This is it! The moment we have all been waiting for, how does Harvey and Mike close the deal? Read and find out.

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'We need to talk' turned into constructing a game plan. Mike had backed out of addressing their kiss. It was better to let it lie where it was.

As they talked, Mike was sure Harvey was hiding something from him. He was used to it, but it did leave him feeling apprehensive. Harvey could be unpredictable during cases. Scarily unpredictable, Mike thought as he recalled the case with Keith, and Harvey gambling the company in a poker game. Mike has learned to trust Harvey throughout the last few months, but when he's trying to win…Harvey could be very scary indeed.

Mike sat at his desk re-reading some of their notes the next morning. They had time before the meeting with Amelia and McClanahan. Mike wanted to make sure all lose ends were tied. He didn't want to think of the consequences. The consequences if they lost. They wouldn't lose, they couldn't; Harvey never lost and since Mike was a reflection of Harvey, Mike never lost either. Mike was still reading when he felt something connect with his head, becoming tangled in his hair painfully.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow." Mike said trying to pry the object out of his hair gently. He looked it over. It was a bent paperclip. He looked over and saw Kyle smirking like the douche he was. Mike rolled his eyes and threw the paperclip back at him. Kyle ducked out of the way. "Very funny Kyle." Mike drawled monotonically. Kyle continued to smirk as he stood and made his way over to Mike's cubicle.

"I thought so." Kyle said leaning on the partition. Mike glanced at him before continuing to read over Harvey's notes.

"What do you want Kyle?" Mike asked. Kyle scoffed, bending over the wall and grabbing a piece of the notes on the desk. Mike moved to grab it but was too slow as Kyle began to try to read it.

"What, is this your handwriting Ross? It's impossible to read." Kyle mocked as he repeatedly pushing the paper towards and away is face. Mike grabbed the paper and smirked.

"No, it's Harvey's." Mike said and sat back down, gleefully taking in Kyle's scared expression as he tried, and failed, to nonchalantly look around him in case Harvey or worse, Donna, was around. When it seemed neither were going to surprise him Kyle resumed his mocking of Mike.

"So, you nervous?" He asked. Mike slowly shook his head.

"No, is there a reason I should be?" He asked reading.

"Yeah, you're the reason." Kyle sneered. Mike cocked an eyebrow, still looking at the paper.

"Why?" Mike asked dismissively, humoring Kyle. Kyle scoffed and came around the walls to sit on Mike's desk. Mike sighed and swiveled in the chair to look at him.

"You're going to mess it up somehow." Kyle reasoned. "You're going to crack the minute she sheds a tear and you're going to back down."

"How do you know? You have no idea what the case is about." Mike said leaning in the chair holding his hands out. Kyle leered at Mike and chuckled.

"I don't have to, because it doesn't matter. You'll crack and mess up and Harvey's going to be so disappointed in you." Kyle crossed his arms haughtily

Mike placed the paper back on the desk thoughtfully. He then turned his blue eyes to Kyle. "…See, here's the thing about that. The woman in this case, is deplorable, a horrible mother and I have no sympathy for her. But my client, I do have sympathy for him; a hardworking, loving father who would do anything for his son. So if I have to worry about anyone becoming an emotional wreck, it's him." Mike explained looking back to his papers. Kyle was silent for a moment. He then opened the drawer he was sitting on and took out the box of paperclips.

"Thanks Ross." He said as he walked back to his desk. Mike rolled his eyes and made a mental note to stop in the 99 cent store and buy more paperclips. He'd get them to pay him back soon enough. He shook his head, continuing to read without any interruptions. His phone buzzed and Mike picked it up to look at it. Harvey had texted him.

Come down to the office. Read the text. Mike sighed, this was it. He stood and took up the folders in his arms and began to walk out of the bullpen. He turned down the hall and saw Donna sitting at her desk, a guest was with her.

"Aiden!" Mike exclaimed happily. The baby turned toward the sound of his name and squealed when he saw Mike quickly walking down the corridor. Mike kneeled down onto the floor in front of the boy. Aiden reached his arms out toward Mike and tried to grab at the blonde. Mike smiled brightly and played with the outstretched arms, lifting them up and down causing the baby to gurgle. Harvey came out of the office and rolled his eyes at the scene.

