First and Foremost: I do not own Suits. Enjoy!

Prologue

It was supposed to be easy. A $200 million lawsuit against a pharmaceutical company which had been shown to have shady dealings in the past, forgot to mention poisonous ingredients to the FDA when they were having their drug tested. Jessica had passed it on to him with a look that said, "There's no way you could screw this up." Well, that was until they had discovered that one of their clients was actually working for said Pharmaceutical company and it had taken some fancy file managing and negotiating and scheduling to keep the sneaky bastard from learning anything. Furthermore, a blip had popped up on the radar indicating that the company had finagled its way into getting a judge that was less fond of these "frivolous lawsuits" and more inclined to rule in favor of the company's interests.

Thursday afternoon, Harvey had bee-lined to his associate's cubicle only to find the kid literally buried under paper work, not only for the case, but because Louis desperately needed his briefs edited to perfection. After snatching up the briefs and unceremoniously dumping them on Gregory's desk – the smug idiot appeared to be jamming on his iPod and updating his Facebook for all the paperwork that Harvey could see in front of him – and he sent Mike home.

"But–!" Mike had looked up at him with wide drawn eyes as though Superman had swooped down and saved him from a slow death, but the enthusiasm was dulled by the raccoon circles and the haze of exhaustion.

"Go home. You're no use to me now. Go home, sleep the full night, and be here bright and early Friday. I need you firing on all cylinders tomorrow. Be here on time," he had said to the kid while he flipped through the paper work on his desk and organized it into a neat pile for him to take back to his own desk.

"Okay," Mike only replied, getting up and grabbing his suit jacket from his chair and reaching down for his messenger bag.

"And for God's sake, call Ray! I don't want you riding that death trap when you look like fresh hell."

"Okay, okay," Mike said with a little bit more impatience in his voice.

As soon as he was out of sight, Harvey pulled out his phone and called Ray; "I would appreciate it if you could take my associate home. Be out front in ten; he's leaving right now."

"Yes, sir."

Snapping his cell shut he hoisted the paper work and turned only to find Louis' most annoying protégé, Kyle, standing there with what he presumed was supposed to be a charming smile. "Mr. Specter, sir, if you need any help, I'd be – "

"I don't," he said and gave him a glare that was powerful enough to shrink the associate back out of his way, and then continued onto his office. After setting down the files, he took a slight detour to the men's room to cordially remind Louis he has at least half a dozen of his own associates at his beck and call and that his cases took priority over Louis'. That taken care of, he settled in for a long night of paper perusing for that one flaw one of those elite lawyers was bound to make.

At some point Harvey had laid back on his couch, still in his full suit to rest his eyes. Next thing he knew, his leg was jolted, and he sat up bolt upright and almost fell completely off the couch before he grabbed the arm to steady himself. Gray daylight was streaming through the windows of his office and Donna stood before him with a knowing smile, still in her coat with her purse in hand and two coffees.

"Somehow I knew you wouldn't be going home for the night. It's 7:30. The rest of the office will be here in half an hour. I suggest you clean yourself up," she said in a voice that was far too bright and alert for his liking.

He pinched his eyes shut and attempted to rub the exhaustion out of them, but then he gladly reached for the coffee she held out for him and said in a sleep-laden voice, "Thank you, Donna." This favor might constitute a nice fat bonus from his own paycheck. She was just at his door when he asked her, "What would I do without you?"

"I can't even imagine," she said quietly, but he chuckled and got up to pull out his spare suit. Mike may be able to get away with sleeping in his suit – as much as Harvey frowned upon it, the kid still managed to charm his way into the firm – but Harvey most certainly could not. He downed the coffee and prepped, himself looking no worse for the wear.

Mike, by comparison, was bouncing off the walls. He practically skipped down the hallway to Donna's desk with a bright, "Morning, Donna" and stepped into office appearing about ready to tackle the smaller stack still left when he abruptly halted in his tracks.

Harvey raised his eyebrows at Mike and frowned pensively at him. "What?"

"You were here all night?" It was more of a statement of fact than an actual question.

