A/N: Here's the next chapter. Woo, I was writing all day!

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He was at Pearson Hardman, ready to take Harvey and Donna to lunch. He was smiling as he stepped off the elevator, going to the office, but he stopped short. There were police and people standing around. Some were crying. He found Donna. Tears were flowing like rivers from her eyes.

"Donna, what happened? What's going on?" He took her hands. "Where's Harvey?"

She jerked away from him and slapped him. "You killed him, Mike! You joined the CIA and you killed him! Murderer!"

Mike was stunned. Confused. He turned towards the office door and saw it. There was blood all over the windows. He pushed his way through and let out a long whine as he saw what was there. Harvey's mutilated body. He shook his head, not believing this. He'd seen this work before.

"Heinman." He gasped. There was his old partner, suddenly, glancing down at his own work with a smile.

"Pretty, ain't it, Rossy?"

Mike snapped and threw a punch, but he was too slow and was stopped, a big hand wrapping around his fist. Randy smiled as he twisted it around. Mike yelled out. There was a gunshot and he stumbled back, grasping at his leg with his good hand. The bullet nicked an artery. He bit his lip, ignoring the pain and unclipped his gun and cocked it with his hurting hand and took a shot at his partner. It was a solid hit to the chest. Mike thought he had killed the man. But when they went back, there was no body.

Mike watched as the scene transformed from Harvey's office to rooftops in Tuscany where Mike had somehow fell off one and dislocated his shoulder. He lay there, in the dark, for a really long time. The pain was too much. He wanted to die. He was. He did.

•••SUITS•••

Mike woke up, gasping for breath and hands squeezing at his bullet wound. The pain was incredible, making him vulnerable. He wanted to cry if he could just remember how.

Once the pain subsided, a half hour later, Mike got out of bed after making sure Harvey was still asleep, and limped to the shower. He stayed in for a while, letting the hot water soothe him. A phone ringing distracted him though, and he rushed to get out.

He ran into the bedroom. Not his phone. He found Harvey's pants and dug through the pockets. He looked at the screen. Donna? At six in the morning? He answered it.

"Harvey Specter's phone. The beast is dead to the world right now, but I'll be happy to talk to the beautiful goddess if she'd be willing to deal with me."

"Well isn't this a surprise. He actually went to see you last night? Is he okay? Did you guys make dirty, hot, three years in the waiting make up sex?" She sounded so excited.

Mike laughed. "I wouldn't call it dirty, but it was pretty hot. Did you know that Harvey is very... Loud, while having sex? My ears are still ringing, but in a good way."

Donna hummed. "That's very good to know. You can fill me in on the rest of the details later, though. I need to talk to the bossman. He has court at eight and all his files are still at the office."

Mike sighed. "I don't want to wake him up yet. How about I feed and bathe him when he wakes up and you bring those files and a fresh suit for him when you get a chance? Then I'll make sure he gets to school on time."

Donna snorted. "Okay, honey. And later, when we have time, I have to tell you about this boy Junior is in love with. I only slightly approve."

Mike smiled. "Don't worry. I'll take care of that and change your mind. See you soon, Donna." He hung up and put Harvey's phone on the dresser.

•••SUITS•••

Harvey woke up with a terrible headache. He groaned and curled up, ass aching a bit. But that was in a good way. He found himself wondering what he did last night. Or more like whom.

He reached out in the bed, feeling for a body, but found nothing. Oh well. At least he didn't have to tell them to get out. He pulled his arm back and hugged one of his pillows.

Wait... This wasn't his pillow. His eyes flew open and it was, thankfully, dark in the room. His memory started flowing back to him.

"Mike!" He shot up in bed, head pounding. A dim light came on a second later.

"Hello, sleepy head. Pain relief and coffee here for you. And there's breakfast in the other room." He watched, stunned, as Mike walked up to him and handed him a beautiful cup of coffee and some dreamily looking Advil. But neither was as beautiful or dreamy as Mike.

He was dressed in a black Henley with a blue t-shirt underneath and very well fitting dark jeans. His mouth watered.

Mike turned away as Harvey took the coffee and pills. "Go ahead and shower. There's a razor on the counter so you can shave. And I have a suit for you." He turned back to look at Harvey. "You don't have very long, so I suggest you hurry." He then walked back out the room.

