Hey Everyone!

I know, another long wait, but trust me, this chapter is good! I wanted to get everything perfectly correct, just for you guys.

In this chapter, the air becomes clearer as we realize what actually happened to Max and Rachel on that day. Plus, we find out what brought Vincent to Harvey's office.

On the note of that, people have asked me who I imagine when I write out Vincent Giovinazzo III. At first, I pictured him as Ray Liotta in Goodfellas, but before I even started creating that character I realized he didn't fit my description of "Vincent". But I did find my Vincent, and he fits it perfectly. So if you're wondering who Vincent is, he would be Ross McCall's character Matthew Keller from the great USA television series, "White Collar". Trust me, if you watch the show, for every time Vincent speaks, think of it in Matthew Keller's voice. Just makes everything sound so much better.

Well, enjoy!

P.S. Suits is not mine.

"Why is your doctor calling you?"

Rachel held the phone out to Max, who cautiously took the small device in her hands. Staring blankly at the screen, she looked at the woman across from her, who had the accusing look to her face. Maxine sighed; she never really had good excuses when it came to things like this, so the truth was the only way to go.

"He's not a doctor. He's a coroner."

Ignoring Rachel's shocked look, she answered the phone, placing it on her ear.

"Doctor Boster," Max said in a neutral tone, "how are you?"

"Good, actually," said the male voice from the other side, "I know this is very odd for me to call-"

Max cut him off, "I understand. You were important to her."

She could imagine the silver-haired man nod in agreement, walking around with his lanky figure, "Well, yes. But the reason that I called is if you would give me permission to see her grave? After all, it is today."

Max's heart dropped.

How the hell could she forget the anniversary of her mother's death? Was she that busy that she didn't remember the day that her mother died? She had a perfect memory. Everyday of her life was to be remembered in high definition, to the last detail. So how in God's name could this woman forget the day that changed her life forever? The day that her mother was ripped away from her? Max knew that eventually she would have remembered why this date was so important, but she should have known from the second she woke up. She blamed it on her sickness.

"That's silly Doctor Boster," Max said softly, "You don't need my permission to see her."

"You were her daughter."

"And that's my call; You don't need my permission."

"Thank you Maxine," the doctor said.

"Max," she corrected.

"Well, Max, I hope to see you soon."

"But not too soon," Max said with humour.

She heard a chuckle before she hung up. Placing the phone on table, Max quickly turned to Rachel, who was clearly listening to the entire conversation. She could see that the caramel-skinned beauty had a neutral face on, but underneath that mask was the look of pity and sorrow. The hazel-eyed woman just shook her head.

"It's fine," she said with a dismissive hand, "she's been gone for eleven years."

"You still miss her though," Rachel said in a low tone.

Max nodded, "Everyday."

A thought had occurred to Max, causing her to get up from her comfortable position on the couch. Ignoring Rachel, who followed her, she walked towards her bookcase, grabbing one of the three copies of Wuthering Heights. She opened the book, pulling the spine out ever so slightly. She tilted the book, having a white gold ring fall into her open waiting hand. Rachel's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Max toyed with the ring in her hand. The woman sighed. Eleven years her father had been looking for the exact ring in her hand. Scratch that, he'd been looking for this ring for twenty-eight years, and here she was, holding it. She contemplated what to do; it was her anniversary, and she did sort-of change her mind on her father. Maybe... he needed the ring more than Max?

Maybe this was her moment for closure?

Before she could do anything, her phone rang, notifying her that it was a text. She pulled out the small device, looking at the screen.

'Donna: Text Message'

Odd. She opened the text message.

'I need your help.'

Max, curious, sent a text back.

'What do you need?'

"Who is it?" Rachel asked, walking up beside her.

"Donna. She needs my help, apparently."

"And the ring?" The caramel-skinned woman asked.

Max smiled, "It's my mom's. And dad's."

Rachel couldn't respond because Donna texted again. Max opened the text, her eyes widening at the screen. She passed the phone to the girl beside her, who read over the texts quickly, having her eyes widen.

'I need you to pick up a pregnancy test. I think I might be with child.'

Canned soup, nightly medicine, water bottles, and gummy worms were the items that occupied the basket that Rachel had draped over her arm as she held a pregnancy test in her hands. She turned the small item over and over in her hands before throwing the item back on the shelf. Max, who was beside her looking at another test, smiled at Rachel's reaction, noticing that she was just as anxious as she was.

