Obviously the last one was a little short-arse, so here is my apology :) And if I haven't said a thousand times - I seriously love all you guys :D :D
Rachel sidled up to Mike one boring morning in the office. "Mike," she started seriously, knowing she was being watched by all of the associates.
Mike pulled his headphones out of his ears and looked up at her, a small, goofy smile on his face. "Rachel," he beamed at her.
"Everyone's a bit curious as to why..." she was never one to beat around the bush, and so she plunged right in, "why you and Harvey keep leaving each other notes all the time."
Mike frowned, his forehead wrinkling slightly as he sat back in thought. He could see Kyle and Devon pretending to read files and glancing in his direction. "What's wrong with leaving notes? If he's not there and I need to tell him something he almost never answers his phone. Usually it's important stuff about a case."
"What about that note I saw you taking off the bike railings yesterday?" Rachel pushed.
"Reminded me that I needed to gather the files for that court case we had," Mike told her. "My phone's been playing up and he knew that I wouldn't see Donna before getting to my cubicle..."
- - - Yesterday - - -
Mike walked past the bike railings and, as he did every morning since his bike was stolen, threw it a wistful glance. He missed his bike. He loved having a bike. He really needed a new one. He did a double take as he looked again and saw that there was a note sellotaped to the bike rack.
It's just sad seeing you looking at this stupid thing like it just broke up with you. Get over it, kid.
P.S. For God's sakes check your phone - you know how many times I've tried to call/text? This note-writing is getting all too regular; it's as if you're scared to actually talk to me.
Mike snorted and pulled the note off the bike rack, crumpling it up and throwing it in the bin.
- - - Now - - -
"Well, what about that one we saw you leave in his office?" Rachel pressed. "Maybe at lunchtime yesterday."
"Have you been spying on me?" He asked her, half seriously.
"I just don't get why you keep giving each other letters!" She gave up, throwing her hands in the air in frustration. "Why can't you just go talk to him?"
"Hey, I stole all of his post-its - I might as well use them."
"Mike - can I have a word?" Mike groaned as he heard Louis say these words to him. He pushed himself off his desk and walked over to Louis' office. He stopped in his tracks. Louis had a collection of notes scattered all over his desk. Some were bright yellow, some white and Mike thought he could see some red ones mixed in there as well.
"You know what these are?" Louis asked rhetorically. "These are proof that you clearly don't have enough work to do. Passing notes around the office clearly shows that you are in want of more work. Am I right?"
"Uh, actually..." Mike started; not really sure how to get out of this without being given extra work.
"Mike," Louis said, holding up a hand to silence him. "I know working with Harvey isn't easy - and if you feel intimidated, or unable to go to him for help; then you can come see me. These notes," he cast his hand over them, "need to stop. Got it?"
Mike hastily nodded, standing up and making sure Louis was with okay with him leaving before hastily stepping out of the door.
"I've got those files you wanted," Mike said to Harvey, walking into his office.
"I didn't want any," Harvey replied, looking perplexed. He was even more confused when Mike tipped him a wink and left again. Looking down at the file he opened it and saw it was an old case file they had about a month ago. Confused and slightly concerned about his associate's behaviour, he stood up to go kill Mike, before noticing that something fell out of the file.
We're being watched.
Louis told me to stop leaving you notes - it's not as if it's disrupting work, right? Is it? Do you secretly get really annoyed if I send notes? You do it too! And he said something about you being too intimidating to talk to, and he should give me extra work... :S But sometimes I need to send notes. That and the fact that I stole your post-its. What's the point of theft if you can't use said stolen item?
Harvey shook his head as he read through the note again. Now he was really confused. Mike's train of thought wasn't all that easy to follow on the best of days but somehow Harvey was one of the people who 'got it'. He understood what Mike was talking about, but was at the same time at a loss as to the need to write him a secret note explaining they weren't allowed to write notes.
He then gave a small smile.
Just call him Bond.
"Mike, Donna's been complaining that I don't feed you enough," Harvey slung casually into the air, as he sauntered down the row of cubicles. "She made me promise to give you this."
It was a bag from an upmarket sandwich shop and; if Mike's nose was on the ball today, smelt very much like spicy meatballs and cheese. Also it was warm to the touch. "Wow," he stuttered, looking down at the bag in his hands. "I don't know what to say."
"Preferably nothing," Harvey told him sternly, before quickly walking away again.
Mike quirked an eyebrow, wondering why Donna was suddenly being so nice to him, but opened the bag and felt like - if you could buy small parts of heaven and package them in edible wrappers, it would smell something like this. The other associates shot him jealous glances, having to make do with the hotdog stand outside. He grinned slightly and pulled the wrapper off the sandwich, placing down on his desk to eat over in case anything slipped out of the bread.
