A/N You know I REALLY love the reviews, I can't reply to each one, only if you've got a question or something I want to adress - but know that I appreciate each and every single one :D


"Donna!" To Harvey's surprise, Mike squirmed to get down from his admittedly ridiculous hold and; once down - ran as fast he could over to the red-haired assistant, who quickly scooped him up before he could crash into her legs.

"Hey, Mike - did you have fun at Harvey's?"

Mike shrugged. "It was okay; I was pretty tired, I didn't really do much."

Donna nodded understandingly and had a quick sniff of Mike's hair. "At least you had a bath," she remarked.

"I didn't really like it," Mike's face scrunched up. "I don't like people touching my hair."

"Poor Harvey," Donna teased as he approached. "Shunned for touching your hair."

"I was just glad that he shut up," Harvey told her, eyes twinkling slightly. Mike looked at him guiltily but quickly got down from Donna's arms as he saw Louis approach. He didn't want Louis spreading it round the other associates that he was relishing in his childish role.

"Harvey, I have a high priority case that is all hands on deck; even Jessica said so," he told him, somewhat smugly. "I'm going to need your child too."

"Out of the question, Louis," Harvey told him, walking around to stand protectively in front of Mike. "He's staying with me."

"I need people to work!" Louis insisted. "Mike gets through two times as much research as Gregory or Kyle, and I'll make sure he has regular breaks!"

Harvey raised his eyebrows. "Look at that; Louis Litt giving out breaks. How about it, Mike?" Harvey looked down to where Mike was standing warily behind him, his small, blonde head poking out from behind Harvey's legs. "You want to work with Uncle Louis for the day?" He smirked but flinched as he swore to God that Mike had just bitten him. "I don't think he wants to. How about you go and get all of the other Harvard drones to go do your work?" Harvey's suggestion-that-wasn't-a-suggestion filtered through the air as both Donna and Mike were silent, waiting to see what would happen.

Louis simply turned around and walked away, and all Mike could think of was the Wicked Witch in 'The Wizard of Oz'. He imagined Louis shouting in his nasally voice; "I'll get you, Specter! And your little boy too!" Mike shivered and decided that a toddler's imagination was too much for him. He pulled at Harvey's pants leg as the older man watched Louis walk away with distaste easily visible on his face.

Harvey felt the demanding tugging and looked down. "What, you want to actually go with him?"

Mike's face showed all to clearly what he thought about that. "No! I'm thirsty - can I go get one of the Red Bull cans from my desk?" He asked. He thought it was a reasonable enough request. Apparently not.

"No," both Harvey and Donna answered at exactly the same time. "Not only does the Red Bull actually dehydrate you - " Donna told him, before being interrupted by Harvey.

"I will not have a small you on a caffeine high - it was bad enough when you were normal - "

"It can't be good for small boys," Donna added.

"You want to sleep through the rest of the day? You crash and you'll be collapsed in my office until tomorrow - "

"Think of what Jessica would say if we let you drink from a can - "

"She'd never let me forget it - "

"She wouldn't? I wouldn't let you forget it!" Donna told him, pointing at him as if he had already given Mike the can, and opened it for him as well. Mike stared at them with wide eyes. They were bickering like a married couple. Or like his parents. It made him extremely uncomfortable, and so he let go of Harvey's leg and decided to walk into his office. Unfortunately, Harvey seemed to have a 'Mike-dar' and knew exactly where he was. Or maybe it was just because he could feel the small hand loosen on his pants leg.

"Where are you going?" He asked, the small argument between himself and Donna forgotten.

"I'm just going into your office!" Mike defended himself. "You two are acting like my parents! I just want to get a sense of normalcy! I'm going to get started on that file," all that was missing off the end of that sentence was 'and that's that'. Harvey raised his eyebrow at Donna, who hummed slightly.

"Acting like his parents," Harvey muttered. "I don't even like kids."

