A/N: Hi Suits fandom! I'm Sabrina :) This is my first Suits fic so I'm super nervous haha. But I got this idea a while ago and then while reading this other Suits fic, I was inspired to actually write mine! I want to give a big thanks to my friend Haley for helping me decide on the name and age and sort-of FC of my little OC :) (It's Maggie Elizabeth Jones btw aha). I also want to thank my friend Jemmz and the author of one of my favoriteee Suits fics, Phoenix on cloud nine for looking this over for me!

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"When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not yet ready. The challenge will not wait. Life does not look back. A week is more than enough time for us to decide whether or not to accept our destiny."

-Paulo Coelho

Harvey sat in his office, reading over a few files, familiarizing himself with the new case. It wasn't actually anything new though…nothing they hadn't dealt with before. Just some unhappy customers trying to sue one of the firm's clients over a "faulty" product. It was a ridiculous claim and there was no threat of losing. He'd won this case a hundred times before and this one wouldn't be any different. Knowing this allowed him to relax, listen to the soft sound of one of his favorite records as it filled the room. It was Friday and he couldn't wait to get home and have a stress-free weekend.

Suddenly, Mike burst into the room, immediately giving his little speech about something he had discovered about their client. Harvey looked at him, semi-annoyed, semi-amused by his associate's enthusiasm. He listened, eyebrows arched as the young man went on, but he couldn't seem to focus. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his assistant answer the phone, then proceed to glance over at her boss with a confused expression. Harvey's brow furrowed when his phone began to ring loudly, causing Mike to halt his rant. He frowned, shooting Donna an annoyed look. He motioned to himself and then Mike, as if to inform her that he was too busy. Donna shook her head and pointed to the phone, looking as confused as she was curious.

Harvey sighed, picking up the phone finally.

"Harvey Specter speaking," he answered, sounding almost monotonous.

"Hey, Harvard," a woman's voice joked.

He chuckled, motioning for Mike to leave as he leaned back in his chair. "Good afternoon, officer."

"Actually it's detective now."

"Oh? Is that why my assistant looked so worried? You told her you were a detective for the NYPD? Detective Angela Meers…has a nice ring to it you know," he teased, turning to stare out the window, his back to his curious coworkers.

"Thanks," Angela replied sarcastically.

Harvey had known Angela her entire life; she'd been born about the same time as his younger brother, Nathan, making Harvey about nine years older. He wasn't really sure how their parents met, but he remembered that they were always together at each other's houses while he was often stuck babysitting his brother and Angela. She quickly became like a little sister to him. Although she and Nathan grew up together, they spent years competing for Harvey's attention - not that he minded; he'd always found it mildly amusing to see the two argue and then for his brother to let her win. He knew that even though Nathan would never admit it, he'd always had a bit of a crush on her. And in their senior year of high school, Nathan finally got the courage to ask her to prom and they'd been together, off and on, ever since. Harvey thought it was a bit cliché, but he was still happy for his kid brother.

Harvey shrugged to himself, grinning. "So how can I help you, Angela?"

There was a silence on the other line, quickly bringing the frown back. He began to wonder why she was calling in the first place. Harvey rarely had time to see his brother, so he rarely saw Angela either. And now she was calling him at work out of the blue with what sounded like bad news.

"Is this about Nathan?" he asked slowly. "Need me to talk to him?" His voice was a little joking as he tried to mask some of the building worry.

"No. Nathan and I are fine… Harvey…I actually called on business… They didn't want me to tell you…but I uh, I thought it should be me," she said slowly, her voice was grave. "It's about Anna…Anna Rhodes."

Harvey's brow furrowed at the name. Anna Rhodes had been a young photographer who'd just moved from Seattle to work for Vogue when they met. Angela knew her through a family friend and introduced her to Harvey in hopes of getting her over her last bad relationship. Surprisingly, they hit it off almost right away. Even Harvey was a little shocked to find himself interested in someone who wasn't a lawyer or connected to that business in any way. But there'd been something about Anna that drew him to her, made him curious enough to pursue her and so different than his usual 'type.'

