Disclaimer: I don't own Suits.

Author's Note: Wow! What nice reviews! Now I kind of feel pressured...haha...I hope I don't disappoint. To be honest, I kind of just get into this mindset where I temporarily take on the persona of the characters while I write. Kind of like actors, I guess? I simply just write what comes to mind and how I think a character would react and stuff. I just hope I'm being accurate.

Also, I was innocently sitting in my desk chair last night when I spotted a dead spider on my windowsill. At first, I freaked out, then I realized it had passed on...and I have this weird thinking where I really don't like bugs and spiders, but I also don't like killing them. So, even though I would've been afraid of the spider if it was alive, I still mourned its death and the fact that I had to pinch it in a tissue and throw it in the garbage can. And as I carefully picked it up in the tissue, I had a strange thought: if there should be a zombie apocalypse, will spiders be zombified as well? Because that would suck. Food for thought. I don't believe in the coming of the zombie apocalypse and I usually avoid the subject, but...food for thought just the same.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the next chapter. I'll try and post quickly and I sincerely hope you all love it until the end. Enjoy and review!

2. Harvey, You Have a Banishment at 10:00

The guy really looked sick. To be honest, Harvey looked like he was barely holding it together. Especially as he dropped his head into his hands with a shiver, listing a bit to the side.

"Are you sure you're okay? You sure don't look it." Mike stated, shoving his hands in his pockets. Harvey groaned, burying his head deeper into his hands.

"I don't want to talk about it." Harvey growled, sitting up as he wiped a hand across his brow. Mike raised his eyebrows.

"That bad, huh? We've gone from 'fine' to 'not talking about it' in less than two minutes."

Harvey glared at him, breathing somewhat deeply as he blinked heavily. Mike didn't like the foggy look in his mentor's eyes and he wasn't pleased by Harvey's forced stiffness. The man was determined to stay upright, no matter how poorly he felt.

"Come on, big guy. Ray will be downstairs soon." Donna announced, walking into the office with that same, powerful air of hers. "Mike, help me get him up."

Mike looked at her for a moment before moving into action. Donna gripped one of Harvey's arms beneath the shoulder while Mike took the other. With a heave, Donna and Mike pulled Harvey up, only getting halfway before Harvey spoke.

"Wait, wait, wait." Harvey rasped, squeezing his eyes shut. "I need a minute. Just a minute." Donna shot Mike a look of irritation before they lowered Harvey back into his seat. Harvey put a hand to his head while he took a deep breath, the sweat glistening on his forehead like a bad omen. Mike was beginning to wonder if his mentor had the plague.

"Okay." Harvey croaked, staring at his desk. He was obviously embarrassed about this, but also certain he needed the help. He could almost hear the fever cackling as it drained his energy. It was a mistake to come to work at all.

Donna didn't say a word, she merely tugged Harvey up while Mike hurried to match her movements. As they pulled Harvey to a standing position, Mike watched him carefully, a little concerned when the man started to breathe deep, even breaths. When he was upright, Harvey's face pulled into a determined expression. He looked like he was fighting the urge to collapse. Donna placed her hands on his chest and back just to be sure, but she was starting to look a little worried herself. She moved one hand to his forehead, yet he seemed too dazed to notice.

"Alrighty. Mike, you want to help him out while I grab his things?" she asked sweetly with an edge of demand. Mike moved to support Harvey, placing a firm hold on his mentor's arm with the other hand on his back. Harvey looked like he was coming back to his senses, but still quite miserable.

"Did I mention that I hate being sick?" he growled, trying his best to maintain enough balance and strength to move.

"I figured you did anyway." Mike mumbled with a smirk, walking Harvey slowly out of the office. Harvey seemed to be able to maintain most of his proud demeanor, but anyone could tell he was ill. He was starting to cough more often, doing his best to hold them back. People tried not to stare, and those who did got a stern look from Harvey. Mike had to hand it to him; Harvey could still intimidate, even when his face was flushed with fever and sparkling with sweat. That took real skill.

