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So this update is rather longer than I usually write, so hopefully you all will enjoy it. This takes place a month later from the last chapter (I know I'm moving things fast, but it makes sense in the end!). This chapter is important, so read it properly!

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Max sat beside Rachel as Mike was on the other side of the table, all three of them desperately trying to focus on their work. It was one of the monthly group work projects to build relationships with co-workers. Unfortunately for the three, not a lot of work was getting done. One of them would make a funny face, nudge someone with their elbow, or softly kick their shin. Max kept elbowing Rachel as she was writing, trying to cause her to screw up her work. Rachel, holding in her laughter, was barely able to write any research she could find. Mike kept sticking his pen into his nose, mouth, or ear, causing the girls to silently chuckle. Rachel knew that the anniversary of Mike's parents had taken a toll on him a month ago, so the two brunette women made a pact. Both girls made a silent agreement to keep Mike happy and to keep his mind off of the deaths of his parents. All three of them were now being playful with each other, just for the hell of it. Each of them had their fair share of humour, and the day was drawing to a close. Each of them carefully concealed their laughter, hiding it from Jessica, who was sitting two tables down from them.

Louis Litt, being the little rat he was, decided to take a visit to the table that held his associate, the golden boy, and the paralegal. He came crawling towards them, realizing they were all laughing. Louis knew he couldn't touch Rachel, as she wasn't in his command, nor could be badger Mike, which if he did, he'd have to deal with Harvey. Max on the other hand, he could yell at. Although the girlfriend of one of the Senior Partners, the boss-woman made it clear that work was work and relationships were not a part of work, and in the firm, Louis had control over Max. He approached the table, silencing their giggles.

"Maxine?" Louis' slimy voice oozed out of his mouth.

Max shuttered, "Yes?"

He smiled sinisterly, "You wouldn't happen to have the subpoena on you? You know the one I asked you to work on this morning?"

As Louis was talking, Max pulled out the subpoena, handing it to him.

"Finished, proof-read, and waiting for your signature."

Flabbergasted, Louis tucked the file under his arm.

"And the Davidson briefs?"

The brunette placed the large file into Louis' hand.

By now, everyone stopped working and was looking at the interaction between Louis Litt, and his associate Maxine Harris. Including Jessica Pearson.

"Now I'm pretty sure you don't have the Adams-Vaughn merger."

"This one?" She said, turning the black binder in her hand. She placed the file in front of Louis as she grabbed her bag, placing it on the table, "I also finished the Mueller patent, the Santos injunction," she said, practically throwing the papers on top of the merger. "And although it was due tomorrow, I happened to finish the conveyance for the Ryerson case, just for the hell of it." She dramatically dropped the papers onto the table.

"See, Louis, don't get me wrong, I respect you and I think that you are good at your job. But when your associate starts bringing in bigger clients than you, closing major deals without you, and doing your job and doing it much better than you could ever do it, I suggest that you give the said associate a little respect. Or better yet, treat him, or her for that matter, as if she's not lower than you, but equal."

Louis, embarrassed by his associate, decided to resort to the only thing he was good at. He leaned in towards Max, whispering to her.

"That's a clever tactic. Did you pick that one up from Harvey between the sheets?"

Mike's pen fell out of his mouth as Rachel's jaw dropped, along with Jessica's eyes widening. Jessica couldn't believe how low Louis would get to try to get the upper hand by bringing down one of his associates. The woman was doing her job, better than she should have been doing it, and yet Louis took it as a threat, being unprofessional towards the young woman. It disgusted and offended her that he would resort to such a drastic measure. Max could hear several noises and whispers coming from her associates, but she kept her face compose. She was Maxine Penelope Harris, and nothing could break her.

"I wouldn't know. Harvey's been sleeping with your wife."

Louis rolled his eyes, "Oh, and I'm sure you haven't had a problem with that."

"No actually I haven't, since I've been spending nights with your brother."

The older man crossed his arms, "I don't have a brother."

"It's still funny as hell," she said, smiling.

Leaning back in her chair, Jessica Pearson smiled. Maxine Harris was clearly one of the hardest workers at Pearson Hardman. She could easily bring in clients, regardless of their net worth. From what Jessica heard, Judge Grott thought Max was one of the best defense attorneys he'd seen, and the judge had seen a lot of lawyers in his lifetime. A thought crossed Jessica's mind, and she wondered why she hadn't thought of it yet.

