Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own the characters from Suits. I own Susanna though.
AN: Thank you so much for your reviews everyone. I'm working on responding them slowly but surely. But I thought you'd like a new chapter first and foremost.
It's been exactly one week since the last encounter Kyle had had with Mike Ross. Seven days since his latest failed attempt at getting Harvey Specter's eye. One-hundred and sixty-eight hours that Kyle has seen and Mike Ross around the firm but has not approached him because he had always been with Specter or Donna. He was man enough to admit that he was scared of both Harvey Specter and Donna. Donna more so than Specter because like Ross had said, she had a letter opener and she kept throwing him these little looks, like i she knew /i that he wanted to try something. She probably did. That woman scares the ever living fuck out of him.
He'd been leery and skittish ever since she had talked to him, since Ross had helped him and if Kyle were being honest, and in the deep recesses of his mind he could be, he had no plan to get to Specter. All he had was a head full of thoughts that he couldn't make sense of just yet. So he came to work, did his job, went home at night, and repeated the process and prayed for a new plan that could be far away from Donna's watchful eye.
"Excuse me is this Harvey Specter's office?"
"It is, how can I help you?"
"I'm looking for Mike Ross, he told me to come to Mr. Specter's office and look for Donna?"
Kyle stopped on his way to get his third cup of coffee at the mention of Ross' name and turned his head. He was greeted with the sight of a very pretty, obviously pregnant blonde woman, pale skin, blue eyes, hair pulled up into a messy bun, clad in a green dress standing there.
"Oh you must be…" Donna paused to look down. "Susanna right?"
"Yes m'am," Susanna shifted from foot to foot nervously and Kyle sighed. Like it or not he had some sense of decency and decorum so he turned and walked towards the two to offer to get the young woman a chair. And quite possibly to get information because why in god's name was a pregnant woman looking for Mike Ross?
Kyle stopped moving to watch as the aforementioned associate flew out of
"You made it!"
"Of course I made it," Susanna laughed as she kissed his cheek. "Though I gotta say…you need to work on your direction giving skills. I almost got lost on the drive over here."
"He's still learning," Donna told her. "He got me lost on the way to visit his grandmother."
"No….really? To your grandmother's?"
"I know how to get to her care facility!" Mike Ross chose to shut up at the look Donna levelled at him. Kyle thought that Mike Ross made a very smart move in doing so.
"So you gave me the wrong directions?" she asked as one eyebrow rose.
"I….was concerned for the safety of the world at large," Mike answered carefully. "You and my grandmother together is a scary prospect."
Kyle would agree with that. He had never met Ross' grandmother, nor did he want to for that matter, but if that conversation he had overheard days ago was any indication of the two, he shuddered. The world would never survive.
"Uh huh," Donna eyed him. "Don't think I won't remember this puppy."
"Anyway," Mike said loudly before he turned his attentions back to the young woman before him."My boss is still stuck in his other client meeting; he'll be back in a little bit so we can go over everything for your case. In the meantime, I convinced him to let us use his office until he returns. I thought you'd be more comfortable in there than at my very tiny cubicle."
Wait, what? How was Mike Ross allowed in Harvey Specter's office alone and Kyle couldn't even go near Louis's unless he was in it and he had been here for twice as long as Ross.
"Oh I'm sure we would have had fun in your cubicle," Susanna replied. "But since I see this office has a couch with pillows…."
"I knew that would get you, why don't you head on in and get settled," Mike nodded towards the interior of the office and ok, maybe, just maybe Kyle could give Ross this one because their cubicles were tiny and the chairs weren't all that comfortable, he could imagine it'd be worse for a pregnant woman. "Did you want anything before we get started? Water? Tea?"
"Water if it's not too much trouble?" Susanna asked.
"No trouble at all, I'll go get it for you," Donna offered as she stood and brushed past him, a look in her eyes that almost made Kyle turn and run. Almost.
"So Ross…tell me…any special announcements to make?" Kyle asked as Mike looked at him.
"I'm sorry?" Mike asked.
"Did you get someone pregnant?" Kyle asked because really why was this girl here and why was Mike acting so familiar with her? Kyle had to know why and how could he resist the chance to get at Ross? The opportunity was right there. "Is Specter going to bail you out?"
Mike's eyes got hard then, and Kyle smirked as his mouth opened to say something in response.
"Actually the guy that did get me pregnant looks a lot like you."
He froze when he saw Susanna stick her head out of the doorway and cock her head to look at him.
"I'm sorry?" Kyle asked, voice growing smaller with each word.
"If you're going to ask inappropriate questions about someone you should at least make sure that they aren't within earshot," she chimed. "I heard every word you said to Mike. Thank you so much for proving my overwhelmingly accurate theory that almost every lawyer is a pompous asshole."
"Hey!" Mike looked indignant, Susanna just smiled.
"I said most lawyers sweetie, you're not part of that."
"I…we've never…ummm…." Kyle felt his heart rate start to pick up as well as his breathing. "I don't know you….and….I'm sorry?"
"No you're not," she said before she looked at Mike. "And I wish Mike was my baby's father, I've known him a week and he's already around more than him."
