Author's Note: Wow. I am seriously surprising myself with how quickly I'm updating this story. Like really, this has got to be a record for me. But enough about that. Here is the third chapter. It turned out slightly different than I had originally planned but I'm actually quite happy with it. Yeah, so this chapter really got away from the plot of the movie and basically that's what I plan to do from here on in. But I've babbled enough and it's 3AM so like I should probably try this thing called sleep. XD

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: It's not mine.

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Despite what he said on the sidewalk outside the Immigration Offices, Mike spent the entire cab ride back to the firm worrying about Louis and "who else knew" and not wanting to go to jail because he was too "rape-able". Harvey did his best to pretend like he was listening—nodding in the appropriate places and making a non-committal noise when warranted, but he had other things on his mind. Like, for instance, how he was going to rip Louis a new one as soon as they got back.

Thankfully, Mike stopped his incessant babbling when they arrived at Pearson-Hardman. He and Harvey walked into the building like nothing was wrong and it was an absolutely normal day. When they got in the elevator, Harvey instructed Mike to go straight to his office to continue going over the rest of the case files from this morning while Harvey when to deal with the rat otherwise known as Louis Litt.

"What I don't understand is how Louis even figured it out in the first place…" Harvey looked pointedly at Mike who just sighed.

"He came by my desk this morning when I was filling out the forms for the fiancé visa," Mike explained. "I tried to cover them up but once he saw 'immigration' and 'fiance' I guess he just put two and two together. I mean I don't know how but—"

"It's fine," Harvey dismissed the thought quickly once the elevator stopped on their floor with a ding.

Mike and Harvey exchanged a glance as the doors slowly opened. Mike still was unable to shake the bad feeling he had since sitting in Mr. Tate's office. Harvey stepped out of the elevator first, once again acting like he had nothing to hide. Harvey could still probably exude confidence wearing nothing but a pink hula skirt and matching coconut bikini.

But even Mr. Confident himself had to feel uncomfortable what with the looks they were receiving from their coworkers as they exited the elevator. Harvey frowned. He'd had enough shit talked about him over the years to recognize the guilty looks of people who were ripping you apart just moments before you entered the room

"Um, Harvey?" Mike whispered helplessly as everyone continued to stare at them. He looked over at the lawyer who just shook his head in disbelief. It didn't take a Harvard grad to figure out who was behind this.

"I'm gonna kill him."

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Louis didn't even look up from his desk when Harvey stormed into his office, not moments later.

"Well, Harvey to what do I owe this pleasant surprise?" Though it was quite obvious Louis had been expecting him all along. He leaned back in his chair and leered at Harvey, who was hovering over his desk.

"Cut the crap, Louis. I know what you did." Harvey clenched his fist at his side, wanting so bad to smack that smirk right off of Louis's face.

"Well, Harvey that's very nice except I haven't the faintest idea—"

"The tip that was called into the Immigration office today, conveniently just before Mike and I got there, ring any bells?" Harvey cut him off and elaborated as if Louis needed any clarification.

The junior partner just shrugged, unfazed by the hard and menacing way Harvey was staring at him. "I was just doing my part to make sure people don't abuse the privileges given to us citizens of this fine country."

"You're an ass," Harvey was too angry to think of anything with more substance. But it would have to suffice because his only other comeback involved stabbing Louis in the neck with a pen.

"Oh please, Harvey, like anyone would believe you're gay let alone in love with your associate." Louis stood up, his way of leveling the playing field. Harvey still had a good couple inches on him though.

"That's funny because everyone you told in the office seemed to have no problem believing it."

"I only told one person," Louis shrugged as if that was enough to make him completely innocent. "It's not my fault. People talk. And word obviously gets around fast."

Harvey said nothing, so Louis continued.

"And, really why should it matter? I mean, if you and Mike really are what you say you are, you shouldn't have anything to hide, should you?"

"Let me tell you something, Louis," Harvey took a step forward, getting right in Louis' face. "You keep pulling shit like this, and you'll never get promoted to senior partner. Jessica values loyalty above all else. Now I could go in there and tell her what you did, but I won't. Want to know why? It's not because I like you Louis, because if we're being honest here, I fucking hate your very existence, but since you're my colleague, we have to stick together. And until you learn to do that, even if I get exiled to Siberia, you still won't get my job."

Louis could only stand there, dumbstruck as Harvey turned on his heel and walked out of his office.

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Mike really wished he had never left Harvey's office. But, he had insisted on returning to normal and getting back to work and all that crap, so that included working on the case Harvey had handed to him this morning when life was simple and the only thing he had to worry about getting in trouble for was being late for work.

He tried to get Donna to go to his cubicle for him because really all he needed was to look up one tiny thing about mergers and of course, that was the one book he forgot to grab. But Donne refused, even after Mike told her that Harvey said he wasn't allowed to leave.

