Synchronicity

Chapter Twenty-Five

"Rebecca? What are you doing here?" He was surprised to find her standing in his living room. "How did you get in here?"

"I have my ways." She told him.

"So what are you doing here?" He felt the need to repeat the question since she seemed to ignore it the first time.

"I came here to tell you that I've gone to the DA and told them all about Mike. I especially told them all about your role in hiring him and how you were the mastermind behind the whole thing. And since I knew about it and didn't report it at first, I cut a deal to save myself. I'm going to be their star witness in exchange for immunity. And now I get the extreme pleasure of watching your entire life go down the drain."

She smiled. "You can kiss your law license and your freedom goodbye. I might someday come to the prison to visit you and see how you are holding up. Oh, and let's not forget about Mike. I doubt the judge will be lenient with him. Maybe you will catch a break and be able to share a jail cell with him." She explained, coming closer to him.

"No. You're lying. You wouldn't do that to me." He shook his head.

"No." She chuckled lightly. "You're right. I wouldn't do that to you. I just wanted you to know how it felt for a second."

"How what felt?" He was confused now.

"You know…" She trailed off for a moment as she pressed herself up against his body. "How it feels to be stabbed in gut by someone you love by having them lie and turn your greatest fears against you like you did with me."

She stepped back to reveal a blood stain growing around her abdomen. He looked down and saw he was holding the bloody knife in his hand.

Harvey gasped as he sat straight up in bed. The dream he had felt so real. It took a few minutes for his pulse to calm down. This wasn't the first dream he had about Rebecca. They were a nightly occurrence ever since he broke up with her.

Dream Rebecca was right about something. He did take every fear she had about their relationship and turned against her with his lies about not wanting to be with her. It wasn't fair to her.

Normally he lived his life without regrets. But he regretted breaking up with her, and he especially regretted the way he did it. It was cruel, probably the cruelest moment of his life. After replaying it in his mind over and over again, he could almost pinpoint the exact moment he broke her heart.

He had asked Donna a few times how she was doing, but Donna refused to talk about her. He figured by now Rebecca had told Donna everything that happened because Donna was giving him an attitude. But he deserved it so he didn't say anything about it.

He originally thought that he would be ok after a week or so. But it had been two weeks since he broke up with her and he wasn't at the top of his game anymore. He was having to rely on Mike and Donna to catch things at work that he normally would have caught sooner. He wasn't sleeping well. He didn't feel happy anymore, or even content. Things weren't getting better. They were actually getting worse and he didn't know what to do anymore.

He got up out of bed and headed to the shower, determined to get the image of Rebecca from his dream out of his mind.

"We have a problem." Donna said as she came into his office later that day.

"What is it?" He sighed. His life seemed to be full of problems. While normally he thrived on that, he didn't have the energy or the motivation to deal with it right now.

"Fowler Cosmetics has put you in review." She announced, handing him a letter.

"Dammit." He sighed again. "I'll go talk to them and do damage control."

"Harvey, take Mike with you." Donna suggested before leaving the office.

"Why?" He asked.

"Because…" Donna trailed off.

"Donna, do you have something to say?"

"You haven't exactly been at the top of your game lately. It's probably why Fowler Cosmetics is putting you in review to begin with. It wouldn't hurt to take Mike with you. Maybe he can put a stop to the bleeding." She reasoned.

"Fine." He sighed. There wasn't any way for him to argue with her logic because she was right.

Mike had cautioned him against doing this, but he couldn't help it. Ever since he found out that Xavier had been planting seeds of distrust and doubt with Fowler Cosmetics, leading to them putting him in review all he could see was red. Xavier had no right to be trying to poach his clients again and it needed to stop. He roamed the halls of the law firm until he found the office he wanted to enter.

"What the hell do you think you are doing with Fowler Cosmetics?" His voice boomed.

"Harvey." Xavier laughed. "It's good to see you again."

"Cut the crap. Why are you going after my client?" He asked.

"It seemed like fun?" Xavier smirked.

"You tried to steal Rebecca from me and you have been trying to steal my clients for months now." He chuckled. "You must really want to be me."

"I don't want to be you. I just want what you have." Xavier explained. "Or in this case what you had. I guess kissing Rebecca did what I hoped and caused you two to break up. I estimate it won't be long until I can swoop in like I plan on doing with Fowler Cosmetics and all your other clients."

"You son of a bitch!" He couldn't control his temper anymore and punched Xavier in the face. He was going to punch the man again when he heard her.

"Harvey stop!" Came a voice from behind him.

He turned to see Rebecca standing in the doorway. She was carrying a couple of files but came into the office. She looked incredible, though a little tired. Briefly he wondered if she was also having trouble sleeping. But that wasn't something that he had any right to wonder about anymore.

"What the hell is going on in here?" She demanded.

"He was assaulting me." Xavier claimed, touching his jaw. "You're my witness for when I press charges against him. I'm going to enjoy making him pay for this."

He watched as she looked at Xavier and then at him.

"No one is pressing any charges." She finally sighed, looking back at Xavier. "And if you file anything with the police I won't be your witness. In fact, I'll say you provoked him."

"You can't lie for him." Xavier pointed out.

"Are you telling me that you didn't provoke him?" She raised her eyebrow.

He looked at Xavier. "Go ahead and file charges if you want. I'm a good enough lawyer that I can get out of any charges you bring on no matter how many witnesses you have."

"We'll see about that." Xavier scoffed.

"That's enough!" Rebecca yelled. "Harvey, I think you should go."

"Yeah, I should." He agreed with that. "Xavier, stay away from my clients or else."

He left the office and headed back to the elevator, painfully aware that Rebecca was following him. He pushed the down button and refused to look over at her now that she was standing next to him.

