isclaimer: Nope, still don't own Suits.
AN: Thank you for the kind comments all. I really appreciate them.
When Mike emerged from the records room ten minutes later he didn't feel
better per say, but he definitely had a clear head. That was until he looked
"Cute picture isn't it?"
Mike jumped when Donna appeared beside him.
"Rachel told me you talked."
"Of course she did," Mike muttered.
"She thought you'd need another friendly ear," Donna said. "So here I am."
"Why?" Mike asked suspiciously.
"Because as Rachel said I am getting very tired of watching you and
"Mike," Donna sighed as she nodded to the scene in
"And this is supposed to convince me to throw myself into his arms?" Mike asked, Donna narrowed her eyes and he shut his mouth.
"No it's supposed to show you that he's searching for stability as much as you are. You're his friend now, you know him," Donna told him. "You know that he cares even if he doesn't show it, you know that he's a good guy."
"That doesn't mean he's someone I should-"
"Think about it Mike," Donna told him. "When are you ever going to find someone who keeps up with you like he does? Who calls you out on your bullshit like he does?"
"And what about Fiona?" Mike asked.
"Like I told Rachel,
"She's still your daughter," Donna poked his chest. "I
think you'll find that makes a world of difference to
Mike chose to say nothing to that statement and instead just nodded before
he walked away Donna and into
"Now precedent means that something has happened before. Certain cases
set precedent for what happens in a courtroom or in life in general, lawyers
can set it or use it to their advantage,"
"We're getting to it," Mike told him before he nodded to the book in his hands. "I have what we need for the subpoena. Have fun with Mr. Harvey bumble bee?"
"Uh huh," she nodded excitedly as she slipped away from Harvey's side and off of the couch, paused at the coffee table to take a piece of paper off of it, walk over to him and hold it out. Mike knelt down to look at said piece of paper and smiled at the drawing. It was of the cubicles for the associates but his was clearly outlined in red and blue with the words MY DADDY sprawled over it. He chuckled at the title of the piece.
FOR DADDY IN
"Is this for my desk?" Mike asked her, she nodded. Mike held his arms out and Fiona giggled as she launched herself into them and wrapped her little arms around his neck to hug him tightly. "This is just what my desk needed," he told her with a kiss on the cheek.
""Mr. Harvey helped," Fiona giggled again as he stood up with her still in his arms.
"Did he now?" Mike asked as he adjusted her against his hip. He shared a look with Harvey who then nodded to his file cabinet.
"Just with her spelling. The least I could do
after I got my amazing drawing,"
"How'd I get so lucky with you?"
"I'm awesome duh," Fiona told him as she pressed a kiss to his cheek and laid her head against his shoulder. Mike walked over to Harvey who had stood and zipped up her backpack and handed it over to Fiona who flung it over one shoulder and smiled at him.
"Thanks for watching her for me," Mike said.
"Mhmm," Fiona nodded.
"No, it's ok, you two can go, have Kyle file the subpoena for you after you get everything for it and then leave but make sure you stop by my office first so I can say goodbye to my future associate," he nodded to Fiona, Mike looked at her and she shrugged.
"Can we say goodbye to Ms. Jessica too?"
"We'll stop by before we say goodbye to Mr. Harvey," Mike promised. "Let's go find a spot for your drawing. We'll be back."
"And Ray is safer than the subway. We'll put your bike in the
"Alright, we'll be back at five then," Mike said. "Come on bumble bee, let's fly."
"You know you're showing you care an awful lot around here today."
"Blame it on the fact that Fiona is adorable and I enjoyed spending
time with her,"
"And that's surprising? As you just said, she's adorable," Donna told him.
"Must be a common trait in the Ross family,"
"So you think that Mike is adorable?"
"There are moments,"
"Oh please Harvey, you and Mike dance around each other so much that I'm getting dizzy."
"Donna I have no idea what…"
"Donna this is…no, we are not having this conversation,"
"Oh but we are because if I don't cross it you aren't going to do a
damn thing about it," Donna told him. "
"I am happy! I'm very happy. I'm finally senior partner, I have the condo of my dreams, and I-"
"Have no one to share all of this success with," she pointed at him.
