Summary: The puppy suffers from the consequences of the bulldog fight.

Author's note: I swear that the next part will be the last one. Sorry for the confusion! :) And, for those who also watch Teen Wolf, you'll run into Scott's 'word of the day' :D

The next day, Harvey's desk did see some significant action but it wasn't the type that it had hoped for. Instead of Mike's warm body fluids, all it got was cold black ink. Harvey crushed the can of Gatorade as he shook with annoyance. His favorite pen had been tampered with and this wasn't how he had wanted to christen his new desk.

'As if the itching powder wasn't stupid enough.' He groaned as he scratched his palms. He wouldn't have needed to deal with any of this unpleasant business if Donna had been around. But she was sick at home because of some Mexican food that was outside her stomach's comfort zone. He wondered if it had been Louis' doing but he would have to investigate it later. For now, he had to go take a leak under Louis' desk. And, in homage to Mike, he was going to pee orange.

Meanwhile, Louis was in the men's room, twisting his body to look at his ass in the mirror. He took immense pride in his fine ass but didn't want it to stick out through his torn pants. He couldn't believe that he had fallen for the same trick three times, twice on the same day. Harvey had been thorough enough to mess with his backup chair as well.

'That bastard knew I'd get angrier if he played the same pranks! How does he know me so well?' He wondered if Harvey had talked to one of his shrinks but he would have to investigate it later. For now, he had to change into sweats, hoping that none of his clients showed up without giving him a call. And, in homage to Mike, he was going to wear blue like the color of his eyes.

It was ironic that the person at the center of this mess knew nothing about it. He had been in his cubicle, absorbed in work and thrilled that Louis seemed busy enough not to bother him. He hadn't thought much of it even when the Dictaphone had turned up inside one of the copy machines. Harvey enjoyed hiding Louis' things; it wasn't anything new. So it was unfortunate that he had strolled into Harvey's empty office and spotted a cup of coffee begging to be drunk.

Mike grinned as he glanced at the hallway; there wasn't a single witness. So he picked up the coffee and put on a solemn expression. It was only right to say a few words before seizing this rare opportunity, "in memory of all my late coffees that died a heroic death! Down the evil throat of Harvey Reginald Specter!"

He had a vision of something else of his going down that throat, but it was not the time or place to think about it. Reminded that the evil man could be back at any moment, he quickly poured coffee down his throat.

"Caahhh!"

Mike coughed like a dying man as vapor rushed out through his nose and ears. Whatever he had drunk had to be toxic. Someone wanted Harvey dead! He opened the lid with shaky hands but tears made it hard to see. Had he become a victim of a terrorist attack? Should his lawyers have filed another type of suit instead? Had Harvey put away a vicious criminal when he had worked for the D.A.'s office? Or had his assassin confused his target's name with his client's?

He wiped away the tears with the back of his hand and reached out for a Kleenex. But when he blew his nose hard, he ended up with a sneezing fit. "Atchoo! Etchoo!"

He pulled out another Kleenex and spotted a message written in a corner. Through a fresh wave of tears, he read: Hah! You've been LITT up!

That was it. He folded the message and put it in his pocket that contained the Dictaphone. Then he took the weaponized coffee and headed straight for Jessica's office. Things had gone too far and both of his juvenile bosses were going to pay.

Jessica barely fought off the urge to resort to violence as she looked at two of her best lawyers sitting on her couch. They looked like three year olds with pouty lips who should've rather been sitting in a corner. This was so not the vision that she had had for her firm. If she had wanted to be a kindergarten teacher, she would've been one years ago and would've consequently killed herself.

"Did you two not go to law school?" Her eyes were cutting.

Harvey snorted. "Jessica, if your memory's…"

"Shut up, Harvey. This is not the time to be a smartass. Just answer the damn question."

Harvey refused to talk while Louis answered, "I know I did."

"Then you should know it's usually the victim who files a harassment suit, not the people who have harassed the victim."

The boys yelled over each other about how the other one was to be blamed, but she put up a finger and stopped their rants. "I talked to Mike and he wants both of you to drop the charges. Normally I'd convince him otherwise, but I'm going to make it go away because it's an embarrassment to the firm."

She pointed her fingers at both of them, one hand for one boy. "You are an embarrassment to the firm! And, you call yourselves partners!"

"Technically, we're not the ones that…"

"Harvey! What part of 'Shut up' don't you understand?"

"Oh, you actually meant that?" Harvey faked an innocent smile while Louis shook his head. He was embarrassed that he had played pranks on a child.

"Bed-wetter," Louis coughed. Harvey had chosen a suitable prank after all.

"What did you just call me?"

"You heard me. Actually, you're worse than a bed-wetter. You did it on purpose!"

"I had no idea you slept on the floor of your office, Louis. Your wife finally kicked you out? What took her so long?"