Harvey sighed and placed the coffee to the side after taking a big gulp. He got out of bed and searched for his phone. It wasn't in his pants. Wait. Where were his pants? There was nothing in the room, but a messy bed and Harvey. He shook his head and went into the bathroom. Sitting on the counter was a bag of his toiletries. Well at least his hair wouldn't be so bad looking anymore. He grabbed his shampoo, conditioner and body wash and got to work.

He didn't even try to question how Mike had gotten all his stuff.

•••SUITS•••

Mike heard the shower turn on so he hung Harvey's suit up next to the bedroom door. He was eating breakfast and reading the specs he had abandoned last night when there was another knock at the door.

"No need for the gun, Rossy! It's me!" Mike let out a breath as he walked over to the door and let his boss in. She looked impeccable as always. Blue blouse, black blazer, and black dress pants that fit long legs perfectly. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail and she had on those silly nerd glasses today.

He smiled at her. "Hey, Tia." He gave her a quick hug then closed and locked the door. She held up a case.

"Got a gift for you." Mike's eyes lit up and he took the case from her and sat it on the table. He opened it up and saw the most beautiful sniper rifle he'd ever seen. He picked it up and assembled it, practically purring the entire time.

"Oh, you shouldn't have." He stroked it like it was a cat.

Tia laughed. "Calm down, Rossy. No need to get a hard on for a gun. It can fuck you back, but I don't think you'll like it. You read those specs I sent?"

He sighed and broke down the gun. "I try, but keep getting interrupted. Why are you in New York?"

She smiled and moved over to the table, peeking at breakfast. "I can't come see how one of my best agents is doing on his vacation?"

Mike narrowed his eyes. "No. You don't think I can handle Heinman. Look, Tia, I don't know how he's still alive, but I know I shot him in the chest. I saw the blood. He's weak. If he becomes more of a problem then it shouldn't be hard to handle him. If you think otherwise then get someone on finding him. You didn't have to come here yourself." He poured her a cup of coffee. "Go back home."

She pursed her lips at him. "I can't do that, Michael." She took a sip of the coffee and sat at the table. "I've been assigned, personally, to your protection. Higher ups don't want to lose their best and of course I would be the only one who you would keep close enough to protect you. Come on, Rossy. I don't want to lose you either." She touched his shoulder.

"You know that you're implying that I can't take care of myself, right?" He closed his eyes and rubbed them. "This was supposed to be relaxing, Tia. None of this was supposed to happen." She squeezed his shoulder.

"Things don't always go as planned. Now, lets go over these specs before your boyfriend gets out of the bathroom." Mike looked at her asking how she knew and she just raised a brow.

"Too late," he mumbled as he watched the bedroom door open and Harvey step out with just a towel around his waist. He smiled. Damn, Harvey was sexy with all that water dripping down his body. He turned in time to see Tia's composure snap, but she schooled herself a second later.

"Mike, where's my suit? And what time is it? I have to be in court at eight- Oh. Hi." Harvey finally realized someone was in the room with Mike. He looked at Tia for a second before looking to Mike for explanation.

Mike stood. "Don't worry, Harvey. You have a little bit of time. This is my friend, Tia Scott. She's just visiting me." He walked over and pulled Harvey's suit off the door. "Get dressed then come eat breakfast." Mike gave him a quick kiss.

"Nice meeting you," Harvey said before going back into the bedroom to do as Mike said. He could curse himself for being so damn obedient later. Mike chuckled and went back to the table.

"Holy shit. He is one fine son of a bitch. He got a brother?" Tia whispered.

"Yes, but I've never met him, so I can't approve of anything for you. Now, those specs... Why do we want a random member of a drug cartel dead? He doesn't seem like a big bug."

Tia sat back in her chair. "He isn't, but he's about to be. Selling to the Russians didn't seem like anything big for him, but the money doesn't match the product he's selling." She continued with a lot of 'that's classifieds' and explained everything to Mike. It was sad to admit that he wasn't questioning why he had to kill a man instead of bring him in.

But that wasn't his job. Tia finished up just as Harvey came out of the bedroom without his suit jacket and came over, with his coffee, to sit and eat breakfast. Mike poured him some orange juice as Tia asked how Harvey knew Mike. Even though she already knew.

