Here is the actual Chapter 36, Harvey.

"If I were threatening you, I'd come right out and say it." –Harvey

I watched as Donna left for her small break and not come back. I wasn't stupid, I knew she was going somewhere else. It bothered me as to where. She usually has a note or tells me where she was going. Not because she owed me that, but because she knew I'd ask later. Instead of brooding about it, I started on getting some work done, teasing the idea in my head of tormenting Louis later, and wondering why Charlie didn't dare look at me or speak to me that morning. Usually, I'd at least get a glare from her, but this wasn't her. I knew something had to be up.

My suspicions about my daughter were answered with the ring of my cell phone. I knew it was her school, having already saved the number into my phone the day I enrolled her.

"This is Harvey Specter."

"Yes, Mr. Specter, this is Kevin Derant from West Killan Preparatory School," the male voice said.

I sighed, knowing exactly how this phone conversation was going to go. "What can I help you with, Mr. Derant?"

"Well, I am sure you are busy, as am I, but it has come to the attention of me and the school, that your daughter, Charlie Specter, wasn't present for roll this morning."

I let out a hot breath, knowing that was exactly what this phone call was about. I didn't think Charlie was the type to start a school fight during school. "She wasn't? I was assured by my driver that he had dropped her off at the school at his usual time."

"I understand that, Mr. Specter. Our security guard had witnessed her getting dropped off in your town car."

"So how did you lose track of my daughter?" I asked, putting out more of a threatening tone than I meant.

The headmaster stammered, "Uh…well…Mr. Specter, we aren't sure. One minute she was on campus and the next she wasn't."

If my memory served correctly, Kevin Derant wasn't that much of a man. He was a toupe-wearing stick with his suit typically hanging off his body. The man had no muscle tone and made Mike look like a body builder compared to Mr. Derant.

"So, you are telling me, my daughter, Charlie, skipped school today and you've no idea what way she went or where she was heading?"

"I see your frustrated, Mr. Specter, but today was a rather large event for the school…"

"I was aware of that," I said, instantly remembering Charlie's distaste for me and my decision to make her attend the Relay for Life even though she didn't want to. "But, see it from my perspective, Mr. Derant. You are a school administrator telling me, a father, that not only has my daughter skipped school, but also has been seen and then disappeared from the school sight?"

"I-I am aware that sounds incredibly awful on the part of us as an institution, Mr. Specter. But, to be Frank, Mr. Specter, Charlie has not exhibited any sort of relationships forming within the student body at this school. Her teachers have said she sits in the back of the class, doesn't talk unless instructed by a teacher, does her homework, and never talks to students unless during a group effort. Your daughter, Mr. Specter, is a loner and could be suspected of exhibiting clinical depression."

Clinical depression my ass. I knew Charlie was grieving. She was pissed off I made her attend the school and she doesn't make friends because she didn't want them. I knew her better than Charlie thought I did. Instead of agreeing with the man who kept calling me Mr. Specter like I was going to kick his ass through the phone, I decided to speak up about Charlie.

"Mr. Derant, although I am pleased you're telling me this about the welfare of Charlie as she is attending your school, but you must have read her file that preceded her before she stepped foot on your campus grounds."

There was a hesitant pause before Mr. Derant said, "I have glanced at it."

"Then you must know that her mother just passed away and she was placed in my care about the time I enrolled her."

"I must have missed that."

I smirked, knowing I caught him. Smallest school district in the area and the headmaster still couldn't keep track of new students.

"Then my suggestion is to stop CLINICALLY diagnosing your students and read up on their information. You might learn something about them."

"Yes, Mr. Specter," he said, stammering through his words.

I smirked more. "Now, perhaps you'll hire better eyes on the students just in case they decide to skip."

"Yes, Mr. Specter."

God today just wasn't my day.

"Thank you for letting me know, have a good day."

After the farewells, I hung up and sighed, heavily bringing my face down my face as I turned to the city, trying to think of places she'd go. There wasn't a lot I knew about Charlie. At least not enough to pin point where she'd go if she took the day off of life and school. It wasn't too long before I heard Donna's footsteps come close to my desk.

"You seem stressed out."

"I am," I said honestly, the thought of Charlie out there again was nearly making my head spin with various thoughts of what happened to her. It was like her leaving the condo all over again. The fear and worry was an ache that would get tighter and nag more the more I thought about it.

"Why?" Donna asked, her voice turning concerned.

"Charlie didn't attend school today, and the school doesn't know what way she went or where she could have gone."

"What?" Donna asked quickly. I could feel the panic rising in her. "When did you find that out?"

"Just now. The school called my phone."

"I didn't hear your office one ring."

I gave her a look and shook my head with a small smirk. "It wasn't my office phone. It was my cell phone."

Donna sighed. "What are you going to do now, Harvey? Call one of your cop friends to track her down?"

I nodded. "I want to."

"You know she'd resent you more for it."

I nodded again, keeping my look on her. "I know, which is what's stopping me."

"Call her."

"Do what?"

"Do it, Harvey. You and I both know where she would go if she isn't around here or at your condo, which we both also know she'd avoid."

"Your place?"

"She doesn't have a key."

I thought about it for a second. No, Charlie wouldn't stay around these parts if she were skipping. She would know I could find her easily. I let out a sigh, thinking of the only place she'd go run and hide to.

"Wanna head with me to where she was born?"

Donna smiled. "How'd you deduce that?"

"I know Charlie. She hates it here and made it pretty damn vocal she wanted to be where she was raised," I said as I started shutting down my computer and putting my things away to leave. I was going to get her back, I just knew it wasn't going to be easy.

"Now?"

I nodded. "Of course now. She won't want to return peacefully and I need someone to keep the peace."

Donna sighed. "At least wait until her school lets out. Then we will go. Give her time. Maybe she just needs a day like this to feel better."

I gave her a firm look. "You honestly believe that?"

Donna gave a single nod. "I do. Everyone needs a day away from everything. You drink, have sex with sometimes random women, and go see your dad. Let's not forget to mention your car collection that you-"

"Donna," I said sternly, not needing the lecture on what I had and what I did to release.

"What? I am just saying. She skipped school to get away from everything. To see her mom just like you see your dad every year."

I sighed, looking away from the ever-observant eyes of my secretary. When I looked back to her she was smirking, "Should I have Ray ready by five?"

"Five? Make it four."

"Fine."

"And make it the Mercedes."

"The Mercedes? Harvey, you're getting Charlie, not recruiting some law school student why being in corporate law is the best."

"What do you suggest? Having Ray drive?"

"It's a better start."

"Fine, then the BMW."

"The sports car one, or the sedan?"

"I have to choose?"

"Yes."

"The sedan."

"Good, I'll make sure it is ready for you by four," Donna turned to walk out, making it to my office door before turning to me. "Hey, Harvey, I am going with you. I can lessen your blows to her."

"Why aren't you concerned about me?"

"Because you're the over confident jackass that Jessica trusts. I know you can take whatever she dishes out."

"And if I can't?"

"Then you're a pussy," Donna said with a smirk as she walked out and back to her desk.

I sighed, knowing that the words of some teenage girl shouldn't make any difference to me. But Charlie wasn't just some teenage girl. She was Robin's and mine. She knew how to make things hurt with one blow, and I knew she wouldn't have just learned it. She just knew it just like Marcus and Robin could with me. One blow and I was near putty on the inside.

God damn it, Charlie, I thought as I looked to the cityscape that was New York, why didn't you just tell me you were skipping.

Oh wait, she did. She expressed her deep hatred for going to school on a day like today.

Then why the hell didn't I listen to her?