Hey Everyone!

School has started, and oddly enough I have had no time to upload, but a lot of time to write. No internet connection in my classes, I'm afraid.

ON THE FINALE: AHHHH! OMG! Fucking Trevor, honestly. I hope that weasel gets kicked in the face. Harvey/Mike interaction was awesome, and I'm very curious to see what the hell is Donna and Harvey's ritual? For that matter, Mike & Jenny's as well. Speaking of Jenny... honestly, she just needs to go. The actress (Vanessa Ray) is awesome, but the character... ugh, I prefer Meghan Markle's Rachel Zane, who in this episode made my jump for joy. God bless you in trying to make things right with Mike. Granted, it was your voicemail that caused Trevor to go apeshit. But, we can't win everything. Donna was amazing, and Harvey was your typical badass (preferably the scene with the officer, Mike, and the suspect in the suspect's home after Trevor scared the shit out of the guy), and with a bruised cheek/eye... I'll leave it at that as I fan myself.

Hope you enjoy!

P.S. Disclaimer: I don't own Suits

His foot was shaking as Oliver Klades sat in the Conference Room C, holding his daughter's hand. Karly Klades was clearly more calm than her father, keeping a grip on her father's rough fingers. Her father was jittery all the time, making sure everything went according to plan with her trial. She was sick of it really; sick of everyone looking at her differently, sick of being treated like a delicate flower, sick of her father treating her like a wounded baby. He used to wrestle with her, play video games with her, do guy things together. Now, in her father's eyes, she was a broken little girl, and the only thing her father wanted to do was fix her.

But the thing is; she wasn't a little girl anymore, and she didn't want to be fixed.

"So Karly testifies, the evidence backs it up, and you sir, will have won your case," Harvey said as he was reviewing Oliver and his daughter. Trial was in two weeks, and Harvey was always extra prepared.

Karly shifted in her seat, and her father noticed.

"Karly, would you mind if I went over the rest of the case with Mister Specter, alone?"

The blond nodded mutely, and began to leave the conference room. She hazily walked past the lawyers and the secretaries, heading to the lounge area in the entrance. She hadn't known where she was going, and bumped into someone, causing papers to fly everywhere. The young girl shook her head. She really needed to pay attention to where she was walking.

"I'm sorry," Karly said, bending down to help clean up the mess.

"Ah, it's fine. All of us have our days where we just knock shit over," the person said, smiling as papers were being picked up.

"Tell me about it," Karly agreed, helping pick up the last of the sheets, giving it to the person she bumped into.

"Karly Klades," the blond stuck her hand out.

"Maxine Harris, but just call me Max," the brunette said, plastering a genuine smile on her face as she accepted the handshake.

"Max," Karly said, odd to her tongue, "Cool name."

"Ah, it has its downfalls."

The green-eyed woman smiled, "You're too nice to be a lawyer."

"Don't say that in court though," Max said laughing.

The older woman of the two offered Karly to walk with her, and the blond nodded, following her new acquaintance to wherever she led her too. Karly soon found out that Maxine Harris was one of the top lawyers in the firm, judging by how nice her office was, and the name on the door. For some strange reason, that gave Karly hope. That women could be powerful.

"I heard about your case," Max said as she shut her office door.

Karly nodded, "It's not pretty, that's for sure."

"Well, if it means anything to you, I believe your side."

"Thank you. It actually means a lot," Karly said, wandering around the office. She rested her back against the windows, facing the office. Her eyes caught hold of several pictures sitting on the brunette's desk. Some with the woman and an unfamiliar blond man, and also with another brunette woman. But it was the ones of Max and Karly's lawyer Harvey Specter that caught her eye. One picture was both of them looking at the camera with Harvey's arm around Max, and another of them at a bar, both of them making a ridiculous face at the person taking the picture. The last one was of them sitting on the edge of the Bethesda Fountain in Central Park, with them both facing each other, smiling and just inches away from kissing each other, clearly unaware of someone snapping a picture of them.

"You're dating Harvey?" Karly said, surprised.

Max sighed, "Almost four months, unfortunately."

"If Harvey was going to be dating anyone, it had to be someone who was almost as powerful as him, I suppose."

