Hey y'all! So I noticed that many people caught on to my White Collar and Finding Nemo references, but not the Stardust one. It was "No, seriously, don't mention it. Reputations, you know. A lifetime to build, seconds to destroy." Robert De Niro says this, and it's one of my favorite lines EVER. So here's my fourth chapta; please R&R. Some language, but nothing terrible.

The floor was silent. All eyes were on the odd pair.

The great and powerful Harvey Specter... with a kid?!

Surely there was some kind of misunderstanding. Maybe that was just someone who looked like Harvey, who got lost...

"Don't you all have work to do?"

There was no mistaking that condescending tone; this was Harvey Specter.

Harvey rolled his eyes before glaring at the rest of the associates.

"Come on, Mike, let's go to my office."

They walked out of the bullpen, only to be stopped by a short, yet intimidating man.

He smirked at Harvey.

"So, wonder boy, where the hell have you been? I've got three cases waiting on you. Just because Jessica likes you doesn't mean you can just waltz in and out of here whenever you want. Get your shit together and get back to work."

"That's not a nice word."

The comment came from behind Harvey.

The man let out a creepy little giggle, thinking that Harvey had talked back.

"Excuse me? Care to repeat that?"

Mike stepped out from behind Harvey's legs and cleared his throat.

"That's not a nice word. It was mean of you to say that."

The man just stared at Mike and then pointed.

"Harvey, what the hell is this?"

"It's a kid, Louis."

"Where the hell did it come from?"

Harvey smirked. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

"Well, when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much..."

Louis scowled and stated, "I know how sex works, Harvey."

"How would you, seeing as you've never had it?" He snapped back.

The two just glowered at each other, with Mike slowly creeping away from the confrontation; the lawyers looked like they were about to come to blows.

"Boys, no fighting in the house."

Both men stepped back as Jessica walked up.

"Jessica, Harvey has been gone for three hours, which is completely unacceptable."

The managing partner simply smiled.

"That is because I asked him to. Today was the mock trial, and Harvey was representing the firm. Oh, and where's Kyle?" Jessica asked, looking around.

"Kyle?"

Jessica turned to Harvey with ice in her voice.

"You were supposed to bring the winner of the trial back here. Tell me you didn't leave him there."

Harvey rolled his eyes.

"Wow, so little faith in the underdog."

"Excuse me?"

He smiled, preparing to blow Jessica's mind.

"Kyle didn't win; Mike did."

"So you left Mike."

Harvey frowned and gestured behind him.

"No, he's right here –"

He looked at the spot where Mike had been. Oh shit.

Harvey immediately walked away from Jessica and Louis, scanning for the tell-tale blonde tuft of hair.

"Harvey, where do you think you're going?"

He turned around and glared at Louis.

"I'm trying to find a kid who has never been here before who is probably scared and lost."

Jessica grinned abruptly.

"Do I sense a bit of protectiveness here?"

"Of course not!" Harvey blurted out. "He just… has new-people issues."

"Harvey, he's a teenager; he'll be fine."

Harvey headed toward his office, informing Jessica of the issue.

"See, the thing is… he's not."

Jessica stopped following him, confused.

"I'll explain later!"

Harvey yelled down the hall as he walked up to his assistant's desk. Unfortunately, it was empty.

"Donna!"

One of the first-year associates poked his head around the corner.

"Ummm… she's in the break room."

Harvey strode past him.

"Thanks Harry."

He waved lamely, adding, "Actually… it's Harold…"

Harvey rushed into the break room, calling, "Donna! I need your help; I lost –"

He stopped to process to scene in front of him.

Donna was sitting on the couch with Mike in her lap, steadily feeding him cookies. She looked up, surprised.

"Harvey? What do you need?"

When he didn't answer, she continued.

"Well, how was the trial? Where's the winner? You didn't leave him there, did you?"

Harvey slowly ran a hand through his hair, relieved that Mike with was her.

"No, I didn't leave him there."

"Then where is he?"

"He's sitting in your lap, Donna."

She blinked and looked at the boy who had sheepishly stopped eating.

"Are-are you sure?"

Harvey rolled his eyes and snatched a cookie out of her frozen hands.

"Yes, Donna, I'm positive. And why are you feeding him?"

Donna grabbed the cookie back, huffing, "I thought he was one of the partners' kids. He was staring at the cookie jar, but he couldn't reach, so I grabbed him a few."

Mike mumbled something while sneaking yet another cookie into his pocket.

"What was that?"

He swallowed. "Thank you for the cookies."

Donna ruffled his hair, smiling. "No problem, sweetie. Now what was this about Mike winning the trial?"

Harvey grinned and sat next to them. "Oh, this kid whupped the other guy's ass, and he wasn't even the one presenting! By the way," Harvey questioned curiously, "why weren't you presenting the case yourself?"

Mike blushed furiously. "My teacher said I wasn't loud enough; she said I had to find some other way to present my information, so I asked Trevor to talk for me. Besides, he got extra credit out of it, so everyone was happy."

"Huh."

Donna just looked at Mike, a small smile on her face.

"Do I sense a bit of pride coming from you?"

Harvey rolled his eyes. What was with everyone today?

"No, it was just nice to see that cocky teen get his ass handed to him on a silver platter."

Donna gave him a knowing look as she lifted Mike off of her lap and onto the floor.

"Well, I've got to get back to work; you have three cases where clients are specifically requesting you, so don't take too long."

She walked out of the room. Mike looked up at Harvey.

"She's nice. I like her. Will your assistant be that nice?"

Harvey got up and waved for Mike to follow him.

"Here, I'll introduce you."

They walked down the hall and stopped in front of a relatively roomy glass office. The door welcomed all visitors:

Harvey Specter. Senior Associate.

Mike tugged on his sleeve.

"Is this your office?"

Harvey nodded and turned Mike to look at the desk directly behind him. "And that's my assistant."

Mike was pleasantly surprised to see Donna – the cookie lady – sitting there taking calls.

Seeing Mike with Donna at her desk reminded Harvey of the car seat.

"Oh, Donna, there's something I need you to do…"

"I've already ordered the car seat, and I sent one of the associates out to get Mike plenty of snacks. I specified Goldfish, they're his favorite. Also, we'll be moving a smaller desk in for him to do his homework at."

Mike stared in awe. "How…"

She smirked. "I'm Donna, sweetie. I know everything."

He gave her a skeptical look.

"Everything? What's my favorite color?"

Donna gave him a once-over.

"Blue."

Mike's eyes widen in disbelief. Donna grinned.

"Honey, that's all you're wearing."

Harvey looked down and realized she was right; even dressed up, he was wearing denim jeans, a light blue shirt, a striped blue tie, and a navy blue jacket.

"She's right, kid, it is pretty obvious."

Mike looked over his attire and blushed.

At that moment, Harold walked in with a fishbowl and fish food.

"Here, Donna, I went as fast as I could, but the nearest pet shop is pretty far away…"

He trailed off when he noticed the three of them staring strangely at him. "What?"

"Harold… I meant goldfish the snack, not the fish."

Mike gasped.

"You bought a fish?! What's its name? Can we keep it?"

Harvey groaned. Now the kid wants a fish?

This was going to be a long month.

Oh, and there's a reference to The West Wing in here. Care to find it? J