Author's Note: So I haven't done a multi-chapter fic in a while. But this idea wouldn't leave me alone. And I just really wanted to do a story where Mike and Harvey have to get married for some reason and what better fake marriage movie to go off of than the Proposal? I took some creative liberties with this one but, duh, it's FanFiction so I can so whatever I want. It's sort of AU I guess, because I doubt Harvey's really from Canada. But I'll offer a better explanation for that in the next chapter. Also, try and bear with me, I'll try to write and post the chapters as promptly as possible, but life and writer's block does have a tendency to get in the way.

Anyway, here's the fic. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. Unfortunately.

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The orange glow of the morning sun crept through the window of Mike Ross' apartment. The warm rays of light spread out across his bed, bathing the sheets in warmth. Mike sighed contently and snuggled down further on his pillow until—yes. That was it. His body had settled into the most comfortable spot on the mattress and he was set to just lay there the rest of the day, not worrying about anything or anyone.

Mike was in heaven, his deep slumber producing a rather vivid dream featuring one Rachel Zane crawling across the table of the Pearson-Hardman legal library, ready to pounce. Mike licked his lips and leaned back in his seat, revealing in how real the dream felt. Rachel was getting closer. She reached out, her hand on Mike's face, pulling him towards her. Their lips were so close and Mike was so ready to chalk this up as the best dream ever when a shrill sound rang out, making everything go black than painfully bright as Mike opened his eyes.

His first instinct was to swipe blindly at his alarm clock until he hit the snooze button. But after pounding his fist over the device about five times with no results, Mike went for his cell phone.

He squinted to see the caller ID in the harsh morning light, and when he could finally make it out, Mike froze.

"H-hey Harvey—"

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" Mike gulped when he heard the tone of his boss' voice on the other end. Harvey never yelled, but there was no mistaking that Mike was in some very deep shit right about now.

Mike gulped, turning slowly to look at the clock that he had assaulted moments earlier. A quarter after nine. The firm opened at seven-thirty. Sharp. He was beyond screwed.

"Harvey I'm—I don't know how I—"

"If you're not down here in fifteen minutes, you're fired."

"Harvey, are you insane?" Mike realized that probably wasn't the thing to say to a boss that was threatening to fire you, but he was too busy trying to untangle himself from his sheets and sprint over to the bathroom to not out his foot in his mouth. "I mean—I can't—"

"Do you want to make it ten minutes? Including a coffee run?"

Mike didn't answer.

"I thought so. See you in fifteen."

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Mike took the quickest shower of his life that morning. Not that it mattered though because by the time he had walked out of the elevator into Pearson and Hardman, he was drenched in sweat from the Tour de France speed he had to maintain on his bike in order to get across town in the ridiculous amount of time Harvey allotted.

"Nice of you to join us today, Mr. Ross."

Mike turned to see Rachel standing there, and his dream immediately came to mind. Luckily his face was so red from his marathon of a bike ride that no one would notice him blushing.

"You look like hell," She commented, adjusting the stack of folders on her hip and giving him a once over.

"While I'm flattered that you're so blatantly checking me out," Mike said cheekily, and he was sure he just saw Rachel trying to hide a smile. "I really need to go tell Harvey I'm here so he doesn't fire my ass."

He left Rachel with a wink and walked hurriedly to Harvey's office. Donna greeted him with a look that said "You are so dead" as she ushered him in with a wave of her manicured hand.

Mike entered Harvey's office cautiously. Just because Harvey hadn't sounded mad on the phone did not mean he wasn't absolutely livid with Mike. The only comfort Mike had was that Harvey wouldn't kill him right there in his office. Too many windows. Too many witnesses. Even Harvey Specter couldn't win that case.

When Harvey didn't say anything right away, Mike cleared his throat obviously to get his attention, an action he regretted almost instantly when Harvey turned away from the window to face him. He did not look happy.

"I'm sorry princess, I didn't mean to wake you this morning but you see, you have this little thing called a job, and mind you, it's one that most people would kill for but since you seem to think that your beauty rest is more important—"

"Harvey, look I'm so, so sorry. It won't happen again."

"Oh I'm almost positive it will," Harvey unbuttoned his suit jacket as he took a seat at his desk. "So until next time, I have a few things for you to do. Things that you could've had done by lunch but since you decided to sleep in…" Harvey shuffled through the neat piles of blue case folders on his desk until he found the right one. He handed it to his associate who started looking through the file right away. Harvey was just about to open his mouth to explain what he needed done when Donna interrupted them.

"Jessica needs to see you in her office Harvey," He looked up to tell his assistant to tell Jessica to give him five minutes, but when he saw the way Donna was twisted around in her chair, looking at him like she had just been handed a death sentence he frowned.

"Tell her I'm on my way."

She nodded curtly and took the phone off her chest to relay the message to the managing partner.

"I'll be back," Harvey stood and refastened the top button of his suit. "Stay here, read those files. If I'm not back in seven minutes, come get me. We have a lot to do and not a lot of time to do it thanks to someone."

"I said I was sorry," Mike shrugged and took up a more comfortable position on the black couch across from Harvey's desk. The lawyer just rolled his eyes and headed for the door.

"Seven minutes." He reminded Mike. And then he was gone.

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"You wanted to see me?" Harvey stepped into Jessica's office wearing his most charming and winning smile.

"Close the door and take a seat, Harvey," She nodded toward one of the chairs facing her desk and Harvey did as instructed.

"So, what's this about?" Harvey decided to bite after sitting for a few minutes watching Jessica flip through some papers held together in a manila folder. Usually he was quite skilled at reading people, especially someone like Jessica who he had known since he had moved to New York when he was seventeen. But the only thing he could tell from the half lidded gaze she shot him as she took a seat behind her desk was that she was really, really upset and more likely than not, Harvey was the cause of it.