"Kneeling on the floor? Get up, you're going to dirty your suit." Harvey commanded. Mike stood and brushed off the knees of his pants.

"Am I ready to go to the prom now?" Mike asked sarcastically. Harvey replied by throwing a punch to his shoulder. Mike winced and rubbed the sore spot. Donna shook her head in amusement. Mike straightened the folders in his arms and took a breath.

"You ready?" Mike asked. Harvey nodded straightening his jacket lapels. The two took off down the hallway; the sound of Aiden's gurgles and giggles a reminder of everything that was at stake.

Harvey and Mike sat across the table from Amelia and McClanahan once again. The woman was agitated but Mike could see she was trying to hold back, very poorly, her smugness at what she thought was her impending victory. Her foot tapped impatiently against her calf, as her legs were crossed. Harvey's face was expressionless, as usual. The two parents glared at each other while the two lawyers…well, one lawyer and Mike, pushed papers forward.

It was the final showdown.

McClanahan looked over the papers that Mike handed him. Amelia looked over her lawyer's shoulder.

"You're accusing her of kidnapping and sexual assault?" The other lawyer asked. Amelia scoffed.

"You're desperate Harvey." Amelia mocked. Harvey sat stone-faced and Mike coughed to clear his throat. He was holding the other set of papers. Mike's eyes flittered between the other pair of people.

"We have reason to suspect that Ms. Montgomery not only knew about the kidnapping, but that she also conspired to enact it." Mike said. Amelia's face twisted in a sneer. McClanahan laid a hand on her arm silently telling her he would deal with it.

"Do you have evidence of this, Mr. Ross?" He asked. Mike nodded and pulled out the Dictaphone. Amelia's eyes widened as he placed the black speaker on the table.

"This is a conversation between myself and your client admitting to the aforementioned crimes. You can listen to it, if you want." Mike said, feeling anxious since he knew what the counterargument was going to be. McClanahan took a moment to listen to the conversation. If he was nervous, he didn't show it.

"Did my client know that this was being recorded?" He asked. Mike allowed his eyes to look to his side at Harvey. Harvey nodded shallowly.

"Does it matter? She still said it and this tape proves it." Mike replied dismissively.

"Unfortunately Mr. Ross, this won't hold up in court. It's inadmissible. Ms. Montgomery didn't know she was being recorded and therefore the court will not allow this." McClanahan explained simply. Mike nodded out of politeness but in his head he was mentally cursing out the other man, calling him every name under the sun. Mike was stuck, but he had to trust Harvey. Harvey wouldn't lose, Harvey couldn't lose. But…Mike couldn't think of anything that could help them, nothing to turn this around. There was no smoking gun this time. Mike didn't find it, it wasn't anywhere. Mike internally sighed and allowed his eyes close. He heard a triumphant chuckle from Amelia.

"What a shame." Amelia sneered. "Wouldn't it been nice if there was a witness?" She mocked at Mike. Mike pursed his lips but didn't respond.

It was over.

Mike was readying himself to stand when he heard a chuckle from beside him. Mike turned his head to Harvey; it was the first sound the other man had made since they sat down. Harvey's face was glowing…literally, glowing in victory. Mike had seen that look many times, but for some reason, seeing it now, at this very moment, made this time the best of them all. Harvey was smirking; his lips pulled more on the left side of his face. His brown eyes were twinkling; like dark amber jewels on a bracelet. His posture told the whole story. He was leaning back in the chair his legs crossed, as if he was relaxing after work; it meant that he wasn't fazed by anything that just happened. It as if he already knew that he won, the second he sat down, and was just playing with Amelia, letting her win. It was Harvey Specter 101; play the man, not the odds. Harvey knew the odds were stacked against them, and he used that to his advantage. Harvey, smart brilliant Harvey, Mike had realized, had a plan, he had one from the very beginning. He wanted Amelia to believe she won, planned this whole thing with that in mind. Harvey was going to humiliate her.