For Anna, he'd originally just been a rebound; she'd never actually thought she'd fall for him. She occasionally referred to as a 'flight risk,' and the second she got an amazing job offer from National Geographic, she'd left. Obviously Harvey had simply told himself that the job was why she left, but the truth was that she had been terrified. She didn't want to get into something as serious as their relationship had been getting, then have it all ripped out from under her the second she got comfortable. And so she was gone.

But Harvey, being Harvey, had never acted phased by it. He had focused back on his work and easily returned to his one night stands. It'd been about eight years since he'd last heard that name, and now he was suddenly getting a phone call from the police about her?

"Yeah…I remember Anna," he said calmly, straightening up a little in his chair.

"H-Harvey…" He heard Angela's voice crack. "She's dead. Anna's dead."

Harvey didn't reply. He couldn't. His face grew pale as he tried to comprehend what she had just told him. Anna had always been so alive. She was the most lively person he'd ever met. How could she be dead? It didn't make sense. He stood up, passing a hand over his face as he leaned against his desk a little for support. He could feel Donna and Mike's eyes on him, but he refused to look back at them. For all he knew, they could be listening to the conversation, the last thing he want was for them to see his slipping composure as well. Though, knowing Donna, she probably would've hung up by that point.

"I'm sorry…" he said. "I know she was a good friend of yours."

Angela laughed quietly. "We hadn't talked in a few years…"

Harvey was silent for a long time, trying to think of what to say, anything to say.

"When? What happened?"

"Harvey, like I said, I'm calling on business…" she began. "And I think you should come down to the precinct so we can talk in person. It would be easier to um, explain the rest…there's a lot more I need to tell you."

"The rest? What is the 'rest' exactly?"

"Just please come…"

After hesitating for a minute he sighed. "Alright. I'll be there as soon as I can…" he agreed without protest. If it had been anyone else he might've insisted they just tell him over the phone, or kept them waiting, but he couldn't do that to Angela. Not right now.

Harvey hung up the phone and carefully placed the files on his desk into his briefcase. Harvey didn't like to worry, he didn't do worry. Hell, he didn't do emotion. But as he reached for his suit jacket, he became aware of how badly his hands were shaking. He willed himself to regain his composure as he headed for the door.

Mike stood beside Donna at her desk, both watching him curiously. Harvey had actually been surprised to see that his assistant hadn't been listening in on the call.

"Donna, cancel my meetings for the rest of the day; I'm not sure how long I'll be gone for and call Ray to come pick me up, please. Thank you," he said, putting emphasis on the 'thank you' them, pretending to text on his blackberry to avoid further conversation.

Donna, wide-eyed at his politeness, nodded to his back and quickly turned to the associate. Harvey could hear them bickering over who should figure out what happened behind him. And soon Mike, who had obviously lost, caught up to him still holding onto the files he'd brought in before the call. He walked beside Harvey, opening his mouth a few times to speak but quickly shut it again. The older man rolled his eyes.

"Shouldn't you be working instead of following me around like a lost puppy?" he snapped a little more harshly than intended.

Mike frowned. "I was just…Donna wanted to…Donna and I were just wondering…" Harvey glanced at him with an expression that yelled, 'just spit it out!' "Um…is everything…alright?"

"Why? Are you worried about me?" Harvey asked, his tone mocking. He stopped and turned to Mike, smirking at the younger man, eyebrows arched.

"Wh-what? Pft! No!" Mike scoffed, attempting to wipe his face clear of any emotion. He looked up at his boss, clearing his throat and attempting to mimic Harvey's tone. "I'm Mike Ross. I'm a corporate lawyer. I don't care about anyone."

"Cute." Harvey rolled his eyes and chuckled, feeling slightly proud at his associate's joke. Mike stood in front of him smirking now. "Get back to work."

He nodded quickly, realizing they were standing by his cubicle. "Uh, yeah, I'll do that. Back to work…" he muttered as Harvey walked away.