"You can only fool so many people, Harvey," Donna smirked at him.

"Oh, I have a job for you," Harvey told her, smiling in a particularly evil way. "Mike had an accident last night, so I need you to convince him to wear pull-ups in bed. Alright? Great," he walked to his office, hoping that a) Donna didn't kill him, and b) She would actually get Mike to listen.


"Harvey, I'm thirsty," Mike reminded him, after about two minutes of looking through the file. Harvey could see that bribing him with work would soon be coming to an end. No matter what Mike said to the contrary, he couldn't focus on one thing for very long.

"I said that Donna would be coming in with drinks soon," Harvery explained once more, through gritted teeth. "Be patient."

Mike huffed and looked back down at the file. He read three sentences and then put it back down, looking around. The whole office was entirely different from this new perspective. He could walk underneath Harvey's desk - not that he wanted to, he was just amazed that he could. He hadn't even realised he was doing it, but he was just wandering around the office, opening cupboards that he had to bend down for before. He looked through the records on the bottom shelf, having never looked at them before. They were okay ones as well.

Harvey watched him with a critical eye, surveying the scene of the toddler wandering around his office and simply looking. Or maybe 'exploring' would be a better word. Mike was getting into everything. Harvey had enough as he saw Mike touch the records. He knew the kid would be careful, but in all honesty, he didn't trust him near them normally, let alone now.

"Mike," he said. "What are you doing?"

"I've just noticed how everything looks different," Mike told him, fascinated by the view from the window until he put his face right up next to it and recoiled. "The view's too big now," he whimpered, backing away hastily. Harvey pitied the kid for a minute, before the emotion turned to distrust and anger.

"Louis, what the hell do you want?"

Louis pretended to look guilty as he walked into the office and passed Harvey the coffee Donna was supposed to bringing. "Louis, what are you - "

"Some things fell off Donna's desk; I offered to take these into you."

Harvey looked at him. "Really?"

"Well; fell off, got pushed - what's the difference? Here, squirt," the endearment sounded wrong coming from Louis and both Harvey and Mike wanted to gag at it. Louis threw the juicebox over to Mike but the small boy missed the throw and turned to go get it. The juice had landed right next to the window and Mike gave a small whimper, refusing to go near the large drop again. "What, you're scared of heights?" Louis mocked.

"No," Mike said stubbornly, inching towards the juice. Harvey stood up and walked over to pick up the fallen juice. He passed it to Mike, about to ruffle his hair but deciding against because Louis was there. And Mike hated it.

"Louis, I don't know what it is about Mike that has you obsessed with having him work for you; but get it into your head," Harvey said menacingly. "He's not coming!"

"I'll have you know, Harvey, that I am excellent with children," Louis told him, as Mike stifled a giggle. "What better way to prove that your associate liked me more than you than when he's a child? Kids adore me."

Harvey looked down at the small child who had a look of contempt on his face. "What do you think, Mike? Do you 'adore' Louis?"

Mike gave an unconstrained giggle at the thought and just drank from his juice as an answer. He jumped as Louis suddenly bent down so he could talk to him on his level. "Mike, you're the best of the associates; I need you on this case. What do you say, partner?"

"I'm not a child," Mike said around the straw. "And I don't think I'd be much help on this case - my handwriting isn't very good."

"That's fine, we can get you a computer," Louis bartered.

"Give it up, Louis," Harvey said in a bored manner. "Everyone knows the only reason you want Mike is because he's my associate."

"Hey!" Mike cried out. "I'm sure that's not the only reason. Right?"

"Your work is satisfactory," Louis said as an off-hand comment before looking back at Harvey. "Need I remind you that I am in control of all associates?"

"Need I remind you that I don't give a rat's ass?" Harvey said casually, sitting back down in his chair. Mike moved slowly over to stand next to him, worried that Louis would decide to just scoop him up and run. "Leave my office - if you want, I'll let Mike do your work when he's normal. But not now," with that he dismissed Louis, just as Donna walked in.