"Wow, you've known Harvey for a long time?" The woman said, settling into the chair.

"Not really. My father is always telling me that Harvey's a cocky son of a bitch, but he's good at his job."

"Your father is a smart man," Max said, leaning into her chair.

"But he's just so... over protective of me," the blond uttered out, sinking into one of the chairs in front of Max's desk, "It's becoming too much, you know? Ever since my mom left him, all of his focus is on me, and I think I'm suffocating."

Max frowned internally. Karly really didn't know how lucky she was to have a father that actually cared about her. She still had her mother too, that was still a big part of her life. Max never had a father, and her mother was ripped away from her too soon. Max leaned forward, placing her hands onto her desk before folding them together.

"Karly, I know it's tough having someone hover over you constantly, believe me it's happened to me before," Max remembered how she got Harvey to finally confess why he was so frantic after Vincent paid him a visit. He seemed to hover over her a bit more after the threat, "But you should know that he's doing it out of love, and you should be thankful that he's there."

"Haven't your parents ever been so over-protective?" Karly asked.

Max sighed. She knew this question was coming, "My father left when I was still a fetus, and my mother was working a lot, so I never really had anyone to hover over me," she took in Karly's pity, "Don't worry, I've gotten over it. But you should be happy that someone is watching over you Karly, and be glad it's not from above."

Karly realized that Max didn't have her parents anymore, and it showed her a new-found respect for her father.

"Thank you, Max. I really needed this."

Max smiled, "Anytime."

Before Maxine could say anything, her eyes caught onto Harvey about to enter her office, with Oliver Klades trailing behind him. Karly also followed Max's gaze, realizing that it was time for her to leave the office and head home. She stuck her hand out again, and Max took it effortlessly. She turned to leave the office, until she stopped an turned around.

"Do you think we could have lunch sometime?" Karly asked.

Max drew her head back, "I'm sorry?"

"You know, a lunch date? You seem like the type of person who is willing to listen, and I thought-"

The brunette held her hand up, "I understand."

Karly smiled, "Thank you."

"You're very welcome," Max said smiling as she guided Karly out of the office, both of them sharing smiles as the blond snaked an arm around her father's torso as they walked out of the firm. Harvey turned to Max, a curious smile on his face as he leaned against the door frame.

"Trying to steal my clients, Miss Harris?"

Max rolled her eyes as she walked to her desk, "Please, it's not like I'd have to try that hard."

Harvey's eyebrows rose, "Wow. Two weeks in the big girl chair and you're ready to sit at the big table."

The brunette looked up at Harvey from under her eyebrows.

"I'll see you at lunch, Harvey," Max said indifferently, causing Harvey to roll his eyes at her as he began to leave.

He couldn't help but bother her. She was rather sexy when she took charge.

Donna was walking with Norma as they were coming from their lunch break. Laughing as she was walking the other woman to her desk, she said a quick goodbye before heading back to her own desk. Her eyes caught onto the redhead man sitting in her chair. She shook her head; the man didn't give up. She walked to her desk, practically pushing the blue-eyed man out of her chair.

"Ooh, feisty," Ezra said, giving her a gleaming smile.

"Oh sweetheart," Donna said, placing her phone to her ear, "You haven't seen feisty at her finest."

He laughed, "I can't wait to see more."

"Patience, my darling," the woman said, quickly speaking into the phone before placing back into its spot.

"I heard something this morning," Donna said, typing away at her computer.

"Oh?" Ezra focused on her.

"You're Max's secretary now?"

The man shook his head, "She's nice. Like a humble Harvey."

"'Harvey' and 'humble' in one sentence? Really?"

"I'll think before I speak next time."

"Please and thank you."

The redheaded man smiled, "Dinner at nine?"

"You better be here at eight," the redheaded woman retorted.

"Seven thirty it is."

Ezra got up, looking around quickly for any partners or associates. When he couldn't find any, he gave a quick kiss on Donna's cheek before he pulled himself away from the desk, heading towards his new cubicle in front of Max's office. Donna couldn't help but smile and follow him with her eyes. It wasn't her fault in reality; Ezra had a gorgeous ass.

"No! No! He's on the upper level!"