The sandwich was soon demolished, and Mike was thinking very seriously about engagement rings and what size Donna would take when he noticed an odd pattern on the wrapper. He picked it up and saw that someone had written on it with an ink pen. At first he thought it was just a big, black marker, but looking closer he realised it had been a proper ink pen, like a fountain pen.
Are we now doing secret notes? Is that what this is? Because good luck topping this one. I would have been a better Bond than Connery.
That was it. No other message, just a small note to say that Harvey could be a better spy than him. Well he'd show him.
Harvey pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration after a particularly troubling day. Not only had he nearly had a client cancel on him and nearly fire the company, Donna's incredible constitution had given up and she was off with flu. Now he had to deal with all the paperwork himself. He had roped Mike into doing most of it, but finally sent him home when the kid fell asleep mid-sentence.
He was planning on leaving soon; he didn't really want to stay any longer than necessary, but he had just a few more papers to check over. Feeling his eyes closing, he shook his head and stood up. He was no rookie associate, he could easily stay awake in the office if he had been awake for more than two days and done nothing but paperwork.
His eyes glazing over again, Harvey decided to put one of his records on. That should keep him awake for a while.
He ran his fingers along his vast collection before finally settling on one of his favourites - it was just a music piece, no lyrics, but it was good for keeping awake.
As he pulled the record out a piece of paper fell out with it. Curious, Harvey picked it up.
All work and no play makes Harvey's associate a tired boy. And, I'm assuming, Harvey himself. Please go home and sleep. If you're sending me it's only fair that I can send you. I don't want to be faced with a cranky boss tomorrow.
Stunned, Harvey crushed it up in his palms before thinking hard. Mike couldn't have known when Harvey would send him home, and he certainly wouldn't know which record Harvey would choose. A smile crinkled to the bottom of his eyes as he thought about this. Clearly Mike was a more worthy opponent than he thought.
After finding out that yet again he had no money for a taxi, Mike set off to work on his own two feet. It took about half an hour on a good day, but today clearly wasn't one of those days. It was icy and cold, and the hoodie he had wrapped around him was doing little to shield him from the weather. He was constantly checking his watch to make sure he wasn't going to be late, and adjusting the strap of his bag to make sure it wouldn't slip. He also found that his full attention needed to be on the pavement, as his feet were constantly going out from underneath him.
"Screw this," he muttered. He was close to Pearson Hardman, but decided to sit on a bench that he often sat at on breaks in the park. Well - he never had that much time, but when he did have breaks, this was where he would sit. However, when he sat down he saw a scrap of paper attached to the bench. "The hell...?" He muttered, ripping it off.
In London, April's a spring month.
Utterly perturbed, Mike glanced around. He recognised the writing, of course he did, but the words...
He paused and then realised. He gave a little chuckle and turned the paper over, scribbling something on the back.
Harvey didn't glance up when Donna walked in with some paperwork and a cup of coffee, and if he had, he would have noticed Mike strolling past his office with a trying-to-be-innocent face. He took a sip and sighed; only Donna could make his coffee exactly how he wanted. Maybe he should just marry her. Although he would be murdered if she found out that the marriage would be for purely traditional house wife reasons.
He put the cup back on his desk and frowned. Something was wrong about it. He wasn't sure what, but something was amiss. His cup felt heavier than normal. He glanced in and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Shrugging, he had a few more gulps, before placing it back down and going back to his work.
He thought nothing more of it until he finished the cup and put it down. And then he stared. A protective plastic layer had been put at the bottom of the cup with a white note underneath it. He knew it wasn't from Donna, and the only reason he spotted it was because of the drops of coffee on it. Otherwise it looked like the bottom of the cup. He reached in and yanked it out.
In London, April's a spring month.
That was his note... He turned it over and bit his lip to stop from laughing.
Ah, but the geese fly north in the winter.
Okay, so I don't know what actually comes after that, but I got the gist. See - I'm 'getting it'. And I totally win. Best Spy Award goes to Mike Ross, thank you very much :) P.S. You can only be one awesome person. If you're Captain Kirk that means I get to be Bond.
Harvey snorted. He'd used a quote from a Bond film, and the kids had clearly gotten that. What he liked was that Mike hadn't actually asked how he had known that the younger man would sit down on that particular bench.
He quite liked hero-worship.
So this one kinda got away from me XD It was originally people seeing the notes, asking Mike what they were about and him basically lying - like to Rachel in the first paragraph, but then I saw the last episode and was like, BOND! So, yeah XD Anyways - hope you enjoyed, I shall hopefully see you all soon in the next chapter :)