"He used to work for me three years ago. Was my associate at the firm I work for." Tia smiled at him.

"So you're Harvey Specter. Mike talked a lot about you when I first met him. Used to talk about how he was getting the 'Harvey Specter attitude'. I thought it was cute." She stole Mike's toast.

"You're CIA too?" Harvey asked, sipping his juice. Tia gave Mike a look before answering.

"As much as I disapprove of Mike letting you know, yes, I am CIA. I'm Michael's boss."

Mike glared at her. "It's Louis's fault, like I told you! I really wasn't going to tell him. Too much risk. You taught me that." She shook her head.

"That doesn't mean anything, Michael. He knows. That's what matters. What happens if you're compromised deeper and they go after him? What are you going to do then?" She gave him a pointed look.

"I can take care of myself," Harvey said at the same time Mike said, "I'll keep him safe."

They looked at each other. Mike sighed.

"Hurry with you're breakfast. I promised Donna I'd get you to court on time." He handed over Harvey's personal effects. The man went straight for his phone and found that some texts were deleted and that there was an extra number in his contacts. Mike's.

"You went through my phone?" He automatically went into his audio files and saw the one of Mike's voice recording was gone. "How? Why?"

Mike stood and loaded his plates on a tray. "Fairly easy and because I had to." He moved over to go put some shoes and socks on.

Tia rolled his eyes. "As cold hearted as that sounded, it's the truth. He's really good at breaking into phones and he had to to keep you both safe. Not like it's going to make a big difference though." She started doing something on Mike's computer.

Harvey rubbed his eyes. "Why are you here?" He gave her a look. "I thought Mike was on vacation?"

Tia didn't look away from the screen. "I asked Mike to do me a favor while he was here. Don't worry. It only takes one night." Mike rolled his eyes from across the room. He went to retrieve Harvey's jackets and his own.

"Come on, Mr. Specter. Time to go." Harvey glared, but put on his suit jacket and then his coat.

"I have to-" Mike picked up a briefcase and handed it to Harvey.

"That's yours. And your files are in it. I found something for you. You can check it out on the way to the courthouse. Tia?" He looked to his boss. She closed his computer and put it away.

"Yes. I'm gonna go set up for you. Have fun. See you at six." She left with the sniper rifle.

Harvey looked in his briefcase to make sure he had everything. "She's nice. And don't worry, I can take a taxi." He moved to leave, but Mike grabbed his keys and his key card.

"Nope. I'm driving you. We can chat about that recording you had on your phone." He took Harvey's hand in the hallway as they left. Harvey was blushing. It was adorable and concerning. "Or we don't have to…"

•••SUITS•••

Mike didn't drive like Harvey was expecting a spy would drive. They did make a lot of circles, but other than that, Mike obeyed all the traffic laws. He didn't speed up or make any illegal U-turns. But then again, they were just going to court.

Not in a car chase.

"Better than riding a bike?" Harvey teased as he read through the files.

"Not really, but it's needed." Mike sat up straighter in his seat and looked over his shoulder. He got over into the far lane to turn right. "This traffic is insufferable, but I'm in a rental, so I can't do anything drastic."

Harvey perked up. "Oh I knew all spies drove crazy! I'll pay for the rental, just please give me a little excitement this morning."

Mike cocked a brow at him. "Last night wasn't exciting enough?" He shook his head. "I know the bed is vanilla, but you sure weren't complaining about it."

Harvey sighed and looked out the window. "I was very drunk last night."

Mike let out a humorless laugh. "There you go with that again. It's insulting to know that you'd only sleep with me if you were drunk, Harvey."

Harvey glared at him. "I didn't say that, Mike! Stop putting words in my mouth." He grumbled, putting the files away. But then he was very confused. Because Mike was smiling.

"Is it just me, or are you so much easier to get going with the emotions? I hope you're not like that court today." Mike was laughing at him!

"You ass," Harvey mumbled. "I'll tell Donna that you're fucking with my emotions."

"First of all, I'm not scared of Donna. Secondly, are you admitting to having emotions?" Mike looked over at him.

"Well, first off, you're gonna eat your words. And secondly, I told you I love you, didn't I?" He looked out the window.

Mike smiled softly. "I don't remember. Maybe you should tell me again." Harvey smiled, but kept looking out the window.