Louis refused to engage in such a humorless conversation. So instead, he pointed at Harvey and whined at Jessica, "He peed on my floor."

"He put poison in Donna's food." Harvey mimicked Louis.

"I did no such thing. And, you're the one who put pepper in my peppermint tea!"

"Well, you did want peppermint."

"That's enough!" Jessica roared as her giant earrings jangled. "Haven't you learned anything today? Mike had an allergic reaction and his face is swollen!"

At the instant silence, she cursed herself for having waited so long to play the 'swollen puppy' card. She had overestimated her employees. "I sent him home early, so don't even think about making a beeline to his cubicle. Also, he's made it clear that he doesn't want to hear from either of you. So you morons are going to respect his wish and let him rest over the weekend."

Then she gave Louis the stink eye. "If he doesn't feel well enough on Monday, I'm going to take a day out of your vacation. And, Louis, this is a law firm, not a gym. Put on a suit for everyone's sake."

Louis didn't get a chance to explain himself before Jessica shooed them away. Harvey's laughter pissed him off, but he ignored it and headed to his office. He wasn't going to sink to his level and he had a letter of apology to send. What? It wasn't like Harvey was going to stick to the rules. He would gladly bet his title as a senior partner that Harvey would go over to Mike's place tonight, completely ignoring everything other than his own childish self.

Knock-knock.

"Mike! Open up. You know I'm strong enough to break down the door," Harvey happily threatened his associate again. Mike had told him to go away but he knew that he didn't mean it. Everyone wanted him to come in and stay, and Mike could be no exception.

"Mike! I'm not paying for your new door even if you drop to your knees and blow me again, so you better…"

The door was yanked open and he was met with a fuming Mike. "Jesus, Harvey. What is wrong with you? You want to broadcast it to the whole neighborhood?"

"Nope, I'd like to do it to the whole world." Harvey put on his proudest smile.

"Oh my god, you're impossible. Just come in and stop embarrassing yourself." Mike grabbed a fistful of Harvey's shirt and tugged hard.

Harvey stumbled as Mike closed the door. An angry Mike wasn't just hot; he was also strong, which made him hotter. So instead of walking farther into the dump, he turned to the cutest swollen face. Their faces were close but he could tell that Mike was too proud to take a step back. So he wrapped one arm around Mike's waist and kissed the puffy lips. But before he could lure the kid into the breathtaking world of Harvey Specter's mouth, Mike freed himself and headed to the kitchen sink.

"Wow, you've got some nerve." Mike jerked the cupboard open.

"I was just trying to kiss you better."

Mike snorted as he filled the ugliest mug with hot tap water. "Remind me why people like you?"

"Because they have eyes and/or ears?" Harvey made himself comfortable on the couch and smoothed out his wrinkled shirt.

"Here." Mike flung the mug at his boss. "Drink this and go home. I served my guest a warm beverage before kicking him out, so nobody's allowed to bitch about my manners."

Harvey watched with a frown as Mike stomped into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. "You've got to be kidding me. Not another door…"

Mike flopped down on the toilet lid and screwed his eyes shut. His heart had been racing ever since the ephemeral kiss. The doctor had ordered him to rest, but there was no way that he was going to rest now that he knew what Harvey's lips tasted like.

'But it wasn't a proper taste. Perhaps I should've pushed him a little bit later.' He groaned at his mixed emotions and dropped his face into his hands. He knew that he didn't have an excuse to be mad at either of his bosses. It was his own fault; he was the one who had stolen the deadly coffee. But if he thought about it, Harvey stole his coffee all the time! So he had had a perfectly good reason to get revenge.

Pricking up his ears, he wondered what Harvey was doing. He hadn't heard the front door open and close yet. Unable to resist his curiosity, he got up and put his ear on the door. It was ridiculous to act like a spy at his own place, but he wasn't ready to face those luring lips.

He listened for a few seconds but couldn't hear anything. Had Harvey fallen asleep or had the vapor damaged his ears? But who fell asleep at someone else's place? Especially if that someone was mad at him? Convinced that his hearing wasn't at its best, he opened the door and ventured to take a peek outside.

The first thing that caught his eyes was a deliciously bare chest. He had no idea why his boss was shirtless but he could totally get behind the decision. It was the first time to see Harvey without an undershirt and he liked what he saw. Thankful for his eidetic memory, he snapped a mental picture. 'Wait. What the…'

"Harvey! Stop reading that!" Mike flew to the couch and tried to get the letter out of Harvey's hands. He had completely forgotten about it. "Harvey! Come on! Give it to me!"

"Why, Mike, I'd be inclined to do just that if this love letter wasn't so fascinating." Harvey held Louis' letter high up in the air while trying to get Mike to stay away.

