A/Ns: Sorry this took so long. I wasn't quite sure how to carry on; I only knew that I wanted to. So after taking some time and watching some more Suits this is what I've got for ya. The next part will be up by Tuesday (hopefully sooner) so you guys won't have to wait that long. Thanks for all the reviews!

Part Two

It took a cold shower, three changes of suits and two cups of coffee before Harvey had the dream suppressed enough to not feel, well...rattled.

He got dressed and gathered his briefcase, repeating in his head 'it was just a dream. It was just a dream.' Grabbing a new cd for Ray; he left his condo almost feeling in control.

The ride in was blissfully uneventful for New York City traffic. Harvey was even relaxing, dare he think it. He could almost repress the dream enough to not worry about walking into the office and having to deal with being so close to Mike.

That was until his perceptive assistant took one look at him and quirked a well-groomed eyebrow and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Well that's a strange 'Good morning'," he quipped, hoping she would just skip repeating her question.

"Did you not sleep well?" Donna asked, with a critical eye that seemed to be going over his appearance with her version of a fine toothed comb.

Harvey could feel his face twitch. Donna's eyebrow went even further up.

"I'm fine, Donna," Harvey said, giving her a strange look of his own. She slowly picked up some files as her eyes remained fixed on him. As she carefully handed them to him, he finally snapped and hissed, "What?"

"Is there a reason you are wearing the same suit as you did yesterday?" she asked.

All ready on edge, Harvey's face snapped down taking in the blue suit. He recalled the day before and twisted his arm to find the slight smudge of salad dressing he had gotten on that sleeve.

Years of control came into play as he snapped his head back up and glanced around. It didn't seem that anyone else had noticed.

"Donna, my spare, men's room. Now!" he exclaimed quietly before turning and gracefully hurrying to the nearest men's room.

He thanked some higher power as Donna followed him in, a few moments later, carrying his spare suit.

"I've never seen you wear the same suit two days in a row. Did you spend the night at someone else's place last night?" she asked, handing it over the stall door.

Before Harvey could even dignify that with a response, Donna was continuing on. "No, that's not it. You always make sure you leave for a change of suit before coming to work. What as got you so messed up?" she asked as Harvey shuffled into his pants.

"I'm just not having a good morning," he admitted to her. Harvey supposed if there was one person in the world that he could trust to have his back it was Donna. The woman was a miracle worker and knew when to keep her mouth shut.

"I don't buy it. Something has you messed up bad." Harvey sighed. She usually knew when to shut up.

As Harvey opened his mouth to tell her that it was nothing important, he heard the men's door bang open and footsteps.

"Donna?" Harvey swore under his breath. Of course it had to be Mike Ross. "What are you doing in the men's room?"

"Apologizing profusely to Harvey. I spilt coffee all over his suit this morning. He's changing," she gestured to the men's stalls.

"Okay," Mike drew out the word. "Wait, Harvey's in here?"

"You better have those Douglas briefs done," Harvey said, his fingers fumbling with the buttons. The urgency of getting dressed made his palms start to sweat as he hurried through getting his vest on, as he tried to not think about being naked around Mike.

"Just set them on your desk." There was a pause as Harvey exited the stall, shoving the old suit, now folded, into Donna's arms. He frowns as if this has been all an inconvenience for him and smoothes the front of his suit.

"Jessica wants your help with the Brown case since I have a lull this week," Harvey said, noting the way Mike's eyes seem to appraising his suit. For once, Harvey can't tell what look is in Mike's eyes. The eyes that he normally can read so well.

"Last time you loaned me out to her, I pulled more all nighters than I do with you," Mike said, a pleading look in his eyes.

"Then I hope you got some sleep last night," Harvey said, moving towards the door. He thought for a moment that he should pat Mike's shoulder in comfort, but then was suddenly afraid that that might send the wrong message. And then Harvey wasn't sure what the right message was.

Instead, he lamely adds, "Good luck." Before leaving the restroom, Donna right on his heels.

'Maybe' Harvey thought as he went back toward his office, 'this was just some screw up with my brain.' It played a tricked on him because he hadn't gotten laid in the last two weeks. He accepted the files and coffee from Donna and went into his office. He noted that it had only been fifteen minutes since he had arrived in the building.

He sat down and then spotted Mike chatting with another associate in the hall. 'That had to be it' he thought. He was fucking Harvey Specter and it would be a cold day in hell before he admitted that what could be really shaking him up is the fact that his gut is clenching at the thought of that other lawyer winning Mike away from Harvey. Of anyone stealing Mike away from him.

Shaking his head, Harvey made himself look down at the case on his desk. He didn't care what had to be done but he was going to make it a mission to never have another sex dream about Mike Ross again.