Hey Everyone!

I know it has taken me a while to update, but I am trying to create a good quality story, and if I don't take my time on it, giving it my all, I would feel almost ashamed and disappointed in myself that I just gave you guys a half-ass job. So, consider it a gift.

ON THURSDAY'S EPISODE: YES MEGHAN MARKLE! Rachel was an absolute vision in this episode. She was amazing, and such a bad-ass when it came to her scene with Rick Hoffman (the ever talented actor who plays Louis). Harvey was his usual Bond self, and come on, Donna's scenes with Mike just made the show that much better.

Just to let you all know that I just noticed Max is not in this chapter, but mentioned a lot, which is weird...

Hope you enjoy this chapter!

P.S. Suits belong to the USA Network

Hanna, one of the secretaries had rushed towards Maria, another secretary in the firm, placing a note in her hand. Panicked, Maria then swivelled in her chair to face Arthur, one of the mailroom workers, to pass on the note. Arthur, who happened to push his cart towards Andrew, his fellow mailroom worker, read the note and gave it to him. Andrew gave the note to Zachary, an associate, who gave it to Matthew, who gave it to Ezra, who gave it to Georgia, who gave it to Nadia, who gave it to Sophia, who gave it to Walter, who gave it to Zoey, who gave it to her fellow paralegal Rachel Zane. Rachel, gasping at the note, ran as much as she could wearing high-heeled shoes. Arriving in the associates office space, she rushed to Mike's desk, practically throwing the note on his desk before turning around to return to her office. Mike, flustered, open the note quickly. In an instant his face drained colour as he got up from his desk. He walked quickly toward Donna's desk, noticing she was on the phone. He silently gave her the note before walking away. Curious, Donna opened the note, and her heart dropped.

'Jessica knows about Harvey and Max'.

Everyone in the office knew about their relationship, except of course, Jessica Pearson. It wasn't like they pronounced it over lunch in the break room, but everyone could tell that they had a connection. Everyone could feel the tension between each other when they were in a room together. It didn't take a lawyer to read the signs; Max always was looking at him through the corner of her eye while Harvey was always stealing glances of her when she was talking to his secretary. At first, people thought that it was just a physical relationship, or just Max trying to make it to the top. But when Donna told Maria that Harvey asked her to buy a dozen lilies for Max after she missed a day at work due to a severe fever, and told her that he will deliver it himself, people began to realize that this wasn't a sexual relationship, yet an actual relationship. No one complained about their relationship because it never got in the way of work, with the exception of Harvey's extreme happiness and Max's increase in work, which was a blessing more than a burden. So Donna prayed that Jessica wasn't angry.

She got her answer when the woman in charge of the firm dug her heels into the carpet as she stomped her way across the hallway. People began to turn and walk in the opposite way, hoping that Jessica didn't kick them in the face. She strutted past lawyers from left to right, ignoring everyone around her. Louis, who was going to gloat about a client quickly shut his mouth and darted into his office, shutting the door. Donna knew that Jessica wasn't just angry.

Jessica Pearson was pissed.

Strutting into Harvey's office, the woman shut the door behind her, causing Harvey to become anxious to wonder why his managing partner had a stick up her ass.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Jessica all but screamed at her associate.

"Several things, yet I don't think they make books big enough to write it all down," Harvey said nonchalantly, throwing his file on his desk.

Jessica began to pace, "I thought that this job meant the world to you, Harvey."

"And it still does."

The black woman rose her eyebrows, "So please explain to me why you're screwing someone from the firm on company time."

Harvey's eyes widened in shock.

"Some clarification, please?"

Several of the workers at the firm slowly began to appear behind Jessica, and Harvey was still regretting the fact that at least seventy percent of his room was just windows. Jessica leaned onto the table, causing him to focus on the woman in front of him.

"Maxine Harris. Is that enough clarification?"

Before Harvey could defend himself, she continued, "Secretaries gossip, and I don't listen to it at all. But when they begin gossiping about the one man I've never heard a rumour about, I had to investigate. Out of everyone in the firm, the last person I expected to be fooling around on company time would be one of my top lawyers-"

Now Harvey had to cut in, "I never did anything on company time."

