Hey Everyone!
I know! I'm sorry I haven't updated. A busy week at school, since I've got five projects to do for four classes (when you do the math you realize one of my teachers is a prick). Here's another update; more of a filler, but if you've been having a gut feeling that Max and Harvey are going to take a tumble? Well, this is the beginning of it. Sort of (not really, I'm just hoping my brain sort-of links it around and makes it work. BUT there will be a factor as to what is going on. Okay, I got it, I'm rambling.)
Enjoy!
P.S. I do not own thy Suits.
Harvey paced around in the office. It would have been normal if it was his office, but he was pacing in Max's office, wondering where she was. She wasn't answering her phone, and she wasn't in the office. He would have said he was worried, but he was around people he didn't care about, and the urge to tell them he was worried died on his tongue. He looked up, spotting Ezra chatting on the phone, which Harvey knew it was Donna, because in reality, he thought that Ezra was too cheery at the moment. He paced quicker and quicker, until he heard a set of steps at the door, before it swung open, causing Harvey to hear the sounds of the office. His head shot up to find his brunette woman, only to find a dirty blond having his hair slicked back while wearing a leather jacket with jeans and boots.
"You did not just walk into the firm dressed like that."
"Harvey, it's Hallowe'en. We're allowed to dress like whatever we want today," Mike said with a slight grin. He noticed Harvey was in a worried state.
"If your wondering about Max, she was unlocking her front door as I was locking mine."
Harvey stopped pacing as his head shot up, "You sure?"
"Positive. She was having an early breakfast with Oliver Klade's daughter, and she went home to change her shirt, since some coffee got onto it. Said she left her phone at her place too."
Harvey sighed in relief, "So she'll be here soon."
Mike nodded, "Don't sweat it, Harvey."
As the blond put the file on the desk, him and Harvey walked out of the office side-by-side.
"What the hell are you supposed to be? Ponyboy Curtis?"
"Danny Zuko, thank you very much."
Harvey rolled his eyes.
"Get moving, Grease Lightning."
Maxine sighed, throwing the papers down on her desk. She had been through every post-card her mother had in the security box, and there was nothing. Not a single clue leading Max to the ring. She found it odd, trying to find something for her father, but she felt guilty, knowing that her father was actually the good guy after all. She knew she should hate her mother, but Max could empathize with her; if someone was going to make a biography on Jocelyn "Jojo" Harris, it would be Maxine Harris. Or Julian Satin, depending on the point of view.
"Come on, Mom," Max said to the empty space, "Give me a sign."
She looked around the room, seeing if any books fell, any cushions turned over, any lamps flickering... but nothing. There was nothing.
She threw her hands in the air, "Really Mom? After eleven years, you're still pulling bullshit moves on me?"
Still nothing.
"You're just as annoying as Harvey."
Max sighed, leaning against the kitchen counter.
For some odd reason, she felt her mom there.
"Mom, if you met Harvey, you would have been amazed. He loves himself just as much as I love myself," she said, toying with her hair, "I mean, why wouldn't he? He's gorgeous, and smart, and brazen, and..." she sighed, smiling.
"I love him."
It was the first time she said it out loud.
"Oh God, I know. After five months of being around his witty responses and snark remarks, I fell in love with the idiot." She traced the pattern on the counter, "Will I tell him though? Not yet. I want it to be just right." Max rested her head on her hand, "I know I love him, Mom. I can't imagine my life without him. It's just too painful to think about."
A thought struck her.
"Oh crap, Harvey," she said, remembering what Karly had told her that morning. Grabbing her phone, she sent two texts to Harvey, knowing that he was in court.. Getting no response, she sighed, before leaving her position. As she was walking into her room, the light on the wine cabinet was on. She found it odd, considering she didn't turn it on. What was even odder was the light that was on. Usually all three of the lights were on, except only one light was shining: the one above the 1943 Bordeaux.
The pieces fell into place.
"Could it really be that simple?" Max said, walking up to the glass, leaning in and taking the bottle into her hand. She put the wine bottle in front of the light bulb, trying to see through the glass. After trying hard to look through the glass, she sighed in frustration. Placing the bottle on the kitchen counter. If the ring was in the bottle, then her father could kiss that shit goodbye. But then again, if her mother opened the bottle to put the ring in it, it would have destroyed the wine. The seal didn't look like it was opened.
But...
"It's been tampered with," Max said, noticing that the wax seal was a little too bulky.
"You've got to be shitting me," she mumbled, grabbing the pumpkin carving knife. She went up to the bottle neck, inspecting it again. If she was wrong, she just destroyed the seal of a 1943 Bordeaux. With hesitant fingers, she slowly scraped off the wax, bit by bit, until she saw a sliver of silver. No, it wasn't silver.
It was white gold.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Jocelyn?" Max said hysterically, peeling off the rest of the wax that overlapped the actual seal of the 1943 Bordeaux. It came off surprisingly easy, and Max noticed the wax didn't harm the actual seal. She pulled the white gold out of the wax, picking the ring up in between her fingers.
Max laughed.
"You watched too many crime shows, Mom."
She held the expensive item in her hands, having it go over her fingers. She inspecting the ring: it was a large size, seeing that it was meant for her father. She noticed on the inside had words engraved on the ring.
"Love your heart," she whispered.
She clutched the ring tightly, holding it to her chest as she looked to the roof of her apartment, smiling.
That was her message in the bottle.
"Thanks Mom."
