Hey Everyone!

I'm back!

I know, I promised I'd update last week, but I thought I should write a few more chapters before I posted. I also thought I should wait until the greatest show on television premiered it's new season. Gah! I wanna cry! I am seriously going batshit on Tumblr, tracking the 'Suits' tag (granted, there are some stuff that I don't really want popping up, but, c'est la vie!). The premier was amazing. Harvey was a BAMF. Jessica was a HBIC. And Mike was an adorable little puppy. AND THE GOD DAMN PROMO FOR THE NEXT EPISODE WITH MIKE AND RACHEL (My emotions... My emotions...)

Without further ado, here is the first chapter of The Portrait of Gamophobia!

Enjoy!

P.S. I don't own Suits.

"Babe."

"Hm?"

Italian leather shoes clicked off the floor as the powerful lawyer belonging to them began to walk through the bedroom from the bathroom, heading into the closet. The man was fixing his cuffs on his blue pin-stripped dress shirt, with the neck still not buttoned. Harvey's million dollar condo was lit up with sunlight as the beautiful April sky emphasized every beautiful thing in the room, including the beautiful woman. The woman that was in the room sat on the edge of the bed, pulling up her nude thigh-high stockings. She was still in her lilac lingerie: a push-up bra with lacy boy-shorts. She got up from the bed, following her man into the closet. She grabbed a gray Chanel pencil high-waist skirt, slipping it on her bottom half, still unzipped.

"Do you know where my blue tie is?"

She ignored him, looking for her shirt.

"You know which one, the electric blue striped one with the sky blue background-"

She held it up for him as she grabbed her shirt from the bottom drawer.

"And my-"

She held the silver cufflinks up.

"Oh, and where's-"

She held up the matching silver tie clip.

Harvey was going to ask her to fix his tie, but she grasped either side of the tie, making a very sophisticated Windsor knot, getting it to the right length. She grabbed the tie clip from Harvey's hands clipping it in the perfect spot; just how Harvey liked it. As he admired his tie, he didn't realize that his cuffs were clipped with the Swarovski cuffs already. He looked up to see Max tuck in her light blue satin dress shirt into her high waist gray skirt. Not wanting to feel useless, he moved her hands away from the back of her skirt, zipping up the skirt. He pressed his body against her back, wrapping her arms around her as he rested his head against her face.

"Thank you for marrying me," he whispered in a playful voice.

She smirked, "What would you do without me?"

"Not know the meaning of true beauty," he kissed her cheek before pulling away, going for his jacket that was sitting on the edge of the chaise.

"Harvey, you know how to make a girl blush," Max said, buttoning up her Chanel suit jacket. Max was fixing her hair as Harvey was putting on his jacket. All of a sudden, Max stopped what she was doing as she froze in mid-air. It took Harvey a few minutes to notice Max, whose smile was creeping on her face.

"What?" He asked.

"We match," Max said, laughing.

Sure enough, Harvey looked down to see that they were wearing a suit that had the exact same shade of gray. What made it funnier was that both their shirts were the exact same shade of light blue. Max shook her head as she began walking back into the closet.

"This is what I get for leaving an extra suit here," she said, shrugging off her jacket.

Harvey came to her right there and then, pulling the jacket back over her shoulders.

"Keep it on," he said, smirking at her as he fixed her collar, "I think it's cute."

She shrilled in laughter, leaning up to kiss him.

"Do not say 'cute', please," she scrunched her nose in distaste, "It's not in your vernacular."

"Then what is?" He said with a challenging eyebrow.

She shrugged her shoulders.

"Smart, sexy, savvy... I could keep going, you know."

"Oh I know," he said smiling.

She smiled up at Harvey, as she usually does. Yet Harvey caught something in her eyes that wasn't supposed to be there. He studied her for a moment. Yes, the was his Maxine. His beautiful, strong woman, but there was something off about the glint in her eye. Almost sad. Ah-ha. He found it. Sadness in her eyes. He knew today would be a day where Max had unhappy thoughts. It was about time; Max usually lasted three weeks care-free, and there would always be that one day that she'd allow herself to be sad. Just that one day, for a few hours. But it had been almost two months, and Harvey had worried.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

She pulled her head back in surprise, "Nothing?"

Ah. She's hiding.

He pulled her tighter against him, her arms between them as her held her close.

"Well, wrong or not, I just want to let you know that I love you, regardless of how you feel."

Max smiled, leaning up to kiss him deeply. When she pulled away, she looked into his eyes. The sadness was gone, but just for that moment.

"I love you too."