"I'm sorry, Harvey, my vase of flowers fell of my desk, I've just been wiping the water up - why is Louis in here?" She got closer to Louis. "I told you that I would bring these drinks in, Louis - it surprises me that you're in here," she gave him a fake cheery smile and got closer. "If you're trying to take Mike out of this office - good luck. Harvey will take Gregory before you take Mike. Oh, and need I remind you of a certain date I have in my head...?" She smiled as he left quickly. "Atta boy."

"If I didn't know better, I'd say that Louis was acting like a paedofile," Mike muttered, resting his head on Harvey's bent leg as he finished his juice.

"Nope, he just likes full control," Harvey told him. "If I have something; he wants it. All the other associates are loyal to him - he just wants you to be as well. He figures that with you being a kid now it'll be easier for him to muscle in."

Mike gave a snort and rolled his eyes, passing the empty juice box up to Donna. "Thanks for the juice, Donna - even if Louis brought it in."

"Just stay away from him," she warned, before looking at Harvey. "And you have a meeting soon; but until then, keep your eye on him," she pointed to Mike, who gazed up at her innocently, giving her a shy smile.

"Come on, kid - you can highlight the parts I tell you to," Harvey told him, remembering something he'd read in his child research. Kids liked to get involved; he'd do more if it was something they were doing together rather than if he was on his own. Regarding this, Harvey grabbed hold of him by his armpits and pulled him up to sit on his knee. Mike shuffled slightly. "Comfortable enough?" Harvey asked in amusement as the kid leant back, resting against Harvey's back and stomach.

"Mhm," Mike replied, uncapping the highlighter before leaing forward eagerly to help.


"Mike, I'm going to my meeting," Harvey told the small boy who was now sat on the couch, looking at the toy fire truck Donna had given him in bemusement. "Stay in here - you got that?" Mike nodded and went back to inspecting the toy.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" He asked, more to himself than to Harvey. The older man couldn't help but laugh at Mike's concentrated face, trying to figure it out like a puzzle.

"Push it along the floor and make fire truck sounds," Harvey suggested, walking out. "You leave this room and I'll break your feet."

When he was gone, Mike glared at the door. "Make fire truck sounds. Right," he huffed, refusing to do anything of the sort.

He was getting bored though...

Donna was sat outside the office at her desk, immersed in work. He knew she would probably keep glancing in and making sure he was still in there and alive, but the toy was beginning to take over his attention. He wanted to hit himself in the head for thinking it, but what Harvey suggested wasn't a bad idea. There was lots of floor space to be used as road - the table was a bridge, the chair a building; some records could do for more if he stacked them up...

He got to work, and within minutes had his own city in front of him. A city that was toppling around him and needed a fire truck to come save everyone - he'd always wanted to be a fireman.

The next time Donna looked up she spotted Mike's legs sticking out from under Harvey's desk. Deciding to look in and make sure he wasn't choking on a spare tie or hadn't stuck his finger in an electrical socket, she quietly opened the door, amazed to hear the sounds of 'Nee nah, nee nah' coming from underneath the desk. She crouched and saw Mike on all fours, pushing the truck along enthusiastically, making the typical fire truck sounds and apparently in the midst of some heroic rescue. She started to giggle, quickly exiting the room to let him continue playing. She pushed the intercom button on her desk to make sure she could still hear him, but eventually the toddler's random noises were getting on her nerves and she shut it off.

She was sure he wouldn't go anywhere.


Mike had just finished pulling someone from a burning building - someone on the front of a Blue Oyster Cult record was next to an Iggy Pop album called 'Fire Engine' which he'd substituted as real fire - when he decided he was hungry. He wasn't sure how long he'd been in; but Harvey wasn't back and he'd said that his meeting would only take about 45 minutes. Mike was really hungry though. Even if it was just an apple or something, he wanted to eat.

