With a sturdy hand, Harvey Spector slid the last record onto the shelf. Stepping back he admired his new office, a ghost of a smile on his face. Everything was perfect from the shelves overflowing with the records he had been collecting his entire life to the autographed memorabilia set blatantly out for all to see. Slowly spinning to take it all in Harvey's smile grew larger, no one had ever accused him of being modest. Striding to the mahogany desk reflecting the last rays of light shining through the vast windows, Harvey palmed the Harleton merger file to take home for the night. As he turned to leave, Donna's neat cursive on the obnoxiously pink post it, he had told her time and time again not to use those, but did she listen- no, caught his eye. What did he ever do before Donna? He had gone through seven assistants in five weeks before her. Donna Paulsen. She strolled in and immediately didn't take any of his shit. She did her job, borderline perfectly Harvey had to admit even if it pained him to do so, but in the past three months she had yet to take shit from him. And he liked that.

Making a small change to his plans for the night, Harvey strolled out the door with renewed vigor. Pushing the number one on his phone, speed dial connected him as he waited for the elevator doors to open for him

"Ray, I'm going to need you to find me the closest jewelry store. We have an errand to run."

"Trevor, this is a really bad idea.." Mike Ross glanced at his best friend, trying as best as possible to fit in with the crowd. "If we get caught…" Mike didn't have to explain, Trevor knew exactly what he meant and for a moment there was a brief look of fear in his eyes but it was quickly replaced with his 'Cool Guy' facade, the one Mike had always seen right through.

"Don't worry man, this place is packed, they'll never notice us. Besides, this is Jenny we're talking about. Don't you think she deserves this?"

Mike groaned, nervously dragging his hand across the back of his neck. Trevor had always known what to say to get him to go along with his harebrained plans. His mom's words flowed back into his mind. She had always told him 'Mikey, you're your own person, and I know I've taught you better than this.." a stab of pain at the thought of his mom drew his breath in sharply. Decision made, Mike turned on his heel to find Trevor. Brushing past a man in a fancy three piece suit, Mike rolled his eyes and came to Trevor's side.

"Okay, here's what we're going to do." At these words Trevor turned back to him, a mischievous smile stretched across his face.

He knew he should probably stop, but he couldn't help fingering the slim silver bracelet in his pocket. Occasionally his fingers would graze one of the small purple stones and he couldn't help his fleeting smirk. Now just to make it out of the store… Mike forced himself to stay looking at the display in front of him. He couldn't look at Trevor, he just had to trust him to hold up his-

A loud crash interrupted his thoughts, and as everyone else turned to spot the stupid teenaged boy who just knocked over the display of the latest line of gemstone earrings, Mike beelined for the door his smirk growing into a full on smile as he made it out the jewelry store door, all attention on Trevor and his 'clumsiness'. Glancing back at the door for a brief second, Mike quickly weaved in and out of the New York foot traffic until he was a safe half block away from the jewelry store.

Leaning against a parked black car to wait for Trevor, Mike took his first real breath since he had slid the elegant bracelet into his pocket. Hands shaking and pushing his conscience away for the moment, Mike pulled the bracelet out of his pocket, the purple stones catching the sunlight. Turning his hand slightly, Mike was mesmerized by the bracelet, disbelieving of the fact that he had just stolen it and eager to see Jenny's reaction to the gift.

A chill ran up Mike's spine and he shivered despite the coat that was buttoned up, it was a thin coat, and he looked cautiously down the street bouncing slightly on his heels. "Come on Trevor.. standing here with stolen property is probably a really shitty idea."

Glancing down at the bracelet Mike moved to put it back in his pocket, only for his head to shoot back up.

"Who the hell are you and why are you loitering at my car?"

Speechless, Mike's eyes widened, looking straight at the man from the jewelry store in the three piece suit. Instinctively he fisted his hand to hide the bracelet only to have it slide between his fingers and land next to the man's fancy leather shoes.

Swooping quickly, the man picked up the bracelet by the price tag looking straight at Mike with a raised eyebrow.

"Did. did you know that more than 35 million dollars worth of merchandise is stolen everyday. And only 55% of shoplifters claim to have… sorry, nervous habit." Mike cut himself off at the sight of both of the man's raised eyebrows as he realized he was only implicating himself.

"May I have that back, sir?" Nervousness caused the thirteen year old's manners to seep out.

"Where the hell are your parents, kid?" Harvey repressed his grin at both the boy's obvious discomfort and his barely suppressed indigence at being referred to as a kid.

"Dead, thanks for asking." Damn. The kid wasn't lying either. Harvey glanced down at the bracelet the kid obviously stole weighing his options. Harvey knew he wasn't a saint, but the kid did steal.

"Well then where are you staying, smartass? You're obviously not living on the streets." Harvey took in the kid's slightly worn, but clean clothes.

Silence and awkward shuffling.

"You're really not helpful, kid."

Silence, awkward shuffling and lip biting.

"Okay, come on then, we'll just go talk to the store owner." Harvey grabbed the boy's arm loosely but firmly and pulled him back towards the store. Three, two..

"Wait!" The kid pulled back on him bringing them to a stop.

Harvey didn't even try to contain his cocky smile. "Decide to cooperate now, kid?"

"Stop calling me that.." he continued before Harvey could comment. "My foster family lives in an apartment a few blocks away. I stay with them." The awkward shuffling was renewed and Harvey kept his loose grip on the bony arm enclosed by the kid's coat.

"I answered your question… Can I go now?" Harvey glanced at the boy's blond head, his eyes never lifted from the ground as he asked his question.

"Sure," Harvey answered briskly, mind made up. Pulling the kid back to his car, nodding to Ray who had emerged during his exchange to the boy. "Get it, let's go." The dear eyed look the kid gave him only spread his smirk.