When Harvey arrived at the precinct, he strode in confidently as he looked around for Angela. He was hopelessly out of place, in his $2,000, three-piece suit in a sea of dark police uniforms. He quickly found his friend waiting by the door that led to the main room where cops were working diligently. He made his way over, giving her his winning smile.

"Angela," he greeted her as she grinned back.

"It's good to see you, Harvey," she replied, giving him a quick hug. "Though I wish it was under better circumstances."

Harvey nodded in agreement, his smile fading as he followed her through the doors into the bustling room of dark uniforms that reminded him of some sort of police drama. He had to admit it was interesting; he'd been to police stations briefly before when he worked as a prosecutor for the DA, but this one just seemed nicer than the others. Everything was fairly clean, though a few of the desks reminded him of the Pearson Hardman associates' desks after Louis got new case. The walls were white, but not a blinding white, and the floor had a dark blue tiles. Two sides of the large room had steps that led up to walkways that were horizontal to the main office. There were a few offices with glass walls along the walkway, lined with a couple larger desks each, and obviously a ton of paperwork. He figured they were probably for the detectives since Angela seemed to be leading him to one of them that was apparently her own.

"Nice office," he commented as Angela took a seat behind her desk. He sat down on a seat across from her, still staring around the room.

"Yeah, comes with the job." She shrugged jokingly.

"Do you have a kid that I don't know about?" He chuckled, eyeing some toys, a small purple sweater and Where the Wild Things Are lying on the small couch in the corner of the room.

"No," Angela said quickly, shaking her head. Harvey waited for her to elaborate but she simply glanced at the file on her desk sadly.

Harvey leaned back in his seat, elbows resting on the arms of the chair as he held his hands together in front of his stomach. He stared thoughtfully at the tan folder on her desk and then up at the young woman staring at it.

"So what happened?" he asked finally.

"House fire. Late Wednesday night…" she took a deep breath, picking up the file. "The uh…fire department…when they got there the house was almost completely demolished. Nathan was there…he told us that the house was too messed up to figure out where the fire originated exactly, but they were able to tell it started somewhere on the right side."

Harvey remained silent, wondering why his brother hadn't called him and told him. It'd been two days and he was only just finding out.

"But um…they still went in when they got there obviously. They couldn't get to Anna's room – it was on the side of the house that was basically gone already. One of them was able to get into another room and they found Anna's kid."

The lawyer's eyes widened a bit. "She had a kid?"

Angela nodded. "A seven-year-old daughter," she told him slowly, emphasizing the 'seven' as she stared at him intently. "She was fine besides a cough from the smoke inhalation. I'm not really sure the circumstances of where they found her that kept her from getting really injured though. They kept her in the hospital overnight to make sure they hadn't missed anything. Her aunt and uncle are flying in from Florida today…Nathan was at the fire station all night so she stayed at our place last night."

Harvey tried to pay attention but he couldn't. His eyes were trained on the edge of the desk in front of him and his whole body felt stiff. Anna had a seven-year-old daughter. A seven-year-old. The number kept repeating itself in his head. Seven. Seven. Seven. Finally he looked up at his friend, trying and failing to keep a straight face.

"She's here." The young detective pointed out of the glass window towards the main room. At one of the desks sat a little girl and a young police man, coloring and laughing over something a cop next to them had said. She was cute, small, had her strawberry-blonde hair, that was much like Anna's, tied up in little pigtails and a bright smile on her face. Held between her left arm and side was an old, stuffed tiger that looked like it'd been dragged around with the child for years. He found himself wondering if she'd dragged that out of the fire with her.

He watched her, his heart beating in his ears. "What's her name?" he asked quietly. "What's going to happen to her?"