He walked out and saw that Donna was gone. Hoping she'd gone to get food, he climbed onto her chair and sat there, swinging his legs until the chair spun. It stopped dead on it's second spin, and Mike looked up to see Louis stood there, clutching the chair.

"I'm sure Harvey wouldn't be happy if he knew you weren't in his office," he said.

"I'm waiting for Donna," Mike explained, hands clasped in his lap around his fire truck. "I'm hungry."

"Well, I could always... no, it doesn't matter," Louis tapered off.

Curiosity piqued, Mike's eyes widened. "What?"

"Well, it's just that I have a whole packet of chocolate in my office - I'd say you could have some if you did some work, but I know Harvey doesn't want you to, so - "

"No, I'll come!" Mike said hurriedly, climbing off the chair; stomach growling when he thought of chocolate. "I can do work!"

Louis grinned as they walked to his office. He usually didn't have to bribe people do work; hell, he could snap his fingers and about three associates at once would come over. That's why he wanted Mike Ross so badly. Harvey's golden boy seemed to think he was exempt from Louis' command. He was going to stick it Harvey and get some good work, all because Mike Ross would cave for a piece of chocolate.


Louis was beginning to think that maybe having a child with an adult's mind working on files in his office wasn't the best idea. The kid had guzzled loads of chocolate and was now sticky, thus getting it all over his furniture, and there were greasy chocolate fingerprints on his glass coffee table. And the kid would not shut up. He was babbling much like Louis had seen him do normally when he walked past Harvey's office on a night, and Mike had clearly been up for days.

He'd barely gotten any of the work done, and was starting to regret giving him chocolate. Although, the chocolate was mixed with the kid's incessant desire to have a nap. "But I'm tired, Louis!" Mike complained, handling the framed newspaper clippings on Louis' desk, accidently dropping one.

"I don't care - associates aren't meant to get sleep," Louis growled, wishing his headache would leave.

"But Louis..." Mike whined, tears coming to his eyes.

Louis stood up and picked Mike up - it was even more of an awkward hold than Harvey's was. "Remember how you shut up in Harvey's office when you were near the window?" Louis asked, getting close to it, and holding Mike so close he felt his forehead touch the glass.

"Please don't," Mike squeaked, squeezing his eyes together tightly.

"What's wrong, Ross?" Louis asked. "Scared of heights?"

Mike shook his head but kept his eyes closed. "I want Harvey," he whimpered.


A few minutes before this, Harvey was walking back from his meeting, and was met with an almost hysterical Donna. "Donna?" Harvey asked, going over to her. "What's wrong?"

"Mike's gone!" She exclaimed. "I can't find him - he was in your office the last I looked and then I went to go get some snacks, because you know he'll get hungry, but when I came back he was gone!" She was panicking, and her panic was making Harvey panic. A small three year old; already confused between his three year old mind and adult mind would be nearly impossible to find in their large firm. He could have hidden anywhere.

"Calm down," he said automatically. "Where have you looked?"

"Everywhere in your office," she told him, clutching her phone. "Toilets, his cubicle - I was about to call you."

"Don't worry, we'll find him," Harvey assured her, running a hand through his hair as he turned away. He wouldn't admit it but he was slightly scared to death.

"Donna?" Rachel was walking down the corridor, a frown on her face.

"It's not a good time, Rachel," Donna mumbled, casting frantic eyes around the corridor.

"You know how we were all told that Mike's... younger now?" She asked, not witholding her shock and slight mistrust, as if they were just pretending.

"Yeah, have you seen him?" Donna asked her, as Harvey turned towards her as well, concern flickering in his eyes.

"Uh... about this big," she gestured to just above her knee, "bright blonde hair, holding a toy truck?"

"Where is he?" Harvey asked her.

"I saw him in Louis' office; I thought you'd sent him to help with the case..." she stopped as Harvey whipped past her, eyes burning. She glanced over at Donna, who closed her eyes and let out a breath. "Are you okay?" Rachel asked, concerned.

