Chapter 1

Switching Glasses

Mike had already done two all-nighters this week, although he made sure not to tell Harvey or let anyone else know. It was all Harvey and Louis' fault; this incessant competition between the two of them, which now had Mike in the middle. Now Louis kept giving Mike more and more work to do, which he had tried to refuse at first but got yelled at, he tried going to Harvey but he was too busy and said he wasn't interested in his petty problems.

So Mike was sat at his cubicle going through another load of files for both Harvey and Louis, he glanced at the clock which now said 8, most of the lawyers were leaving, but he knew that Jessica and Harvey stayed quite late.

He had only had about 2 hours sleep, when he was able to catch a few hours in the file room the night before, that added with about 6 cups of coffee was giving Mike a headache and he had turned most of the lights off to ease his headache, he had also found some sunglasses and put them on, although he felt like he was about to fall asleep. Sure enough 5 minutes later he felt his head hit the desk, it hurt but he was too tired.

Mike was gradually slipping into unconscious when he felt something hit his head and bolted up;

"I'm nearly done" Mike yelled whilst refocusing one what just happened

"I didn't know I hired a vampire." Mike looked to where the voice came from and saw Harvey standing there with a file in his hand

"Did you just hit me with that." Mike nodded his head at the file

"Well I don't pay you to sleep on the job. Now take those damn sunglasses off and turn some lights on." Harvey turned on the light as Mike took of his glasses but he snapped them shut as the light was too much.

"Maybe you really are a vampire, should I bring a mirror to see if you have a reflection." Harvey said as he sat on the edge of Mike's desk and handed him a file

"Very funny"

"Well you look like hell kid. You better get cleaned up fast, we have to go meet a new client."

"Now?"

"Yes now. Why is it past your bedtime?" Harvey smirked

"You're a real ass you know that." Mike said as he gathered his stuff and headed towards the elevators with Harvey

~~~SUITS~~~
Twenty minutes later they were sitting in bar with their client. Harvey had made Mike read through the file in the ride over, this new client was head of a technological company about to launch a new product, so they needed Pearson Hardmann to write a patent and ensure there was no other legal boundaries.

Mike had found it quite fascinating actually, he enjoyed anything technical. However listening to Harvey and their new client; Mr Fordburm talk just made Mike bored and he wanted to sleep. He had been tuning them out most of the evening and making odd comments now and then when spoken too.

They had each only had a beer each, but Forburm insisted on a glass of scotch each to celebrate, Harvey had given Mike an odd look as the waiter poured out the glasses, Mike thought the waiter looked familiar, like he had seen him before, but then again Mike was tired and couldn't be sure. Therefore, he didn't notice the waiter slip something into one of the glasses and put all 3 on the table, Mike grabbed one of them before Harvey could object and downed it in one go; he didn't know that the glass of scotch was not meant for him. Harvey and Fordburm toasted. The waiter froze for a second and only stared at Mike.

Mike had a strange taste in his mouth, he could have sworn there was something wrong with that scotch, but Harvey and Fordburm didn't say anything so maybe it was nothing.

"Er" The waiter said, causing Harvey and Fordburm to turn

"Yes?" Harvey said

"Nothing, enjoy your drinks" The waiter ran off and Harvey could have sworn he ran straight out the back door. He turned back to Mike who was seconds from falling asleep, he rolled his eyes.

"Thanks for the drink Mr Fordburm, I better be going now." They shook hands and Fordburm left.

Mike could feel his eyes closing, then he felt someone yank him up under his arm, next thing he knew he was back in Harvey's car. He leant his head on the window, suddenly he didn't feel so good, he grabbed his stomach and groaned.

"You better not throw up in this car" Harvey growled as he signalled to Ray to go faster

"I don't feel so good Harvey"

"It was only one glass of scotch" Harvey said as he rolled his eyes

Although when they reached Mike's apartment, Mike stumbled out and nearly fell over as he went into his apartment, Harvey frowned with a pang of concern in the back of his head. But he pushed it away as he assumed the kid was exhausted, he saw sure Mike pulled at least one all-nighter this week.

Harvey decided he would pick him up the next morning to make sure the kid was ok.

Mike was having a hard time opening his apartment, he eyelids felt so heavy and he felt nauseous. Finally when he opened the door he threw it open with such force that he fell onto the floor. He laid there for a minute then he kicked the door closed with his foot and dragged himself to the toilet, he threw up the second he made it. After he threw up all the contents of the day Mike rested his back against the bath and closed his eyes, his muscles felt so heavy and he felt so dizzy that he decided to rest there for a minute.

Mike woke up with a start in the middle of the night as he felt nauseous again and he was having trouble remembering what happened the day before, the last thing he remembered was going into work in the morning, but he looked outside and it was night. How did he get home, and why was he so sick?

Mike debated whether he should go to bed, but thought he better stay near the toilet just in case, so he grabbed a pillow and climbed in the bath tub. It would have been strange for anyone to walk in and see Mike asleep in the bath tub, but he had done it frequently before as kid when his parents died, he didn't know why but he felt safe in there.

Once he settled his head, he closed his eyes again and he tried to recall the day's events. Frustrated that he couldn't remember he gave up and went to sleep, he was sure it was nothing.

How wrong he was...