Associates started filing out as it was the end of the day, and Max pulled herself out of her conversation with Mike and Rachel to collect her things, as she had nothing else to do. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, her eyes locked onto Harvey who was down the hall, with a large smirk on his face. His smile meant that either he was watching the fight, or Donna had heard, mentally recorded the whole thing, and told him everything word for word. Mirroring his smile, she began walking towards Harvey, not caring if Jessica was looking. He held out his hand, which Max slowly took, as they began walking deeper into the office, which was almost empty.

"You trying to be me?" Harvey asked her.

"Why? Afraid I might actually be better than you?" Max said, stopping in front of him.

"Well when you can make Jessica laugh, I'm pretty sure you are better than me."

She smiled, pulling her hair behind her ear.

"How's the Satin case going?" She asked.

Harvey rubbed his eyes. One of Julian Satin's buildings had caught on fire mysteriously, causing the city to pay for its damages. Unfortunately, the fire department suspected foul play, therefore throwing Satan into a whirl-wind of legal issues. Max knew it was stressful on Harvey, and she added that to the list of things she held against her father.

"I have court next week on Thursday. New evidence came in, and the judge is allowing it to be used as evidence against Julian," he paused, watching her reaction, "Don't worry; this case will be closed before the Yankees win the World Series."

Max shook her head, "Three months ago, if someone told me I was going to date an arrogant asshole, I'd probably laugh in their face."

Harvey's eyebrows rose, "You think I act like an asshole-"

He stopped himself, "You know what? Don't answer that question."

Max couldn't help but chuckle as she took Harvey's hand, pulling him down the hallway, towards her cubicle. As they were passing by one of the break rooms, Harvey heard a noise uncharacteristic to the sounds of a break room in a law firm. Stopping, he pulled Max to the sound, sticking their heads in the crack of the door. As the couple looked through the slit in the door, Max realized there were two individuals being a little too close for comfort. The woman kissed the man passionately as he held her tightly. Almost instantly Max knew that the woman was Donna, and the man looked to be Ezra, one of the two male secretaries at Pearson Hardman. Everyone thought Ezra was swinging for the other team, but in the position he was in, it looked liked he loved women. A lot. Max looked at Harvey, on the edge of a giggling fit, before he pulled her away, heading to her cubicle.

"Well, I know what Donna does in her spare time." Max laughed.

"But Donna? In the break room? She has much more class than that," Harvey said as he rested his arms on the walls of Max's cubicle.

"Opportune moment?" Max said, filing away her papers, "Maybe they were just too close for comfort."

"Well while you become all John Hinckley on them, meet me at my office," Harvey said, walking backwards.

"Why do you assume I'm going back to your place?"

"You're not. I'm coming back to your place," the man said before smiling and turning the corner, leaving Max at her cubicle. As Harvey pulled out his cellphone to answer back to his text messages, he began walking to his office. Opening his office door, he looked up to see the back of a man who was standing in front of his desk.

"Can I help you?" Harvey said in a demeaning tone.

The man turned around, holding one of Harvey's signed baseballs.

"How ya doin', Harvey," Vincent Giovinazzo III said as he stood in front of Harvey, with a smug look on his face, "You know, the city looks gorgeous from up here."

"What are you doing here? And how the hell did you get past security?" Harvey said, walking around the man and his desk, grabbing several files off of the table and placing them in the filing cabinet located in the corner.

Vincent avoided the latter part of the question, "I just came by to tell you that your client is dropping the charges."

Harvey straightened his tie, "You know this how?"

"We had a little...chat, Lawrence and I," Vincent said fixing his cuffs on his sleeve, "Don't worry; the guy can still walk perfectly."

"Can he see where he's going though?" Harvey said, checking to make sure the Italian hadn't taken any of his precious records.

The black-haired man laughed, "He's fine, Mister Specter."

"Well," Harvey said, adjusting his suit, "In that case, I'll meet with him tomorrow to confirm that he's still going to bring your ass to court."

Vincent scratched his chin, "You really so sure you can change his mind?"

