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Harvey stalked through the elevator doors just before noon. It was rare for him to arrive so late, but Donna had already spread the rumor of an important client meeting that morning, so that there were no questions. Jessica had agreed to wait with Mike at the hospital, but Harvey didn't want to be away form there for long. He had to follow Donna's plan, and the first step was convincing Kyle that Harvey was angry at Mike. The angry part was easy, he was furious, just not at Mike.
Harvey snapped at anyone foolish enough to cross his path, before standing at Donna's desk. "Donna, where the hell is Mike?"
The redhead nodded, noticing that Kyle was paying very close attention to the exchange. "Haven't seen him." She replied in a sing-song voice.
"When he shows up, send him to my office. Any more of this and he's gone." He made his voice as angry as he could, when really all he wanted to do was get back to the hospital. He strode into his office, sinking into his chair with a frown on his face. There was plenty of work for him to do, there always was, but he was going to leave it. Today he was going to plan out exactly what he was going to say to Mike when the kid woke up. "Donna." He paused until the redhead turned around. "I have a meeting after lunch so clear my afternoon, please."
So far, Donna was completely happy with how her plan was going. Kyle had passed the office three times in the last hour, and it was only a matter of time before he started badgering Harvey to let Kyle work for him. Tomorrow, Rachel would make her move, and Donna would announce to Harvey that Mike was missing. Jessica had agreed with Donna that it would be best if no one knew where Mike really was, not to mention that company policy would guarantee Mike his job if he was in a hospital and the plan called for a pretend firing.
Despite the worry for Mike, Donna was in a fairly good mood. At least, until the phone rang. "Harvey Specter's office."
"Donna, I have to talk to Harvey."
The redhead scowled. "What happened?" There was no way she was getting off the phone before she knew what was going on.
There was a sigh. "Sleepwalking. He opened his eyes and walked right out of the room, almost left the hospital. The nurse is restraining him now so he doesn't do it again."
For a second Donna froze then immediately buzzed Harvey on the intercom. "Harvey, update." She watched her boss snatch the phone and immediately demand what was going on. Donna stood, casually walking into the office and closing the door behind her, as Harvey hung up the phone.
"Apparently, it isn't a normal reaction to a head injury." Harvey muttered in her direction. "But, there is nothing to say that he doesn't do it normally. It's common and nothing they are worried about."
"I wouldn't be surprised if he did, actually. He's usually bounding around here all the time so it does make sense." Donna offered trying to see the positive side, she knew how worried he was. "When are you going back?"
"Not until later. Jessica told me to stay here for at least another hour." It was obvious that Harvey didn't want to sit there and pretend there was nothing wrong.
"Well then." Donna's smirk was one that was feared by everyone that knew her. "Why don't we move things along then, hmm?"
Jessica was again sitting next to Mike's bed, this time confident that he was going no where thanks to the loose restraints that would make sure there were no more sleepwalking incidents. She had spent the last twenty minutes toying with her phone, briefly considering leaving for a cup of tea, which at this hospital was much better than the coffee, when Mike rasped out her name.
"Miss Pearson?"
Planting the kindest smile on her face that she could, she leaned over. "Hi there, glad you are awake." She didn't really like the out of focus look on his face, but just being awake was an improvement.
"M'not. Still seeing th'ngs..." Mike's voice was slurred , and hoarse. "B'sides... ya..d'nt even like me."
That made Jessica feel slightly guilty, because, she really didn't mind the kid, he was a hard worker but he was just too nice. It wasn't her personal opinion but a professional one.
"Least... ya aren't g'nna make me steal cars..." The words trailed off into a nearly incoherent mumble.
"What are you talking about Mike?" She was startled, even though there was no reason to be. Obviously the kid had a concussion and was just rambling. The nurse had explained that the best thing to do when he woke up was to have him talk for as long as possible. It would help them to determine how bad his head injury was. Jessica pressed the call button because she wasn't sure how to handle this.
Mike's eyes closed again, but he kept talking, explaining, unsure what was real and what wasn't. In truth, he was sure that the part with Jessica was a dream. Since it was a dream, he didn't mind telling her, besides, she was being fairly nice to him. It was a really odd dream because he didn't remember going to sleep. The last thing he remembered doing was frantically running up and down the hallway tugging on unopened doors, trying to get as far from there as possible. The one furthest from the window, had willingly opened, giving Mike yet another chance to relive one of his many attempts to prove himself.
When Mike was twelve, Trevor's family had moved to New York. He had spent four years without his friend and despite his gran's unease had spent the entire week showing him around. Trevor, though kept asking Mike to prove that they were still friends. Despite growing up since his parent's death, Mike was still the fairly quiet boy that he had always been. He had never argued with Trevor before, mostly due to fear of loosing his only friend, but he didn't understand why he had to prove himself
"Why?" He finally asked after several days of doing fairly odd things at his friends request.
"Because, man. That's why. Friends never have to ask why, they just do it. It's a trust thing. You see?" The smile was a little too wide, but Mike, younger and easily swayed, never noticed.
"Okay... but a car, really? I'm too short to drive." He was standing three blocks from his grandmother's apartment, looking at the shiny black sports car nervously.
"I'll drive it. You just start it." Trevor patted Mike on the back. "You know I'm bad with wires."
"But... Trevor.. I didn't even want to read that book. You asked me to... Did you just want me to steal a car?" He hissed the last few words, looking hurt now.
"Of course not." Trevor waved away the words. "It was a book you hadn't read yet. I thought you would think it was cool. Now I just want to know if you'd do it for me. Because that's what friends do."
"Friends don't steal cars." Mike muttered, his resistance draining.
"Sure they do. Friends do whatever they need to for each other. Don't I always bring you books? Didn't I always make sure those bullies left you alone?" Trevor started pushing Mike toward the car.
"Yeah... but..."
"Are you my friend or not?" Trevor asked abruptly, tone getting hard. "Cause I have to have a friend I can always count on. If that's not you Mike, then I have to find a new one."
Mike's eyes were wide, and he gripped his jacket. "NO! No.. I'll do it for you..."
"Great, I knew you would." He steered Mike toward the car.
"So.. I h'd ta... Had ta prove m'self..." His words grew more slurred. "I'll pr've m'slf ta you..too... 'n H'rvy..."
Jessica was staring at Mike, who was again asleep. He hadn't been awake very long, maybe ten minutes, but it was long enough for Jessica to realize that there was quite a bit about Mike that she didn't know. Obviously the kid had no one to teach him how to not be so kind, no one who really had his back, except for the grandmother she has heard mentioned. No people simply used him to their advantage. Now, she was starting to understand exactly what kind of lawyer Mike was going to be. It would be one just like her father. He just needed someone to teach him a few select things. Jessica was a very good corporate lawyer. She made money and insured that her clients were happy. But, she also remembered why her father became a lawyer in the first place. It was to help people, and Jessica never forgot that. It was the reason why she treated every pro bono case like it was worth a fortune, well that and the fact that she hated to loose.
The nurse had arrived about halfway through Mike's little story but hadn't interrupted, instead taking careful notes about his speech, how long he was awake and various other things. She had smiled at Jessica before she left, but it was hardly a reassuring one. It was more of a well-know-we-know smile. Unfortunately, they wouldn't talk to her as openly as they could Harvey or Donna, because those were the names that Mike's grandmother had specified. Sighing, she dialed Harvey's number again, knowing that this wasn't anything she could take care of. "Donna? Let me talk to Harvey..."