Rachel sat on Max's couch, wine at hand, as she was yelling at the television. Max was on the other side of the couch, while Mike sat in between them. The only difference was Mike was sitting on the floor, with his back leaning against the couch. Mike and Max both held controllers to the X-BOX 360 that was currently running Call of Duty: Black Ops. After a long day at work, Max had decided to spend the evening with Rachel, inviting her back to her place. Mike, fortunately, picked that specific time to ask Max if she would have wanted to spend the night at her place, playing X-BOX. After simultaneously deciding to hang out after a 'what the hell?' from all three of them, dinner morphed into moving watching which transformed into Mike and Max annihilating every zombie that came into view. Following Rachel's instructions, Max found the lone zombie, and proceeded to kill him.

"Headshot," Max shouted.

"Stop rubbing it in," Mike said, shooting an arm off of the one-armed, now no-armed, zombie.

After three seconds, Max shouted again.

"Headshot."

"How?" The man said, getting frustrated while causing his girlfriend to fall into a giggling fit.

"You need to stop sucking at this game," the older woman said, easily killing a group of zombies.

"And you need to stop paying for dinner. First, Harvey sticks you with a bill, which I may add was as much as my mortgage. Second was that time where I was so baked out of my mind I forced you to buy me three large pizzas, and now this time-" Mike cut himself off, finally getting his first headshot.

He turned to Max with a satisfied look on his face. Max, raising an eyebrow, used her double guns to kill two zombies via headshot. Mike turned to the screen, where in bold white letters announced, 'Double Headshot'.

"Bitch."

"Wow, that hurt," Max uttered out sarcastically as she tried killing the circle of zombies around her. Unfortunately, Mike forgot that he was playing a game, and let Max's character die, causing them to lose the game. The brunette threw her remote in the air, letting it spin and twirl. It flew behind the couch, cluttering against the floor. Not that Max cared if it broke, she could con her way into Harvey buying her a new one. Mike turned to face her sheepishly, with a childish smile on his face.

"I'm about to smack you, you know that?" She said in a serious tone.

"Can it be after the Chinese comes? Which, just letting you know, you're paying for..." Mike said, getting up and moving to the kitchen. Rachel turned to Max, thinking hard about what Mike said.

"Harvey made you pay for dinner?"

"It's a long story," Max said taking a long sip from her wine, "Which I'm about to tell you. He was being a narcissistic ass-wipe all dinner, until a few of his clients came and stole him away from me, and forgot about me when the cheque came around."

"How much?"

"One thousand seven hundred twenty seven dollars and forty-six cents, with tax," Mike's voice said as it echoed off the inside of the refrigerator.

Rachel, shocked, turned to Max. She lifted her glass, placing a smirk on her face.

"Douche-bag."

"No, the Harvey Specter special," Max said, touching her glass with the woman in front of her.

"Well, the real tragedy is that she waited for him," the blond said as he was leaning against the kitchen counter, drinking orange juice straight out of the carton.

"Because I was a proud woman, and I was waiting for the right moment to kick his ass," the woman said turning to face her neighbour, pointing an accusing finger at the man in her kitchen, "And haven't we established that you and orange juice is like Louis and a woman?"

"It defies the laws of the universe." Rachel said quietly beside her as she took a small sip from her wine.

Max smiled at her while Mike was speaking, "Did you tell Harvey the real reason why you stayed?"

The woman sobered up. Of course Mike would be the only person in the world to know the truth about why Max decided to stay and wait for Harvey at the bar on that night. Rachel saw the look on Max's face, as well as Mike's, and decided that she was going to be ballsy and ask the same question.

"What is the real reason?"

Maxine's eyes trailed the crimson liquid in her drink, "Mike told me a lot about Harvey, long before I met him. Sure, he was an ass, and yeah, he made Mike work so hard that I practically force fed him."

"I gained five pounds because of you," a voice said coming from the kitchen.

"Because you ate the food that I did and didn't make for you, dumbass... and put the orange juice down already, you're making me anxious," she said before turning back to Rachel, "Harvey was working Mike to the bone, being a very demanding boss. I thought he was horrible to Mike...until I heard about the time where Harvey spotted Mike's rookie dinner, and the time where he defended his driver because he was loyal to the man, and...well, that time where the idiot almost got shot for trying to get the other idiot's friend Trevor out of a situation."