"I know I can, Mister Giovinazzo," Harvey said holding the door open for him.

The shorter man of the two crossed his arms, leaning against Harvey's desk. He knew this guy was a pro at his job. He was better and more powerful than any other lawyer he'd come across, and he was too far up on the caste system that he couldn't whack him without people, or the press, or the police, noticing. Letting his eyes wander, his green eyes rested on a black picture frame. His eyebrows rose, remembering the leverage he had as he was grabbing the picture. He turned the face of the frame towards Harvey.

"This your girl?" Vincent said, a little all-too-knowingly.

Curious, Harvey just nodded.

"Damn Harves, she is absolutely stunning. A vision," Vincent said, taking a very good look at the picture, "How'd you manage to snag something like that?"

"You came to talk. You came. You talked. Now leave," Harvey said, getting agitated.

"You know Harvey," Vincent said completely ignoring him, "I got to ask you something."

Harvey didn't respond as he was furiously holding the door open. Vincent ignored it and continued.

"Why don't you like Queen?"

Harvey's angry composure fell off his face as his blood went cold.

"I mean, my father listens to them all the time, and Max, well, she looked kind of sad when you refused to take a picture with her," Vincent said, placing the picture back on Harvey's desk, "You wouldn't want a pretty girl like her to be sad, now would you?"

Harvey was in shock. He knew Max by name. Vincent had him followed a month ago, and he knew it. The big men he saw wasn't just a coincidence. He knew he had seen them before, and that was at Vincent's restaurant.

"I bet she'd be really sad if something ever happened to her Harvey. Eh, who knows? Maybe I just might be there to console her," the man said, walking through the door.

"Let the case go, Harvey. It'll be better for the both of us." Vincent said as he turned to leave out the door. Before he could go any further, Harvey pulled the Italian's collar, grabbing onto each sides of his shirt as he almost threw Vincent through the window. He shoved him against the glass, almost yelling at him.

"If you even think for a second you could intimidate me, you have it wrong, Vincent," Harvey spewed as the Italian was trying to get out of his clutches, "If you ever threaten me again, I'll kick your ass. But if you even think of threatening my girlfriend, I will pull out every tooth you have with my bare hands so you never can wear that shit-eating grin, you son of a bitch."

Shoving the man off of the glass, Vincent Giovinazzo fixed his suit before exiting the door. As he was walking, a beautiful brunette woman happened to arrive at the door of Harvey's office, expecting her boyfriend to be the only one in the room. Max's eyebrows furrowed; the man looked familiar, and not in a good way.

"Hello," she said politely to the man in front of her, sticking her hand out, "You must be..."

"Vincent Giovinazzo the Third, my dear," Vincent slyly said, taking her hand. He turned it over and placed a light kiss on the top of her hand.

The second he uttered his name, Max remembered sitting on the couch with Mike, going over the file with him. She had actually met Lawrence on several different occasions, and he was truly an honest man. Vincent was a mob boss, there was no denying that. He had powerful people in powerful places. Some of those powerful people had powerful threats and weapons. He never was charged with any crime, because the victims either dropped the charges, or mysteriously moved to Wisconsin. He was a dangerous man, with a dangerously large ego, possibly enough to rival Harvey's, and even her own.

But her mother taught her to smile at people she hated.

"Pleasure," she said.

Vincent nodded towards Harvey before leaving. As the Italian was making his way out of the office, Max turned to see Harvey's eyes in an angry and panic state. He was physically composed, but Max could tell he was freaking out and fighting to hold a punch in on the inside. She didn't have to be a genius to realize the man said something to Harvey that caused him to slightly lose control of himself. Whatever he did say though, Max couldn't let Harvey lose his mojo. She needed Harvey on his A-game, no matter what. The only person that should see Harvey weak and unsure of himself was Max, with no exceptions. Right now, Max needed Harvey to get comfortable, and the only way he could if he was in control. If he was in his home, he was in control.

"Your place tonight, instead?" She said, wrapping an arm around his waist.