Donna followed behind the two, giving her own brand of glares to onlookers and carrying Harvey's briefcase like it was possibly the most important task known to all mankind.

As they reached the elevator, Mike reached out and pressed the button while Donna spoke to Harvey.

"After I handle all your appointments, I'll go pick up a few things from Mike's apartment and some meds to bring over. I'll stop by as soon as I can." she explained professionally. "And, Harvey?" She waited until he looked at her. "Let Mike help you. You're in bad shape."

"Yeah, yeah…" he grumbled. Mike looked at Donna.

"How will you get into my apartment?" he asked, suspicious.

Donna smiled evilly.

"I have my ways, young one. I have my ways." she whispered, pleased by her own wickedness. Mike shivered.

There was a heavy quiet as they waited for the elevator. Mike was relieved to hear the pleasant ding of arrival.

He helped Harvey into the elevator, settling him against the wall for extra support. Harvey immediately rested his head against the cool corner of the elevator, his hands gripped tightly to the hand railing.

"Mike."

Mike tore his eyes from white knuckles to look at Donna.

"Make sure he doesn't do something stupid and get him to bed." she ordered. Mike scrunched up his nose.

"Donna, I don't swing that way." he mumbled in a hushed tone. She pursed her lips.

"Watch him, Mike. I'll keep Harvey's briefcase so he doesn't try and work. Call me if things get worse."

She turned away from the elevator, walking swiftly as the doors closed. Mike stood awkwardly in the middle of the small space for a bit, then took the corner opposite of Harvey.

"So…looks like it's just you and me." Mike muttered, calmly observing the innards of the elevator. He glanced at Harvey for a moment, trying not to suffocate the man, but he really was worried. Harvey was staring straight ahead, his lips pressed to a thin line and his eyebrows slightly furrowed with pinched discomfort.

"I really don't feel well." Harvey grumbled, flinching as his shoulder twitched. A shiver followed close behind, as well as a heavy sigh and a few wheezy coughs. Mike watched Harvey, concerned.

"Finally, Harvey Specter admits his weakness." Mike chuckled, trying to make the mood lighter. The air was heavy with an awkward feeling, brought on by the unusual situation. Harvey hardly asked for help. And, if he had to, he didn't like it. This whole thing was probably a nightmare for him.

"What's going on, Harvey? Tell me your symptoms." Mike sighed, sneaking a peek at his mentor. Harvey took a deep breath, clinging ever tighter to the hand railing. He looked reluctant to reply, but miserable enough that he'd crack.

"Lightheadedness comes first to mind." Harvey ground out, clenching his jaw irritably. "Then there's the headache, the aches, the weakness…and then the sore throat and the coughs." Harvey sighed, coughing out a few wheezes. Mike nodded his head slowly, watching the numbers count down above the door.

"How bad?" he asked, letting the digits run freely through his mind. Harvey didn't even glance in his direction, doing his best to stare at the wall in front of him.

"Bad." Harvey muttered. He sounded a little angry. Kind of like when a case was going poorly. That was never a good thing.

The elevator slid open with a ping, setting another challenge before the two lawyers: getting Harvey to the car. Harvey took a deep breath in preparation, looking at Mike with determination. Mike reluctantly got into position to support Harvey, unsure if he was okay with Harvey's new wheezy breath. The sound made him uncomfortable. It really put a noise to Harvey's suffering; it made him seem more vulnerable. Mike didn't like thinking that Harvey could be weak. Ever. He usually looked to Harvey to help him; he had never thought things would be flipped. Yeah, maybe it was just some flu, but it was overpowering Harvey and that was just upsetting to watch.

"I think you owe me for this, Harvey." Mike muttered, trying to support Harvey as discreetly as possible. He knew how obsessed his mentor was with appearances and it was the least Mike could do to help the man not feel entirely hopeless.

