Disclaimer: Still don't own Suits.
AN: I'm alive! Sorry for the delay all but it took longer than expected to get the internet going here at Uni. But all is well now so I'll be able to update more frequently. Thanks for the patience and of course your lovely reviews. They made me smile so much when I finally got to read them.
Kyle's days off usually consisted of two key things; sleep and errands. He actually managed to sleep in until ten, shower, clean his apartment and then do the most tedious task of the day; grocery shop for the week. Last night had been an emergency run and now he had a cart, a list, and was doing his best not to curse as he worked his way through the aisles. He hated grocery shopping and would eat out every night if he could afford it.
He probably could but not without cutting into his clothing budget. In his line of work the suits were more important than how he ate. So Kyle braved the grocery store on an early Sunday afternoon so he could have food for the rest of the week.
"Ugh, why do they always put them on the highest shelf?"
Kyle paused and looked down the aisle he had been walking and grinned when he saw who was standing in the middle of it with a frown on her face. Susanna, dressed in yoga pants, a tank top covering her stomach, flip flops, blonde hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. He turned, walked down the aisle, and came to a stop beside her.
"So do you come here often?" he called out.
She jumped and turned towards him, her lips quirked into a half smile as she took him in.
"So now you're being a creeper?" she asked. He shook his head.
"No, we've already established that YOU are the creeper. I'm just an innocent bystander," he motioned to himself.
"Innocent?" she coughed. "HA. There is nothing innocent about you."
"I am perfectly innocent, the law says I am until proven guilty," he said. "I have the shiny law degree that proves it."
"Dick," she muttered.
"Well if I'm a dick then I can't help you get whatever you were going to try and get," he said, she perked up instantly. "Really? That's all it's going to take to get you to like me?"
"I never said I liked you," she pointed at him. "I will however be grateful if you would be so kind as to get me a pack of gummy bears."
"Just one?" Kyle asked as he reached above her and got what she asked for.
"That'll last me for a few days," she replied as she took it from his hands. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, so what are you doing back here Susie Q?"
"Susanna," she smacked his arm with her gummy bears. He pouted; she stuck her tongue out at him.
"Last night was an emergency craving run, today is actual shopping," she motioned to her full basket. "And you?"
"Same, Sunday is my only day off that I can count on to get stuff done," he looked at her basket and frowned. "Put your basket into my cart."
"It looks heavy, you shouldn't be lugging it around," he shrugged. "Put it in my cart and walk around with me so you don't strain yourself."
"I don't need…"
"I'm being nice Susie Q, it doesn't happen often, as you know I'm usually prone to assholeishness," he said.
"You said assholeishness!" she squealed as she put her basket into the bottom part of his cart. "It is so a word!"
"It is not," Kyle huffed.
"You used it, you used it!"
"No, it's I say, and it's a word now Harvard."
"Harvard?" he asked as he began to walk down the aisle with her by his side.
"It's what you are," she pointed to his crimson t-shirt.
"Alright Susie Q…what aisle next?"
Kyle was surprised that when they'd completed their shopping after they had argued over what was better, apples or oranges, or juice or tea, that Susanna had not only allowed him to drive her home but also allowed him to help her carry her groceries up to her apartment.
"Kitchen is through there," she nodded to an open doorway…covered in beads. Bright, glittery beads. Kyle raised an eyebrow and looked at her as she kicked her flip flops off.
"What are you a hippee?"
"I prefer the term free spirit," she said. "Now go, if my ice cream melts it's your ass."
"Hey my ass is fantastic," he shot back before he complied and walked through the damn beads, got caught on them and then listened to Susanna giggle incessantly behind him. "It's not that funny."
"Oh yes it is," she replied.
"Please tell me why the hell you have beads instead of a door," Kyle grumbled as he set bags on her counter and glanced around her apartment. From what he could tell it was covered in color, sketch books, pencils, and fabric of every conceivable kind splattered about.
"When I signed the lease the door came off the hinges," Susann shrugged as she fished her beloved ice cream out of a bag and put it in the freezer. "My landlord has yet to get a new one in. So I improvised."
"You know you could sue him for not doing that right?"
"Do you always think like a lawyer Harvard?"