"It's not a love letter! He was just trying to say sorry!" Mike launched himself at his boss but Harvey was already off the couch.

"Then why are you so determined to take it away?"

"It's a personal letter! That's why!"

"Oh, Mike… I trained you to be a better liar than that." Harvey perched himself on the tiny kitchen table and watched Mike stub his toe on his own coffee table.

"Oww!…" Mike hopped around with his injured foot in his hands. The universe had been giving him so much shit today. The only thing that brightened his day was Harvey's chest. So it was only natural to hop closer and get a better look at it.

"Tsk, tsk, you ride a bike every day and you're still unfamiliar with your limbs?"

"Geez, I'm sure that's what a good visitor's supposed to say." Mike stared at Harvey's belly button; it was the least sexually harassing place to stare at.

"Well, a good visitor reads you a funny story. Let's see. What did he say…"

"Harvey!" Mike threw himself at the unwelcome visitor. "Give it back! It's not yours to read!"

Then he gasped at the sudden realization: he was straddling his half-naked boss. He let out a moan as he wondered how he kept finding himself in these compromising positions. What was he doing so right?

"Why did you take off your shirt?" Mike folded his arms. It seemed like a good time to get some answers.

"You wrinkled it and poured hot water all over it."

"Oh please, I didn't pour anything. It must've spilled a little."

"That's not called spilled, Mike. Don't make me show you the big stain."

"It's just water, Harvey. I'm sure your super expensive shirt will dry in no time."

"You bet it will. Otherwise I'll be forced to borrow your shirt that screams associate."

"Oh, yeah? You'd rather wear my shirt than stay shirtless?" Mike poked at Harvey's stomach. "It must be hard to suck in this bump. All those hotdogs…"

"Excuse you. I don't have a bump." Harvey swatted Mike's hand away. "Maybe you're the one who has a bump."

"You said yourself that I ride a bike every day. I don't have a bump."

"Those two statements aren't as relevant as you think."

"Fine. I'll give you proof then." Mike pulled up his T-shirt and pulled down his sweatpants. "See? No bump at all."

"Hmm, who knows if you're sucking it in?" Harvey reached out for Mike's stomach and Mike instinctively backed away.

"Eep!"

Harvey rolled his eyes and caught his associate before he ended up with a concussion. The only thing that hit the floor was the forgotten letter.

Mike looked up at Harvey, a sense of relief and adrenaline rushing through him. This time, the compromising position was him bending back as if Harvey had dipped him during a dance. It was a typical chick flick moment and he felt his face flush.

"Eep? Really?" Harvey tugged until Mike's feet were planted on the floor.

"You don't get to judge my squeaks! You were going to grope my abs!"

Harvey looked offended. "Why would I do that when I can simply touch mine?"

"Harvey, that's ridiculous." Mike laughed. "Besides, don't think I didn't notice what you did there. You tricked me into showing you my abs."

"You know what's ridiculous? That's ridiculous. You need to get it out of your head that I want to do something fun with my sick associate. Nursing is supposed to be boring."

"So that's what you're here for? To nurse me back to health?"

There was a knock on the door before Harvey could answer the question. He felt Mike tense, so he stole another kiss in the name of reassurance. "Relax. It isn't Louis. It must be Ray. I asked him to bring over my emergency overnight bag."

"You have an emergency overnight bag?"

"Haven't I taught you anything?" Harvey opened the door and took the duffle bag from his driver. "A lawyer has to be always prepared, Mike. Clients come to you at all hours."

"Fine. So what do you have in there?" Mike snatched the bag as he waved goodbye at Ray.

"If you're looking for a sexy nurse outfit, don't bother." Harvey joined Mike on the couch. Of course the puppy liked to rummage through things.

"Huh, I think condoms and lube are more way more disturbing than a nurse outfit. I thought you didn't sleep with clients."

"I don't. You're not a client."

Mike's brain was flooded with thoughts: Was Harvey planning to stay until he recovered? Would they finally get to do something more than oral sex? Would Harvey really grope his own abs during sex? But wasn't he mad at Harvey? So why was he thinking about sleeping with him? And, how could Harvey be so presumptuous? But wasn't he glad that Harvey wanted to sleep with him? Then why was he feeling so conflicted?

This was all Louis' fault. He was the one who had written about how he hated the way Harvey looked at him. According to Louis, Harvey's eyes 'were pregnant with unmistakable hunger' for him and no matter how much he had tried to 'induce an abortion', he had sadly failed. Ever since he had read the letter, it had been hard not to picture Harvey giving him a predatory look.

"Mike?" Harvey was concerned. The boy had just shivered.

"What?" Mike stared at Harvey's belly button again.

"Stop thinking and go to bed. You obviously need to rest." Harvey picked up a few things from his bag and walked into the bathroom, leaving Mike with an increasing number of thoughts.