"So you admit it," she said crossing her arms.

Damn it, Jessica. He cursed himself. He was the one who taught her that trick. She thought that she could scare him, but she was talking about Max like she was just a daily screw, when really she was much more than that. "I'm not denying that I've been seeing Max," he said standing up, "But I'm not fooling around with her on company time. I respect the firm just as much as she does."

"Really? So it's okay for her to sleep with you while she rides on your success, just as long as it's not on company time-"

"Max is not a slut!"

Harvey yelled, ignoring the now huge crowd on the opposite side of the glass. The tone in his voice caused Jessica's head to snap back. Had Jessica heard what she thought she did hear? Harvey was defending her and Harvey never defended someone he slept with. Sure, he'd make a quick jab, saying it was a good night, but he never defended the actual woman. Jessica Pearson never thought that she would see the day Harvey would jump through hoops for a woman.

"Oh my God," Jessica said, "You care about her."

She expected Harvey to blush or more commonly try to come up with a sarcastic remark, trying to hide the fact that he actually cared about someone, as it was visible to everyone around him. But without hesitation, Harvey looked directly at Jessica.

"Absolutely."

Half-shocked, Jessica nodded, "I can tell."

Who was Jessica to deprive Harvey from happiness?

She stood up straight, "I don't care about what goes on between you two, just as long as it stays away from the cases, and out of my firm at all times, or you won't be able to get out of bed, you got that?"

She began to walk backwards, noticing the retreating forms who just witnessed their discussion, when Harvey threw a comment that almost made her laugh.

"I think someone's already caused that, but the threat is duly noted."

As Mike sat in the backseat along side Harvey, he couldn't help but think of Rachel. Where had they gone wrong in their relationship? The only thing he could think of is when she failed the LSATs after studying for six months. Rachel was devastated, and always getting angry at the little things. He tried talking to her about it, but she would shut down and yell at Mike when he tried. He thought that since she started talking to him again, that maybe she was over the test. If she was, then maybe they could work on each other again. Mike never wanted to admit it, but he missed Rachel more than he missed Jenny.

"If you keep ignoring me Mike I might have to smack you."

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, Mike focused on the road ahead, counting how many people were wearing the colour blue.

"You know Harvey, if it wasn't for that comment, I would have thought you cared."

"Remind me again why I hired you," Harvey said, ignoring Mike's comment as he was flipping through the current file.

"Because you didn't want to be charged with aiding and abetting a suspected fugitive?"

"Now Michael, do you think that low of me?"

Mike grinned, "Fine. It was because I made you smile on the inside."

"That, and I never have to take down notes anymore," Harvey said passing him the file, "Brief me again, from the top."

"Max making you forget things?" Mike asked, flipping through the file.

"No, just making sure Rachel isn't distracting you again," Harvey said, with a smirk on his face.

Mike couldn't help but laugh.

"Lawrence King, small time investor, likes to buy shares from businesses. He ended up purchasing a share from a chain of restaurants belonging to Vincent Giovinazzo III, rumoured crime boss. Arrested, but never convicted or charged. King is suing Giovinazzo under the false pretences that he was buying a share, when in reality it was going straight into his pockets."

"In other words-"

"Fraud and embezzlement," Mike said shutting the file.

The car jerked to a stop, and Mike jumped out of the car quickly. Harvey knew that Mike will always hate cars no matter what, but he never knew why. As Harvey was about to get out of the car, he heard Ray pipe in quickly.

"Be careful with this guy Harvey. You don't want to get hurt."

Harvey smirked, "I got this one Ray."

The driver was worried, "I know you could handle yourself if you got hurt."

Ray turned around in his seat to face Harvey.

"But I don't know if Maxine could handle it if you got hurt."

Oh shit. Harvey never thought of that. He was always sticking his neck out in situations that not only could cost him his job, but also his life. The whole debacle with Trevor was just the icing on the cake of troubles. Maybe one day he stuck his neck out too far and ended up hurting himself physically. Would Max be able to handle it? Of course she would, he decided, Max isn't like other girls; she's strong enough and tough enough to deal with my crap.