He zoomed past the condensed traffic, swiftly dodging a taxi before finding a clear path through the yellow cabs and black trucks. Mike loved riding his bike. Not only did Harvey not approve, Max didn't as well, and hell, he was pretty sure Rachel thought one day he'd smack his head of the pavement. He didn't care though; he loved the wind through his helmet, and the accessibility he had when riding his bicycle. He could go anywhere with his noble steed, and it was also eco-friendly. He couldn't think of any better way to go around New York City than his two-wheeled vehicle.

He saw that the traffic was progressing and slowly thinning out, so he decided to scale the edge of the sidewalk for safety precautions. As he was turning the corner, he squeezed the brake handle in order to avoid the person in front of him. Mike swiveled out of the way, slamming into a local newspaper stand. The newspaper stand was fine, but Mike's tire for his bike popped off. With an angry sigh, he threw his bike to the floor as he turned to face the person, knowing completely that this accident was no accident.

"Michael," the voice of the only person in the world who was hated by everyone at Pearson Hardman happened to reach his ear.

Mike sighed, turning to face the man.

"Cameron," the venom in Mike's voice was evident.

"How goes it?" The salt-and-peppered hair man said, "Everything alright over at Pearson Hardman?"

Mike rolled his eyes, "Just peachy."

As the blonde began to pick up his bike, Cameron moved to stand in front of him.

"You know, the trial for Oliver Klades is just around the corner," the older man said, leaning against the newspaper stand that was just used as an impromptu stopping device, "you sure you up for it?"

"Why the hell not, Cameron," Mike challenged, "I'm always up for an opportunity to kick your ass."

"Wow, you almost sounded like Harvey."

"Harvey likes to win," Mike picked up the bike, "and so do I. So if I sound like Harvey because I like to win, well, then so be it. I'm not afraid to beat you out of your own game."

"Ooh, the rookie threatening the veteran," the older lawyer cooed, "You have a long way to go hotshot. Pace yourself, because you might crash and burn… and I might be there to watch you fall."

Mike pierced his lips, "Get a life Cameron. Stop harassing people just for shits."

"Think about it, Junior," Cameron finally said before walking away.

The dirty blond seethed in his own anger as he threw his bicycle back onto the ground. It was just perfect that the one man who was hated by the majority of the lawyers in Manhattan happened to ruin his day immensely. On top of that, the wheel for his bike popped off, and Mike was going to be late to work. Again.

The whirr of a Vespa was heard, as it stopped beside him with a sobering look coming from the driver. Mike's mood increased significantly.

She always knew when the hell he needed her.

"Forgot to upgrade?" A brunette woman said, with a small smirk erupting.

He couldn't help but laugh at the situation.

"Got your Vespa back?"

"Had to hunt this bitch down and pay the bastard double."

"Does Harvey know?"

"Fuck no. If he did, I'm pretty sure he'd just destroy it."

Mike's head shot back, "You're a little vulgar today."

Finally, her eyes softened, she took of her helmet, with her hair cascading down softly. That's when Mike saw the reddening irises in her eyes from unshed tears. He moved towards her, but Max just put her hands up in defeat, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. She opened them to see her best friend look at her with worry. She smiled to him, trying to rid her face of worry.

"Orphan problems. That's all," Max said softly, knowing Mike would understand.

Mike did understand. Although Max wasn't technically an orphan, she still lost the only person who raised her all through her childhood and young adulthood. Most of the time, she could deal with the pain of the loss, but there were days that it just caught up to her, and she couldn't help but feel like crap.

Mike reached out to slightly pinch her cheek with his knuckles. She looked at him, smiling. He always knew when to say the right thing, but he also knew when not to say anything. She nodded towards the seat behind her, and Mike smiled, adjusting his messenger bag before hopping onto the back of the Vespa. He tightened his arms around her, and Max noticed this wasn't Mike holding on for her for safety. He was giving her a hug, and Max smiled, starting up her Vespa.

Her best friend always knew what to do.

"I freaked out."

The one and only Donna Paulsen quickly typed on her computer, ignoring the look she was receiving from Rachel Zane, who was leaning against the wall, and Maxine Harris, who was sitting on the edge of the redhead's desk, tossing a rubber-band ball in the air. Rachel looked at Donna accusingly while Max rolled her eyes at the stupid situation.

"You could have told us Donna," Rachel reasoned.

"That I was pregnant?" She whispered.

Max butted it, "correction: You thought you were pregnant, but refused to use at-home tests."

"Because the last time I did it, it gave me so much comfort," the redhead rolled her eyes, sending emails to clients about scheduling meetings.

"Well, I'm personally sad about that," Rachel said, getting up from her position, "I mean, imagine a little redheaded, spunky, mini-Donna dominating the world."

"Shit. Imagine we got screwed and had a mini-Ezra running around?" Max said laughing.

"But we didn't. Now shoo, I see Harvey coming down the hallway."