"I have plenty of someone's," he smirked, Donna rolled her eyes.
"But nothing stable."
"Maybe I like it that way,"
"You like it that way because you get bored easily. Now we both know you think Mike is attractive and we also know that there's no way to be bored with him and now that you know everything he's bringing to the table…why aren't you doing something about it?"
"I'm sorry and since when are you his advocate?"
"Kid grows on you after a while. I find myself wanting him to be happy
too. And he's never going to make the first move
That was certainly enough to get
"All the more reason I shouldn't do what you're suggesting,"
"Since when does Harvey Specter back down from a challenge?"
"When there was a five year-old in the middle of it,"
Donna softened at the statement.
"The fact that you're worried about that says a lot you know. I think that you'll find that if you want commitment than it's easier to achieve than you think," Donna patted his knee. "And that if you really think about it, you'll see that you, Mike, and yes Fiona is included in this, are what the other needs."
"Donna," he warned, she just shook her head.
"Nope, I'm done holding my tongue. I want you to promise me that you'll think this over. Really think it over when you're spending time with them this weekend. Maybe even talk to Mike about all of this and see what he thinks."
"And if I do you'll stop badgering me?"
"If you two talk and legitimately decide that it would be a bad idea to be together and give me legitimate reasons behind it then I could be persuaded to back off," Donna informed him before she patted his knee. "Promise?"
"Alright, now I'll stop bombarding you with feelings," Donna chuckled at the last word as she stood. "Try not to freak out too much, feelings are natural, they come with being a human being."
He couldn't even begin to imagine what it had to be like for Mike. Mike with
his stupidly big brain and his even bigger heart. Mike with his adorable
daughter and his papa bear attitude that was somehow more attractive than it
probably should be.
But then he glanced at the picture on his file cabinet and started thinking about a future that could involve the both of them. He shook his head and then glared at Donna's desk. She was to blame for all of this.
Her and the Ross gene made this happen.
"Daddy what are you doing?"
"Paperwork so I can file a subpoena," Mike replied.
"What's that do?"
"A subpoena, when approved by a judge, requires a person or company to let me look at their records," he replied before he glanced at her. "Who's your new drawing for?"
"Donna," Fiona pointed to the woman in with fiery red hair in the center of the paper complete with a crown. "Cause she's a goddess."
Mike frowned because they still had a good hour before they could get out of here. He glanced around his desk to try and find something to occupy her for the remaining time.
"Did you bring a book to-"
"Gee Ross didn't know you had such an eye for talent."
Mike looked up to find Greg standing at his cubicle, eying the drawing that he and Fiona had hung up at his desk a short while ago.
"Greg," he warned with a pointed look down at Fiona who was staring up at his co-worker with a frown on her face. Mike kind of panicked because a frown was the first step to tears and he hated when his little girl cried. He would also not be responsible for his actions towards Greg if it happened. "You're just jealous that my cubicle is prettier than yours."
"I think it adds something to the place," Harold intervened quickly and Mike made a mental note to buy the man a drink on their next free night. "Fiona is a budding artist."
"I know I'm jealous," Kyle stood up from his work and looked at Greg. "We'd all be lucky to have a drawing from her and you have work to do."
"Mr. Harvey likes my drawings," Fiona told him quietly. Greg jumped and looked down at the five year-old in shock.
"Mr. Harvey helped me," she pointed to the one she'd done for Mike.
"He did?" Greg asked. Fiona nodded.
"Mr. Harvey's my lawyer too," she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Do you even know what that means?" Greg asked her.
"Greg please do us all a favor and go back to your desk," Mike spoke even as Fiona bristled beside him.
"You're mean," Fiona told him.
"Mean?" Greg admonished, he looked like he was about to say something else when Louis of all people stopped beside the desk. Mike hated to do it but he sent him a pleading look because the last thing he wanted to do was start a fight in the middle of the office in front of his five year-old. He was thisclose to doing it and it would really suck because he was trying to teach Fiona that violence was not the answer.
"Greg why are you here instead of doing real work?"