Harvey's frown deepened. "You can tell?" He glanced down at his clean suit, expecting to see wrinkles on the sleeves of his neatly pressed shirt and still found none.

"Well….yes," Mike said. Harvey could see his eyes darting ever so slightly as if speaking the wrong word might be grounds for dismissal. "It's just….your eyes. They look dull and not nearly as bright and sharp."

"You routinely look into my eyes?" Harvey pried, just one eyebrow raised in surprise. Truth be told the observation amused him and he could not help but needle the kid over such an awkward phrasing.

"Well, I mean…you know – well, of course I look into your eyes! Eye contact and all! It's just…you don't look so…energetic."

Harvey sighed; Mike was babbling again.

"Look! Just start on the files. I don't need to spend my weekend here," he grumped

So it had come down to a long and drawn out battle between an entire team of elite lawyers all hired to protect the company against him and Mike. But finally, finally, they had a break through. Mike was the one who spotted it – naturally. Harvey had known he would make a great lawyer with that kind of attention to detail – and they had spent the rest of the day prepping their files, ready to settle the second biggest case of Harvey's career. They settled for $300 million – because, truly, Harvey needed some compensation for all the trouble the company had given them and they had still won! Now, well after 9 o'clock at night, Harvey was putting the finishing touches to the file and putting away the half dozen or so records he had pulled out, having fended off the hoards of senior and junior partners offering to buy him drinks.

So he was surprised when Jessica Pearson suddenly appeared at his office door, her arms folded in what would look like impatience, but he could see the beginnings of a pleased smile on her face. He nodded at her and waited for her to speak her piece.

"Congratulations," she said. Though her voice hardly ever entered a volume above a whisper, she was still easy to hear.

"I am still the best closer in the city," he replied, giving her his trademark smirk. After putting the last record back, he picked up the file, his suit jacket over his shoulder and stepped up closer to her. "I'm surprised you're still here so late on a Friday night."

She gave him a look that could only be mistaken for faint fondness when she said, "I had to stay behind and look over the paper work of one our most brilliant senior partners and his associate." He cocked his head at her and she could see the critical analyzing going through his mind. "Nothing behind this, Harvey. If I had had any idea the amount of trouble the case was going to give you, I would have reassigned half the associates to do the research for you and partnered you up with a senior partner."

"I only need one associate and he proved how valuable he was today. I think the kid deserves a raise," Harvey replied. "Donna, too, for that matter."

Jessica chuckled. "I'll see if there's room in the budget."

Harvey smiled back at her with a little more fire than he felt, clearly threatening to hound her if he felt his employees were not getting their due cut. But then he closed his eyes and said, "If you will excuse me, I have a weekend to get to."

"Have a good weekend, Harvey. You've earned it."

"When have I not?" Harvey shot back at her, before turning the corner to the elevator.

But, as was contrary to most Friday nights, he rode up the elevator to the 20th floor alone. Normally he could find himself at the Gotham Car Club picking his next ride for the weekend and then he would head off to hopefully charm the panties off of a beautiful catch at one of the ritzier bars of the city. At the moment, that sounded more appealing as a Saturday night endeavor than tonight's. There was a real danger he might actually nod off in mid conversation with one of them.

He was already stripping off his clothes before he even stepped into his bedroom, only just now realizing this is the first time he'd seen his bed before midnight in nine days. The last time he was that busy was well before Mike had entered into his life and it was a wonder what a full night's sleep could do for a person. I must be getting soft, he thought as he vaguely recalled the days when he was still an associate under Jessica, who found him asleep at his desk at least once a month in those days.

Tonight called for some low key celebrating with his favorite brand of scotch and a Star Trek marathon – or however far he managed to get into the Wrath of Khan.

It wasn't long before he had showered and changed into his sleepwear of his white t-shirt and sleep pants and was now lying on the couch, so mellow from two glasses of scotch that he had long tuned out Star Trek and was merely two winks shy of asleep. He finally gave up and switched the TV off and looked forward to a long night of sleeping. He glanced at the clock on the night stand and its digital read glared into the pitch black: 1:02 AM.

Finally, sleep.

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!

This story is actually modeled off of my experience of what happened when someone set my dorm on fire.