Skyfall

Chapter Twelve

"How are you doing?" Donna asked Harvey when he came into the office the next afternoon.

Rebecca had a court hearing she had to be at for one of her clients so they didn't come into work together and he had to admit he missed her.

While their trip to Boston wasn't fun, he had enjoyed spending some extra time with her away from the pressure and high paced office environment. It made him realize that they hadn't taken a trip away together, just the two of them, since their honeymoon. He made a mental note to try and change that soon because Katie's death had made him realize that no one was guaranteed a set amount of time together.

"It was rough." He admitted.

"How is Marcus doing?"

"He's a wreck." Harvey told her.

"And the kids?"

"Olivia is alright because I'm not sure she fully understands what happened. Ethan understands and is doing the best he can right now. Rebecca is really worried about him, probably because she knows what it is like to be around his age and lose a mother."

"I can imagine." Donna nodded. "How is Rebecca doing?"

"She's doing alright, I guess." He sighed.

"How are you doing with everything?"

"I'll admit. This whole thing has shaken me up a bit." He sighed again. "It's been making me rethink some things about my life."

"That's understandable." She nodded. "Deaths in the family have a way of putting things in perspective. How was it seeing your mom?"

"I don't want to talk about it." He grumbled.

"I'll take that to mean nothing got settled." Donna chuckled.

"Thank you for your help the past few days." He smiled at her, hoping she would drop the subject of his mother.

"You may want to hold off on that thank you until you see the stack that requires your immediate attention." She cautioned with a laugh.

"Great." He scoffed.

Harvey stepped through the front door earlier than normal that night, hoping that Rebecca was already home. She never came back to the office after her court hearing and he was starting to get worried. It wasn't like she had to check in with him or anything, but most of the time she would let him know if she was going to be out of the office for the rest of the day. After what happened with Katie he was paranoid, especially since she wasn't answering her phone.

He looked around and saw her purse on the counter. So she was here. It only took a few more seconds until he saw that she was on the balcony. Relieved that she was alright, he let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding in.

He made his way out the sliding door and went to stand next to her. "Hey."

"Hey. There you are! Now we can have a party!" She exclaimed happily, looking over at him.

"I thought you'd come back to the office after court. I was worried about you when you didn't."

"I didn't come back because I didn't feel like it." She shook her head and giggled softly. "And I didn't really see the point in it either." She took a drink from the glass in her hand. "So I went for a walk and then came back here. I'm sorry you were worried. I really didn't mean to make you worry."

He looked around and saw that the container with the scotch was nearly empty. He was pretty sure that it was wasn't even close to being empty before they left for Boston…which meant she was drunk…very drunk.

He took the glass from her and drank the rest. Then he placed the now empty glass on a nearby table.

"Hey! That was a little rude, mister. I was going to drink that." She chuckled.

"You're drunk." He whispered in her ear.

"Maybe just a teensy bit." She smirked. "Wanna join me? I have a bit of a head start but I'm sure you could catch up if you tried."

"No thanks. I think you're cut off tonight." He chuckled.

"Are you sure?" She giggled. "We've never really been drunk together before. It could be fun!"

"How much did you drink?"

"Enough to get drunk." She laughed. "Duh!"

"Rebecca, can you be serious about this for a moment?"

"Why?" She questioned. "Are you mad? You look mad. I hope you're not mad. You know, mad really is a funny word. The more you say it, the weirder it sounds…mad mad mad mad mad maaaaaaaddddddd…"

"I'm not mad." He assured her. "Can you please stop saying that word now?"

"Ok." She shrugged. "Party pooper."

"I'm concerned about you."

"Oh you don't have to be concerned about me! I'm fine!" She assured him, rolling her eyes. "I actually feel great right now."

"You won't tomorrow." He chuckled.

"Maybe, but that will be future Rebecca's problem. I'll let her deal with that!"

"Why don't you just tell me how much you had to drink?"

"Geez…stop acting like my father." She started to laugh. "Oh my God! Do you see why that's so funny to me? It's funny for two reasons because my own father wouldn't have cared if I got drunk unless it was in public and would have embarrassed him and you don't want to be father but right now you're totally acting like one anyway." She started to laugh so hard that she doubled over.

