A/N: CazB- I'm not quite sure. I lost count. I do like doing it though. Every time I think one up, I think of Gibbs and DiNozzo from NCIS :)

Disclaimer: So, I don't own Suits… Yet. :-}

Working for Harvey Specter was worse than Mike thought it was going to be. The man was insufferable. She kind of wished Jessica had kept her being his bodyguard a secret because he used every opportunity to either make some sexist remark and tell her she wasn't good enough for the job or do something to prevent her from doing it.

She was about ready to tie him to his desk chair and make him stay until she found this Mikhailov guy, but she couldn't do that.

Nothing of significance had happened to Harvey yet. Maybe the Russians found and killed Mikhailov or he was laying low until his target least suspected it. The ex-con was very hard to keep up with. She was using every last resource to get to him. Even paid the judge a late night visit. Nothing.

And to make matters worse, Harvey and Louis were working Mike like a dog. She was the only most competent associate and the only one who could get work done in half the time.

It had been a terrible month. Just absolutely horrible.

And she almost snapped today. Almost. Well, she kind of did. After the incident when she got to the gym that night after leaving work early.

The day had started out with her waking up at the office at the crack of dawn and having to go home for a couple of hours to take care of Sampson and herself. She took a cab back to the office and was a little late because of a traffic jam. Louis gave her some shit about being on time before she could get to any coffee and handed her a stack of briefs to proof so she couldn't. He demanded them on his desk in two hours.

Strike one.

Donna, being the greatest woman ever and a most wonderful best friend, had took pity on her and went out for a coffee run while Harvey was on the phone with one of his clients that liked to talk a lot.

The day improved a little at that point. She'd finished the briefs with twelve minutes to spare and this made a happy Louis. But then he made her sit and listen about how he kicked ass in court yesterday and the entire time she blanked out and imagined bludgeoning him with the picture of the cat on his desk.

Around lunchtime, she was snacking on some granola and kissing ass by getting a head start on a contract that Harvey needed typed up when her computer froze and she had to restart it. That wasn't a problem because of her memory, but when her computer started up again, the thing made a couple of popping noises and smoke came from the monitor. She jumped up, cursing, and unplugged it quickly.

The associates started to laugh. She looked to the heavens for help as she called on IT.

Strike two.

It was a little after lunch and Ben from IT had come and taken her computer away, not even leaving her with a laptop, so Mike now had to handwrite the contract.

She was right in the middle when good 'ol Mr. Specter came striding up.

"You busy?" he asked, leaning over her cubicle wall.

"No, Harvey. I'm just writing that contract by hand that you needed and getting harassed by the other associates. I'm not busy at all." Sarcasm dripped from her voice like battery acid and she kept her head down as she worked.

"Good, smartass," He came around the other side of the desk. "Watch this."

Mike sighed and sat up to see… "Harvey, is that a kid?" He dropped a toddler, a little boy, into her lap and handed her a bag.

"Why yes, Mike. How very insightful of you to realize that this here is a kid." He backed away a little. "It's Norma's and she had to leave him with Donna, but it's distracting her. You are now in charge of it." He smiled at her.

Mike was not amused.

"Why, Harvey? You couldn't let one of the other drones watch him? You realize I have work to do too, right? You'd rather have me distracted than Donna? What is his name anyway?" She looked down to the boy who was looking back and forth between the two of them as they talked.

"Brady? No, Brody. And I can't leave it with any of the drones because Norma wouldn't be happy about that. And lets face it, that woman is frightening. Plus… You're a woman." He shrugged.

Strike three. She's out.

Mike stared at Harvey for a really long time. Some of the associate's heads had popped up when they heard Harvey's remark and the silence that followed. Mike leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes, and composed herself. 'It's not worth it. It's not worth it. It's not worth it…'

Suddenly, she sat up straight and lifted the boy onto her desk and gave him the picture of Sampson to look at as she pulled out her phone and started a new message.

"Pup!" the boy cheered as he looked over the picture.

Harvey frowned at her. "What are you doing?" He stepped forward to look over her shoulder.

She finished off the message then handed the boy her phone to play with before looking back to the contract she was writing. "Well, I thought about it for a second and decided that filing a report with HR wasn't worth it. And neither was shoving my fist down your throat. That one took a little bit more contemplation. So, I did the next best thing. Well… The next worse thing."

He rolled his eyes at her and started walking away. "Just watch the kid, Mike."

"Oh, I will Harvey. Watch your back though. I'm not protecting you from this one." Mike lifted her head and gave him a wave as he stopped and turned to give her a questioning look. She smiled as she saw red come up behind him. You could see the realization dawn on his face just as the hand came up to assault the back of his head.

