#scottie

who better than scottie for the job.

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The conference room at Pearson Specter Litt smelled like expensive coffee and tension.

You'd been brought in as second chair on a merger case that Harvey had been circling for weeks one of those deals where the opposing counsel was aggressive, the client was nervous, and the margins for error were razor thin. You were good at this. You knew it. Harvey knew it. That's why he'd asked for you specifically.

What neither of you had anticipated was Dana Scott.

She walked into the room at 9:47 AM like she owned it, dark hair and the kind of smile that came from years of knowing exactly what she looked like walking into a room. Senior partner at the opposing firm. You'd seen her name in the filings but hadn't put a face to it yet.

Harvey had.

The shift in him was almost imperceptible. A half-second of stillness before his expression locked back into that signature smirk. You caught it only because you knew him knew the exact cadence of his composure.

"Harvey." Her voice was low and warm. Too warm, with that particular familiarity that came from history rather than friendliness. "I didn't know you'd be at this one."

"Scottie" He didn't stand. "Sit down. We're starting in two minutes."

She sat across from him and looked at you with the kind of measured assessment that was wrapped in a smile. "And you must be the associate he's brought along."

"Second chair," you said pleasantly.

"Right." She held your gaze a beat too long. "I've heard about you."

You didn't give her the satisfaction of asking what she'd heard.

---

The session lasted three hours. Scottie was sharp you'd give her that. But she kept pulling focus. Little things, subtle things. Angling her body toward Harvey when she spoke. Referencing cases from years ago, inside shorthand from a time before you. Laughing at something he said like it was just between them.

Harvey didn't take any of it. His responses were clipped, professional, impenetrable. He redirected every deviation back to the terms on the table. When she tried to draw him into a sidebar during the break you watched from across the room he cut it short in under thirty seconds and came back to you with an extra coffee and no comment.

But then she did something that crossed a line.

At the end of the session, while you were gathering your things, she passed you on the way out and said, quietly enough that only you could hear:

"He always comes back. Just so you know."

And then she was gone.

You stood there for a moment with Harvey's files in your hands and something cold settling in your chest. You didn't say anything to him. Not there, not in the car, not in the elevator back up to the forty-ninth floor. You told yourself it was professionalism. Really it was that you needed to think.

By the time Harvey finally left the office at 8 PM, you'd been home for two hours. And in that time, Scottie had sent you a LinkedIn request.

Followed by a direct message.

Just friendly advice from someone who knows him better than you think. Harvey doesn't do permanent. He does convenient. I learned that the hard way. Don't let him waste your time.

You set your phone face-down on the kitchen counter and opened a bottle of wine.

---

You heard his key in the lock just after eight-thirty.

Harvey came in the way he always did jacket over his arm, tie loosened, already moving through the apartment like he owned the air in it. He looked at you on the couch, and paused.

He read rooms the way other people read faces.

"What happened?"

You handed him your phone.

He read the messages without expression. But you watched his jaw tighten, the subtle flicker behind his eyes that meant he was calculating. When he looked up, there was something rare in his face not quite guilt, but something close to it. Something careful.

"She said something to you at the end of the session too, didn't she."

It wasn't a question.

"'He always comes back,'" you said. "Word for word."

Harvey set the phone down on the coffee table and sat beside you. Not across from you, not at a careful distance right beside you, close enough that his knee pressed against yours.

"I need you to hear me," he said.

"I'm listening."

"Scottie and I were... it was a long time ago, and it ended the way it was always going to end. We're too similar. We're both too used to winning." He paused. "She was watching us today. Figured out what you are to me. And she did what she does."

"Which is?"

"Destabilize." His voice was level. "She's good at it. She gets in your head." He turned to look at you directly. "That message isn't friendly advice. It's sabotage. And the fact that she went out of her way to find you, reach out to you directly that's not someone who's moved on. That's someone who's threatened."

You were quiet for a moment. "She said you don't do permanent."

Something passed across his face.

"She believed that," he said, "because I let her believe it. Because with Scottie, neither of us was ever really 'in it'. We were just two people who understood each other enough to be dangerous." He held your gaze. "That's not what this is."

The words sat in the air between you, clean and unqualified. Harvey didn't do declarations. He didn't dress things up or soften edges. Which meant when he said something like that, it landed with the full weight of how much it had cost him to say it.

You exhaled slowly. "I wasn't spiraling," you said. "I was just..."

"I know what you were doing," he said. "You were being reasonable about something that deserved to piss you off."

A reluctant smile pulled at the corner of your mouth. "You're not supposed to say that."

"I'm not supposed to do a lot of things." He reached over and took your wine glass, set it on the table, and pulled you into him. His arm came around your shoulders with that easy certainty he had like there was nowhere else you were supposed to be. "She's off the case. I'm calling opposing counsel tonight and citing conflict of interest."

"You don't have to do that."

"Yes," he said simply, "I do."

You leaned into him, some of the tension finally leaving your body. "She was good in there, actually. As much as I hate to say it."

"Scottie's very good," Harvey agreed. "Always has been. Doesn't mean she's in your league."

You tilted your head to look at him. "Was that a compliment?"

"It was a fact."

You kissed him then soft at first, the kind of kiss that was more relief than heat. His hand came up to your jaw and tipped your face toward his, and the careful, controlled version of Harvey started to quietly come apart at the edges the way it only ever did like this, with you, when the door was closed and there was nowhere left to perform.

"I need you to know something," you murmured against his mouth.

"Tell me."

"If another ex tries that, I'm not being reasonable about it."

He pulled back just enough to look at you, and something flickered in his eyes something warm and a little dangerous and entirely his.

"God, I hope not," he said.

And then he kissed you like you were the only case he'd ever wanted to win.

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Later, much later when the apartment was quiet and dark and his hand was drawing slow patterns against your back, you heard him say it again. Quiet, almost to himself.

"Not true with you."

You pressed a smile into his shoulder and didn't say anything.

"Can we chat about – I don't know if Gabriel's gonna be somewhere mad at me for this, but I gotta point it out. Harvey's got a very, sort of, coquettish, pillow-hugging thing going on on the bed. [Sarah laughs.] Do you know in this scene, where he's putting it all together? Like, it's such an interesting take. Like, you'd – I don't know why, you'd think he'd kind of . . . be reclined, but instead he's on his . . . stomach, like holding a pillow. It's very . . . different. And I love it. But I definitely, I was like, "Huh! Harvey?""

– Patrick J Adams on Sidebar: A Suits Watch Podcast episode "Play the Man"

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