A/N: Thank you so much for all the reviews and new follows to this story. I hope the fact that this chapter is longer than the previous ones make up for the long wait. Enjoy!

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Notes: I wrote this based on a prompt over at SuitsMeme.

Chapter 4

*** Harvey ***

Tuesday

Harvey is Dr. Schreiber's last patient for the day. Her office is just as he remembers it from five years ago, he doesn't think she's changed anything at all really. When Harvey enters through the door, she takes her glasses off and stands up. "Harvey. I didn't think I'd ever see you in my office again," she says and walks over to greet him.

He gives her a tired smile. She must sense that he doesn't really want to be there. She gestures for Harvey to take a seat and with a sigh he slowly sits down on the opposite side of the desk.

"I can see you brought your journal with you today," she says and he hands her the hand-bound diary over. To be honest, he had been surprised when Donna had written on the note that he needed to bring the journal to the session. Dr. Schreiber places it carefully on the side of her desk. "So, how can I help you today, Harvey?" she asks.

Harvey starts from the beginning while absentmindedly caressing his bruised knuckles. While he tells her everything he can remember, from the moment Mike knocked on his door, drunk, until now, she asks him questions now and then to clarify some details or encourages him to elaborate on something but she doesn't take any notes. He watches her face go from extremely concerned to slightly relieved when she hears that Mike sent a text message to Donna yesterday morning. Dr. Schreiber tells him that it was a good idea to make an appointment straight away.

"Alright, let's take a look at your journal," she says and puts on her glasses again.

"Okay but there are hardly any entries since our last meeting so I really don't think we'll get anything out of it." He always hated this part of their sessions, always felt exposed when Dr. Schreiber read his personal notes.

"Let me be the judge of that," she says and opens the journal. Harvey watches her flick through the pages until she finds the newer entries and starts to read in silence.

"Oh, Senior Partner," she looks up and smiles."Congratulations".

He doesn't say anything. He knows the next entry is about Mike and he just wants to get this meeting over with.

She looks up from the journal again. "Mike Ross is not just any associate," she says and smiles. "He's your associate. That detail you left out. You selected him from a bunch of candidates."

Harvey shrugs. He doesn't understand what that has to do with anything.

Dr. Schreiber continues to read and then says, "You obviously care about him." She looks up from the journal when she's finished reading. "Harvey, I need to know what triggered this." There is a pause "I want to meet him."

"No!" He sits up straight. "I told you what triggered this. He was drunk. He came to my apartment and-"

"Listen, Harvey. He's not in the hospital. He has not reported you to the police. The situation might not be as bad as you-"

"I said No and that's the end of it," he slams his open palm on her desk. He is not going to bring Mike into this, he's already been through enough.

"Alright, let's move on," she says when he's calmed down. Dr. Schreiber is about to close the diary when she notices something. "Oh, there's more."

Harvey frowns. He could have sworn that there weren't any more entries in the journal.

"Oh my god, Harvey. You haven't seen this yet, have you?" she says and continues to read. "What..." she starts but lets the sentence trail off. Her eyes grow wide.

"What? What is it?" Harvey asks, nearly yelling at her. When he doesn't get a response, he snatches the journal from her hands.

He takes a look at the open journal in his hands, at the pages Dr. Schreiber had just been reading. Instead of Harvey's neat handwriting, the letters on these pages are distorted, written in black ink with splotches everywhere, in a handwriting he only knows too well.

His heart drops and he starts to feel sick. "Oh my god," he whispers after he's read the first paragraph and brings his hand up to cover his mouth. He continues to read.

"Is it...the things he wrote about Mike...are they true?" she asks.

Harvey doesn't answer instead he shakes his head in disbelief. How did he let this happen? And how the hell had Jack found the journal? He had hidden it so well.

Dr. Schreiber looks concerned at him "Jesus, Harvey. What did he do to Mike?"

He feels like he can't breathe, stammers some apologies to Dr. Schreiber and rushes out of her office.

Like the night before he tells his driver to take him to Mike's place. When he arrives and looks up at Mike's apartment, he can see that someone is home. He makes his way up the stairs to the second floor with Mike's messenger bag in his hands. Harvey hasn't really thought about what he wants to say to Mike, he just knows that he needs to see him, wants to see for himself that Mike's still alive. But when the door opens it's not Mike who stands before him, but another young man with dark brown hair. Harvey instantly knows who he is. "Oh, you're not the delivery man," the younger man says.

*** Mike ***

Tuesday

The next day is pretty uneventful. Mike and Trevor spend most of the time on the couch watching movies and eating pizza. Mike gets three new messages from Harvey but at least he's stopped trying to call him. Mike hasn't read any of the messages from the previous day, but decides to open the last one from today. It reads:. Don't worry about work. Take as much time off as you need.