"I don't need you to lie for me with him." He said. "He's a nobody."

"He could press charges against you because you attacked him though." She pointed out. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"He started this by going after my clients. If he does press charges, I'll handle it…without your help."

"You know what? Fuck you Harvey." She scoffed. "I was just trying to be nice, but I really don't know why I even bothered."

He watched her stalk off angrily and sighed. She was just trying to be nice. He had an opportunity and squandered He was an idiot.

Two days later Rebecca sat down at her desk and noticed a thick, manila envelope. She pressed the button for Adrienne to come into the office.

"What's up, boss lady?" Adrienne asked.

"What is this?" She asked, holding up the envelope. There was no return address on it.

"I don't know." Adrienne shrugged. "It came for you by messenger first thing this morning while you were in court. I didn't open it because it said confidential."

"Thanks." She waited until Adrienne was out of her office before opening up the envelope. She pulled out the papers, shocked by what was on the front. She flipped through all of the pages, amazed by what she saw. They were the original police reports for her mother's accident that chronicled her father's involvement.

There were also two signed affidavits from the police officers involved in the cover up. The affidavits detailed everything that her father asked them to cover up. This was her smoking gun to get justice for her mother.

There was only one person who could have sent this. Harvey. But why? Aside from the brief moment she saw him last week in Xavier's office, she hadn't had any contact with him.

She unlocked the bottom drawer of her desk and placed the envelope in it. She would deal with this later. After locking the drawer, her cell phone rang. She picked it up. "Hello?...Yes. Thank you for getting back to me so quickly…I am incredibly interested in the job…"

That night she took a deep breath as she got off the elevator and walked towards Harvey's office. She wasn't surprised to see Donna still there, although Donna seemed surprised to see her.

"Hey." Donna greeted.

"Hey." She gave her friend a small smile.

"What are you doing here?"

"Is he busy?" She asked, ignoring Donna's question.

"What do you think?" Donna chuckled, looking into his office and seeing him type on his computer. "I'm leaving for the night. Go on in and good luck."

"Thanks." She took another deep breath before entering his office. If he was surprised to see her, he didn't let it show.

"What do you want?" He asked gruffly as she stood in front of his desk.

"What the hell is your problem?" She berated him.

"Excuse me?" He asked, looking up at her.

"You act like a complete bastard to me and then you send me this?" She held up the manila envelope. "Why? What kind of game are you playing?"

"It's not a game." He protested.

"Then why give me this?"

"I had it and thought you would want it." He explained. "Do you want me to take it back?"

"Of course not." She told him. "Look, all I came over here to say was thank you and you were right."

He couldn't help but chuckle. "You're welcome and what was I right about this time?"

"I was delusional." She admitted. "I actually thought you had the capability to be an adult and have an adult relationship with communication and respect. But you can't because you let things from your childhood affect your adulthood. You're stuck repeating the same destructive behaviors over and over again."

"What the hell are you talking about?" He leaned back in his chair and sighed.

"You let something that happened over twenty years ago affect every single relationship you have and every single decision you make. You torpedo any chance of happiness that comes your way and you keep yourself isolated. To be honest, you probably hired Mike knowing he was a fraud just so that one day that decision could explode in your face."

"You don't get to…"

"Get to what?" She asked angrily, going over to the side of his desk and leaning against it. "I don't get to tell you what I think about you? I mean, because you certainly got your chance to tell me exactly what you thought about me. Isn't it only fair I get to do the same?"

"Ok." He conceded. "You've made your point."

She chuckled. "Actually I was just getting started. I could write a whole book about your issues."

"Can you please leave now?" He asked. "I do have a lot of work to do, and the whole point of sending that to you was so that I didn't have to see or think about you anymore."

His words hurt. At this point she wasn't sure if he was being honest or if he just wanted to hurt her because she was striking back at him. "Fine. I just have to say one more thing before I go." She leaned in close. "One of these days you are going to wake up and find yourself alone and you will hate it. I just hope for your sake you figure out a way to be happy before it's too late." Without saying anything else she left.

He watched her leave his office. What she didn't know was that he had already woken up finding himself alone and hating it.

It took Vanessa a couple of months to compile everything he sent her in that packet. It was a roadmap that would help her get her father arrested for what he did. He set the wheels in motion shortly after he failed to get David to take the deal he offered, choosing this as his plan B. His original plan was to surprise her with it one night after a nice dinner at her favorite restaurant. But then he broke up with her and realized she deserved to have it anyway.

Maybe now she could get some closure and get justice for her mother.

He didn't expect her to come over like this. Seeing her again was a double-edged sword. Now that she was out of his office, he got up and headed over to the window to get a drink. He could still smell her perfume as it lingered in his office. It taunted him, acting like a ghost.

He had Donna come over and take most of Rebecca's things to her about a week after he broke up with her. Seeing her clothes in his closet and some of the other items she left behind in his penthouse only made him miss her more.

He was both glad and angry that Donna forgot to take Rebecca's body wash out of his shower. Sometimes he would pick it up and try to throw it away, only to find himself unable to do it. So instead he would open the bottle and take a small sniff just to try and feel like she was there with him. It taunted him too. He knew it wasn't healthy. He knew it was pathetic. But he missed her.

He didn't feel like he was himself anymore since she was out of his life. It was like she took all of the joy and happiness out of him when she left. He knew that he loved her. That was evident to him now. But knowing and being able to say it were two different things. If he said it, there was no going back.

He had to fight the urge to run after her and kiss her. He couldn't go and beg her to come back to him. It wouldn't be fair because he still wasn't ready to admit he loved her. She deserved better than that. Besides, if tonight was any indication, she was pissed. Though he had to admit she had good reason to be upset with him. So he poured himself a drink and downed it in one gulp.

The feelings would fade over time. They had to.