Thank you for the reviews! So this chapter is quite angsty, inspired by the last episode. In this chapter, it's as if the kid (I think he was named Liam?) in the last episode got high and hit another person while driving under the influence. I hope you guys like it :)

Mike closed his eyes in aggravation, pressing his fingers into his temples in an attempt to ease his massive migraine. "There's nothing here," he exploded in frustration, pushing the messy stack of files away. He wanted to scream. Harvey ran a hand through his hair, sending the dark blonde strands into a rare state of disarray. "It has to be," he answered, trying to keep his voice level though he felt as though he was about to snap with frustration. Mike remained silent, though the air hung with loaded tension. After ten minutes, he could no longer hold it in. "God Harvey, don't you get it?" he asked in a voice dangerously close to a shout. "There is nothing here. We can't help this kid because he's a fucking dumbass who got high again and crashed his fucking car again after we got him off last time!" He was standing now, chest heaving with emotion. His head throbbed as memories prickled at the edge of his mind. Harvey's eyes flashed. "This is our job, Mike. We work for the client, and what the client wants is for us to find a way to get her son out of prison time. You told me you could handle this, Mike."

"I can handle this," Mike shot back.

"Then sit down and do your job," Harvey responded evenly. Mike didn't move. The senior partner stared into the younger man's eyes, his gaze hardening. "What?" he challenged.

"Don't you have any sense of right and wrong?" Mike burst out. "This is wrong. He killed someone last time, and he almost killed another person this time!" He was yelling now, a vein pulsing in his forehead.

Harvey strode up to him, causing him to take a surprised step backwards. "And what makes you any different?" Harvey snarled. "Huh? When I found you, you were running from the cops with a briefcase full of pot. I hired you anyway. And what do you do? You get stoned. So get down off your moral high horse." Mike made a weak protest, but Harvey ignored it. "You really think I don't know you well enough to tell when you're stoned out of your goddamn mind? I don't give a shit what you do with your personal life, but do not start screwing things up around here."

"Oh right," Mike yelled with fresh anger. "Because that's all you care about anyway, right? Yourself. It couldn't be about me, or Liam, because it's always about you. It doesn't matter if I screw up – only if it affects the great Harvey Specter!"

Harvey stepped even closer so that his face was only inches away from Mike's. He grabbed the knot of the associate's tie. "Listen, kid," he hissed. "You have no idea what I've done for you. You wanna get high on the job? Go ahead. Violate attorney-client privilege? Fine. But I'm done covering your ass." He released the younger man, his eyes blazing. Harvey straightened his tie and sat back down. "Find precedent or get out," he said, pretending to be immersed in the paperwork in front of him as though it couldn't have bothered him in the slightest either way. Mike stood there, his jaw pulsing. Half of him wanted to punch Harvey and the other was still wondering why the senior partner had given him a chance in the first place.

Half of Harvey wanted to grab the kid by his collar and throw him out, and the other half was trying very hard to pretend he didn't care as much as he did. He concentrated on making his actions as nonchalant as possible, though every fiber of his being wanted Mike to stay. He wasn't at all sure he wouldn't try to chase the kid if he actually did leave. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mike still standing there.

Just as Harvey was starting to worry if the kid had gone into some sort of shock, Mike took a step towards him. "Harvey?" he asked, hating how his voice was cracking. The words were stuck in his throat, and he felt as if he were choking on all the things he wanted to say. Please don't fire me. I need this job. Liam reminds me too much of myself, and this case is basically a modern version of my childhood. I miss my parents, so much. Everyday. Grammy too. I don't have anyone left but you, and that's too pathetic to admit out loud. This job is the best thing that happened to me, and the worst. I wish I didn't have a goddamn eidetic memory that sears every single fucking moment permanently into my mind. You wanna know why I smoke? It's a huge fucking relief from the real-world disaster that is my life. You're everything I want to be, and yet you're a constant reminder of everything I'm not. I can't lose you. I don't know what having a father is like, but I'd imagine it's a little like this.

I walked a minute in your shoes, they never would've fit

I figured there's nothing to lose,

I need to get some perspective on these words before I write them down

You're an island and my ship has run aground

Lord knows I'll fail you time and again,

But you and me, we're alright.

Please review! 5 and I'll put the next chapter up. Also, as a side note, did anyone else think it was completely adorable how Harvey talked to that little girl and brought her flowers?!