"Donna said to take our time, Rach. She doesn't want Harvey to suspect anything."

Rachel huffed in boredom, "I know, but can't we hurry along with this thing? Someone might see me here..."

"Which is why we drove seven blocks to get our items," Max said, taking the basket from Rachel and placing the box in the red plastic. As she was walking away, she heard another item being thrown into the basket. She looked down to see that there were now two pregnancy tests. Max turned to Rachel with a raised eyebrow.

"Could be a false negative. Two tests to make sure that doesn't happen," Rachel said, walking ahead of Max to reach the cash register. After avoiding the accusing look of the cashier, they paid for their items, grabbing the bags and rushing towards the car. Max quickly hid the tests in her bag as she walked outside where Ray was patiently waiting, leaning against the passenger door.

"Ray, I cannot thank you enough for driving us around the city," Max said as Rachel got in the car.

"No problem at all," the driver said, holding the door open for Max as she slid in. From the corner of his eye, he could see the pregnancy test hidden in Max's purse. As Ray shut the door, his heart stopped in realization. Max had a pregnancy test in her purse. Max, who was dating his boss, who was Harvey. Harvey, who was the one person in the world who wasn't good with kids, was having a kid. Ray shook his head, Max couldn't be pregnant, right? Harvey was smarter than that. He couldn't be having a kid. It just... wasn't a good time.

Whatever it was, Ray walked around the car and got into the driver's seat. He didn't have time to think about the love life of Maxine Harris and Harvey Specter.

The skyline was beautiful, Max realized, as she stood on the thirtieth floor of Satin & Satin Incorporated. She clutched her handles on her bag as it rested on her shoulder. This was her first time in her father's building. It was a stereotypical business office; bland and plain, but serious and intimidating at the same time. No one spoke or joked around, everyone did their job solemnly. It was something Max hated, and she knew that she chose the right career. As she was still waiting for someone to notice her, a secretary caught sight of a woman in pyjamas, sitting on the plush couches. She approached her cautiously and accusingly.

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

Max's eyebrows rose, "Yes, I'd like to speak to Julian Satin, please."

The woman scoffed, rolling her eyes, "May I ask who is requesting to see him?"

The brunette woman smiled.

"His daughter."

The colour drained from the secretary's face as her jaw slacked. After a minute of her face staying that way, the woman gathered herself together before nodding to Max, scurrying off into the depths of the office. Max smirked; if she had built a relationship with her father she would probably have been able to bring the wrath of God upon his workers. At the same time, she was glad that no one knew who she was. Well, now they probably knew, considering the secretary possibly just told the entire office that Julian's prodigal daughter has returned.

As Max was debating whether or not to choose between a stick or a bat to defend herself against the army of curious employees, the secretary came rushing towards her, waving her fingers to tell her to come with her. Max got off of the couch, following the short woman who was scurrying between cubicles. As Max passed the people sitting, all eyes followed her. She now knew for sure that she could easily bring the house down on all of these employees. Max arrived at a large door in between two gray walls. As she hid behind the wall, she noticed the difference between Pearson Hardman and Satin & Satin; Pearson Hardman was much more homier than her father's workplace. The secretary knocked on the door, sticking her head in while mumbling something to the open office. She nodded, then opened the door completely, offering Max to walk through the door. With a sigh, Max turned the corner, walking into her father's office.

His eyes were lit with curiosity and happiness as his daughter walked into his office.

"Maxine," Julian said standing, "Please, take a seat."

The young woman nodded, settling in the comfortable chair. Julian sat along with her, placing his papers away, giving his full attention to his daughter sitting in front of him.

"It's very odd, seeing you here."

"I know," Max said going into her bag, "but I had to give you something..."

Julian's eyebrow rose as Max clutched her hand, stretching it out towards him. He turned his palm upwards, allowing Max to drop the item in his hand. She placed the small object in his rough palm, staring at Julian's face. She noticed his eyes when from curious to stunned in a matter of seconds. He held the item closer to himself, holding the item, which was the white gold ring he shared with his ex-wife. Max could see the relief in his eyes, but also the sadness from the memories he shared with his Jojo. He ended up clutching the item, looking at Max with glassy eyes.

"Where was it?" Her father said in a low tone.

"It was on the neck of the Bordeaux, covered in a false wax," Max said solemnly.

She heard her father chuckle, "She loved her crime shows."