"I was just…"
"Fighting with a five year-old in front of her father?" Louis asked. Greg opened his mouth a few times, looked like a fish and then closed it. "This just tells me that you're not ready to be a real lawyer. Stop antagonizing our guest and go back to the files I gave you. I want them on my desk before you leave."
Greg nodded and walked back to his desk, he tried to get a show of sympathy from his comrades but Kyle merely glared while the others ignored him. Louis ignored him and turned his attention to Fiona.
"I just wanted to inform you that the jungle gym will be at your daycare by middle of next week," he told her. "Donna took care of everything."
Fiona smiled at him before she held her little hand out. Louis looked surprised but cautiously took said offering and shook before he let her go.
"Thank you again," she said.
"Thank you for your hard work," Louis responded. "Everyone else should be working too while we're at this. It's sad that a five year-old has done more work for this firm today than the rest of you."
Fiona giggled. Mike hid a smile when a rustle of papers was heard around them. Louis turned to walk back to his office but paused and looked at Fiona again.
"Fifty-seven," he responded, Fiona stopped and smiled at him.
"Sixteen," she countered. Louis' lips quirked as Mike stared at the two of them.
"Good choice, next time you come to visit I want a reason," he said before he walked off. Mike looked at Fiona.
"What was that about?"
"I asked him what his favorite number was," she shrugged. "He wouldn't tell me earlier."
Mike chuckled and leaned over to brush a kiss to the top of her head. Only his child could charm Louis Litt of all people.
"Thank you for letting me stay today Ms. Jessica," Fiona yawned, Jessica smiled at her.
"It's no trouble, I expect to see you back for a visit soon," she told her, Fiona looked at Mike who nodded his approval.
"I'll have Aunt Jenny bring you by soon," he promised. "Thank you again for understanding."
"It made the day more interesting," Jessica told him. "In a good way. Now I'll let you two get home because someone looks a little tired."
"I am not tired," Fiona grumbled, Mike looked over Jessica's
shoulder and gave
"I know you're not," Mike assured her.
"That's the plan, Donna you can-"
"Already am after I hang my picture up," Donna informed him. "Ray is downstairs waiting for you. The car still has the booster seat in it."
"Bye Ms. Jessica," Fiona waved to her.
"Have a good weekend with your father," Jessica told her before
she walked back off to her office.
"You've done this before?"
"It's an art form sprung from when she was a baby," he explained.
"A baby?" Fiona asked.
"Yes, believe it or not you were once tinier than you are now and babies come with a lot more stuff," Mike informed her, Fiona shook her head, he nodded. "Stroller, diaper bag, spare bag…"
"Daddy you're silly," Fiona mumbled as they exited the elevator and headed out the door, pausing once so Fiona could say goodbye to Frank.
"He's very silly. Mike leave the bike here, it'll be fine for a night,
we can swing by tomorrow and get it,"
"Tomorrow?" Mike asked as he sat beside him.
"I was invited to a soccer game wasn't I?"
"You're coming to my soccer game Mr. Harvey?" Fiona asked,
"If that's alright with you?"
"Awesome," she nodded.
"Good, I need to pay up on my bet anyway," he informed her.
"Daddy you can make him pie!"
He may be Ray's employer but she was more intimidating.
It was a pleasant ride though, the chatter felt normal and it was better
than the silence that sometimes followed him. It was comfortable all the way to
Mike's apartment building where
"Thanks for the ride," Mike said as he gathered their bags and kept a hold on Fiona's hand. "I appreciate it."
"You're welcome, I'll see you tomorrow," he said. "Where should I meet you?"
"Here is fine, the park's not far," Mike replied. "Just call me when you get here."
"We walk every week," Fiona informed him.
"Alright I'll see you in the morning."
"You alright boss man?"
"Of course, just been a long day," he responded. "Before we get to the condo can you make a stop at the grocery store? I owe a five year-old ice cream tomorrow."
"You've got it," Ray nodded in the mirror. "And for your information, she prefers cookies and cream."
"How do you…"
"Donna," Ray responded.
He let himself get a little lost in his thoughts as Ray turned on the radio. He was really going to do this come tomorrow and he should be nervous, he should be running for the goddamned hills, but here he was just feeling content about his weekend plans.
As always thank you for reading.