Title: Chance Meetings

Author: Razorbackgal0225

Rating: PG-13-A little language, but that's all.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, laws or situations from Suits, but I sure wish I did. Anything you don't recognize is mine.

Author's Note: And another update… I gotta say, your reviews are definitely inspiring! Thanks for reading and please, let me know what you think!

The Tenth Time

I'll admit, I stayed giddy over the whole kiss on the cheek/saying my name episode for two days. I probably shouldn't have been; I know other people's opinions aren't supposed to matter that much to me and all that noise, but seriously. A guy like Harvey showing interest in me put a definite spring in my step. I found myself smiling dreamily for no reason and being pleasant to people I didn't like. I wasn't hearing wedding bells or anything quite so drastic, but I was happy and without a doubt looking forward to seeing him again. And the next time did not disappoint. Fairly early one morning, I received an unannounced, but not unwelcome visit from a flustered young man.

"Walker, I need help," Mike Ross said as he walked into my office and dropped into the first empty chair. He was carrying an accordion file full of paper and had his messenger bag slung over his back. However, what caught my attention was the object he was carrying in his other hand.

"What is that?" I asked, eying him with a little suspicion.

He placed the item in question on my desk and gave it a little push towards me. "That is an extremely large Dr. Pepper. I remember you went through a couple that day in Harvey's office. And I'm absolutely using it now to bribe you for help."

I gingerly picked the drink and took a sip. It tasted delicious that early of a morning. "Continue," I said slowly.

"So we have this case," I raised my eyebrows at this comment, which Mike noticed, but I didn't interrupt and kept drinking. "I know, I know, you're surprised. I've got to track down these transactions or Harvey's going to throw me in the Hudson. Probably with a cement block tied to my ankle."

I smiled. "I see him as more of a sniper type of killer, not a swim with the fishes killer."

I was glad to see Mike laugh a little; he had looked pretty stressed when he came in. "Either way," he continued, pulling a manila folder out of his stack of papers, "I'm dead if I don't find where this money came from today. And I'd really like to continue to living for a little bit longer."

"And you came to me, because I'm the best, right?" I joked.

"That and Harvey threatened bodily harm if I didn't ask you. So, can you help?" he asked, looking particularly pitiful.

"Well," I drawled, having every intention of helping him, "I do have some other projects I'm supposed to be working on…"

Mike nodded. "We, well, actually Harvey anticipated that. And he sent this." He pulled a single piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to me. I took another drink of my bribe and inspected the folded page I had been given. 'Walker' was written on the front in bold, masculine letters. A small thrill shot through me as I was pretty sure I knew who was writing.

"Walker," I read to myself, "Cut out the singing and dancing and quit complaining about me giving you more work. You know as well as I do that my cases are more interesting than whatever else you're working on. Feel free to order Mike around until you're finished, but you better damn well be done before the end of the day. Harvey." I chuckled out loud as I finished the note. It didn't take much to imagine Harvey saying any of that in person.

"Okay," I relented, not wanting to prolong Mike's torture, "let's get started."

Mike released exhaled noisily. "You are a goddess."

We worked all day long, barely breaking for lunch and ordering in pizza, cheese-stuffed crust I might add, for dinner. While I was pretty tired when we finished, I had enjoyed myself. Mike was really nice and extremely funny. We discovered we had the same taste in television shows and had traded quotes and favorite scenes back and forth as we worked. It didn't hurt that Mike was ridiculously smart; I was pretty sure the guy had a photographic memory or whatever the technical term was. He remembered transactions that he had reviewed three hours before, while I had to flip through the stacks of paper to find specific items again. I don't know how much help I was, but by 7:30, we had discovered the source of the income in question. Mike leaned back in his chair, a triumphant grin on his face.

"I honestly wasn't sure we could get this done. You're awesome Walker," he said.

I smiled in return, almost blushing at his praise. "It was nothing. And by the way, you'd make an great forensic accountant," I added. "Your recall is amazing."

He shrugged off the compliment. "Thanks, but I kinda like the whole lawyer thing. Speaking of which," he glanced at his watch, "I'd better go appease my boss. I'm surprised he hasn't called again to check on us." Harvey had called Mike's cell phone twice during the day to see if we were making progress. Mike gathered all his papers and the report I had quickly typed up with our findings and stood up. "Thanks so much Walker, I really appreciate everything. And I'll be sure to let Harvey know how much you helped." He draped his bag over his shoulder again. "I absolutely owe you one."

"Bye Mike," I called as he raced out, obviously in a hurry to get to his office.

I rolled my shoulders, a little stiff from sifting through files all day and began doing some of the tasks that I knew needed to be completed before I left. I had been pretty well caught up, so Mike's random project hadn't thrown me off very much at all. I did a few things and thirty minutes later, I grabbed my purse head to the elevator. As I walked down the hall, my phone started ringing. Digging it out of the side pocket, I frowned since I didn't recognize the number on the display, but I answered anyway. "Hello?"

"Walker," Harvey greeted me, his voice sending a thrill down my spine. "So Mike tells me that you were kinda helpful today." Even over the phone, I could hear Mike protest in the background. "Okay, totally helpful he says." I smiled, guessing that was a direct quote. Totally seemed to be a Mike word, not a Harvey word.

"Well, I did what I could," I said. I considered asking how he got my number, but I decided to just enjoy the fact that he cared enough to find it. "It didn't hurt that Mike is really smart."

Harvey sighed heavily. "I am not telling him that. Especially since you fed him that pizza that he raves about so much." I laughed, the pizza had been Mike's idea. "Good work."