He had never seen her get this drunk before. She always seemed to have a very high alcohol tolerance that rivaled his own so he was worried about how much she had drank to get like this and why she was drinking so heavily. He figured it had to do with Katie's death. Judging from what she just said, it might also have to do with their earlier conversations about kids.

"What made you decide to drink so much tonight?" He asked softly. By now she had stopped laughing and he thought maybe he could get a straight answer out of her.

"You ever have one of those days where you feel like you've just been building your life on a sandy beach? You work really hard to make this grand sandcastle. You get everything placed just perfectly. You even build those princess towers and a cool looking moat. You feel really good about everything you've accomplished…and then the tide just comes in all of a sudden and washes it all away before you even have a chance to try and save it? That is the way I feel about my life right now."

He could see the tears forming in her eyes and went to hug her. But she stepped back.

"What happened?" He asked softly.

"No. I don't want to talk about it, Harvey. I really don't…"

She moved to go back inside but he stopped her, gently grabbing her arm. "Tell me…please? I can't help you if I don't know what is going on."

"Fine." She pulled her arm out of his grasp. "I guess you'll hear about it sooner or later. I'm actually kind of surprised you don't know already. I lost Consolidated Financial." She whispered.

"You lost them?" He repeated. They were her biggest client and one of the first clients she brought in after coming to the firm. They brought in tons of money in revenue for the firm every year.

"I lost them." She repeated. "They are gone baby gone and don't want to be my client anymore."

"How?" He asked. "Why?"

"They didn't give a clear reason." She explained.

"I'm sorry." He pulled her into an embrace and this time she didn't pull away.

"It's not just that though. Clients come and go. It's all cyclical." She explained. "But I doubt Jessica is still going to consider putting my name up on the wall anytime soon once she finds out I just lost my biggest client."

"Wait…" He was confused. "The wall? What the hell are you talking about? Are you talking about name partner?"

"Shit." She sighed.

"When did this happen?"

"It was right before Katie's…death." She shook her head. "Harvey, I wasn't supposed to tell you about it. Jessica wanted it to be a secret. Is there any chance you could just forget what I just said?"

"No." He shook his head. "I'm afraid it doesn't work like that."

"Shit." She sighed again. "Well Jessica said she was considering making me a name partner. Now that's not going to happen once she finds out about this."

He was surprised that Jessica wouldn't tell him about her plans because he was a name partner. He should be involved in deciding who the next name partner is, but now wasn't the time to bring it up. He would deal with that tomorrow. "I'm sorry."

She pulled away from him. "So now my career will be stalled, I've lost my biggest client, Katie's dead and you don't want to have kids with me. I'd say my life is pretty shitty right now. I mean, obviously Marcus and the kids have it worse right now…not that it is a competition. But still…you know what I mean."

"So I decided to come back here and drink until I started to feel better. It worked until you came home and decided to be a buzzkill."

He ignored the comment about kids for the second time because it wasn't the best time to have that conversation. He took a deep breath. "Why don't we get you an aspirin and put you into bed? I'm sure things will look better in the morning."

"I don't need you to handle me. I can take care of myself." She shook her head and went back inside.

"I would agree that most of the time you can take care of yourself." He agreed, following her. "Right now you are drunk though and I think the best thing would be to go to bed."

"I don't want to." She shook her head and plopped down on the couch, crossing her arms over her chest.

He sat down next to her, noticing that she was now acting like Laura when they babysat her and told her it was bedtime. It took everything in him not to laugh at the scene playing out in front of him. "I know the past few days have been rough but we're going to get through this. I promise."

"Just leave me alone." She sighed. "I don't want to talk right now."

"How about a deal?" He asked, looking over at her and smiling. "If you take an aspirin to help with the headache you'll have tomorrow, I'll stop talking."

"Ok." She agreed. "If it gets you to stop talking about it, I'll do it."

He got up and walked over to the pantry to get the aspirin and then got a bottle of water from the refrigerator. By the time he got back to the couch, she was passed out. He put it down on the coffee table and then gently picked her up. He carried her to their bed and carefully placed her on her side. Then he covered her with a blanket and kissed the top of her head.