Rachel got up to leave, but Max rolled her eyes.

"He's my damn fiancé. I can do whatever I please."

Donna looked at Harvey, then looked back at Rachel, and Rachel looked at Harvey, who looked at Donna, and they both turned to face Max, who had a confusing look on her face.

"What?" She asked.

Harvey stopped in front of the three girls with the same look on his face.

"What?" He asked.

Donna smiled, "This whole matchy-matchy thing is oddly cute."

"Oh for the love of God," Max said, turning away from the group, bringing Rachel along with her as they linked arms, heading down the office. Donna turned to see Harvey smiling an all-too-knowing smile.

"You slick bastard," she said grinning, "you wore that suit on purpose."

He shrugged his shoulders, "I may have gotten a new one that happens to match Max's-"

"I'm telling Renée to never do you a favor like that again."

She was at her desk, looking at a dispute between two of the clients when there was a knock on her door. Rachel looked up to see a delivery man holding two dozen red roses in a large vase. Curious, she allowed the delivery man to enter. He placed the roses on the table before tipping his hat to her, heading out of the small office and off of the floor. She picked up the card, flipping over the expensive paper to expose the note in the envelope. She pulled the paper out, reading the note quickly.

Her heart melted.

'Rach; just because it's Monday, and you're beautiful.

x Mike'

She smiled, shook her head, and got back to work

"Are you going to tell him?"

"Nope."

"Donna, he has to know."

"Mike, if I tell Harvey Specter this, he will flip."

Mike looked out the break room, making sure the coast was clear.

"Donna, this is Harvey. If we don't tell him this, he'll throw us off the building."

"And if we do tell Harvey, he'll throw him off the building."

The blonde sighed, looking at the redhead in front of him as they stood in conspiracy.

"Does Jessica know?"

"She was the one who told me," Donna said softly, leaning an arm on the counter.

"This is bad," Mike said, "We have to tell Max though."

"Should we?" Donna asked, "She looks a bit bitter today."

Mike waved it off, "It's some other thing. Life thing."

Donna nodded as if she knew what he was talking about.

"What do you think will happen?"

"Probably nothing," Donna told Mike, "He's better now. Not as worse."

"But still out," Mike pleaded, "Donna, you saw Harvey that day. That was the worst day of Harvey's life. He had never been so scared, and I never want to see Harvey like that. How do you think he'll react to this?"

Donna sighed. He was right.

"I'm telling you," Mike said, crossing his arms, "we have to tell Max."

"Tell me what, Ross?" Miss Harris said, sauntering in, clearly looking at the two individuals who were having their own conference call.

Donna looked at Mike before raising her hands in defeat, and leaving the break room. With a raised eyebrow, she turned to Mike.

"Yes?" Max asked.

Mike sighed; there was no point.

"Don't tell Harvey, but..."

She moved her hand towards him, asking him to continue.

"Oliver Klades just got out of jail. On bail."

Just like that; Max's heart stopped.

The sun was just about to rise. She could see that it was getting light outside, but the sun hadn't peaked over yet. The lady who was sitting on her balcony brought the blanket closer to her as the soft breeze of the April air hit her. She could feel the season change, and she welcomed it. She turned her head to see inside the condo, where her love was still in bed, his back towards the window. She sighed, turning out to the extremely early-in-the-morning landscape. Her tears were wiped quickly, making sure they didn't leave a mark on her face. She couldn't sleep. She tried desperately to shut her eyes and dream, but even her hunk couldn't comfort the saddening thoughts creeping in her mind. The more she thought about it, the more tears that fell from her face. And now that Oliver Klades was on the loose... She finally just gave up, and started crying.

Harvey Specter's fiancée was crying.

Harvey, who was sleeping, instinctively reached out to the other side of the bed, expecting his hands to be comforted by the warm, soft skin of his love. What he got was cold silk sheets. Harvey opened his eyes, drowsy and confused, as his hair was sticking out of all different angles. He pushed himself off of the bed, looking around the semi-dark room. He was looking for her. His mind went on high alert, as he shot out of bed, shirtless with only pajama pants on. He frantically searched the room before he noticed the lone figure sitting alone on the old patio chair. Breathing a sigh of relief, he walked towards the porch door, moving to open the door. Harvey stopped when he saw her; his angel was crying.

His angel was Maxine Penelope Harris.

And Harvey's heart ached when he saw her.

He threw the door open, causing Max to look up. The one thing that Harvey hated the most was seeing her cry, because he knew that she would never make a sound. It was always quiet and painful, which is why he hated every minute of it. He rushed to her, kneeling in front of her as he placed comforting hands on her blanket-covered thigh.

"Babe," he said softly, "Max, what is it? Why are you crying?"

