Time To Move

[agunslinger]

Harvey had never been afraid to live in New York City in all the time he had been here. It had always been home. The smells always comforted him and the massive crowds were a good thing. He liked his city. Everything about this place was amazing. The idea of living in DC to be with Annie properly was entertaining, but committing to it terrified him

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[freshoffthefarm]

On the second day of a five day, post-mission settle-down routine, Annie came out of her kitchen with her lunch and settled on the couch for some good, old-fashioned afternoon trash television. What she got was breaking news out of New York City regarding--

"Oh, my God." She'd just been on the phone with him not an hour earlier, two tops. They'd just been on the phone. That was Harvey's courthouse-- well, not his courthouse, obviously, but the one he--

She watched the reporter on screen, but kept her eyes on the background confusion, the chaos causing her heart to constrict. Lifting her phone, she tried to call Harvey's cell, then his office, then his cell again. Nothing.

Then she grabbed her car keys.

Forcing herself to calm down, she waited until she was on the highway out of town before she tried to call Donna.

[agunslinger]

It was Louis that told Donna to get to a television and fast. She half expected this to be some sort of stupid prank on his part to get back at Harvey for this morning. She didn't plan for any of this. Her mouth dropped open, but no sound came out. It took her a full two minutes before she was racing back to her desk to get her boss on the phone. She was mid-dial when she heard the clapping of Jessica's heels. She had heard the news too apparently. They had four lawyers in that building, but Donna only really cared about getting news on one. She was getting absolutely nothing

[freshoffthefarm]

Annie's call to Donna that had gotten her nowhere (through no fault of that wonderful woman, of course), had only sent her blood pressure through the roof. The CIA didn't do domestic and they certainly didn't do domestic terrorism. That was a job for Homeland Security and the FBI. Not only was this out of her jurisdiction personally, but it was also out of it professionally. And though she had people she could call on for answers later, she didn't dare pick up a phone that way now.

Instead, she dealt with traffic the best way she knew how: by weaving in and out and putting the skills that the American Government had entrusted to her to good use. It helped shave a six hour drive to five, and then she used credentials she shouldn't have to get into midtown when she shouldn't. She went straight to Harvey's office.

[agunslinger]

With the relatively low body count and Harvey's potential concussion the doctors were able to slip him into a room. He was partnered up with another man who had suffered significant brain damage from an incident days before. There was a curtain between their beds, but the man took every opportunity to pull it back and ask Harvey his name again. The next couple of hours were pretty exhausting and the nurse's had put in a call to Harvey's office after he finally realized that he needed to let people know he was okay