dealing. Up to this point, it still could have been any of their three suspects. Here was hoping that the client and the bodyguard were on the same page.

"If that had truly been the case, Benjamin, the jury would have believed it, too." Harvey paused for emphasis, "They didn't."

"You didn't give them a chance to believe it. You made me out a monster and you made sure it was insignificant to the case."

"I told them the truth. That you were a bully before you went into the service. You were a bully while in the service. And, you were a bully when you came out of the service. That's why you put your son into a coma and your wife in traction for three months!"

Mike had been trying to get to Dailey's other weapon but the problem was simple. When she had slid down, her long suit coat had rolled underneath her. Without making another big gesture that would give away their plan, Dailey knew Mike needed a diversion. And, the only thing she could think of was going to be painful – to her. Oh, well, after all, she was the bodyguard and she had let this situation happen.

Howard gave Mike a look so he would know she was about to give him the opening he needed. "What, exactly, do you want from Harvey?"

Benjamin looked down at Dailey, "I want them back. I want to know where they are. And, I want him to suffer. I want him to feel like I felt. I want him to lose everything that means anything to him."

"You didn't deserve them, Benjamin. You nearly killed them both," Dailey antagonized.

He stepped forward putting pressure on Dailey's open wound in her leg. And, this time, she felt him increase the pressure significantly. She leaned far forward, doubling over, grabbing the gunman's foot to try and get him to ease up. Mike ran his arm under the side of her jacket and loosened it up enough to get to her weapon.

"Besides," Harvey jumped in, pulling the stalker's attention off of Dailey, "I have no idea where they are."

The Marine shouted, "You're lying! You're lying to protect her! To protect yourself!" And this time, he stomped down hard on Dailey's leg.

The scream that was wrenched from Howard was real and heart-stopping. The pain was so severe Dailey nearly passed out. She threw herself against Mike in a mindless effort to get away from the torment. This was the last little bit of help Mike needed. He felt the gun slip from the holster and into his hand. Now, all he had to do was get it in Dailey's hands.

"Fine," Harvey stepped forward, once again trying to get Dailey out of harm's way, "I'll tell you. Just leave her alone." And he fought against every instinct that told him to look down and check on her. Harvey knew that if he showed Benjamin there was any real concern, the lunatic wouldn't hesitate to use Dailey against him. This man wanted Harvey to lose important people to his life, like he had. The young man and female bodyguard at the foot of the table would be a good start.

"Let me explain something to you, Harvey," Benjamin said. "Every time I step on her leg, I cut off the blood flow. When I let up, her heart pumps even faster to get the circulation restored to the deficient areas. Only problem is, the blood's not flowing to her whole leg. Longer she goes without medical attention, the greater the risk that she'll loose that leg," he paused again. "Eventually, she'll just pass out. So you should make sure the next words out of your mouth are the absolute truth."

"They moved away, Benjamin. Your son needed extra help and they could get it in Arizona." Harvey spoke the words as if the gospel truth.

"Where in Arizona?"

"I'm not certain," Harvey hesitated.

Dailey knew she needed one more broad move to get the weapon transferred to her. And, once again, she knew how to do it. She elbowed Mike.

"You might as well tell him, Harvey," she interrupted again.

"Shut up, Dailey," Harvey growled.

"Tell me what?" Benjamin jerked the gun from Harvey to Mike and Dailey, "Tell me what!"

"Tell him what happened," Dailey hissed.

"You guys think I'm not serious?" And, once again, the stalker applied intense pressure to Dailey's profusely bleeding leg.

She jerked backward, putting her left arm behind her, and felt Mike drop the gun into her hand. Benjamin let up and Dailey, once again, leaned into Mike, now sweating and breathing heavily.

"You've got to tell him," Dailey panted.

And the gun was now leveled back at Harvey Specter. Harvey looked down at first, Mike, and, then Dailey. He saw her quick nod and he knew this was their last play. One way or another, Dailey Howard, his bodyguard, was going to make a move to get out of this situation – regardless the outcome to her. He didn't like it but he knew it was her job. It was up to him, the great Harvey Specter, to get her an opening.

Specter gritted his teeth, grinding them silently and then said, "They're dead, Benjamin. Your wife and son died in a car wreck; killed by a drunk driver."

And the yell of anguish from the gunman ripped the courtroom. Benjamin turned around, his back to Harvey, soaking in the news. And then, he wheeled around, his gun aimed straight at Harvey's chest. He shouted a curse at the attorney but before the gunman could fire, Dailey's gun was up and two quick shots rang out. Ross and Specter watched as Benjamin took a bullet to the knee and one into his gun hand, rendering him helpless.

Mark Terry and his client had been talking quietly during the exchange with Harvey. Knowing that if they got any type of opening, they would need a plan of action. When they saw the bodyguard aim the gun, they knew it was coming. As soon as the shots echoed, the men had gone to either side of their respective chairs, dragging the seats down with them, allowing the doors to come open.

The room was suddenly filled with armed, uniformed men, fanning out to handle the situation. Dailey was still holding her weapon and immediately found herself the target of several special tactical agents. Harvey stepped between the guns and Dailey and said quickly, "She's with me. She's my bodyguard."

And the police nodded and went to secure the actual gunman. Other officers checked on those still left in the courtroom during the ordeal. Paramedics were waved in as well and went to work on the injured stalker. Another of the EMTs waited to work on Howard.

Harvey knelt by Dailey, noting how pale she was. Mike gave Harvey a concerned look. He, too, knew she was now in serious trouble. Her breathing had become more ragged, her shirt and jacket were soaked with blood and sweat. And, yet, both men heard her chuckle.

"What's funny?" Mike asked.

"And you said you're no Whitney Houston," she gave Harvey a lop-sided smile.

Harvey shook his head and took her hand, "Shut up, Dailey."

She nodded, "If you think you're safe, I'd like to pass out now."

Harvey smiled, "I think I'm safe. Besides, Jeremy's right over there. So, yeah, go ahead."

"Thanks," and she did.