"Goddamn, Donna!" He spun around to glare at his assistant who had an even more impressive look on her face. Mike smirked as Donna grabbed Harvey by the tie and dragged him away. She made Brody wave bye bye to the dead man.

Later that day at the gym, after a lot of dirty looks and moping from Harvey, she'd taken out her anger on a very unsuspecting sparring partner.

She gave the poor man a break and checked her phone. She'd missed a call from Harvey. He left a voicemail.

"Look… I'm not going to apologize about earlier because Harvey Specter doesn't apologize, but I realize what I said may have sounded offensive. You had fun with the kid though, right? And you got your revenge." There was a long pause and a sigh. "Listen, there's this damn case and there are so many files, but I need to find a loophole in this contract by lunch tomorrow… Come over? I'll order takeout and you can fulfill your bodyguard duties at the same time…" Mike smiled a little. This was the Harvey Specter she hung out with that night at the bar. This was a Harvey Specter she didn't think was too insufferable.

She put her phone away and walked home, showering and dressing in cargo pants and a sweater, pulling her hair back. She grabbed Sampson and one of his toys after calling for a cab. She wasn't leaving him home alone again.

She gave Harvey's address, something she knew from looking at his file, and called for the takeout ahead of time.

When she got there, Sampson looked around with interest as the doorman called to let Harvey know he had a visitor. She walked in with her puppy and held him as she rode the elevator up to the penthouse. She knocked on his door twice before he opened it.

"You look like shit," she mumbled. His eyes were on her puppy.

"What is that?" he asked accusingly. She rolled her eyes.

"He's a dog, Harvey. His name is Sampson. You've seen his picture at my desk." She pushed him aside and he sneered as he closed the door.

"It's not going to mess in my apartment, is it?" He followed cautiously. She put Sampson down and let him sniff.

"No. He may be young, but he knows better. Don't you?" Mike bent and rubbed his back and he wagged his short tail, the toy in her hand more interesting that the leg of coffee table in Harvey's living room. She gave it to him and let him settle under the table to chew on it.

"Now, what did you need help on, Mr. Doesn't Apologize?" Mike followed him into the kitchen where he had files spread out all over the place. Before he could mention anything, there was a knock on the door. "That'll be food," Mike said.

Harvey rolled his eyes and went to pay for their meals. He came back and the smell of Chinese filled the space. Sampson came trotting into the kitchen to investigate.

The rest of the night consisted of theories being tossed back and forth over food. Harvey had snuck some chicken to Sampson, becoming fond of the puppy. Mike scolded them both and shooed the puppy away to play with his toy and she pulled off her sweater, revealing a black tank top over a bright blue bra. This distracted Harvey so he went to get her one of his shirts to put on.

Mike made fun of how he hadn't gotten over that night yet and he just mumbled and went back to the files.

#Suits

It was about midnight when they finally found something. Harvey was on his third cup of Irish coffee and Mike was on her fifth of plain. He had been watching her for a while, not able to look at little black print anymore. She looked tiny in his Harvard t-shirt and cargo pants. Her make up was gone and her hair was pulled back out of her face for once. This upset him a little. He like when those curls rested on her shoulders. It gave her an almost sexy, Goldilocks look. He shook his head. He was thinking crazy.

Harvey watched as she looked over a page in a file, eyes darting over the page in a way that made him wonder if she was even reading it, but then she stopped. He frowned as she picked up another file and flipped through some of the pages then went through one of his law books.

"Oh God. I've found it!" She sounded excited and relieved as she highlighted some things then handed them over to him to look over. He thought maybe it was a false alarm like the last five, but he read it once. Then again. And a third time.

"Holy shit, you did." He smiled and looked at her. "This is really going to work." She smiled and held out her hand for a fist bump, but Harvey couldn't stop himself from jumping the gun and pulling her up against his body as he kissed her. She didn't protest.

But the kiss went from 'yay, victory' to 'holy shit, I need you'.

Harvey lifted Mike onto the counter and stepped between her legs and she wrapped them around his waist. His fingers went into her hair and he smiled when the woman purred. Purred.

He pulled back and forced his shirt off of her then pulled off his own. He growled when her tank top was in the way of him touching her smooth skin. He had been waiting for this for a little over a month now and nothing was going to stop him.

Except maybe the sound of her phone ringing. He smirked as she groaned and pulled out the phone. He trailed his lips down her jaw and neck to her shoulder as she answered it.

"Talk to me." Mike shivered when Harvey nipped at her skin and pushed her tank top up.

"You with that Specter guy right now?" He heard the other person, a man, say through the phone. Mike frowned.