The man looked at the woman, watching as her eyes looked into his. Harvey smiled, pulling her close before leaving his office with Max. It was like they shared the same brain. She always knew what to do to bring him back to the top of the tower when he slipped down a peg or two. Arm in arm, they were heading out of his office and towards the elevator. As they were rounding the corner, a pair of high heels appeared, and the legs in those heels appeared as well. Those legs, Max realized, belonged to Jessica Pearson. Max's first initial thought was to rip herself from Harvey. But business hours were over, and at the time she was so exhausted that she really just didn't care. As soon as Jessica spotted the couple, her eyes brightened, and she began walking towards the two.

"Just the person who I needed to see," Jessica said, arriving directly in front of the couple.

"Can't I worry about pro-Bono's tomorrow, Jessica? My face needs some beauty sleep," Harvey said, almost in a whining tone.

"Save yourself the flattery, Harvey. I wasn't talking to you."

It took Max a good five seconds to realize that Jessica was talking directly to her.

"Me?"

"Her?" Harvey said incredulously.

"Her," Jessica said, walking around the couple, "Maxine, if you would be polite as to come to my office with me."

Max was never one to freak out, but it seemed like when Jessica Pearson wanted to talk to her privately in her office, she was allowed to slightly be freaked out.

"I'll meet you downstairs," Max quietly told Harvey, who was questioning if Max got fired for her conversation with Louis, or if Harvey himself just got his girlfriend fired. With a quick kiss, Max turned and followed Jessica towards her office. As Harvey turned and pressed the down elevator button, he couldn't shake the feeling of worry out of his system. What the hell was this woman doing to him? Harvey was never worried about anything, let alone anyone, and yet here he was, standing in front of the open elevator, not willing himself to enter the lift. He turned towards the office, hoping that Max would come out quickly. This situation caught him at an awfully bad time. He was already roughed up because of the Italian mob boss; he didn't need Jessica to fluff his feathers even more. Five minutes, Harvey told himself as he sat on the benches in front of the elevator. Five minutes, if she wasn't out, he'd get up and wait downstairs.

Rachel's laugh filled the hallway as she was walking towards Mike's apartment. After a month into dating the blond again, Rachel remembered why she liked Mike in the first place. He was sweet, and caring, and so smart. He was very easy on the eyes as well, and she didn't mind that at all. He was quirky, but she was as well. It felt good to be going back to Mike's place again. She had missed being able to cuddle on his couch, or browse his books. She just missed him in general.

"It's not that funny," Mike said, hiding his blush.

"You read a dictionary, Mike, for fun," She said, giggling again.

"Well, for your information, it was very beneficial when it came to writing resumes."

"Oh, I see," Rachel said, "For what legal job?"

Mike's comeback died in his throat as they arrived at his front door. He dug into his pocket, looking for his keys. He didn't know what was going to happen, he just hoped Rachel would stay with him for as long as she could. As he finished unlocking his door, the woman quickly entered the home, remembering that everything was in the same place the last time she was here. The smell of his home was just like Mike; manly and musky. It was comfortable to remember.

Mike gave a small grin, "Give me a second."

He began pulling his tie off, walking into his washroom. He kept his sleepwear in the bathroom for emergencies. Leaving the door open a crack, he placed the tie over the sink, unbuttoning his shirt. As he got to the last button, he heard the door crack open, seeing Rachel. She leaned against the frame, her hair slightly falling off of her face. The brunette walked closer to the blond, remembering the showers they shared, the fights over the mirror in the morning, the quick make-out sessions they had in the small little room. He looked gorgeous, just as she always saw him. His shirt loosely hung over his figure as his belt was unbuckled. Mike watched as Rachel slowly moved closer to him, the beauty capturing all of his attention. His hands remained at his side as she stopped right beside him, feeling the warmth of his body.

None of them made a move, but they could both feel the tension between each other. Mike's hands flexed as Rachel bit her lip. Better now than never, Mikey boy, he thought to himself. Shutting all other thoughts, he pressed his lips onto Rachel's, feeling relief. His hands held her cheeks, pulling her closer to him. Her hands covered his own, pulling him out of the bathroom and towards the bed. She slowly sat down as Mike followed her, kneeling down on the bed. She pulled away, looking into Mike's eyes.

"Just like Greece, huh?" He said, traces of a smile on his face.

She mirrored his smile.

"No. It's better."

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UP NEXT: Louis is your typical dick, Harvey has a heartattack... and Max cleans out her cubicle.

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