Disclaimer: I do not own Suits, Harvey or even Mike... 'cause that'll just be weird and the series wouldn't have been so awesome. The characters and themes belong to their respective owners.
AN: ... I dunno... this just hit me one morning, so VOILA! I hope you enjoy this OOC-fic! You have been warned!
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Just another day not at the ... office?
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"At this rate we might as well walk there," Harvey snapped, drumming his fingers impatiently on the armrest between him and his associate.
"It's not that bad, we're not late," Mike said, seemingly content with this current predicament.
Harvey would've rolled his eyes. But, he's Harvey. So, that's not going to happen. "Not being late and being on schedule are two very different things," he said, absently running a hand under his nose.
"Sorry, sir, it seems rush hour hit earlier than usual…" the driver said, trying to extend his neck four more feet to get a look at the situation up front – failing miserably.
"It's f-" Harvey stopped, a abrupt cough sputters from him before he has a chance to stop it.
The driver has the affability to pretend nothing's going on – albeit by keeping an eye on Harvey by means of the rear-view.
But, Mike, on the other hand, claps Harvey on the back.
Harvey, still coughing spastically, manages to glare at Mike long enough to drive the point home: Stop touching me or I'll sue your sorry ass. When he finally stops, he takes a breath and finally sits up as if nothing has happened.
The driver mutely pops open the console next to his seat and pulls out a refrigerated bottle of water, handing it to Harvey without a word.
"Thank you," Harvey said, his voice sounding more hoarse than usual.
Neither Mike nor the driver's sure whether it's because he's thanking for the water or that they didn't say anything about this.
The vibration from Harvey's phone finally broke the awkward silence, "Yes, Donna?" a sigh, "I know… is that why you called me?" he took a breath and nodded, "Tell Jennifer I'll deal with thaa- XXHHTCCHHH…" he cleared his throat and sniffed, "-that when I get back to the office."
He suddenly plucked the phone from his ear, frowned at it then hung up and stuffed the phone back into his jacket pocket.
"Are you sick?" Mike asked, causing the driver to smack his forehead in frustration.
The next second, Mike's phone started ringing and he answered it as an excuse to ignore Harvey's death-ray, "Hello?"
"Say: Hi Bernice. Now." Donna's voice sounded through the receiver.
"Hi… Bernice…? How are you?" Mike said unsurely. Leave it to Donna to role-play when Harvey's not around... 'but didn't she just call Harvey why would she be calling me...?'
"How's Harvey? Does he look pale… or sick?" she snapped more than asked, although there was the slightest hint of worry in her voice.
'oh... that's why...', Mike thought with a chuckle, "Both… but-"
"I'm going to cancel all of his appointments for today and re-schedule them for next week. I've already sent Harry a text to take Harvey back to his condo. And you'll go with him, understand?" she snapped, pausing only for a moment, "Send me a list of what you need and I'll get them delivered to Harvey's condo…"
""What, like, pizza or-?" Mike started, but Donna's snarky scoff stopped him.
"If Harvey's back at work before Monday; or if I get one call from him, telling me you need to finish a patent or fill out an agreement or something…. I'll know you're not doing your job. And I'll do my best to get you fired when Harvey gets back, got that?"
"Yes, ma'am," Mike answers before he can stop himself. Harvey looks over to him, but says nothing.
"I'll drop by later … oh! And F-Y-I, Harvey hates hovering…" was all Donna left Mike with.
He sighed and dropped his phone into his briefcase. By this time the driver had already diverted from their original route and turning down the turnpike.
Unfortunately, despite their pretences and non-chalance, both of them just knew that Harvey knows what's going on.
"You bohh- bohhh-" Harvey paused and muffled two of his sneezes in his always-handy handkerchief.
"Heheh… how very 18th-century of you," Mike said and quickly covered his smile with his hand and cleared his throat, "Wow, how about that traffic, huh?"
"You still want your job?"
-"Sorry"
The drive took longer than expected and when Mike finally stops trying to spot billboards on the skyscrapers, he looks over and spots something… kind of odd.
Harvey's stretched out in his seat, his elbow propped up on the armrest and his chin resting in his hand. Asleep.
He's breathing deeply, and completely out of it.
In the back of Mike's mind, he's considering pinching Harvey's nose shut just to see how long Harvey'll hold out… but he quickly rids himself of that thought. Harvey'll fire him then proceed to prosecute him to death with fraud, intentional manslaughter and misdemeanour.
When Harry takes his first right, Harvey still snaps out of his slumber and blinks, "Where are we going?" he snaps, his voice faltering slightly in tone.
"Sir, Donna arranged-" the driver starts but stops when he notes Harvey's expression.
"Whatever. I just better be at the office in half an hour," and with that, Harvey frowns and leans back into his hand.
"I think his mood improves when he's half-asleep, yeah?" Mike quips, causing the driver to anxiously peer over his shoulder to check Harvey's reaction.
Harvey casts a warning glare at Mike, but says nothing.
That, in itself, makes it worse.
Thanks for reading!
Possibly a start to a series... but, I'll see how it goes. So, please let me know if I should continue! :DD
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