"Do you know what this is?" Jessica held up the folder. Obviously it was meant to be a trick question because it was closed and unless Harvey somehow developed X-ray vision in the next three seconds, he was unable to see the answer to Jessica's cryptic inquiry.

"'Fraid I haven't a clue," Harvey keep his charming smile in place and shrugged coolly.

"Harvey," Jessica sighed and leaned forward, folding her slender hands over the paper work that was currently the cause of Harvey's biggest problem that he didn't know he had. "This isn't funny. It's quite serious actually. This folder contains a notice from the immigration office."

The smile evaporated from Harvey's face, the rest of his body all but went numb.

"Harvey, you're being deported." Jessica informed him flatly. "Which, is actually quite funny to me because here I thought a citizen of the United States of America didn't have to worry about getting deported."

"Jessica, I can explain," Harvey began but Jessica didn't give him the chance before jumping down his throat again.

"Harvey I don't think you understand how serious this is. I thought you told me you had gotten dual citizenship after you had graduated Harvard."

"I well—you said that I couldn't work for you unless I was legally permitted to stay in the United States." Harvey shrugged slightly. He also thought that as long as he kept renewing his working visa, he wouldn't have to worry about Jessica finding out.

"You said you took the test and that you became a citizen." Jessica crossed her arms and glared at him pointedly.

"But a working visa was so much faster and so much less studying," Harvey knew anything he said wouldn't make Jessica less mad at him but the least he could do was try. "And, please like you need to be a citizen of this country to be the best damn lawyer in the city—"

"No but you need to be a citizen to stay the best damn lawyer in the city." Jessica countered.

"Oh c'mon it's not like I lied to you. I told you that I was now legally able to work and live in the United States. That seemed good enough for you back then."

"Well back then, I thought we would never have to worry about you getting deported, Harvey," Jessica expelled an exasperated sigh and stood up. Unable to even look at Harvey anymore, she opted to stare out the window, gazing down at the busy city street. "Do you know how this is going to look? For me? For the firm? For you?"

"Jessica," It was Harvey's turn to sigh. He got to his feet and stuffed his hands in his pocket, slowly taking a step towards his boss. "You're acting as if I don't already have this figured out."

"Well…" She finally looked at him. "Do you?"

Harvey opened and closed his mouth, not knowing what to say because he definitely did not have a plan. Jessica completely blind –sided him with this little bit of news that no one ever was supposed to find out about. But Harvey was famous for thinking on his feet. he just needed a temporary solution to get Jessica and the United States Immigration Office off his back.

And, lucky for him, that solution just so happened to knock on the door that very same moment.

"Uhm, sorry to interrupt—" Mike had one foot in Jessica's office and Harvey could have run over there and hugged him for not being late the one time it really counted.

"Mr. Ross, we're a little busy right now. Can it wait until later?"

Mike looked to Harvey for help, whose expression told him that it absolutely could not.

"A-actually, uh it can't. You see Donna has a women on the phone who's separating from her very wealthy husband and she was just wondering—"

As Mike droned on about the bullshit client, Harvey was suddenly struck with an idea that would not doubt make all his troubles disappear.

"Jessica," he held up a hand so Mike would stop talking and cleared his throat. "I know, you're worried about everything, but as I already told you I have it under control."

Jessica crossed her arms and gave Harvey a look that said "I'm waiting."

"You see, this whole mess will be fixed no problem because Mike and I—come on, Mike. Don't be shy," Harvey waved his associate over until Mike was standing right at his side. "We're getting married."

"Who's getting—Oh, uhm I—we are." Mike quickly amended when Harvey put his arm around his shoulder and squeezed tightly.

Jessica wasn't buying it for a second. "You two? Getting married?"

"Yeah, sure why not. It's legal now," Harvey pulled Mike closer to him. Mike laughed nervously.

"I didn't even know you were dating, let alone engaged." Jessica leaned on the edge of her desk, suddenly very intrigued.

"Yes, well Jessica I didn't know you were married either. But I forgave you for that, personal lives are personal after all." Harvey reminded her, charming smile back in place.

"So, is it too personal for me to ask when this all started? I mean, Mr. Ross you've only been working here for a few months."

"Jessica," Harvey sighed again. "Mike and I really don't feel comfortable—"

"Actually," Mike interjected because there was no way he was going to let Harvey have all the fun of making him extremely uncomfortable in front of his boss. "I have no problem discussing it all at. You see, Harvey here," Mike upped the ante, snaking his arm around Harvey's waist. "Well, he couldn't keep his hands off me when I started here. I mean, you should have seen how he rewarded me for landing my first client—"

"I'm sure she doesn't need the details Mike," Harvey clapped him hard on the back. And thankfully Jessica concurred.

"Yes, Mr. Ross, that's quite enough. I don't need the mental image." Mike made an apologetic gesture with his free hand. Jessica had obviously heard enough. She reached across her desk for the folder and handed it to Harvey.

"I want this fixed. Today." She ordered, already beginning to get back to her regular work.

"Yes, Ma'am," Harvey saluted her with the manila folder and let go of Mike before turning to leave. Mike went to follow only to be stopped halfway to the door by Jessica.

"Mr. Ross, if this turns out to be some kind of scheme to get Harvey to stay in the country, they'll be nothing I can do to protect either of you. Do you understand me?"

Mike gulped and nodded feebly. "Y-yes, Ms. Pearson. I understand."

Jessica still looked skeptical but shooed him out of her office regardless. Mike had to admit, he admired the sort of unspoken and unbreakable trust she and Harvey shared. And, Harvey? Well, he owed Mike a major explanation.

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A/N: Next Chapter should be up soon! In the meantime, reviews are love!