Donna sat at her computer as Ezra, who was embodying Humphrey Bogart at the moment, leaned on her desk. The redhead, who was currently sporting the 'Janet Leigh' look, laughed and giggled with him as she worked quietly. Seeing as Harvey was turning into a flailing fish around the office, she took it upon herself to spend some more quality time with the man sitting beside her.
"Clearly, you should have been Davis. You can't pull of Bogart."
Ezra gasped, "Says the woman who was going to be Shirley MacLaine."
"Hey, be glad I'm not Marilyn."
They giggled as Rachel, whose hair had been curly and teased, approached the two while wearing an off shoulder black shirt with a matching leather pants and jacket. The sound of her heels caused the two to look up.
"Well, if it isn't Sandy Olsson," Donna said, eyeing the leather-clad woman.
Rachel laughed, "Where's the rest of the Rat Pack?"
Ezra shrugged, "No one wanted to join in."
"Oh, well now that sucks," the blond man said as he arrived beside Rachel.
Donna smirked, "Us four next year, huh Zuko?"
"In your dreams. I like leather more than lace," Mike told her as he looked at his girlfriend.
"Tell me about it, stud."
The two laughed as they walked away, leaving the two redheads behind them. Donna turned to the man, noticing how he was picking at his fingers.
"What? Did I walk into your gin joint?"
Ezra smiled, "No. Just remembering that I promised my mother I'd visit her and take my nephews off her hands."
The woman laughed, "Well, good luck trying to get something from me."
"Come on, just a quickie?" The man said before flipping his hat twice as it landed on his head.
"Nice trick," Donna said as she continued typing on the computer.
"Where's my treat?"
The redhead smirked, "Goodbye Humphrey."
"Ah, don't worry. We'll always have Paris."
The click of the typewriter echoed off of the walls of the courtroom as Karly sat in the witness stand, avoiding the eyes trailing her, specifically from Gregory Hart, who leaned in deeply to his seat before placing a smug smirk on his face. It was as if the blond recalled that night every time she saw his face. She held her eyes closed, not wanting the face of evil etched into her brain. Harvey was good, sticking to straight forward questions, and not deviating from anything else. It was the cross examination that had Karly worried. Not that Harvey was worried; the guy was practically smooth sailing.
The brunette sat in his seat as his phone vibrated for the eighteenth time. As the defendant's lawyer was preparing his papers, Harvey took the risk and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He smirked; Max finally got around to answering him back. He was angry that she had him worried, but this was Max. He got over that pretty fast. Opening the most recent text, he noticed that Max was getting antsy.
'Harvey Specter, I swear to God you better answer me.'
He typed back quickly.
'Yes, dear?'
Her response was quick.
'Karly told me this morning that she used to date Hart! They broke up the night of the harassment!'
Harvey's blood ran cold.
'Are you sure?'
It was only one word.
'Yes.'
The man shifted in his seat uncomfortably as he swallowed hard. A curve ball. Harvey always hated those. A curve ball hit him in a shoulder one time when he was still playing baseball. It hurt like hell, since it was unexpected. This curve ball on the other hand was worse; he kept Mike off this case for a reason, since it was such a high-profile one, and the associate didn't need that kind of crap on him. If Mike was looking at the case, he would have found that little detail quickly. There would be no curve ball. There would be no sting of the attack from the damn curve ball that was thrown. Harvey should have known better than to fully trust Karly. He should have gotten every little detail to bury this guy, and yet, here he was, about to lose his first case.
"Miss Klades, you've known Mister Hart for quite sometime."
"He worked with me, yes," Karly answered.
There was a pause.
"That's not what I asked," the lawyer rebutted.
Harvey could see the case dying.
"I asked if you've known Gregory Hart for quite sometime."
"Objection," Harvey said standing, "Relevance?"
"Rephrase," the lawyer said quickly.
"Councillor, this better lead to something," the old balding man said.
The pepper-haired lawyer nodded, "It does, your honour."
Gregory Hart's lawyer paced the confined area, "Miss Klades, did you, or did you not know Mister Hart in a more familiar way, shall we say, romantic?"
"Objection," the brunette lawyer demanded, "He's deviating from the point."
"Overruled," the judge said, looking Harvey in the eye, "I would like to see where this is going."
The man looked at Karly, who was slightly trembling in her seat.
"Did you know Mister Hart in a romantic way?"
Karly licked her lips.
"Yes," she whispered.
"For the court, Miss Klades," the lawyer said.
"Yes, I did," the blond said in a louder tone.
"But you broke it off," the man said, pacing again.
"Yes," the woman said.
The lawyer stopped.
"Did you tell that to my client?"
Harvey stood up, "Objection-"
"Overruled, Mister Specter. Sit down," the lawyer said in a definite tone.
The brunette sat in his seat, feeling as if he began sinking into a dark hole. He thought he could win this case, being as he was Harvey Specter. He knew better than to go against this lawyer. He knew that there was that chance; that definite chance that maybe he would lose. He didn't take chances. The one chance he ever took was with Max, and that turned out good. He should have known better than to jump before he could push himself off the ground. He should have only taken one chance. That one chance with Max. But now, he caught himself kicking his own butt for taking a chance against going after Gregory Hart's lawyer.
The ironic thing is, Gregory Hart's lawyer was no one other than Cameron Dennis.
I know, a cliffhanger? What?
I must be going back to my old ways... (Insert Evil Chortle).
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xoxo N.