"Yes," he replied. "It's what I paid exorbitant amounts of money to learn."
"Ha, I bet you didn't have to pay a dime for school," Susanna replied, and he turned to find her standing there, hands on her hips, looking rather ridiculous with her stomach jutting out. "Admit it."
"I had a trust fund," he conceded, her eyes sparkled as she clapped and went back to putting her food away. He leaned against the counter and let her do it.
"I knew it!"
"I could only access it early if I went to Harvard," Kyle countered, she paused in her actions and looked at him. "My family is full of lawyers, dad, grandfather, great-grandfather."
"So…you had no choice?" she wrinkled her nose at the prospect.
"I did and I didn't," he replied carefully. "I could have waited, found something else to do, my mom wanted me to try different things but…I've always wanted to be a lawyer."
"My great-grandfather," Kyle replied. "He had all of these stories about defending people and seeking justice and I just…I wanted to do that. And then I found out what kind of high being in the court room provides and well…the rest is history I guess."
"So…you got into corporate law why? It's not exactly justice," she said.
"Pearson Hardman isn't just about corporate law," Kyle told her. "That's a big majority of it but we still get justice for people who were wronged. We do a lot of pro bono work too."
"Like my case," she nodded and Kyle was surprised.
She smiled at him.
"You didn't know that my case was pro bono?" she asked. "I woulda thought a smart lawyer like you would have looked into it by now."
"I…it….it's the weekend?" he offered as an explanation, she laughed. "Why are we taking your case on pro bono? What do you do for a living? What is your case about?"
"Whoa there cowboy, take a breath," Susanna held a hand up and leaned against the opposite counter, her food put away, looking contemplative as she eyed him. "What do you want to know first?"
"What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a fashion designer," she replied, with a flourish to everything around her. "At the moment I work for a designer that I can't name, but I hope to one day have my own brand. I make a decent living, enough to support myself and my baby, but not enough to afford lawyers like Pearson Hardman. Jessica heard about my case through my current employer and offered to take me on pro bono thank god."
"And your case is?"
"I'm suing my previous employer for firing me because I got pregnant," she replied calmly. "They told me an 'unwed mother gave their brand a bad name'. I helped build their brand."
"But you got another job?" he prodded.
"I got lucky, the person I work for now was happy to steal me away pregnant or not," she cocked her head to the side. "Do you think my law suit is stupid?"
"Honestly?" he asked, she nodded. "It's not…well…yeah I do. You have another job already, you said you make a decent living, why put yourself through the mess of a possible trial if you have what you need already?"
"Because what about the next girl this happens to?" she asked. "I got lucky Harvard. Really lucky."
"You think there could be?"
"We aren't exactly living in the dark ages," she ran a hand against her stomach. "You may not care about other people but I do. It's not right that they did it, and I don't want them to do it again. It's never been about the money, it's about what's right."
"I didn't say that I don't care," he defended. "I do care. I guess…it's the whole you're pregnant thing and you're doing this?"
"Like I said, it's my choice, and I'm not an invalid just because I'm pregnant," she huffed. "I swear everyone thinks that and….it's not my fault that my former employer keeps trying to push things back."
"They're hoping you'll give up," he said, she raised an eyebrow. "It's what I'd do if I were the opposition. Keep pushing it back and hope that you'd be too consumed with your baby to care about the trial."
"Huh," she bit her lip. "Didn't think about that, maybe you do deserve that degree."
"Oh I do," he smirked, she rolled her eyes.
"Do you want to…have you eaten lunch yet?"
"I was going to make lunch and…well it seems rude to eat if you're still here and…" she said. "My mother taught me manners."
"Well I still have to get my groceries back to my place," he ran a hand through his hair, thoroughly regretting the answer when she nodded.
"Right, sorry, pregnant brain," she said. "I should…"
"You could come with me," he offered. "And we could…eat lunch at my place."
"It'd be the nice thing to do, after I helped you. You come help me."
"You'd make a pregnant woman carry things?" she asked.
"You're pregnant, not an invalid Susie Q," he offered. She paused before she broke into a half smile.
"So I am, lead the way Harvard."
And once more, no idea how this story took off from its original plan. As always, thanks so much for reading. Feedback is always appreciated.