A/N: Wow, I read that last chapter before starting this, and man... I am so sorry for those god awful typos! I am ashamed.

"I can't believe you actually walked out on Harvey." Kyle laughed from his spot in front of Mike's cubicle. "But you know, great for me! Maybe he'll actually get an associate this time, and not just... well... you." He winked, waiting for Mike to come back and hit him with some wise crack or another. But he didn't. Because Kyle was right. "What's the matter, Mikey? Harvey realize you're not good enough? Is that why you quit? Or did he fire you and they're letting you keep your pride." He smirked, still waiting for a response. When it was apparent that he wasn't getting one, Kyle simply laughed and stalked off, leaving Mike to Louis' work.

"You know, you're a real piece of work."

Mike groaned, dropping his pen and running his hands through his hair. "Donna, please, I-"

"No, shut up." She snapped, shutting him up quite effectively. "How could you?"

"You don't understand-"

"Oh I understand just enough." She scowled. "How could you do this to him? After all he's done for you?"

"Donna, it's not like that."

"Oh really? Then what's it like?"

"Donna!" He didn't mean to yell, or to stand up so quickly, or to slam his hands down onto the desk. If it was any consolation to Donna's absolutely furious glare, the rest of the room seemed to have gone into shock and were staring at him with gaping mouths. "Please." He whispered, not breaking eye contact, pleading her silently to understand. But he knew she wouldn't.

He was right. "You don't deserve him." She shook her head, disappointed. "You don't deserve any of this." She turned on her heel then and left.

More frustrated now than he'd ever been in his entire life, Mike slammed his papers and folders roughly into his bag, not caring if they got scrunched and folded as he did. Louis could deal. He was going home early and no one was going to stop him. What were they going to do, fire him? Be my guest. He thought bitterly.

The second he made it through the door of his apartment, he was lighting up. The coffee cart guy had been his first and only stop on his way home, and now he was chasing the high that could release some of the stress he felt eating away at him. He felt relief immediately and blew out his first puff with a sigh, sinking down onto the couch.

You know what? Fuck Louis. He made a grab for his cell phone with the decision to call Harvey, to tell him everything that happened. It was on the first ring that he remembered that there was no way in hell that he could do that. If he told Harvey what Louis had done... No. Harvey couldn't know. If Harvey knew, he'd be right back in the same boat of Harvey hating him. Or maybe, instead of hating him, Harvey would just pity him. And that was much worse. But then again, he wouldn't have hurt Harvey. Harvey wouldn't have to be so angry with him... He groaned, slumping over onto the couch and inhaling as much as he could of what was left of the joint. When it was finished, he grabbed another one, and sucked hard while the lighter burned the end. He coughed slightly, but rolled onto his back feeling better than he had in days.

It was probably the weed, but at some point, he decided to call Harvey again, and this time he let it finish ringing. He didn't know what he was going to say, what could he say? He pondered nervously at this while it rung, and took another drag of the bitter plant. When Harvey's voicemail came on, he cursed and hung up, dropping his phone back onto the coffee table with a thud.

What was he thinking, anyway? Even if Harvey had picked up, would he really have told him? He was also high. He should probably wait until he was ... less high ... before he even tried to speak to the man.

He sighed. When had his life gotten so complicated? Oh right. Since Harvey had appeared in it.

Shaking his head, he realized that he was completely wrecked. He was so in love it hurt. Or maybe it just hurt because Harvey hated him so much. It didn't matter. He needed to make things right, even if it sucked for him in the end. It would suck either way, right? He picked up the phone again, waiting until he was on his third smoke to write out his text. I'm so sorry, Harvey. Louis blackmailed me. I should have told you. Please call me. He stared at the screen for a moment before erasing what he'd written. He was too high to have that conversation. He knew that as soon as the words 'Louis' and 'blackmail' showed up, the man would call him immediately. Please, please, please, forgive me. I can explain everything, just not now. No, that wouldn't do either. Harvey would probably discard that and block his number. He groaned and dug the heel of his hand into his forehead, thanking the powers that be for weed and its anti-headache capabilities. Finally, he settled on, I'm sorry. He pushed send, and dropped back onto the couch with his arm over his eyes.

SUITS

"Louis," Jessica smiled pleasantly as she walked into the lawyer's office. He smiled and gestured for her to sit.

"Jessica, how can I help you on this fine day?" He smiled broadly, still rejoicing over his new associate. He'd really scored big.

"Louis, I just wanted to follow up with you about Michael Ross." She folded her hands in her lap and leaned back, waiting expectantly.

"Oh, yeah, things are great. Kid's a real smart one."

"I meant,"

"Him and Harvey, I know."

Jessica waited.

"The kid needs a mentor, Jessica." He shrugged. "Harvey barely gives him the time of day. I mentor all of the associates. I could be good for him."

Jessica was suspicious, and it showed in her eyes, but she nodded nonetheless. Whether those were the man's intentions or not, it was true.

SUITS

Mike was scowling at his now empty bag of weed when there was a knock on the door. Panicked, throwing the paraphernalia into whatever hiding spot he could find – of course they were ridiculous places because he had never been so damn high in his life – and ran to answer the door, not realizing he could have easily just pretended to not be home. He swung the door open quickly and his eyes widened when he saw who was standing on the other side. Oh shit.

A/N: Oh no! Who is it? What do they want? What do you think?!