Harvey smiled at his driver, "She can handle herself, Ray. She's tough."

"Just like you?" Ray said with a hint of a grin.

The brunette shook his head.

"No. She's more than that."

"So... I settle, and there will be no legal problems with me anymore?"

Harvey nodded, "Absolutely."

The meeting with Vincent had been turning out to be well... not very comforting. It was an Italian restaurant, with very intimidating Italian men with concealed weapons. Harvey didn't care for the weapons, just as long as they weren't pulled out of the holster. Mike on the other hand was sitting as if he was getting ready to have a prostate exam. He nervously shifted in his seat, stiff from fear. Mike had heard about the Giovinazzos even as a little kid. He knew that you never stepped foot into one of their restaurants unless invited by someone who was known there. They certainly, were not invited. Vincent was a fairly toned man, as he was in his mid thirties, with jet black hair slicking to the sides to give him class. A suit without a tie, yet he had a light blue handkerchief sticking out of the breast pocket, and of course expensive Italian shoes. His green eyes oozed greed and power. It took all of Harvey's restraint to not punch him in the face. Surrounded by Vincent were two big body guards, decked in gold.

Vincent wiped his mouth with his monogrammed cloth, "Then where is my justice?"

"Your justice?" Harvey said, countering his question, "You robbed a man of a hundred thousand dollars and you believe that you were conned out of the system?"

The Italian leaned in, "That man is a snake, and you better watch yourself, buddy. You don't know what would happen when false accusations are said."

Harvey all but rolled his eyes, "Oh, because I'm sure my clients accusations are false."

The lawyer leaned in, inches away from Vincent.

"And the only person who should be watching themselves is you."

Harvey got up, which Mike, thankfully, took it as a sign to leave. He said a quick goodbye before practically leaping out of the restaurant. Harvey got up slowly, placing his suit jacket on as it was hanging from behind his chair. Slowly, he began buttoning it up.

"Take the deal, Vincent. It'll only stay on the table for so long."

He briskly turned around without looking back. As he left the door, Mike was patiently leaning against the car, waiting for Harvey to exit the restaurant. Harvey almost smacked the kid for being a wimp, "What's the matter with you? You've dealt with bigger sharks than that."

"I've dealt with bigger sharks that weren't Italian, Harvey," Mike emphasized, trying to make it clear to Harvey that you don't mess with Italians.

But all the man did was shake his head, and continued on with the conversation.

"Where did Ray run off to?"

Mike checked his watch, "Coffee run. Should be back in a minute or two."

Harvey began walking to the other side of the car, "Once we get back, make sure you get Max to go over the case, see if she can find any flaws."

"What? My work isn't good enough?"

Harvey smirked as he rested his arms on the top edge of the car, "No, but I do recall her showing you up on the Mathers case."

"I still would have figured it out."

"But would you have figured it out as fast as she did?" Harvey said, a smirk dancing on his face.

Before Mike could rebuttal, Ray approached the car, sitting in the driver's seat quickly. Mike slid in, shutting the door behind him. Harvey and himself got settled in as Ray quickly pulled out of his parallel park and began driving back to the office.

"Make sure Max has it all reviewed, and on my desk by tomorrow."

Mike let out a startled laugh, "Oh hell no. I am not telling Max that."

Harvey turned to his associate, "Why not?"

Mike shook his head.

"Because there is no way in hell I am telling Max to come into the office to drop off some papers on her day off."

Harvey's eyebrows rose.

"Max has the day off tomorrow?"

The dirty blond nodded, "It's her first one since she got sick a month ago."

Harvey turned to look out the window, thinking deep in thought. He had gotten closer to Max recently, and Harvey was the type of guy to strike the iron while its hot. The more the thought about it, the more he was tempted to actually put his plan in motion. Maybe, just maybe... Jessica might get mad, but she did say keep the relationship out of the office. Plus, it had been a while since Harvey had a day off, after all.

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