The brunette woman laughed, "Yeah, she did."

It was quiet for a while, until the shutter of Julian's breath caught Max's attention.

"Why now, Maxine? Why give me this now? Out of all days?"

Max ran a hand through her hand, "It's because today is... the day it happened. It feels... right," she continued, "It's weird. Once I remembered it was Mom's day, something inside me just had to get that to you," she pointed to the ring, "I don't need it. I've got my memories of Mom. But you need everything you can get."

He looked at her with a small smile on his face, "I don't know what your mother did to make you such a beautiful woman-"

"She raised me right," Max said in a soft tone, "She taught me from right and wrong. She taught me that when someone needed by help and support, that I step up to the plate and help them out."

She stood up, "I don't cower away, trying to think that they don't exist."

Julian nodded.

"I know."

Max, appalled, let him continue.

"You know?" She asked, mocking him.

"I was scared Maxine," he told her in a resigned tone, "I didn't know how to deal with a small child, let alone a seventeen year old girl. To add fuel to the fire, you hated me. What was I supposed to do?"

"Fight for me," she said desperately, "You should have fought for your own flesh and blood. You should have fought for her flesh and blood."

She was on the verge of tears, "If you loved her so much, why didn't you protect someone she loved with all her heart? Didn't you think I needed you when I lost her?"

"I lost her too," he said standing, "I lost the one person I loved the most. The person I thought the world of."

"So why didn't you fight for me?"

"Because you look just like her, Maxine."

Max exhaled.

"I couldn't bear seeing your face," a tear rolled down his cheek, "I know that it's not what you thought, but I couldn't bear looking at the exact replica of her. Seeing her face after she was gone was like... I was being taunted. You were a constant reminder of what I lost, and it hurt."

Her glassy eyes couldn't hold her tears anymore.

"But you still could have stayed..."

Julian hurried around his desk, walking towards Max. As soon as he was in arms distance of her, he grabbed her into his arms, letting her silent tears fall. Slowly, she wrapped her arms around the waist of her father. As soon as she got comfortable, she held onto him for dear life. It was a moment that not only Max cherished, but Julian cherished as well.

"I still can't forgive you," she said slowly.

She felt her father nod, "I know."

She pulled away, wiping her tears. She noticed that Julian's thumb stroked her cheek. Max realized that her father was actually very tall. She herself was five foot six, and Harvey was just over six feet. But her father, although old, was still a good six foot four. With icy blue eyes, and a strong demeanour, no wonder people thought he was intimidating.

"Oh, I almost forgot," she said going through her bag again. Julian noticed two boxes within the confines of her bag, but couldn't make out the design in time. Max gave an envelope to Julian, who with a odd look, opened the envelope. He was instantly confused.

"Why are you giving me the cheque back?" Julian said, holding the item.

Max shrugged her shoulders, "I don't need two hundred million dollars."

"Are you sure you're alright in there?" Her father asked, tapping her head.

She smiled, lightly pushing his hand away, "I'm serious. I don't need the money. I'm perfectly comfortable with what I make, and what I make is a lot more than what I need."

"But it's your trust fund, Maxine. What am I supposed to do with it?"

She grinned as she walked backwards out of the office, "I don't know... give it to charity."

She stopped at the door, looking back at her father smiling at her.

"And you can call me Max."

As she opened the door, she gave a small wave to her father, which caused one of the straps on her purse to fall, revealing the contents ever so slightly. Max must have forgotten what was in the purse, because when her father caught sight of the box again, he got a good look at the box in her bag. Max left the office, pulling the strap over her shoulder. As she left, Julian looked as her retreating form with utter shock.

Grandpa Julian?

"I'm surprised, Max," Rachel said as her head rested against the expensive leather, "it took a lot of balls to do what you did."

"I know," said the woman across from her as they sat in the back seat of Ray's car. Max looked out of the window to see that she was in the Giovinazzo neighbourhood, "but it had to be done."

Rachel nodded in agreement, "You feel better?"

Max sighed, "Well, I guess, considering I actually have some what of a relationship with my dad."

"You mean not completely and utterly hating him?"

"The man is charming," Max said sarcastically, "I can see why my mother fell for him."

