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"You lost."

Harvey didn't even look up from his work. "I didn't."

Mike raised his eyebrows. "Denial, always a fascinating concept."

"Listen Mike, it really isn't that complicated. I do not lose. Ever."

"Well, sorry to burst your bubble. You did. Big time."

Harvey let out a deep sigh, closed the folder he was reading and looked at Mike while rubbing his temples as if to fight off an upcoming headache.

"Last time Mike, and please, pay attention: It is scientifically impossible that I lost. Ask anybody. It doesn't happen." He leaned back in his chair. "God, why do I always have to explain everything numerous times to you?" Harvey shook his head in disbelief at so much stupidity. "Now act like a grownup and accept your defeat."

Mike got up from the couch and stood in front of Harvey's desk with a stubborn expression on his face. He crossed his arms to emphasize he wasn't going to give in. After all, the bet had been who could name the most Bond movies and Mike had won. Hands down.

"Really Harvey? You are really going to insist that you won? Although even a five year old would know that I won?" Harvey's arrogance never ceased to amaze Mike.

Harvey raised one eyebrow. "A five year old? Well, let's put that to the test. Just ask Louis in here and see what he thinks. Oh wait...you didn't record any of this. So it's your word against mine. And as I already told you, everybody knows I always win. Which leads me to the conclusion that, since we have no record of it and we have to depend on the opinion of others, I won." He smiled. "Like I said Mike, it really is quite simple."

Mike closed his eyes and tried to find his inner Buddha. Because he was about to hit that arrogant face and wipe the grin off.

"So," he started, trying very hard to stay calm. "Following your logic, I lost. And instead of you taking me to the Bond premiere, which I so rightfully deserved, I get to stay in here all night proofing those bylaws." He glanced at the five boxes that were stacked next to Donna's desk. "But since you pointed out there is no evidence whatsoever that this bet even took place, why would I do that?" he couldn't hide a triumphant smile.

Harvey looked at him pensively. "You have a valid point there, Mike," he closed his laptop and got up from behind his desk. "I guess you're right. I can't make you do that because you lost this somewhat elusive bet." He put on his jacket and smiled at him. "I can however tell you, as your boss, that I want these bylaws proofed by tomorrow." Harvey picked up his briefcase. "I would really love to stay and help, but I have a premiere to attend." With his signature smug grin on, he walked out.

Mike considered setting the files on fire but decided against it on account of the state of the art sprinkler system.

He should have known that Harvey would never take on a bet he could possibly lose without having one of his 146 alternative strategies lined up.

He walked over to Donna's desk to pick up the boxes and maybe some sympathy, but she looked at him and while slowly shaking her head she said; "Really Mike? You didn't see that one coming? Tch. Disappointing."

Mike knew better than to argue with Donna so he picked up the first box and carried it to his cubicle. It was going to be a long night.

...

When Harvey went past Donna's desk the next morning he noticed that there were three boxes filled with bylaws still standing unopened at the exact same spot as they had been the day before. He frowned and looked around in search of Donna. When he couldn't find her he went looking for Mike to find out why he hadn't finished his task.

When he approached Mike's cubicle he saw his jacket hanging over his chair, phone on his desk, file open, and a yellow marker lying on top of it. There was also a half empty cup of coffee. But no sign of Mike. Harvey turned to Harold who was, like always, staring at Harvey in awe. "Have you seen Mike?"

Harold shook his head. "No sir," he managed.

Harvey's frown got deeper. "What time did you get here?"

Harold looked at his watch. "About a half an hour ago."

A very unpleasant feeling of worry started to work its way into Harvey's mind. Something was wrong.

Harvey checked the boxes and files on Mike's desk. He had completed the first box and made a start with box number two. If it had been Harold, that would have been pretty impressive for an all-nighter. But for Mike that meant three hours of work. At the most.

Harvey could imagine that Mike would have gone home after that. If he had been Mike he probably wouldn't even have stayed that long. After all, Mike had won the bet. Harvey felt the guilt creeping in and settling next to the growing worry. A nerve-wracking combination.

It was obvious Mike didn't go home. All of his personal belongings were still here. But where the hell was he? Harvey headed back to Donna's desk to find her on the phone with a dark cloud of worry hanging over her. She was talking to security and he could see by the look on her face that whatever she was told, it wasn't good.

She put down the phone and looked at Harvey. "Mike's disappeared."

"Don't be stupid." His voice was harsh, trying to disguise his fast growing worry with anger. "He can't have just vanished. He probably fell asleep in the file room. Or on the couch in Jessica's office."

"Harvey," Donna tried to stay calm. "He isn't here. I've been here for over an hour. I've searched every room on this floor, checked with everybody. He's not here. He's neither at his house, nor at any of his friends' that either Rachel or I know about. He's also on none of the surveillance cameras that cover the entrance." She paused and Harvey could sense that the worst was yet to come.

Donna took a deep breath before continuing. "But they found him on the footage from the cameras at the back entrance. He left the building at 11:21. Apparently you can see that he is arguing with someone who unfortunately stayed out of sight from the cameras. After a few minutes he walked in the direction of whomever he'd been arguing with and never came back."

Harvey felt sick. A million thoughts raced through his mind. There was one that was taking the lead. What if Harvey had been honest and admitted that he lost the bet, and had taken Mike with him? None of this, whatever the hell it was, would have happened. Harvey tried to shake the paralyzing feeling of guilt. He needed to stay focused. He needed to find Mike.