I was glad I was riding in the elevator alone; I knew I was grinning like an idiot from the two simple words he had said. "Thanks," I replied, not knowing what else to say. "Glad I could help."

"Since I know you've had dinner, how about a drink?" he asked next. "You know, to celebrate the fact that I don't have to fire Mike or find a new accountant."

"Um, sure," I responded eloquently, trying not to trip over my own tongue in my rush to accept. Even if I would be sharing his attention with Mike, I was content to spend more time with Harvey. I tried not to squeal in happiness as I continued. "Where do you want to go?"

He named a bar not too far from my apartment and we agreed to meet in thirty minutes. Thankful that I hadn't exited the building yet, I dove into the lobby restroom and pulled out my emergency makeup kit. I quickly wiped away my smudged mascara and reapplied everything that I could, hoping that the lighting in the bar would be dim; I had been at work for twelve hours now. After smoothing my hair down, I walked outside to catch a cab.

I arrived about a minute after the time Harvey had set. I was glad the cab ride had taken longer than I anticipated; I didn't want to be the first to arrive. I wasn't sure if we would be more comfortable at a table, since there would be three of us and I would hate to make the wrong decision. I was again eager to impress. When I walked in, though, the hostess greeted me and escorted me to a table in the back.

I was shocked to see only Harvey, who stood when I approached the table. The table for only two people. I hoped my thoughts weren't visible on my face, but I was afraid they were, since Harvey was smirking as I sat down in the empty chair. "Hi," I said, a little breathless. "Sorry I'm late."

"That's alright," he answered. He didn't say anything else right away, as a waitress delivered two glasses, one filled with what I guessed was whiskey for Harvey and my favorite vodka tonic for me. I paused before picking it up for a fortifying drink, surprised that he remembered my drink of choice. "You were expecting to see Mike, weren't you," he stated.

I decided to confess. "A little. I mean, we are celebrating his continued employment."

"I find it easier to celebrate him when he's not around," Harvey replied, taking a swig of his own drink. He wasn't fooling me though; I had seen the slight smile that had crossed his face with this last comment. He was fonder of Mike than he wanted anyone to know. I wondered how much more I would learn about Mr. Specter as the night progressed.

Quite a bit, as it turned out. We talked about anything and everything, from movies and books to politics and business. I attempted to keep up and not sound like a flake, but I wasn't sure my vast knowledge of pop culture was in keeping with his tastes in subjects. He did seem surprised that I knew as much about law as I did and I explained that with a best friend who was already a practicing lawyer and a brother who talked only of law school, it was easy to pick up a few things here and there. I confessed my love for Family Guy and he enlightened me on the virtues of jazz. He kidded me about being a redneck from Arkansas and I called him a snob with no sense of adventure. Basically, I was charmed beyond belief.

I was so engrossed in our conversation that I completely lost track of time. Before I knew it, my watch read 11:30 and I needed to get home. As usual, Harvey was two steps ahead of me and when I checked my watch, he signaled the waitress for the check. I pulled my wallet of out my purse, grateful that I had cash on me for once. However, the look that I received upon offering him money caused me to put in back immediately.

"You didn't have to do that," I said as the waitress took his credit card away.

He waved off my objection. "I'm not going to make you pay for your own celebration," he answered, his eyes crinkling attractively as he smiled. "I'm just glad I don't have to hunt for another accountant. Even if this one does turn in early."

I frowned playfully at him. "I do have to work in the morning and I am decidedly not a morning person."

"Sure, lightweight," he teased me. The waitress returned soon and we rose to leave.

That's when it happened. One of the few things a good-looking man can do to guarantee me melting into an incoherent giggling girl. As we wound our way through the crowd, he placed his hand in the center of my back and then slid it down softly to where it rested in the sensitive small of my back. He guided me through the people between us and door, always keeping light physical contact with me. His hand felt strong without being forceful and if I wasn't mistaken, his thumb moved a couple of times, stroking my back. My knees went a little weak.

Like before, he signaled for a cab and escorted me to the car when it pulled up. When he opened the door for me, I wondered if there would be a repeat of the last incident. I stepped off the curb and turned to face him.

"Thanks for the drinks. I had this project I had to work on for a real hardass, so it was a long day," I said, hoping to keep the mood light and friendly. He laughed quietly and took another step towards me. This time, his hand didn't land on cab door, but brushed a strand of hair off my cheek.

"You're welcome Madison," he said softly. That look was back, that magnetic look that darkened his eyes and forced the air out of my lungs. He leaned even closer.

"Maddy," I whispered as he steadily drew nearer. "You can call me Maddy."

"Maddy," he repeated before he kissed me. His lips moved confidently over mine, as his hand moved from my check to rest at the back of my neck, threading his fingers through my hair. I sighed dreamily, entirely involuntarily, and when I did, his tongue danced across my lips and tangled with mine. He tasted of expensive whiskey and something unmistakably Harvey. An electric current ran from the top of my head to the tips of my toes as he continued to kiss the hell out of me. When we finally parted, I realized I was gripping his shoulders, which were extremely solid under his expensive jacket, as if my life depended on it. He gave me another scorching kiss as I relinquished my hold on him. "I'll see you later, Maddy," he said as I dropped helplessly into the backseat of the cab.

"Bye," I breathed, even though the car was already pulling away from the curb. I leaned my head back against the seat. I had a sneaking suspicion I was getting in over my head, but what a lovely way to drown.

TBC