Rachel smiled, "That's quite-"

Rachel's comment died on her tongue at that moment due to the fact that the car jolted to a stop. Her and Max braced themselves as the breaks screeched in protest. Ray's foot was slammed against the brake pad, stopping the car from whatever was the obstacle. The car finally stopped, throwing the girls back into their seats. Shocked, the two girls and Ray quickly got out of the car, surveying the damage. Max noticed that there wasn't even a scratch on the car, but a foot away from the front of the vehicle was a pile of broken marble, two movers who had idiotic looks of shock and worry on their faces, and a very angry Vincent Giovinazzo, storming around in one of his preciously expensive suits.

"What the hell was that?" Vincent said screaming at the driver, "What is wrong with you, hitting my statue?"

"Your statue?" Ray said approaching the Italian, "I would have to actually touch your statue in order to hit it!"

"You callin' me a liar?"

"Absolutely," Ray said as he stood his ground.

Before Vincent could respond, a small hand was placed on his chest, pushing him away from the dark-skinned driver.

"Boys," Max said defensively, "Would you stop acting like children?"

"Not if you keep calling us boys, Miss," the Italian said with a hint of sarcasm.

Max rolled her eyes, "Grow up. We didn't hit your statue. You're just making a scene because your beloved..."

The man pierced his lips.

"Sculpture."

"Sculpture," Maxine said in a correcting tone, "has been crushed to pieces; not because of Ray, but because of the fact that you hired absolute morons to carry around what is clearly a very expensive work of art. If you picked a couple of better workers they would have dropped your precious sculpture."

"Don't use that tone with me-"

The woman cut him off, "And why not? You certainly do not have any authority over me. Last time I checked, you can't afford to be caught in another lawsuit, since half of what you earned finally went into the right pockets this time."

"Such an ugly mouth for a pretty girl," Giovinazzo almost shouted at her.

"And such a waste of air for a complete dumbass."

Recognition swept across Vincent's face.

"You're Harvey Specter's girl."

She looked him dead in the eye.

"And don't you dare forget it."

Max sashayed away from the Italian, taking Ray with her in the process. She heard Vincent yelling and muttering behind her, but she rolled her eyes at him. People like the man behind her only cared about one thing; themselves. As she got into the back seat, the last thing she saw was a raging lunatic yelling at two unsuspecting movers. Max shook her head; at least Harvey knew how to control his temper.

Sneaking past the odd looks, Rachel and Max began to make their way towards the bottom level washrooms in hopes to find a certain redhead. Approaching the door in a crooked hallway, Max tapped twice on the wood, waiting for the door to unlock. Once the click was heard, the two women scurried into the washroom, dumping the contents of Max's purse. Behind them, Donna leaned against the door, locking it safely. The third woman grabbed the tests from Rachel, heading to one of the stalls. The other two girls leaned against the sides of the door in anticipation.

"You should have gone to a doctor," the caramel-skinned woman told the fair-skinned redhead in the stall, "that way, you're very certain. This is just a waste of time."

"I don't want the whole world knowing that I'm knocked up. I'm pretty sure Pearson Hardman has clients that like to run their mouths when they know about problems not involving them."

Max sighed, "Can we just get this over with?"

"That's what I'm saying. End this travesty and just go see a professional, and not deal with an electronic device. But really Donna, what if you do have a kid?" Rachel asked, rubbing her stomach from her last hurling experience.

"It'll be the cutest kid ever, running around with his, or her, mess of red hair."

"Oh God," Max said, "You've doomed the kid from the start. Two redheaded parents? Just take the soul away from the kid already... You know, if you do have a bun in the oven, people will think you and Ezra are ginger supremacists."

"Maxine!" Donna screeched from the stall.

"Relax, I'm just joking," the brunette said rolling her eyes, causing Rachel to stifle a giggle, "you're very serious lately, Donna."

"Well I have every right to be," the redheaded woman said from the stall.

Before Max could respond, her cellphone rang. Her eyes came together in confusion as she dug through her bag. She pulled out the small device in her hand with her eyes widening in shock.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."

She answered the phone.

"Hi!" Max said in a completely different tone, "is this an emergency?"

Rachel looked at Maxine for an explanation. Max mouthed the word 'Harvey' to Rachel, causing the dark-skinned woman's eyes to widen.

Harvey's voice was bored, "Just making sure you're alive-"

"Fine!" Max said cutting him off, "I'm fine! Trust me; I'm okay."

"Get rid of him!" Donna whispered from behind the door.

"...Okay," she could hear that Harvey was suspicious, "I'll come at seven-"

"I'll call you," she said over-top of his voice, "Don't worry about me. Bye babe!"