"Her name is Lux," Angela answered, watching Harvey with kind eyes. "As for what's going to 'happen to her'… well we originally thought she'd go to her aunt and uncle. But Anna's lawyer brought over a copy of her will earlier today. It said who Anna wanted to take Lux in the unlikely case that she passed away before her daughter was eighteen" She paused. "…She wanted Lux's father to have custody. Harvey, that's why I called you…"

Harvey turned slowly, face as calm as it could be. He stared at Angela intently, leaning back in the chair again, his fists slightly clenched. He wished he was misinterpreting what she was saying, that she needed him as a lawyer to help with the custody or something. Running a hand through his dirty-blonde hair, he glanced over at little Lux again, his lips forming a tight line. He opened his mouth to speak, but realizing how dry his mouth felt, he swallowed thickly and cleared his throat.

"Is she…?" He was sure he already knew the answer, but couldn't find it in him to continue as he watched the girl. She had slid off her seat and was tugging at the hand of the cop that had been coloring with her. She was giggling wildly as the man stood, holding one of her hands, and one of the tiger's paws as they did an awkward little dance. The other one who had been joking around with them earlier was teasing his friend and Lux threw her head back in laughter when her babysitter dragged him up as well. He chuckled quietly as he gazed down at her.

He turned back to Angela, shaking his head. She had never answered his question but the look on her face confirmed it.

"I didn't know. I had no idea. She…no one ever told me that I…all of this time and she never even called to tell me I had a daughter?" he passed a hand over his face. "How is she?"

"Good, I think. The social worker she spoke to said she seemed fine, but she wasn't sure if she was just being strong or if she didn't really understand. And I don't know if she told anyone. She was out of the country for a couple years after you two ended it, remember? Lux was born in Italy according to these records. I wasn't sure…when I read the will so I checked her birth certificate and you're named as the father…she actually has your last name too. I don't know if she ever planned on telling anyone…much less you." Angela glanced down at the file before handing it to Harvey.

He took it and immediately began to read. Lux Rhodes-Specter. Born: October 13, 2004 - Florence, Italy. Mother: Anna Rhodes, Father: Harvey Specter. He stared down at his name…right next to the word, 'father.' He shook his head again.

"And Anna wanted me to have her?" He carefully closed the file looking up at the detective with a confused and pained expression. She simply nodded at him.

"I don't know, Angela… Is that really a good idea? She doesn't even know me! Wouldn't she be better off with her aunt and uncle? With people she's know her whole life?" he asked, sounding exasperated.

Harvey stood up, quickly finding himself pacing back and forth across the office, hands on the back of his head. He was very visibly distressed by all of this, and his usual I-don't-care-about-anyone-or-anything-but-me façade had started failing him the second he got that phone call and now was nearly completely gone.

"Harvey…Harvey!" Angela raised her voice to catch his attention. He looked at her, slowing his pacing. "Trust me, I haven't the slightest idea why she'd pick you of all people to raise a kid, especially when she has two people who are completely cut out for it and haven't been absent from her life for nearly eight years! But don't you think she had to have some reason then, to choose you over them? Her ex-boyfriend…over her actual family? I mean, I'm not trying to guilt you into this or anything…it's really up to you…but don't you think you owe it to Anna to at least try?"

He stopped at this, staring out the window at Anna's…his daughter. She was so small and innocent, sitting on the chair and hugging her stuffed tiger like it was all she had left as she smiled brightly at the two officers entertaining her. What the hell, Anna? his mind yelled as he collapsed into the chair again. His brown eyes stared at his ex-girlfriend's photo in the open file.

"Just meet her…and we can go from there…" Angela suggested quietly.

Harvey was silent for a long time. He didn't know what to think, he didn't know what to feel. Harvey Specter didn't do emotion…Harvey Specter didn't do caring. And now they wanted to hand the "emotionally unavailable" corporate lawyer a seven-year-old girl to take care of? It was insane. But it was Anna.

"Okay…I'll meet her," he agreed finally, giving his friend a small smirk. "But I should warn you, I'm not that great with kids. I mean, I babysat you and Nathan all the time and look at you two now. A cop and firefighter…" He shook his head.

"Shut up, you're proud of us," she laughed, lightly pushing him as they headed to the door. She was glad he seemed to be at least trying to go back to his calm, collected, cocky self. "Let's go introduce you to your daughter."

Harvey nodded, following her out of the office. So much for that stress-free weekend, he thought.