Title: Chance Meetings
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.
The One-Hundredth Twentieth Time
One Year Later
It had easily been the worst two weeks of our relationship. Not even when we had thoroughly disagreed on a case or fought over how much money Harvey spent on me had tensions run this high. There had been cussing, pouting and giving of the silent treatment and only one of those was done by me. I wondered how bad tonight would be as I waited for Harvey to arrive at my apartment. I checked my reflection in the mirror one last time, knowing that he wasn't going to happy with my outfit but not caring one bit. I smoothed my hair again, frustrated at its refusal to remain nice and straight, even though I knew it would be messed up by the end of the night. When I heard the knock at the front door, I quickly walked over to open it.
Seeing Harvey standing in my doorway never got old. He was in casual mode tonight, wearing jeans and amazingly enough a long-sleeved t-shirt. That didn't stop him from frowning when he saw what I had on. "Really, you're wearing that?" he asked as he strode into my place. I might have checked out his ass as he passed by me, but I wouldn't admit that him.
"If I recall, the first time I wore this, you stared at my chest the whole night," I snarked back, grinning evilly. "Has something changed to where you don't appreciate the view anymore?"
He cracked a very, very small smile at this comment and since he had been almost unbearably cranky the last three days, I considered this a victory. "I thoroughly enjoy what's in the package, just not fond of the label," he explained.
Even though we had been dating a year, a compliment like that one still made me warm inside and for a split-second consider changing. "You know why I'm wearing it."
"Whatever," he answered, his touchy disposition returning. "I don't understand how an intelligent woman like you could think what shirt she wears would affect the outcome of a ballgame."
"Says the man who forced me to sit in the same place on the couch for the entire playoff run last year," I responded, picking up my purse to go. "The Braves have won every game that I've worn this shirt. I'm not going to risk Game 7 by switching things up. You'll just have to suck it up and be seen with someone wearing an Atlanta t-shirt." We engaged in a stare-down for a few seconds, but as I knew he would, he eventually relented, holding out his arm for me to take as we left my apartment. "Besides," I added as we headed for the elevator. "You brought me a broom after the Yankees won the first two games. You deserve this for bragging." When I saw he was still pouting, a put my arms around his waist and gave him a kiss. "Now c'mon, don't be so mad. I'd hate to celebrate a victory with a sour puss," I kidded.
One corner of his mouth quirked up in his usual smirk. "Don't think you have worry about that, Maddy, the Yankees are going to kick Atlanta ass tonight." By this time, we were downstairs headed towards his car. Ray was waiting on us, opening the door as we approached.
"Hi Ray," I said before responding to Harvey. "Whatever, I'm wearing the lucky shirt," I gestured to the offending garment, "We're so winning tonight."
He slid into the backseat behind me, sitting closer to me than I expected. "If you're so sure Ms. Walker, why don't you put your money where your mouth is?"
It was my turn to frown. This was new. "What do you mean?" I asked.
"If you're certain Atlanta will win tonight, let's make it interesting. A bet between opposing fans."
I narrowed my eyes at him. He was using his 'lawyer voice,' one the Mike and I had named after we realized we could predict when Harvey was going to try and convince someone to do or admit something they didn't necessarily want to. I knew he had some trick up his sleeve and I wasn't sure I wanted to be a part of it. Then again, sometimes his tricks were a lot of fun. "What did you have in mind?"
"If the Braves manage a 4th miracle and win tonight," I rolled my eyes at this statement, "I'll fly you and a guest of your choosing to Little Rock for the Arkansas/LSU game next month."
I straightened in my seat and studied his expression. I didn't expect to get much from this, he did have an excellent poker face, but I tried anyway. He was grinning slightly and there was a mischievous twinkle in his eye. If I weren't worried about what I was about to agree to, I would have probably been a weak-kneed. But I really wanted to go to the football game.
"Okay," I said hesitantly. "What do you get if the Yankees win?" I didn't know what to expect at all. It could be anything from burning all my Braves gear to helping Mike with research for a month.
"When the Yankees win tonight," another eye roll from me. He paused for a minute and I could have sworn he looked nervous for a second. "This having to come pick you up all the time is getting old."
"What?" I asked, taken aback at his apparent change of subject and thoroughly confused. I thought for a second before saying, "You want me to start meeting you places instead of being picked up?"
He eliminated the last space between us and slid his arm around my shoulders. "That's not exactly what I was saying. More that it would be easier if you were somewhere that I didn't have to drive to pick you up." He started playing with my hair, an act which would normally distract me, but I was too busy working through his logic. I opened my mouth to ask if he wanted me to move to an apartment closer to him when it hit me. My eyes widened as I met his gaze again.
"Are you asking me to move in with you?"
He smiled. "Well, I wasn't suggesting you move in with Ray."
I sat in stunned silence for a moment. While I was in love with Harvey and he felt the same about me, this was an unexpected step. I considered asking if he was certain, but I knew that he would have analyzed this from every angle already. If he asked, he was sure. I thought about my options for a minute more before addressing the other person in the car. "Ray?"
"Yes, Maddy?" the driver responded.
"Could you turn around and go back to my place?" I glanced down at my shirt and then back up at Harvey. "It looks like I need to change my shirt." As Harvey leaned in to kiss me, smiling triumphantly as he did, I realized this was the first time in my life that I hoped the Braves lost.
Final Score: Yankees 5, Braves 4. I was getting a new address.
Final Author's Note: Well, this is the end. I have honestly never written a story this fast; it sort of took over my free time for a couple of weeks. Thank you to everyone who read all the chapters, added the story to your alerts and took the time to leave a review; I appreciate it more than you know. There might be a deleted scene in works, of Harvey and Maddy's first night together, but I wanted to keep this story PG-13 for the time being. I hope you enjoyed the story and the ending. Thanks again!