She hung up the phone quickly, breathing a sigh of relief. She loved Harvey. God, did she love Harvey, with all of his perfections, and his flaws, and everything he could offer. He was the most perfect boyfriend Max could ever ask for, and more. He kept his silence sometimes, and that's what she adored about him as well. But, as God as her witness, she could punch him in the face for all the snooping that Harvey did. Harvey loved knowing everything, but sometimes, ignorance was bliss. At that moment, Harvey should be thankful he didn't know what was going on in the women's bathroom on the main floor.

Max's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bathroom stall unlocking. Donna quickly walked out of the stall, holding two pregnancy tests in her hand. Setting them on the counter, she crossed her arms in anticipation as she tapped her foot in annoyance. Rachel bit her lip while waiting, and Max noticed she needed a manicure soon.

"How long is it supposed to be?" Rachel asked slowly.

"Uh," Donna pointed to the one on the right, "this one should be done soon. The other has another minute, maybe?"

"Do you want a boy?" Max asked slowly.

"Doesn't matter to me. A kid's a kid. Hopefully I'll love it, regardless of the gender."

"Or it's hair colour," Rachel interjected.

The three of them started to laugh.

"Could you imagine if the baby wasn't a redhead? Because that would honestly be the highlight of my life," Max said as she leaned against the counter.

"If anything, the baby would be blond, since it's the closest to red," Donna said wringing her hands together.

"Max," Rachel said, making eye contact with the woman.

"Do you want kids? With Harvey, if it gets to that point."

Max thought about it for a second. Kids? Really? Max didn't have a problem with kids; after all, sometimes she was one herself. But to have a child, with Harvey... it was easier said than done. Harvey may be a loving man, but giving him a child was like figuring out how to do a math equation the first time. It was a complicated and very messy process. She'd seen him with kids. He wasn't bad with them, if he treated them like mini-adults. Max knew Harvey wasn't ready for kids. Not yet, but maybe.

"Whatever happens, happens," Max said softly.

Donna's hand shot out to grab the pregnancy test. Max stood beside her, looking at the small item in the other woman's hand. Slowly, the picture became clear.

A minus sign.

"Oh thank God," Donna said sighing in relief, "Not pregnant."

Max turned to her, "Congratulations, I guess?"

Donna put the test down to hug Max tightly. The brunette started to laugh as Donna grabbed her body roughly, removing any stress she had before and releasing it in the hug she had with Max. Patting her lightly on the shoulder, the two women pulled away from each other. Wiping a tear away, Donna began to gather herself up.

"Guys?" Rachel said holding up the second test.

The two other women looked at each other before walking towards Rachel. They all gathered around the test, having their eyes trail the small screen. All three of them were dead silent.

A plus sign.

It was quiet between the three of them; Rachel, who was confused as to what to say, Donna, who was going into shock, and Max, who was thinking deeply about the situation.

"Well," Max said slowly, "we bought two tests to make sure that either you were pregnant and you were not pregnant. Now look what the hell happened. One tests says positive, one test says negative. We're still confused as hell, and we are still at square one."

All three of them shook their heads.

"Irony," they all said simultaneously.

Another silence over came the three.

"I told you to go to the doctor's," Rachel said to Donna.

Donna rolled her eyes as she shoved the tests in the garbage, heading out of the washroom. As she unlocked the door, she swung it open, revealing a crowd of people creating a path for someone. Max and Rachel followed the redhead out in time to see several medical teams pack into the elevators. Looking at one another, Max ran ahead of the small group, noticing that people were whispering about a fist fight between a lawyer and a civilian. Max spotted Ray in the crowd. As soon as Ray's eyes hit hers, she came walking towards him.

"What's going on?" Max asked the man.

"From what I heard, Vincent came to see Harvey."

Max's heart stopped.

"Harvey's not-"

"Oh no, Max, I didn't mean to scare you," Ray said rubbing her shoulder, "breathe, relax... you don't want to stress yourself, alright? Just take it easy."

What the hell? Max thought to herself.

"Harvey is fine. Vince was the one who got the worst of it."

As soon as the words flew out of his mouth, Max ran towards the elevator.

Harvey Specter was an idiot.

There you have it! The other half of the story.

ON THE NEXT TAOP: A search on behalf of a friend leads Harvey to have a conversation with Max's mother.

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xoxo N.