Donna nodded. "I'm fine. Better than Louis will be in a minute," she quirked her lips slightly and decided to tidy up Mike's playground in Harvey's office before the Senior Partner would notice.


"I want Harvey," Mike whimpered, before suddenly feeling himself being dragged back. Louis' shoulder jerked backwards and the man spun around. Mike quickly opened his eyes to see Harvey stood there like an Ancient Greek hero.

"What the hell are you doing?" Harvey asked, taking Mike from Louis' arms and holding him in an almost proper manner - although Mike put this down to his being angry. To his horror, Mike found himself flinging his arms around Harvey's neck and whimpering, hiding his face just underneath Harvey's chin and shaking after being made to stay so close to the window.

"He came of his own free will to do work!" Louis said quickly. "I was just showing him the view."

"Bullshit, Louis - you're trying to make him one of the drones! Let me make it as clear as possible without going to Jessica," Harvey stepped forward, foregoing yelling to hiss menacingly instead. "If you try and get Mike to work for you - ever again; I will make your life a living hell. Got that?" Louis nodded and bumped into the window trying to step back.

"Mike," Harvey said softly as he was about to leave. "You still got that truck?" Mike looked down at his hands and shook his head. His shaking was subsiding and the adrenaline and shock was also leaving, causing him to become tired. "Louis - pass Mike that truck," he nodded to the toy that was sat on the desk and Louis quickly passed it over.

Mike held it in his hands and squeezed it tightly, resting his face on Harvey's shoulder. He felt someone pat his back softly and he felt them moving, Harvey's steps slow and smooth.

"Why did you leave the office?" Harvey asked in a soft voice.

"I was hungry," Mike mumbled. "I was sat on Donna's chair and Louis said he had chocolate."

Harvey shuddered at the image of Louis offering sweets to children and was about to rub Mike's back more when he remembered that Mike had disobeyed him. And everything he read said to make sure that the child knew when they were in the wrong.

"I'm going to have a proper talk with Louis," Harvey told him as they walked towards the office, sending Donna a look that meant 'mother him later, we're busy' as she shot up from her chair. She slowly sat down, glaring at him through the glass. "But you did exactly what I told you not to do. I only gave you one rule, Mike - don't leave the office. And what did you do?"

"I left the office," Mike whispered, realising he should pull away from Harvey's shoulder before he got some sort of bodly fluid on it; be it tears, snot or slobber (he still had chocolate around his mouth and his fingers were sticky).

"Right. And why did you do that?"

"I was hungry!" Mike argued. "Donna wasn't there; I was just waiting for her."

"If both me and Donna aren't available; call one of us - you can use my office phone. Just never go off with Louis or leave the office without my permission. Got it?" He struggled to think of disciplinary actions and finally settled on: "I'm disappointed in you, Mike."

He flinched, thinking it would probably be better if he'd given the kid a time-out. Mike gazed up at him with big, watery eyes. "I'm sorry, Harvey," he whispered, looking down at the truck in his hands.

"Just... don't do it again - okay?" He made sure to keep his tone amiable, and Mike nodded. "So..." Harvey tried to diffuse some tension. "How do you like that truck Donna gave you?"

Mike smiled at him, and started telling him all about how he saved everyone's lives - although Iggy Pop was running amock and was only beaten by an old AC/DC record. Harvey's smile became tight and strained as he realise Mike had taken out one of his most valuable records. His tie was then tugged slightly.

"Are you listening?" Mike asked, scowling.

"Yeah, kid, don't worry," Harvey assured him. "I'm listening.


A/N Well this one went on a while XD I hope you all liked it; I don't know why I'm making Louis out to be so damn creepy - for the record he isn't a paedofile, he just wants to get one over on Harvey ;) And I thought that Louis bribing Mike into his office with sweets was the best thing since mini!Mike ;) So, yeah; review and tell me what you though :D