"Yes. How do you know that?" Harvey pulled back a little and looked at her face when she tensed up.

"Doesn't matter. What does is that there is a man in a maintenance uniform coming up there with a tool belt full of shit to come and kidnap the man with. You didn't hear it from me." The line disconnected and Mike cursed. Sampson growled at the door, hearing footsteps in the hallway. Apparently it was too late to go and meet the guy halfway.

Mike tossed Harvey his shirt. "Go to your room. Take Sampson with you. Close and lock the door if you can." He looked like he was about to protest. "Just go, Harvey!" She pushed him and the man hesitated for a second before scooping up the puppy and taking him down the hall.

The puppy struggled to get down and stay with his mommy, so Harvey had to wrap both arms around him to keep him still. He closed and locked the door to his bedroom just as he heard the first signs of a struggle. His phone was back in the living room so he couldn't call for the police. He went into his closet with the puppy and grabbed his baseball bat to use as a weapon. He waited with his back to the door."

The sounds continued until he heard a gunshot. He jumped and heard two thumps like bodies hitting the floor. Concern had him really wanting to go out there and check on Mike, but he just tightened his grip on the bat and stayed put. He just had to hope she was okay.

It was a couple of minutes before anything even happed. Sampson had started whining, but then his ears perked up when there was a faint knock at the door. He tensed.

"It's just me, Harvey. Everything is okay now. They police are on their way." Harvey hesitated as Mike's voice was a little weak. He didn't put his bat down as he opened the door and the woman stumbled into the room. He pulled her into his arms. Her muscles were twitching.

"Are you okay?" His voice was full of concern. He held her, throwing the bat down. Sampson padded over and nuzzled her leg with his nose.

"I'm fine. Getting TASED isn't fun though. I don't suggest it for anyone. I was down for a few minutes before I could call the police. I shot that guy though. He's kind of bleeding on your floor. Sorry. Harvey came out with her to see an unconscious man laid out on his living room floor. There was a very small puddle of blood by his leg.

"You TASED him back?" Harvey asked.

She scoffed. "No. Pussied out at the sight of his own blood." Harvey picked up Sampson when the puppy tried to get too close. He hugged the dog to his chest. Mike frowned.

"Are you okay?" She placed a twitching had on his arm. He nodded slowly.

"Yeah. I'm just a little shaken. Someone tried to kidnap me. Someone came to my home and tried to kidnap me. You got TASED. Oh damn, there's blood on my floor." Harvey freaked out a little and Mike led him over to the kitchen where he couldn't see any of the mess because of the wall that was there. The police came and didn't ask too many questions. They already had a file on Harvey and his thing with Mikhailov because Mike had sent it to them.

The man was taken away on a stretcher and Mike cleaned up the blood the best she could before going back to see Harvey.

"Come on. Lets go back to my place." He didn't question any of it as she went and packed a bag for him and grabbed one of his suits for tomorrow.

#Suits

Mike didn't like silent Harvey. Silent Harvey was freaking out on the inside. Many of her clients had done the same thing after incidents like that, but this was different. This time Mike worried. Harvey had definitely gotten under her skin. She told him to go shower and get ready for bed as she organized their files for tomorrow. After walking Sampson for the night, she texted Donna and told her what happened and asked her friend to rearrange any of Harvey's early meetings.

When she got back into her little townhouse, she found Harvey on her couch flicking through channels on the TV with Sampson curled up at his side.

"You have crap TV," he mumbled as she walked in.

"I don't really watch it. That thing there is just for show." She went into the kitchen and fixed a couple of glasses of brandy. She came back and handed him one. "Drink this, then bedtime. You can have my bed."

He turned off the TV then knocked back the drink. She did the same.

"We're adults. We can sleep in the same bed. It can't be too small." He handed the glass back to her and Mike grinned.

"Why, Mr. Specter, are you asking me to sleep with you?" Her grin got bigger when Harvey shot her a glare. She laughed and went to put the glasses in the sink. "It's okay. I can consent. My couch isn't too comfortable anyway."

Mike led him to her bedroom, which was pretty damn plain. They only thing to get excited about in the room was the bed. King size and memory foam. Her greatest purchase. Told him to get comfortable before going to shower and pull on some pajamas. She normally slept in just her underwear and a tank top, but Harvey was right. They were adults… With the hots for each other.

Mike sighed when she got back into the bedroom and found Harvey just sitting there on the bed like a confused boy.

"Are you hungry?"

He blinked and looked over at her. "A little. Why? It's too late to eat." Mike just smiled and shook her head.

"It's never too late for 'in shock' pancakes." She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the kitchen. She made him sit at her island/bar as she pulled out the ingredients to make the pancakes."