In his peripheral vision he sees Trevor watching him closely as he checks his phone, but he doesn't say anything. Mike ignores the messages and puts the phone back on Trevor's coffee table. Luckily there aren't any further messages from Harvey that day. Trevor gets a few phone calls which end up in heated discussions. Mike doesn't pay attention to what it's about and when he's off the phone, Trevor simply smiles at him. Mike doesn't want to press him about it, it doesn't seem fair when Mike isn't sharing his problems with Trevor either.

Later in the day he tells Trevor that he wants to go home again and Trevor is okay with it as long as he can stay at Mike's place as well. It only seems fair and so Trevor packs a small bag and they head to Mike's apartment later that afternoon. They decide to order Chinese for dinner that night. Mike takes a quick shower before the food arrives and is just putting on fresh clothes when he hears the knocking on the door.

"I'll get it" he hears Trevor shout from the couch. Mike opens the bathroom door just when Trevor answers the front door. "Oh, you're not the delivery guy" he hears Trevor say "Who are you?"

Mike looks towards the front door and his heart drops. Standing in the doorway is Harvey in his perfect 3-piece suit. He looks different though, as if he'd aged 10 years since he saw him last: dark bags under his eyes, his face pale and sweaty. He hasn't noticed Mike yet. "Harvey Specter. I'm Mike's boss" he says looking Trevor up and down then lifting Mike's messenger bag up "he forgot his bag a few days ago" Harvey adds then frowns "Who are you?"

"Oh" Trevor relaxes "I'm Mike's friend, Trevor" he says "He's just in the shower" looks over his shoulder and sees Mike standing there in the bathroom, frozen like a statue "Mike, your boss is here" Trevor realizes that something is wrong and looks back at Harvey and in that moment notices his bruised knuckles and puts two and two together. "It's you! You did this to him!" he says angrily and hauls himself at Harvey "You son of a bitch!" Trevor throws a punch at Harvey, who just stands there and takes it, doesn't even try to defend himself.

"Trevor, No!" Mike is finally out of his daze and grabs Trevor from behind before he can throw a second punch "Stop it please". It takes a great effort to hold him back. Trevor is strong and Mike is still injured.

When Trevor finally calms down, Harvey puts Mike's messenger bag on the floor and holds both hands up "I'm not here to fight" then brings one hand up to his jaw, where Trevor punched him "you've got a good right hook there."

"You have some nerves showing up here," Trevor growls.

Harvey is ignoring him and looks over to Mike concerned "Mike. How are you? I've been trying to reach you."

Mike looks over at Trevor pleadingly "Can you give us a few minutes?"

"I'm staying right here," Trevor says but moves a few steps towards the couch and stops all the while watching Harvey closely.

"Mike," Harvey starts again and looks at the bruises on Mike's face "God, I'm so sorry-.".

"Save it!" Mike says "What are you even doing here?"

"I wanted to apologise," Harvey says ignoring Trevor snorts in the background "Mike, I should have told you-"

"about Jack?! Yeah, a warning would have been nice" he shakes his head. Then they're quiet for a while, it gets awkward.

Harvey looks down at his feet. He's ashamed "Will you come back to work?" he asks quietly. "Please don't throw away your career over this." He's looking at Mike again. "I need you. The firm needs you."

"I can't do this right now" Mike shakes his head again "I don't know, Harvey. I need time to think"

"You wouldn't have to work for me" Harvey says quickly "You could get assigned to other partners if you would feel more comfortable." Mike can hear the desperation in his voice.

"I'll think about it," Mike says, maybe more to get the older man out of the apartment quicker.

"Take as much time as you want, a week, a month" Harvey is looking more serious now "and I promise you, there'll still be a place for you at the firm when you decide to come back."

"Okay, that's enough," Trevor steps in "You have to go now and leave him alone."

After Trevor almost pushes Harvey out of Mike's apartment, Trevor just stands there in front of the door with his back still towards Mike, his shoulders tense. Mike is standing, carefully leaning against the arm of the couch, taking some weight off his left knee. When it's clear that Harvey is gone, Trevor slowly turns around to face him.

"What the hell is going on?" Trevor asks and he sounds angry. "Are you sleeping with this guy?" Mike can't decide if it's disgust or jealousy he hears in Trevor's voice.

"What? No!" Mike quickly adds. "He's my boss!" As if that would answer everything.

Trevor looks at him for a long time and then he remembers something "Who the hell is Jack?"

Mike jumps slightly when he hears the name."It's complicated," he says and shifts uncomfortably against the couch, he's looking down, not able to meet Trevor's eyes. "I can't do this...I'm not ready yet."

"Okay. I've gotta take care of some things," Trevor says quickly and grabs his jacket. He hesitates when he's at the door and looks back at Mike. "Are you gonna be alright?"

It takes a few seconds for Mike to realize that Trevor is waiting for him to respond, maybe asking him for permission even to leave the apartment. "Yeah," he replies.

"I'm back soon," Trevor says while unlocking the door. Mike wonders briefly if he said something wrong that made his best friend leave so abruptly.

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