"No witnesses?" Harvey asked amused cocking his eyebrow. "That would make your case airtight, cause mine to fall apart. It's a winning situation for you." Harvey shrugged indifferently. "However, you should be aware that I never come into a situation to close without knowing I'm going to win. You should've figured that out when those charges fell on the table. I'm winning." Harvey said confidently crossing his arms across his chest. Amelia's eyes narrowed so much you could barely see the whites of her eyes. Harvey continued. "I never say anything I don't mean. There was a witness that heard you say all of that." He said simply. Mike's head shot to the left of his so quickly Mike thought he felt his brain spin inside his skull.

"No, there wasn't." Amelia shot back, trying to not show her nervousness. Harvey nodded. He then lifted a hand in the air and crooked his finger in a gesture Mike had been accustomed to. The door opened and Mike could barely contain his shock. His jaw literally almost fell to the floor when he saw the person that walked in.

"Harold?!" Mike exclaimed. Harold stood in the doorway, his blonde curls catching the artificial and natural light that filled the room. Mike shook his head, almost certain that he was high and Harold was just a delusion of the stupor. Harvey tapped Mike's arm, as if he knew what Mike was thinking at that moment causing Mike to look again, Harold was still standing there. This wasn't a dream…Harold…Harold, was the smoking gun.

"I heard everything. I was in the file room when I heard Ms. Montgomery say that she plotted the kidnapping, tampered with the condom, and planned to use the child support for herself." Harold recited, proudly not stuttering any of the words. Amelia's face drained of all its color. Harvey's smirk widened.

"See?" He gestured to Harold. "I told you I never lose. He is the proof that the recording is legitimate and therefore can be used in a court of law. But I, since I'm such a nice guy, am going to give you the opportunity to settle. Right here, right now." Harvey offered.

"What is your offer?" Amelia spat at Harvey. Harvey pulled out a folder from under his leg and pushed across the table.

"You give your maternal rights." Harvey said seriously. Amelia glared at him.

"You can't ask for that. That's not fair." Amelia complained. Harvey's eyes iced over.

"Not fair? You think this isn't fair?" Harvey asked rhetorically. "Do you want to know what's not fair? A little boy being kidnapped because mommy is too good to find a job. What's not fair? A man not knowing about his child because mommy is too selfish to tell him. What else is not fair? A little boy being kidnapped because mommy needs money! What's not fair is that that boy didn't ask to be born!" Harvey's voice rose slightly. "What's not fair is subjecting that little boy to spend time with a woman who can't find it in her heart to love him. You sign those papers; you never have to deal with him again, never deal with me again; I don't need your money." He drawled. "However," he warned leaning on the table his eyes cutting into hers. "You take this to court. I will destroy you. I may not have a specialty in family court, but it doesn't matter and do you want to know why?" He questioned. "Because I'm Harvey Specter. My name alone causes the best lawyers to crumble; they don't need to see my face. I will tear you down so fast, you will wish you took the deal because when I'm through with you, you'll be going to jail for a long time." Harvey let the threat hang in the air. The air was thick and the only sound was Harold trying to hold back his wheezing. Then there was a cough coming from in front of the Pearson lawyers.

"Mr. Specter." McClanahan spoke up. "I'm not objecting to the settlement. But, sexual assault? Poking holes in a condom does not constitute sexual assault in America." He explained.

"But it does in Canada." Mike interrupted quickly. Both people on the other side of the table looked at Mike. His face was surprised at this information, evidenced by the wide eyes and blank face. "That's where the incident took place. In Toronto, Canada." Mike explained distantly.

"You can't prove that." Amelia was shaking. Mike snapped out of his daze leaning over the table.