"I'm not in shock. I'm just a little… Surprised. Someone tried to kidnap me… What would a kidnapper want with me?"

Mike started mixing everything. "That was one of my contacts that I had on Mikhailov that called. If you were going to be kidnapped, by what I know on this guy, it would have been to bring you to the ex-con and kill you. Maybe even torture. But don't worry. That's not going to happen. He's slipping up now. I'll have him soon and you can finally take me off contract." She pulled out a pan and some chocolate chips.

Harvey folded his arms over the counter and leaned forward to rest his chin on them. "What if I don't want to terminate your contract? What if I want to keep you on retainer?" He looked at her with those honey brown eyes. She put her hands on her hips.

"Are you for real, Harvey Specter? For a month now, you've been all over my ass about being your female bodyguard and now, because of a attempted kidnapping, you want to keep me on retainer?" He shrugged, biting his lip. Mike narrowed her eyes. "I don't get you… And I don't know if you would want to do that. I don't sleep with clients."

Harvey smirked. "You were about to sleep with me a few minutes ago before you decided I needed pancakes." She rolled her eyes and mixed in the chocolate chips and pouring the batter into the pan.

"That's different and you know it."

His voice got low. "You were on the path to sleeping with me before that whole thing happened." Mike glanced over and saw him looking a little pathetic. She shook her head and finished up a stack of pancakes, putting them on a plate and sprinkling them with powdered sugar. She got the syrup out of the cabinet and passed it to him with a fork.

"Eat up, you big lug." She went and got some milk as he dug in.

"Damn, this is good." He took out the whole stack quick and she made him a little bit more before forcing him to actually sleep this time."

"Goodnight, Harvey." She said from all the way on the other side of the bed. She would not cross the center line. Sampson jumped up on the bed like he wasn't supposed to, but Mike didn't make him leave. He knew about Harvey's anxiety and was acting like an anchor.

"Night, Mike. You know you don't have to sleep at the edge of the bed though. There's plenty of room." Sampson proved him wrong by taking the opportunity to covet the room for himself and stretch out. Harvey laughed. "Never mind."

#Suits

Harvey was very warm when he woke up to the feel of sunshine on his face. He grumbled and tried to kick off blankets, but found there were none. He frowned. Why was it so damn warm then? He blinked awake and was puzzled by what was in his line of vision. Curly blond hair on his outstretched arm. He sat up a little and tried to take in the whole picture.

Mike was pretty much laid underneath Harvey, wrapped in his arms and he had his leg thrown over hers.

He blushed but that explained why he was so warm on his front. He rolled a little bit and caught an eyeful of spread legs and doggy balls. He jerked back, surprised. A short white tail started to wag.

"Get your ass out of my face, Sampson." He pushed at the dog, but fell still when Mike started to stir.

"Get the hell off me, Harvey. You're too damn hot." She reached back and pushed at him with a groan. He was smiling at that until he looked over and saw the time.

"Damn! We're late. Get up!" He scrambled to get up, but the woman just grumbled, sat up and moved to straddle his waist. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back down, looking half asleep.

"I told Donna we were going to be in late. She's pushing your meetings back. Get a couple more hours." She sighed and leaned in to touch her forehead to his. "I need to go walk this damn dog."

Sampson was up and jumping as soon as he heard the word walk. Mike shooed him away as she got off Harvey and moved to put some shoes and socks on.

"I mean it, Harvey. Get some more sleep." She left the room, puppy in tow. Harvey had to take a second to calm himself down. Damn, that woman…

He closed his eyes for a little bit to get some rest, but when he opened them again, Mike was forcing him up and into the kitchen to eat before telling him to go shower and she would call Ray. Sampson whined when they had to leave.

They got to the office and Donna and Jessica were there to play twenty questions. Jessica tried to insist that even though he came in late, he should leave early as well. But Harvey was having none of that. He needed to work… And besides the fact, Mike was there for him.

After his lunch meeting, where he pissed off a lot of people and blew his client's mind, Harvey settled with Mike in his office to look over a new case and hide her from Louis. They were getting pretty into it when Donna chimed in on the intercom about a call on line one. He sighed and picked it up.

"Harvey Specter." He did his best to not sound annoyed.

"Hello, Harvey."

The voice made Harvey blink a few times before a smirk lit up his face. Mike frowned and tilted her head at him in confusion.

"Hello, Scotty."

A/N: Just so you know, I don't like Scotty… AT ALL. There's gonna be some jealous and angry Mike in the next chapter. Uh oh… Oh, and I'm begging for mercy over this sort-of cliffhanger.