"We're here. Thanks for driving me." He got out the car. Mike narrowed his eyes at him. Harvey turned back and bent through the door. "Go park the car, Mike. Come be my second chair."

"Okay," Mike agreed without thought. He waited for Harvey to close the door. But he didn't. He leaned back into the car really quick to kiss Mike.

"I love you," he whispered. It may have been three words, but he was definitely saying more.

Mike blinked. "I love you too, Harvey. I'll see you inside." Harvey finally got out the car and closed the door. He hesitated for a second before going inside.

•••SUITS•••

Mike had dropped Harvey off at the office after court.

"Where are you going?" Harvey asked as Mike walked him to the elevators.

Mike looked thoughtful for a second. "That favor for Tia. I'm going to Maine and won't be back until late." He pushed the button for Harvey. "I'll see you tomorrow though. Maybe."

"Maybe?" Harvey asked. "You're not leaving, are you?"

Mike shook his head. "No, Harvey. It's just that favors for Tia normally means paperwork afterwards. And lots of it. I may be too busy." He slipped his hands into his pockets.

Harvey smiled. "You can just do it all here." Before Mike could turn him down, Harvey leaned in and kissed him. "See you tomorrow," he said against Mike's lips. A throat was cleared and they pulled away from each other.

"Louis." Mike smiled at Harvey's fake-excited tone. "Good morning. How's your wife? She left me last night feeling good, just wanted to know if you killed that mood."

Mike shook his head and Louis scowled. "That would be funny, Harvey, if I had a wife and if you weren't just shoving your tongue down Mr. Ross's throat."

Harvey rolled his eyes and started to step into the elevator that was waiting, but Mike grabbed his arm.

"That? That was nothing, Louis. Now this?" He pulled Harvey close and buried his fingers in dark hair, lips crushing together. Harvey even dropped his briefcase as their tongues battled and a moan came from one of them. Mike was the first to pull away. He licked his lips. "That was something, Louis." He turned and walked away. Louis was beet red and Harvey was a little weak in the knees as he grabbed his briefcase and they got on the elevator together. Mike smiled.

He did love to put on a show.

•••SUITS•••

Mike's drive was very uneventful, but the destination and the task ended up being quite exciting. And that was all thanks to Harvey.

Tia had set him up and told him where the target was. He was in a building about two blocks over, laid on a table with his sniper rifle, set up and ready to kill, pointed out the open window.

"So, you're good right? Because I've got some people I've got to see while I'm here." Tia asked, checking her phone. Mike rolled his eyes and went back to assessing his environment. Wind speed and direction. Distance. Target. Everything was fine for now.

"Yes, Boss, you can leave now. I've got this."

She slapped his leg. "Alright, Rossy. Don't fuck anything up." She turned to leave. Mike adjusted his scope.

"Why would I do that?" All he got was a door shutting as a reply. He sighed. Now he just had to wait. He put in his headphones and listened to some rock to keep his mind sharp. He grumbled when the music paused because his phone was ringing. He clicked the button on his headphone to answer.

"I still haven't fucked up anything, Tia. You don't have to call every five minutes." He watched the entrance of the building, waiting for his target.

"Well, I don't know what to say to that."

Mike blinked. Oh. "Harvey. Sorry, I didn't check my caller ID. I assumed Tia because she likes to fuck with me. Is something wrong? It's only been eight hours."

He listened through the headphones and could hear a chair creak as someone sat back in it.

"Well, I'm here at the office with the blinds down and I'm bored out of my mind. So, I called to see if you had time during this favor to talk." Mike smiled and sat back from his scope.

"Now what would you, Harvey Specter, want to talk with me about with the blinds down in your office?" He listened to more movement over the phone before Harvey replied.

"I guess there are many things we could talk about. Like that kiss in front of Louis this morning." Mike closed his eyes to the sound of Harvey's voice. His body tingled as he remembered the kiss.

"Oh that? That wasn't too special. Just something to mess with Louis with. He hasn't been bugging you, has he? I know some people who could take care of that. I'll give them a call. Just say the word." He looked back through the scope.

Harvey chuckled. "No, Mike. I know how to handle Louis. I was thinking more about how we could continue it when you get back to Manhattan. Say, here in my office?" Mike smiled.