"You work for me, I don't owe you anything." Harvey growled, driven to surly behavior as he struggled through the peopled lobby. Maybe he should've hid in his office until after hours. That way, he could slip out unnoticed.

"Actually, I think this constitutes a favor." Mike replied, a small smile in his voice. "I'm pretty sure this isn't included in the responsibilities of my job."

"Then how would you categorize having a tea party with dolls?" Harvey rasped, smirking weakly as they pushed through the front doors. Ray was already at the curb, pulling the door open in the soft rain. Harvey thanked heaven for dependable drivers.

"That was different. It was for a client, so it's still job related."

"And this is for your boss, so it's still job related."

Mike was silent for a moment.

"Well, that was just cheap."

"That's why I'm lawyer." Harvey chuckled, coughing a bit as they reached Ray. Raindrops melted into their suits and peppered their exposed skin, mocking their situation. The driver pulled a worried expression as he faced the lawyer, moving to help maneuver the man into the car if necessary.

"Are you alright, Harvey? Donna said you were sick." Ray explained, watching Mike lower his mentor into the back seat. Harvey looked like he could use a long nap and a lot of meds. Maybe a little soup would help too, but Ray was starting to wonder if Harvey needed actual medical help.

"I'll be fine, Ray. Just take us to my place." Harvey croaked, grimacing as he swallowed. Ray shut the door as soon as Harvey was in, looking to Mike for any other information. The associate just threw up his hands with a sigh, obviously exasperated by his boss, but also a little worried. Ray supposed that Harvey wasn't the most pleasant sick person to be around.

Mike slid in the other door as Ray got into the driver's seat, setting his mental course to Harvey's apartment. He glanced in the rearview mirror, watching as Mike silently observed his mentor, as if waiting for a complete shutdown.

Ray drove as quickly as he could.

"I really don't need you to baby me." Harvey grumbled, as he leaned on Mike. Mike tried to hold back a laugh.

"And he says this as he's using me for a walking stick." he muttered under his breath, smiling to himself. Harvey may have been sick, but it didn't seem to affect his hearing.

"You don't have to help if you don't want." he growled. "I never asked you to anyway."

Mike smirked.

"If I recall correctly, you did tell me in the office that you 'needed a little help.' That sounds a lot like asking to me."

Harvey was quiet, now distracted by wave of embarrassment as he tried to remember if he had, in fact, said that. Something told him he did, but he couldn't quite recollect. Maybe his mind was trying to block out all the bad memories.

"Besides, Donna will shove me into a wood chipper if I leave you here. You'd probably pass out before you got to the door anyway." Mike sighed, gazing down the hall at Harvey's door. "Then she would really have my head."

"You worry too much, kid." Harvey rasped, holding back a few coughs. He was leaning more and more on Mike, his vision graying slightly as the colors blended into a vague image. Harvey had been upright too long and his head was getting heavier and heavier.

"Where's your key?" Mike asked as they drew closer to the door. Harvey reached his weak fingers into his pocket while Mike stretched his spare hand over to receive. Harvey's hand practically dropped into Mike's own, slapping the keys into the palm of the associate's hand. Mike didn't fail to notice the lack of strength.

Mike did his best to open the door with one hand, a bit frightful as Harvey slipped into a coughing fit and practically clung to Mike for support. Harvey had gone past the stage of embarrassment into a phase of need. All he needed right now was to get to bed. After that, he couldn't care less what happened. He just needed Mike to help him to bed before he passed out.

"Could you hurry it up?" Harvey wheezed, coughing into his arm.

"I'm trying to go as fast as I can. Didn't your parents ever teach you patience?" Mike replied with a frustrated tone. He finally managed to get the door open, dragging his mentor inside.

"Why would I need patience? I get what I want without it." Harvey whispered, his eyelids drooping to a dangerous level. He stumbled in stride with Mike, trying to hold on to his strength for a little longer. Mike had never really been inside Harvey's apartment, but he figured he knew where the bedroom was. The place looked expensive, but simple enough to navigate through.