"Yes, I can." Mike said taking the folder from in front of Harvey. He pulled out sheets of paper with various pieces of information on them. "This is a copy of Mr. Specter's bank statements and his plane ticket. This is a copy of his visa from his passport. These all indicate Mr. Specter took a trip to Canada nineteen months ago. This is a copy of Aiden's birth certificate. If you look at his birthday and subtract another ten months from it you will find it directly coincides with this trip making a strong argument that Aiden was conceived on Mr. Specter's trip to Canada." Mike enlightened the table. "You yourself said, Ms. Montgomery that you tampered with the condom that Mr. Specter used during your encounter. The tampering happened in Canada. Canada indicates that tampering with a condom is a form of sexual assault. Meaning," Mike cut off dramatically to gaze at Amelia. "If you don't take this deal, you will be charged with kidnapping in America as well as sexual assault in Canada. If I were you Ms. Montgomery," Mike said tapping his fingers on the folder in front of her, "I'd take the deal." He finished. Harvey folded his fingers underneath his chin and stared at the woman.

Amelia was still. It could be argued she was dead if you couldn't see her chest heaving deeply. She was simply staring at the deal on the table, contemplating it. Harvey and Mike didn't spare each other a glance, settling on watching the woman. It was all up to this moment, all the hard work, the long hours and the trust. Amelia sighed and picked up the pen. She flipped the pages and signed her name with a flourish. She then tossed the pen at Harvey and slid the folder across the table.

"I guess you're happy now." She stated. She stood up and looked at McClanahan. "Let's go." She said and walked out the door. McClanahan followed without a fuss and the door closed leaving Harold, Mike and Harvey in the room. Harvey picked up the papers and began to walk out the door stopping in front of the blonde associate.

"Thank you." He said simply and made his way out. Harold's eyes were comically protruding from his skull as he stared at Harvey's retreating form. He then turned to Mike, who was now standing also watching Harvey's back.

"He…said thank you…" Harold stuttered. Mike nodded.

"Yes he did. That means he's really grateful to you. Maybe now he'll remember your name." Mike joked. Harold managed a shaky smile.

"If I faint, will you tell anyone?" Harold asked Mike.

"No, Harold I won't." Mike assured him, amused.

"Good." Then Harold's eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground, not managing to hit his head thanks to Mike's quick reflexes. Mike caught Harold's head and sighed slumping to the ground with Harold. Mike then laid Harold's head on the floor and stood.

"Thanks Harold." He said also walking out of the room. He informed Donna that Harold had fainted in the conference room. Donna smiled and called someone on the phone. Mike noted that Harvey was not in his office and Aiden was nowhere to be seen. He turned to Donna and waited for her to get off the phone.

"Where did they go?" He asked. Donna smiled brightly.

"Out for lunch, to celebrate." She said. Mike looked offended.

"And they didn't invite me?" Mike asked. "I was the lawyer on the case!"

"Well, actually Harvey found the smoking gun this time so you can't be rewarded for his argument." Donna explained. Mike rolled his eyes.

"Donna I'm hungry." Mike complained. Donna gave him a sideway's glance.

"Then get food."

"But I have to work. Can you-" Mike asked.

"No." Donna interrupted.

"But I'll-" Mike tried again.

"Still no." Donna responded. Mike sighed. The perked up at his next suggestion.

"But, what if I make daily sacrifices, in the name of the goddess Donna?" Mike suggested.

"I might be inclined to set fire to your crops rather than watering them." Donna retorted. Mike groaned and began to walk back to his desk.

"Remind me never to talk to her when she's PMSing." Mike grumbled. He felt a pen hit his back but he kept walking. He thought he would turn into stone if he looked in Donna's eyes.

Harvey was seated in his office by the end of the day, working on some papers for a division of assets case he was working on. He looked up when he felt that someone was staring at him. Jessica stood in front of his desk smiling.

"What? You have pro-bono to congratulate me on winning my case?" He asked sarcastically. Jessica laughed.

"I could arrange it if you don't drop the sarcasm." Jessica suggested. Harvey rolled his eyes and stood flattening the panels of his vest, his jacket having been shed long ago. Jessica looked him over strangely noting the jacket was not hanging on his chair like it usually was. Harvey pointed over to the couch and Jessica followed his finger to the couch where it was lying on top of Aiden. Aiden was asleep, a thumb lodged in his mouth. Jessica chuckled and turned her head back to the senior partner who was also looking at his son with pride in his eyes.