"He's an idiot," Mike assured her and Kyle was mildly sure that Ross was speaking about him by the look on his face. He was kind of right because Kyle was still frozen and unsure of what to say. He was always professional with clients, around clients, and he had just…he had lost it because he couldn't keep his damn mouth shut. He had offended a client because of his beef with Mike Ross. "Come on, let's head inside, I got you something. Kyle here, has work to do."
"I…you don't control me."
"But I do."
Kyle jumped when he heard Harvey Specter's voice behind him and turned to
find the senior partner looking at him, eyebrow raised. Kyle died just a little
bit because of course
"Go get to work and stop antagonizing my pregnant client," Specter told him carefully. "Mike, go and help our client sit down so I can have a word with Kyle."
"Got it," Mike replied and then Kyle was alone, with Harvey Specter. Correction, he was alone with a very annoyed Harvey Specter. Shit, shit, shit. This was not how he had imagined this meeting to go.
He stopped when Harvey Specter held a hand up.
"Save it, I don't want or need to hear your bullshit. What I need," Harvey Specter emphasized the last word. "Is for you to stop wasting Donna's time."
"What?" Kyle was suddenly feeling very small/
"I know you keep trying to get into my office, stop,"
Kyle nodded numbly, before he turned, ignored his need for coffee and headed back for his desk, with what he was sure was a red face and a sinking heart as he heard Harvey Specter's voice once more.
"Ms. Mckenna, please allow me to apologize for Kyle's manners. I'm Harvey Specter and I assure you that he does not represent this firm."
Damn it. He'd fucked it all up.
Two hours later found Kyle in the break room, leaning against the counter as he waited for the coffee to finish brewing beside him. He was still trying to get over his embarrassment and the rejection from earlier. He had done the worst thing; he had disrespected a client, said client had overheard it, and what's worse Harvey Specter had overheard him. He'd ruined everything with those few little words. Kyle wanted to bang his head against the wall because he was done for now. Harvey Specter didn't forget things; he would never give Kyle the time a day now.
Hell, Kyle was lucky to still have his job.
"Fuck I'm screwed," he groaned.
"Isn't that a bit redundant?"
His head snapped up and came into contact with the cabinet door behind him. He heard the crack and felt the pain rush through him, saw the spots dancing in front of his eyes, and then he was greeted with a pair of blue eyes staring up at him.
"Shit, I'm sorry, damn it, can you talk? Do I need to call an ambulance?"
"I…" Kyle shook his head and realized that he was speaking to Ross and Specter's client from earlier, Susanna if he remembered correctly, and she had his chin in one of her hands and another in front of him, holding up two fingers.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" she asked.
"Two," he bit out. "Do you make a habit out of being a creeper?"
"Do you make a habit out of talking to yourself?" she countered. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah," he shook his head once more. "Fine. Already had a headache anyway, what's a little more pain?"
She frowned. He attempted to smile.
"I'm fine really, I can see your two fingers clearly, there's no ringing in my head, no pressure there. I'm good."
"Alright," Susanna replied, though she seemed skeptical even as she pulled her hands away from him. "I'm sorry, I didn't meant to scare you."
"I wasn't scared," he huffed. "You just…really do you make a habit out of being a creeper?"
"Goes back to my earlier question, do you make a habit of talking to yourself?"
"Sometimes," Kyle replied. "Helps me think things out. Now you."
"No," she said. "I was just wandering by on my way back from the bathroom, heard you and…well I couldn't resist after what you said earlier."
"Oh," he ran a hand against the back of his neck. "About that…."
"Don't apologize, you won't mean it," she said.
"How do you know?"
"Because I know your type, hell I was your type," she said. "You'd be apologizing to cover your own ass, because you made one of yourself in front of a senior partner, and I don't want bullshit like that."
"So what do you want?"
This was new territory for Kyle, he wasn't used to screwing up like this. He didn't know what to do or how to act, especially when said person was standing in front of him and staring at him like that.
"To walk back to my meeting now that I'm sure you're not going to pass out on me. A trip to the hospital would have ruined my day," she replied.
"Won't you be going there soon?" Kyle asked as he motioned to her stomach. Susanna rolled her eyes.
"Wow tell the pregnant girl she's huge? You sure do have a way with women," she snorted.
"Are you always so sarcastic?"
"I'm fluent in it."
"Look," she sighed. "I'm tired, my feet hurt, and I'm cranky…are you ok?"
"Yes," he repeated.
She nodded and then pointed to the coffee machine. "Don't waste that."
Kyle watched in shock as she turned and walked out of the door without another word. He turned to get his coffee when he was interrupted by another sound at the doorway.
"Hey have you seen my client?"
Of course Mike Ross was standing there, looking worried.
"She walked back towards Specter's office," Kyle offered. Mike nodded and went to follow, but paused and peered at Kyle.
"What you said today was completely out of line. To her and to me."
"I'm not apologizing to you," Kyle said quickly. Mike snorted.
"No, god forbid you actually be a human being. But you should apologize to her. Susanna did nothing to you and she's a client. She deserves respect," Mike left with that thought and fuck him. Kyle hated this day already, hated his life at this moment. He'd not only been told off by Harvey Specter, a client, but fucking Mike Ross too. And they all made valid points too.
And then he spilled hot coffee all over his hand. Yep, this day just kept getting better and better.
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