"It would've been nice if you didn't come to work today." Mike huffed, adjusting his hold on his mentor as he helped him along.

"I'm sorry to disappoint." Harvey spat weakly with a cough.

"Haven't you ever called in sick to work?"

"How do you think I made senior partner?"

Mike guessed that was a no.

He finally lugged Harvey into the bedroom, sitting his mentor down on the edge of the bed. Harvey just looked at him with an expectant look.

"What?" Mike asked, looking around him for some kind of answer.

"Well, I can't just sleep in this suit."

Mike scowled.

"Then where's your pajamas?" he groused. Harvey gave him another look, despite being brushed over with an ominous cloud of ill.

"You make it sound like I'm a little kid."

"Well, where I'm standing, you are a little kid."

Harvey was quiet with a death glare.

"In the top right drawer." he muttered, watching Mike irritably as the kid approached his dresser. "Just get me the Harvard shirt and some pajama bottoms. Then you can leave."

Mike tossed the clothes to Harvey and shot him a look.

"I'll be out in the living room." he growled, stalking out of the bedroom and closing the door.

Harvey let out a soft sigh, falling back onto the mattress and blankets to take a moment of rest. He was so tired. Extremely tired. But he'd rather lose a case against Louis than have his associate help him get dressed. And he was not going to let Mike tuck him into bed like a baby. He was a grown man. He could do this by himself. Yes, he was very sick, but not enough to give up his dignity like a sacrifice. He would function by himself.

Slowly, Harvey got dressed, leaving his suit on the floor. He was going to hang it up and everything, but he didn't have the energy. He didn't even have the energy to get all the way into bed. Harvey dropped onto the edge of the bed, only to fall back onto the blankets with a dizzy skull. It wasn't necessary to get under the covers anyway; they were really only a luxury invented by mankind. He was perfectly comfortable with his calves dangling over the side of the bed and lying horizontally across it. Even his eyes agreed as they drifted closed with a happy sigh, the aches and shivers fading in the background.

"Harvey."

Harvey's eyes fluttered open, the aches coming back with a slap and a punch while a shiver shuddered up his spine. Mike was watching him from the end of the bed, his brow furrowed in something like a mixture of concern and irritation.

"Harvey, you need to get in bed."

"I am in bed." he croaked, mentally sinking further into the blankets.

"No, you're on the bed. You need to get in the bed." Mike pressed, helping his mentor stand up as he folded over the sheets and blankets. "Now, get in bed and I'll get a thermometer. Where do you keep your thermometer?"

Harvey vaguely realized that this counted as Mike tucking him into bed. He didn't like the thought, but he did his best to ignore it and move on in life.

"I don't remember." Harvey mumbled, dropping back to the edge of the bed as he slowly slipped under the covers.

"You don't remember? Do you even have one?"

Harvey stopped to think about that one, already melting into the pillow and blankets.

"I don't know." he mumbled, welcoming the slumbering demon as it wafted through his body. His associate gripped his shoulder, shaking him a little to keep him conscious. Usually Harvey was very good at ignoring Mike, but the kid seemed extra annoying today. He just wanted sleep.

"You're an irritating sick person, you know that?" Mike growled with a heavy sigh. Harvey took a deep breath, coughing heavily with the exhale.

"And you're an irritating caregiver."

Mike let out another huff, his footsteps practically stomping out of the room while Harvey sunk further into his bed. He shivered as another pulse of aches surged through his muscles, ultimately throbbing in his skull. The blankets suddenly became old friends as Harvey pulled them tighter around himself, gripping them with a new appreciation. He was too tired to really gauge how terrible he felt, but if the flashes of feverish pain were anything to go by, he was really in for a treat.

For now, he'd just focus on sleeping.

Author's Note: Hope it was a fun read. This is just how I kind of imagine Harvey to act if he's miserable/sick enough. Thanks for reading. Please leave a review!