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AN1: I always enjoyed the interaction of Donna and Harvey. BUT just be warned, as with all of my fanfics, there will be some OOC-ness ahead. ENJOY!

AN2: Thank you so much to CandyCakes, nicola360 , kutoki , Aqua Mage , A Machiavellian Figure , ruglan and for all your lovely reviews! They made me smile and kept me typing :DD

Also, to everyone who added this story to their Alerts and Favourite's... thank you! It was such a rush to see the interest in this story! I never thought it'd make it's way past the first chapter, so this is really amazing! Thank you!

Now! To the story!

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Just another day … not killing Mike.

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"Coffee?" Mike says, holding out two cups of steaming creamy java-ness.

Harvey, instead of gushing with compliments and gratitude –that Mike kinda expected- just stared, unimpressed. "What took you so long?" he says and holds out his hand expectantly.

Mike, pouting, hands over the coffee mug, deciding right then and there not to spoil Harvey ever again.

After a long slurp, Harvey finally looks up from his mug, "Didn't I give you a patent to fill?" he snaps, suddenly jerking the mug away from his face, trying to place it down somewhere.

The associate just stares dumbly as his boss convulses violently as he sneezes.

Luckily, Harvey has some strange inner balancing mechanism, because even with the violent tilt of the mug, he quickly adjusts his wrist angle to ensure he doesn't spill his morning life-force. When he finally straightens up again, he glares at Mike, "Well, if you're not going to actually be useful," he shoots at his associate and rubs his nose, "you can go and file that patent at Pearson Hardman."

Mike couldn't help but feel the colour drain from his face. Especially when Harvey takes out his cell and. Calls. Donna. He's not looking forward to that. Not when Donna can put him into a hell. Yes, a Donna-like hell. Where torture is Pro Bono and reprieves would consist of Licencing Agreements. He can feel the nausea building up just thinking about it.

"Donna. Mike is on his way. Make sure he files the patent for the Hemsworth case this afternoon," he says and quickly turns away from the receiver to cough a few times, "… what was that?"

Silence follows through for a few moments, where Harvey nods his head – as if Donna could actually see him.

"No, you make sure he does it. There's a reason why he's an associate," Harvey growls and sets down the mug on the coffee-table next to the three-seater couch, "Why would I want him here? He doesn't even make a decent cup of coffee!"

"You know, I can actually hear everything you're saying… I'm standing right here…" Mike says with a deadpan tone. He drowns his sorrows in his cup of coffee, not willing to admit that his coffee-to-cream ratio does need some work.

Harvey glares at him for a moment before heading down the hall, the receiver still stuck to his ear. "Make sure that Jessica gets the Bloss files this afternoon and tell Louis that – you did? Oh, right…. Nice…" he says and disappears into one of the rooms.

It's not long before Harvey returns to the living room in a completely different outfit. Slack black cotton pants and a navy tee, "-I know. And move all my Pro Bono's down a week… I'll deal with everything else tomorrow…" he says and smiles as he hangs up. He's not at all cocky when he congratulates himself again on hiring her as his secretary. If Wonder Woman had a counterpart in real life, it'd be Donna.

Mike nods, but when he doesn't make any attempt to leave, Harvey starts to glare at him. "If you didn't understand me, I was actually asking you to leave," he says in a low tone before wiping absently at his forehead, grimacing at the product of that action. The fever was worsening.

"Umm… I think you should stay here," Mike replies, trying not to sound too petulant.

"I am," Harvey says and wanders off to the kitchen.

"I meant – I should stay here…" the young associate corrected himself and sighs before following his boss.

"I'm not sure your damn Pentium Three-thousand scanner-brain is worth all your bitching …." Harvey mumbles and heads to the fridge.

"You think my brain is that awesome!" Mike says, feeling the swell of pride in chest at the unintended compliment.

"I think you missed the part that you're a pain-in-the-ass…" Harvey says –Mike's ego deflates instantly- and grabs an ice-pack from the freezer, holding it to his neck, "Ugh…."

A loud and resounding sneeze suddenly erupts from Harvey, sending the icepack flying across the kitchen.

"Well this pain-in-the-ass is going to be taking care of you today," Mike snapped back, only to end up blushing two seconds later when his own words hit him, 'What a stupid thing to say to my boss…'

"Did Donna put you up to this?"

"...Maybe"

"Should've guessed it…." Harvey grumbled, walked forwards and grabbed his icepack… only… the return journey didn't happen. He just kept falling forwards.

Mike, ninja reflexes and all, dived forwards just in time to stop Harvey's forehead smacking the ceramics.

The older man grabbed hold of the countertop and one of Mike's arms, pushing himself up. He avoided the young man's worried gaze when he finally looked up. He merely extended his fingertips and grabbed the icepack by the edge. Harvey stood up a moment later, brushing off the incident as if it didn't just take place.

The lawyer slapped it back to the back of his neck and continued his rant as if nothing happened, "I really need to fire her…". But, he knows just how much he depends on Donna. Wonder Woman keeps his damned schedule, charges and life running smoothly. He finally nods at the realization: This is a love-hate situation.

"Well… if you're going to stalk me all day anyway, you might as well make yourself useful… " Harvey says when Mike follows him out the kitchen, "In the linen cupboard is a spare duvet and pillow… bring them here with some aspirin…"

"Wh- where is-"

"Fourth door on the left. Bathroom cupboard," Harvey says shortly, lying down on the couch, grabbing his coffee mug again. He wrapped his hands around it and frowned deeply, trying to convince himself that he didn't appreciate being taken care of.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Harvey?" an all-too-clear female voice called from the front door.

Mike tensed at the voice, sensing his impending doom.

"Did you kill Mike yet?" she asks sweetly as she opens the front door, a rustle of plastic and paper following her, indicating to her shopping habit.

Harvey's pretty sure she'd have gone nuts with shopping for this rare opportunity, he couldn't help but smile gratefully, "Not yet."

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Thanks for reading!

I wanted to bring in Donna before Harvey got all loopy from the meds. Their chemistry is just so much fun xD I hope you liked this edition... I want to keep them as in-character as possible, I hope it worked! ;)