So, that left Mike where he was now—standing at his cubicle surrounded by the Harvard douche associates. And yes, they knew about him and Harvey.

"So, Ross, you never told us," Gregory started again after the wave of laughter from the first set of insults had died down. "Is Harvey gonna make you wear a dress or—" He dissolved into a fit of guffaws before he could finish.

"Fuck off," Mike muttered, though if he thought about it something better would have come to him. He was just so sick of everything right now and figured that if he didn't fight back hard enough they would just get bored and leave him alone.

"Ooohhh, careful with that language Mike," Another associate, Devin, jeered from behind Gregory. "Do you kiss Harvey with that mouth?" A chorus of laughter rang out after that and Devin received a high-five from the douche to his left.

"Wow guys, this was hilarious. Really, I had a blast we should do it again sometime," Mike gathered up his things. He had enough, and if he didn't get out now, he would risk starting an all out brawl amongst the associates. Actually, who was he kidding? He'd pop Gregory in his pretentious jaw and the rest of them would scatter like flies.

"Right of course, you wouldn't want to keep lover-boy from his afternoon blow-job," The associates howled uncontrollably as Gregory stood there looking smug as ever.

Mike slammed the heavy law book down on the ground. "Alright that's it—" Everyone gasped as he lunged at Gregory, who cowered in fear as soon as Mike got close to him. Fortunately for Gregory though, Mike didn't get to lay a hand on him.

"Mike," Harvey picked up the discarded book and pulled his associate away by the collar of his suit. "C'mon, Mike. Enough. Let's go."

Mike was still shaking from the adrenaline pulsing through his veins as he reluctantly followed Harvey down the hall. He could only imagine what they were saying about him now.

"I don't understand why you stopped me," Mike was saying as they walked back to Harvey's office. "One punch and it would've been over."

Harvey stopped walking faced Mike, putting his hand out to prevent Mike from bumping into him. "Yes and that would've been all we needed, one of Louis' trolls slamming you with assault charges."

"But Harvey, if you would've heard what they were saying—"

"Didn't anyone ever tell you that violence is not the answer?"

Mike looked away, ashamed. Harvey was right but he wasn't thinking. He was just so mad at this day that he needed to take it out on someone, and Gregory would have been the perfect target. When Mike looked up, Harvey had already starting walking and he had to jog a little to catch up.

"So how did everything go with Louis?" Mike said, wanting to take the focus of the conversation off himself.

"I took care of it."

"Oh yeah? How?" Mike pressed, the shit-eating grin he wore right before he attempted humor making an appearance on his face. "I hope you didn't use violence, because someone told me that's not the answer."

Harvey couldn't help but smile at the kid's tongue-in-cheek remark. It was times like these where he actually appreciated having Mike around. Sure he was a pain in the ass sometimes but he definitely knew how to lighten a mood.

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Mike stayed in Harvey's office for the remainder of the day. Since Harvey had cancelled their only meeting today, they were able to stay in and avoid the prying eyes of the Pearson-Hardman employees. Rachel had walked past once, waving at Mike and offering him a smile of pity. He was almost tempted to go out and talk to her, but that was one awkward conversation he'd save for another day.

When six o'clock rolled around, Harvey promptly turned off his laptop and organized his desk, hoping Mike would get the hint that they were leaving and do the same.

"Just hold on, there's just this one last thing that I—"

"Mike, I don't care. If you don't move your ass, I'm leaving without you."

"You know, I'm really sick of people cutting me off today," Mike commented off hand and put everything he needed into his messenger bag, though he had to admit it felt pretty good to leave on time for the first time since well, ever.

Aside from Mike directing Ray to his apartment building, the car ride to his place was silent. Harvey just stared out his window watching the city pass by, occasionally glanced at his phone or watch. Since they left Pearson-Hardman right in the middle of rush hour, they were forced to sit in the gridlocked traffic that NYC was famous for the majority of the trip.

When they finally reached Mike's apartment, the sun was starting to sink below the horizon. Mike sighed heavily as Ray pulled over to the curb and cut the engine.

"I'll be right down," Mike told them, checking for any cars before he opened his door.

"Need any help?"

Mike almost had to do a double take when he realized that the Harvey Specter, the man who had anything and everything done for him, offered his assistance.

"I—uh—"

"You don't have a choice," Harvey opened his own door and told Ray to wait there. "I don't want to be here all night."

He didn't know why, but the thought of having Harvey come up to his apartment made Mike extremely uncomfortable. Mike didn't exactly live in the lap of luxury, not that his place was a dump but compared to what he saw of Harvey's place during his impromptu drunken visit to drop off those trades a few weeks ago, well, it just made him a bit self conscious.

Mike only lived on the second floor but still Harvey insisted that they wait for the elevator. When they got to his door, the nerves made Mike fumble with his keys. He opened the door and braced himself for the onslaught of snark that he was sure Harvey would dish out but to his surprise the only thing that he said after a quick survey of the space was "Pack whatever you need for the week. If you forget something, we could always come back."