"Is that right? How exactly would you continue it, Harvey?" He could practically hear the man's smile on the other end of the phone.

"Well, I would definitely take the control this time. Maybe lay you out on my couch and strip you out of that tasty looking outfit you were wearing today. By the way, do you always have a suit in your car to change into?"

Mike laughed. "I always come prepared for anything, Harvey. Like you, last night, with lube and condoms."

"It's always good to think ahead. But, let me get back to what I would do to you in my office-"

"Remember that I don't make love on couches, Harvey. Too many things can be hidden in cushions." He could hear Harvey's eyes roll.

"Well then, I would strip you on my couch and we could make our way to my desk." His voice was low.

"Just a couple problems." Mike interrupted.

Harvey sighed. "And what are those, Mike?"

"For starters, I'm not that easy. Secondly, you still have your clothes on." Mike didn't sound real focused on Harvey anymore. His target had showed up. Just a little bit more waiting.

"You're being picky, Mike. Maybe I want to fuck you with my suit still on. Now shut up and listen." This got Mike's attention.

"Yes, Sir." He focused his scope on the balcony of the floor the target was staying on.

Harvey continued. "Hmm... After I have you on my desk and my hands feel all over that hot body of yours-"

Mike couldn't help himself. He had to interrupt again. "You know what, Harvey? I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to get you to the point. You want to think about me, but I'm going to make this about you. You're going listen and you're going do what I say. Now I want you to take off your suit jacket and loosen your tie. You're gonna get on the intercom and tell Donna that you will not be bothered for the next five minutes. Trust me when I say, that's all the time you're gonna need."

There was a long hesitation, but Mike heard Harvey do as he said.

"What now, hot shot?" Mike smiled and cocked the rifle, shivering as he heard the bullet slide into place.

"Now, Harvey, you're going to undo your pants and push them down to your knees. Boxers too. I want you to smooth those big hands of yours up and down your thighs, squeeze your knees for me, Harvey." He held his breath for a second as he saw someone approach the balcony, but then they moved away. Not yet. He went back to Harvey.

"Spread your legs a little wider, Harvey. Now reach down and touch your balls. Don't squeeze, just touch. Now, I know you've got that lube on you because I put it in your briefcase this morning before we left my hotel. I want you to take it out and put some in one of your hands. Now, I want you to grip yourself at the base, squeeze, and stroke yourself up real slow. Real slow, Harvey." His voice was husky. "Are you doing what I'm telling you, Harvey? I'll be really angry if you aren't."

Harvey's voice was a little weak. "I'm doing what you say."

Mike nodded. "Good. Now I want you stroke yourself, Harvey. Real slow like I said until I tell you otherwise."

Mike watched the balcony, heart rate even and slow and mind focused. Harvey seemed like a much better calming agent than the rock music. Especially when he heard Harvey start moaning.

"That's it, Harvey. Keep going. Don't worry about time, you've got three minutes left." Mike's finger rested on the trigger. The target was getting closer to the doors. "Faster, Harvey. Move your hand faster. Squeeze yourself a little tighter." Harvey's breathing picked up. "You remember anything from last night, Harvey? Like how you told me to fuck you? How you told me that my fingers inside you weren't enough? Can you stroke yourself any faster, Harvey? Are you doing it? Are you close? Imagine it's my hand. Imagine it's my body and we're both naked, moving against each other like we did last night."

Harvey cursed into the phone. There was a thunk, like he dropped it. Into his lap. Oh God, he sounded nice, stroking himself.

"That's right, Harvey. Keep going. Come for me when you want. Watch out for your suit though. You do make quite the mess." Mike licked his lips and his finger tightened on the trigger. He took another deep breath as the doors finally opened and the target stepped out.

"Come on, Harvey." He listened as Harvey's moans cut off for a second and he let out a long groan. Mike didn't blink as he set his aim on the target and pulled the trigger.

Bullet to the head. Mission accomplished.

Mike pulled back and closed the window before breaking down the rifle.

"Clean yourself up, Harvey. I'll see you in eight hours. Six if the traffic is good."

"Fuck," was the reply he got.

Oh yes, there was going to be a lot of that.

A/N: Thank for reading. I hope you guys all really liked this chapter. ;)