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[#124] You Better Trust Me When I Tell You (Suits)
Theme Prompt: #124 – Best Friends Forever
Title: You Better Trust Me When I Tell You
Fandom: Suits
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 729
Summary: Harvey and Donna talk out a difficult case.
“You’re never going to guess what happened today.”
Harvey glances up from the file in front of him, before leaning back in his desk chair to look at Donna. From the look on her face, she’s caught a juicy morsel of gossip she’s looking to share, and as much as Harvey would love to hear it, rather than deal with any of the cases on his desk, but he can’t bring himself to muster the excitement.
“Did Dennis finally get Bertha to tender her resignation?”
“Not yet. She’s highly determined to make it to her pension, no matter what.”
She pauses, tipping her head to the side as she studies him in that Donna expression of hers, the one that often feels like she’s reaching inside his head to pull out his thoughts. He hates that expression, if he’s honest, but if he’s honest, he’d also admit that sometimes he needs to get him to admit that he has feelings occasionally.
But only on rare rare occasions.
She steps inside his office, shutting the door behind her. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” The answer is automatic, because nothing is ever wrong with Harvey. He’s a law machine who doesn’t get bothered by things like emotions and empathy. He enacts decisions with precision and devoid of emotion, clinging to the cold, precise nature of the law. Donna, however, rolls her eyes, as though by her duty as his best friend, she is required to call him on how much of a human being he is.
“Bullshit. That is not your ‘nothing’s wrong’ face.” She moves to sit in front of him, crossing one leg over the other. “What’s wrong?”
Harvey sighs, leaning back in his seat and staring at the files. “It’s one thing when the people are clearly guilty and things are more clear cut. But then you get a case like this…”
“This is about the Gonzalez case?”
“Everything right now is about the Gonzalez case.” He runs a hand over his face as he rests his chin in his hand. “I want to deal this out. I should deal this out. But Cameron wants me to put her through the ringer and the defense attorney is refusing to deal because he thinks he could get in good with the jury.”
“Screw Cameron Dennis. I know he’s your mentor, but that doesn’t mean he’s always right.”
Harvey knows how Donna feels about their boss, but in this case, he feels more willing to listen to her concerns. Maybe because for once he actually feels like she’s on his side, rather than trying to talk him out of something that just skirts the lines of ethics.
“So you keep saying. But he’s also my boss, which doesn’t mean it’s easy to tell him no.”
“Then ask for forgiveness rather than permission.” Donna leans closer, letting her hand rest over his. “The law may be the law, Harvey, but you’re still a human person. And you interpret the law, not use it as a blunt weapon.”
Harvey doesn’t respond at first, leaning back in his chair again as he turns over his options. He could approach the lawyer again. See if there’s a deal she would take. He doesn’t want to risk his record, but he also doesn’t want to put an already traumatized woman through Hell again.
“I have a call with opposing counsel tomorrow. Maybe I’ll test the waters, see if there’s a deal he will take.”
“Good,” she nods. “I think you’ll sleep better for it.”
Harvey smirks. “I’m one of the good guys, Donna. I sleep just fine all the time.”
“You’re a prosecutor, Harvey. That doesn’t automatically make you a good guy.” She pushes up from the chair and goes to perch on the edge of his desk. “But I think you are a good man. That’s why I get on your case sometimes.”
“I know.” Harvey sighs, before looking up at her with a smirk. “Are we done talking about work? I’m sure you were sitting on a tantalizing tidbit before you came in here.”
Her eyes light up with the promise of a good old-fashioned gossip session before reaching for his hand. “Why don’t we take this out of the office for a drink?”
“Please,” he nods, pushing up and reaching for his coat.
“Great,” she grins. “I know just the place.”
“Lead the way.”
Title: You Better Trust Me When I Tell You
Fandom: Suits
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 729
Summary: Harvey and Donna talk out a difficult case.
“You’re never going to guess what happened today.”
Harvey glances up from the file in front of him, before leaning back in his desk chair to look at Donna. From the look on her face, she’s caught a juicy morsel of gossip she’s looking to share, and as much as Harvey would love to hear it, rather than deal with any of the cases on his desk, but he can’t bring himself to muster the excitement.
“Did Dennis finally get Bertha to tender her resignation?”
“Not yet. She’s highly determined to make it to her pension, no matter what.”
She pauses, tipping her head to the side as she studies him in that Donna expression of hers, the one that often feels like she’s reaching inside his head to pull out his thoughts. He hates that expression, if he’s honest, but if he’s honest, he’d also admit that sometimes he needs to get him to admit that he has feelings occasionally.
But only on rare rare occasions.
She steps inside his office, shutting the door behind her. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” The answer is automatic, because nothing is ever wrong with Harvey. He’s a law machine who doesn’t get bothered by things like emotions and empathy. He enacts decisions with precision and devoid of emotion, clinging to the cold, precise nature of the law. Donna, however, rolls her eyes, as though by her duty as his best friend, she is required to call him on how much of a human being he is.
“Bullshit. That is not your ‘nothing’s wrong’ face.” She moves to sit in front of him, crossing one leg over the other. “What’s wrong?”
Harvey sighs, leaning back in his seat and staring at the files. “It’s one thing when the people are clearly guilty and things are more clear cut. But then you get a case like this…”
“This is about the Gonzalez case?”
“Everything right now is about the Gonzalez case.” He runs a hand over his face as he rests his chin in his hand. “I want to deal this out. I should deal this out. But Cameron wants me to put her through the ringer and the defense attorney is refusing to deal because he thinks he could get in good with the jury.”
“Screw Cameron Dennis. I know he’s your mentor, but that doesn’t mean he’s always right.”
Harvey knows how Donna feels about their boss, but in this case, he feels more willing to listen to her concerns. Maybe because for once he actually feels like she’s on his side, rather than trying to talk him out of something that just skirts the lines of ethics.
“So you keep saying. But he’s also my boss, which doesn’t mean it’s easy to tell him no.”
“Then ask for forgiveness rather than permission.” Donna leans closer, letting her hand rest over his. “The law may be the law, Harvey, but you’re still a human person. And you interpret the law, not use it as a blunt weapon.”
Harvey doesn’t respond at first, leaning back in his chair again as he turns over his options. He could approach the lawyer again. See if there’s a deal she would take. He doesn’t want to risk his record, but he also doesn’t want to put an already traumatized woman through Hell again.
“I have a call with opposing counsel tomorrow. Maybe I’ll test the waters, see if there’s a deal he will take.”
“Good,” she nods. “I think you’ll sleep better for it.”
Harvey smirks. “I’m one of the good guys, Donna. I sleep just fine all the time.”
“You’re a prosecutor, Harvey. That doesn’t automatically make you a good guy.” She pushes up from the chair and goes to perch on the edge of his desk. “But I think you are a good man. That’s why I get on your case sometimes.”
“I know.” Harvey sighs, before looking up at her with a smirk. “Are we done talking about work? I’m sure you were sitting on a tantalizing tidbit before you came in here.”
Her eyes light up with the promise of a good old-fashioned gossip session before reaching for his hand. “Why don’t we take this out of the office for a drink?”
“Please,” he nods, pushing up and reaching for his coat.
“Great,” she grins. “I know just the place.”
“Lead the way.”