Mike nodded and got to work. Harvey decided to take a look around, because well, he didn't have anything else to do. Not mention they would need to study for that couples' quiz eventually so why not start now?

It was obvious Mike didn't spend a lot of time here. The décor was not what Harvey pictured as Mike's taste and he didn't really have anything personal lying around save for the few pictures of him and his grandmother. Oh, and the pair of Spongebob boxers that Mike had tossed over the couch no doubt when he was rushing to get ready this morning.

Mike definitely had a lot of books. Harvey wondered vaguely when the last time was that he got to sit down and actually read one of them as he casually scanned the titles ranging from The Catcher in the Rye to all seven Harry Potter books.

"So when you said you were coming up here to help, you really just wanted to ogle at my book collection?" Mike poked his head out of the bathroom, his voice making Harvey jump.

"I, uh…didn't know you read Harry Potter?" Harvey didn't acknowledge what Mike had said but that didn't seem to bother him.

"Who didn't read Harry Potter?" Mike pointed out and dumped a black duffle bag on the couch on the way to his closet. He grabbed a few suits for work (Harvey cringed when Mike just shoved them haphazardly into a suitcase), and a couple of t-shirts and pajama bottoms, along with socks and what Harvey assumed was his entire collection of novelty boxers.

"Don't bring that tie."

Mike looked down at the polka-dotted skinny tie that Harvey was glaring at. "Why not?"

"Because I hate that tie," Harvey said. "In fact I never want to see you in that tie ever again."

"Since when do you have any say what I wear?" Mike knit his brows together, confused.

"Since we're getting married," Harvey countered. Mike just gave him a look and put the tie back, opting for yet another plain blue one. "Are you finished yet?" Harvey huffed impatiently and glanced at his watch.

"I'm sorry," Mike said snidely. "Maybe if you helped it would've gone quicker."

Harvey mumbled a "whatever" and grabbed the duffle off the couch to go wait by the door for Mike to finish.

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Night had fallen by the time they got to Harvey's apartment on the other side of town. Ray offered to help them carry Mike's things up but only had three small bags so Harvey politely declined and sent his driver away with a generous tip.

Harvey led the way into the luxury building, nodding a quick greeting to the doorman before they entered the lobby. Mike was too busy gawking at his surroundings to say anything to Harvey but that was fine. He elbowed the button to call for the elevator and they rode up to the top in silence.

"You get the couch," Harvey opened the door and flipped on the light. He dumped the bag that he was holding on the floor and strode into the immaculate kitchen to get himself the drink he had needed all day.

Mike dumped the rest of his bags next to the coffee table and frowned when he saw what he would be sleeping on for the next week. The couch looked similar to what Harvey had in his office only this one was navy blue and curved, matching the modern décor of the rest of the space.

"Seriously?" Mike complained. "This huge place and you don't have a guest bedroom?"

Harvey brought his freshly poured glass of whiskey to his lips and took a sip. "Don't need one. All the guests that I have usually spend the night in my bed."

Mike rolled his eyes.

"Immigration won't send someone to check up on us until the weekend," Harvey changed subjects, already pouring himself as second glass. "So we have time to make it look like you're actually living here. Bathroom's that way," he gestured vaguely to his left. "And kitchen's here. Help yourself to whatever you want and clean up if you make a mess. My housekeeper doesn't need to waste her time cleaning up after you."

"Harvey, I'm not five years old," Mike pointed out, insulted. Harvey just shrugged and knocked back the rest of his drink.

"Well, this has been a fun day. I think I'm gonna go drown myself in the shower then hit the hay," Mike snickered as Harvey feigned the cheerful tone in his voice. "TV's right there. Watch whatever, stay up late. I don't care." Harvey left his glass on the counter and walked in the direction of the bathroom. Mike waited until he heard a door slam closed before he plopped down on the couch to catch the end of the Mets game.

Yawning, Mike kicked off his shoes and loosened his tie before situating himself against one of the surprisingly comfy pillows. He closed his eyes and was out before the game even came back from commercial.

Harvey sauntered in about twenty minutes later, hair wet and all astray to tell Mike the shower was free. Upon seeing that Mike was out cold on the couch, he shook his head and left to grab him a blanket. He covered Mike's sleeping form with the orange throw blanket and carefully took the remote from his hand. Mike stirred a little in his sleep and Harvey chuckled as he clicked off the TV. They would have to discuss Mike's poor choice of baseball teams in the morning.

"Good night, kid."

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A/N: For the record, I'm a Mets fan. Just a random FYI and in my head-canon Mike just struck me as one too. IDK I guess we Mets' fans can sense one of our own lol. But really I don't know what I'm saying anymore it's 3 in the morning, why are you still reading this?

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