"That was pre-Maxine awesomeness, I assume," Rachel said, resting her head in her hand.

"You assume correct," Max said before continuing, "As Harvey left with his friends the night of our first date, I was so mad that I was going to drop his ass for all the shit he did. But as I was leaving, I saw him give an encouraging pat on the back of one of his friends. Just that little pat reminded me that Harvey can be a good guy, and that even though Harvey will never utter the words, but he cares for Mike... and anyone who will put their ass on the line for someone I care about is worth my time. My limited time, but my time nonetheless."

Rachel had been observing Max as she was speaking about Harvey. A laugh escaped her lips, causing Max to tilt her head in curiosity.

"What?"

The brunette looked at Maxine.

"You're falling in love with him."

Max's breath blew out of her mouth in a stutter, "I'm sorry, I seem to be hallucinating. You said-"

"That you are falling in love with Harvey Specter," Rachel said, placing her glass on the table as she got comfortable, "Admit it; you are falling head over heels for Harvey."

It was as if Max's heart stopped for a moment. She knew she was falling for Harvey, but the realization that she was falling in love with him caused her to feel like her world just dropped. It was scary; thinking of sharing your life with someone else, being with that one person for that moment in your life. Having a specific and special bond with that someone. For Max, trusting Harvey with every bone in your body was almost like Max giving her 1943 Bordeaux to a child. To give something that important to someone was something the brunette never planned on doing, and yet here she was, giving her all to the one and only Harvey Specter.

Holy shit.

"Holy shit," Max said under her breath.

"Yeah, you are in love with the man. That, or you have a fetish with men obsessed with Star Trek."

"Where is Captain Kirk anyway?" Mike said, flipping the semi-filled carton of orange juice around in his hands.

"Uh, late night at the office, he's closing the Grimm case with Jessica for court tomorrow before he picks me up," Max said, getting up and grabbing the empty glasses, moving towards the kitchen. As she placed the cups in the sink, she turned to Mike, trying to snatch the carton out of his hands.

"For the love of God... Mike, if the lid pops open-"

"It won't," Mike said, flipping the container behind his back, "Jesus Christ, calm yourself. You're acting like Harvey."

"I don't use puppy analogies, moron. Now put it down before I die of laughter when it explodes all over your suit."

"It's not-"

Before Mike could say "going", the lid for the carton couldn't handle the force, causing it to pop out of it's place. Fortunately for Mike, he managed to dodge out of the way, letting all of the juice spill onto Max's tile. Rachel gasped in humour as she watched the orange liquid bounce off of the floor. Max's teeth clenched as Mike's childish grin was plastered on his face. Before Max could grab the frying pan off of the stove to bludgeon Mike to death, the doorbell rang, alerting the three that their Chinese delicacies had arrived.

"Food's here!" Rachel said, mostly to herself, as she got up to move to the kitchen to set up the dinner table. The brunette walked to the door, grabbing her wallet off of the front table before answering the man on the other side.

"Maxine Harris?" the delivery guy asked, holding the paper bag of their dinner in his hands.

"That's me," Max said, pulling out two twenties for the delivery man. Before she could hand the money to the man, he shoved the paper bag in front of her, as well as a clipboard.

"You've been served," the man said in all seriousness, waiting for her signature.

Max, appalled and curious, signed the document quickly before taking the paper bag and shutting the door behind her. By now, Rachel and Mike stood beside her as she placed the paper bag on the kitchen bar. She pulled out the papers inside, flipping through the paragraphs quickly. She was wondering who had the audacity to sue her. She was good to her clients, and she didn't have any enemies. She flipped to the last page, where her eyes widened in shock. No... it couldn't be.

"Who's suing you?" Rachel asked anxiously.

Max's hazel eyes were uncharacteristically glassy with tears before taking a deep breath.

"Julian Satin."

Mike's heart ached when Max's broken eyes looked into his own blue orbs.

"My own father is suing me."

And the first cog in the system turns.

ON THE NEXT TAOP: Mike and Rachel play the guessing game, Harvey and Max have breakfast (at Tiffany's), ...and who let the Devil out of Hell?

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xoxo N.