"I just wanted to say congratulations. I heard the details from Donna. Through Sharon." She added indicating her assistant. "It was thorough as usual. I'm glad you were able to close it." Jessica said proudly. Harvey nodded and sat back down. Mike came running in a second later.

"I got the fil-" Mike stopped short when he saw Jessica standing at the desk, looking as tall and menacing as usual. Mike cleared his throat and walked over calmly. He placed the files on the desk by Harvey and looked at Jessica.

"Ms. Pearson." Mike greeted. Jessica smiled tightly at Mike.

"Good night Harvey." She said. Harvey waved a hand in her direction. She began to walk out, passing Mike.

"Not bad, kid." She said, nodding her head at Mike and left the room. Mike stared after her with wide eyes.

"That's the closest that she's ever going to say 'good job' to me isn't it?" Mike asked Harvey.

"Yep." Harvey said reading the other files left on his desk. Mike nodded thoughtfully and crossed over to the chair and sat down. The silence wasn't as tense as it had been at the beginning of the day. They were sitting comfortably, Harvey working and Mike looking through some things that he had brought with him.

"How did you know Harold was there?" Mike asked suddenly. Harvey looked up.

"The wheezing." He answered. Mike cocked his head curiously.

"The wheezing?" He repeated. Harvey nodded.

"I thought I was hearing a weird noise while listening to the recording. Eventually I discerned that sound was wheezing. I then remembered that I had sent Harold to find you. When I realized that, I recalled that you had told me that when I'm mentioned he wheezes. That's how I knew Harold had been in the room." Harvey explained cockily.

"That's…good." Mike responded once again impressed by the other man's strong logic.

"I'm the best." Harvey gloated. Mike closed his eyes to stop himself from rolling them. Aiden snuffled from the couch. The two let their eyes drift over to the baby, who was now shifting around on the cushion trying to get comfortable. Harvey smiled and shook his head.

"I'm glad with the outcome." Mike commented. Harvey looked up into the honest blue eyes of his associate…his associate. The other man had stuck with him through it all. Never had he let his trust falter for one second. Harvey never trusted anyone other than Alex, his father, Donna and Jessica. He was content with just going through life his way, winning cases and living the high life. It was good; it was the way liked it. No one told Harvey Specter how to live his life.

Then in came Mike. With his stupid skinny tie, ill-fitting polyester suit and briefcase full of pot. With his eidetic memory challenging Harvey's every thought. With his desperate, caring soul trying to get out the life he was stuck in. Mike was a breath of fresh air in his closed life. Mike, with his naïveté and soft nature, made Harvey start to care a little more, live life a little safer. And look where it got him; he, eternal-bachelor Harvey Specter, now, Harvey Specter, best father in New York City.

He was smiling, he felt it. Mike was staring at him inquisitively. "Are you okay Harvey?" Mike asked.

"They broke the mold when they made you Mike Ross." Harvey said. Mike turned his face away from his boss and…was blushing? Harvey laughed quietly adding that emotion to the long list of 'Emotions of Mike Ross' that he had been observing for some time now.

"I…um…I got to go…" Mike stuttered and stood. He walked toward the door and spared another look at Aiden. Mike was smiling, Harvey saw in the glass' reflection. He left without another word. Harvey watched as Mike went down the hallway. Donna looked at him from her desk and winked. Harvey winked back and stood. He crossed the room, put a record on and went to sit on the couch. He silently watched the baby sleep under his jacket. He threaded his fingers gently through the soft strands of his son's hair and caressed his head lightly. The soft music drifted through the silence of the room. His life had dramatically changed. It would continue to change, for better or worse. If Aiden was anything like Harvey, he knew there would problems somewhere down the line.

But for now, Harvey was content. That's all that mattered.

If I got any of the laws wrong I apologize; I tried to do as much research as I could but I'm no Rachel Zane. Okay, one more chapter left and its a wrap-up chapter. Then it's onto the sequel that is already 19 chapters long and still going. :). If you liked this chapter review :)

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