She shook her head, letting more silent tears fall.

"Tell me, please," he asked her, his heart breaking, "Talk to me. Tell me what's wrong."

She bit her lip again, looking down at her hands.

Harvey let out a frustrated sigh.

"Max, you have to tell me what's wrong so I can fix it."

"You can't," she whispered quietly.

He then let out a relieved sigh as he shut his eyes. She was talking.

"Why babe?" Harvey sat on the bottom half of the chair, leaning in closer to Max to get a better look at her face. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and tracks were running down her face.

She looked at him with a bittersweet smile, "It's just an old thought re-emerged..."

He nodded, asking her to continue.

She sighed, running a hand through her hair, "I always knew, after my mother died, she would never get to see me get married."

Recognition fluttered over Harvey's face. Oh, babe...

"But now," Max said with a stuttered breath, "Now that I'm actually getting married... It feels worse, because it's actually happening-"

"Max," he said, clutching her face. His thumb stroked her cheek, moving the tears away from her eyes.

"I know," she laughed, leaning into his touch, "I know it's so stupid..."

"It's not," he said, shuffling closer to her, "It's okay to be upset about this, babe."

She bit her lip, nodding at Harvey.

He kissed her forehead, knowing that if he hugged her, she would break down and start crying even more, and Harvey didn't know if he could handle it. Harvey knew it was a smart decision, as Max began to calm down considerably. On Max's behalf, the only reason she was calming down was because Harvey was there. She sighed, grabbing Harvey's hand. It was oddly soft, knowing Harvey had rough hands. She let the pads of her fingers feel his palm; the texture of each ripple, the softness of the skin, the little scar he had from baseball. She always thought his hands were fascinating. Harvey was powerful, and his hands embodied that: the strong grip, firm hold, and powerful fist. There was so much to say about his hands, and she loved it.

Harvey's hand came up to her face to brush her hair away.

"Okay?" He asked softly.

She nodded, "Okay."

He pulled her up, off the patio lounge, wrapping his arms around her as they quietly walked into the bedroom. Max bit her lip, and as if on cue, Harvey looked down at her.

"You know, you're really a handful today."

She pulled him to the bed, forcing him to sit up and face her. She had this look to her; scared, uncertain... and he knew it wasn't because of Max's mother. It was a whole other reason, and Harvey was scared out of his mind.

"What's wrong?"

She placed both of her hands on either side of his face.

"You have to promise me you will try to not get angry. If you do, you leave this room. You deal with it outside of this room. There is too much love in this room, and I don't want you tainting it. Do you understand me, Harvey Specter? You deal with whatever you have to outside of this room."

"Don't scare me like this," Harvey said softly.

"I'm not scaring you," she said firmly, "I'm preparing you."

He looked deep into her eyes. She wasn't giving away anything.

"Promise me," she asked him.

After a moment, Harvey nodded, "Yes, I promise."

Max nodded before letting go of Harvey's face, and folding her hands in her lap. Her eyes never left his.

"Oliver Klades was released on bail yesterday morning."

All the blood drained from Harvey's face in an instant.

But right after that happened, she could see his jaw tense to a degree that Max had never seen before. His eyes became dangerous, his nostrils flared, and the vein in his forehead was aching to pop out. His fists were clenched as his breaths were deep. Standing up, he paced the room for a moment before stopping. He turned towards Max.

He walked up to her, placing a quick kiss on her forehead before stalking out of the room, shutting the door behind him very softly. Max mentally counted four and a half seconds before she heard something smash. She closed her eyes, waiting for the rage to cool down. It wasn't as bad as she thought, but then she realized that the front door opened, and slammed back tightly. She frowned. They didn't need this right now. They were supposed to be happy right now. They were getting married for Christ's sake. They didn't need Oliver Klades ruining their lives again. They just didn't. She looked out the window. Her life was perfect. Yes, it had its ups and downs, but that's why it was perfect. Because it was perfect for her.

Max crawled back into bed, pulling the sheets over her head, thankful that it was still nearly dark outside. She shut her eyes as she waited for Harvey to come back.

The sun had risen when she woke to the feeling of a powerful arm pull her from the far side of the bed to the middle, holding her close to his body. Harvey held her tighter than usual, a clear signal that he was afraid of losing her, and he wanted to protect her with everything he had. Max placed a comforting hand on his own, and just like that, the couple fell asleep quickly and peacefully.

Five minutes later, the alarm clock went off.

Oh, it's so good to be back!

I know it's a little confusing, but in the next few chapters, it'll clear up.

I'll post the next chapter before Saturday if I can get 30 reviews. I love hearing all of your feedback, and yes, I do read every review. How bout it, huh?

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xoxo N.