A delicious concoction of smells met Mike's nose when he first awoke. His eyes were still weak from sleep and he could barely keep them up. At first, he was unsure of his surroundings; the softness under him indicated that he was lying down on something comfortable, preferably a bed. He opened his eyes as best he could, blurry images spilling underneath his eyelids. He glanced around, and lifted an unsteady hand to wipe at his tired eyes. He sat up a little wobbly, and found that he was on Harvey's couch.
Oh yeah…
He let out a low groan as he stretched his arms over his head, and brought them down behind his head to flex out the knots in his back. He let out a relieved sigh, and rubbed the cast over his injured leg, wishing that the next week would pass already so he could take the damn thing off. [Soft Break]
His gaze instinctively moved to the floor, but saw there was nothing there. No yellow flowers. No pictures. Was it all just a dream? Just a horrible nightmare? Mike furrowed his brows, his mind still thick with sleep. He got up slowly, and looked around. Weak sunlight drifted through the windows, but it looked like it was going to be a nice day later. Not a single cloud was in the sky, such a change from yesterdays disheartening weather. He scratched his scalp and looked around once more. The sound of sizzling met his ears, and some mumbling came from the kitchen.
Mike cringed and moved closer to the arm of the couch, "Harvey?" He called weakly. There came no reply, and Mike was instantly put on defense.
"Harvey?" He tried again, this time a little more strongly. It was silent for a few seconds, and then Harvey appeared at the doorway. Mike was surprised to see the senior partner wearing a t-shirt and pajama pants (which looked like very expensive silk), his hair ruffled.
"What?" Harvey inquired a frown already on his face. Mike smiled softly, now that was the Harvey he knew.
"Just wondering where you were," Mike supplied, picking himself from the couch shakily and grasping onto the clutches luckily by his side. Harvey made a disgruntled sound through his nose, and disappeared back into the kitchen. Mike followed the enticing smell and found himself staring at the bacon blistering in the frying pan and an omelet sizzling beside it. His mouth watered. Harvey leaned back slightly from his work, a spatula hanging limply from his fingers.
"Are you ok?"
Mike at first didn't hear the question, but he looked up from the food anyways, "Huh?"
Harvey looked uncomfortable, but repeated the question nonetheless, "Are you ok?"
Mike looked away, while reality came crashing down around him. He didn't really think it was a dream. But how, oh, how he hoped it was. He leaned against the wall for support and looked up at the ceiling with a blank expression.
"Yes and no," Mike responded pathetically, his fingers tightening around the handles on his crutches until his knuckles turned white.
"That's a politician's answer," Harvey reprimanded, turning down the gas on the stove and faced Mike with an expectant scowl.
"Well maybe I don't have an answer," Mike retorted. Harvey held his gaze for a brief moment before turning back to the food.
In short, and both of them knew; Mike wasn't in the slightest bit 'ok'. After spilling his heart and soul to Harvey, learning that the stalker was still there and was not about to give up so easily, the fact that the stalker murdered Jenny and Mike would have to be the one to tell Trevor, the fact that he had no home anymore and had to impose on Harvey…it was all fracturing Mike's mind and soul. Mike would never admit to anyone that he was weak minded, but he wasn't exactly the strongest in the bunch.
Mike wandered over to the coffee bubbling in its maker. He absentmindedly picked up a glass and started pouring the hot liquid into it. Maybe it was a bad thing he and Harvey met…if Harvey chose someone else…anyone else...Mike would be happy. With Jenny still alive…and there wouldn't be this constant risk in his life.
The glass splintered from the hot coffee and broke causing Mike to scream. Harvey jumped and looked sharply at Mike.
"What the hell happened?" He barked. Mike hopped up and down on his good foot as searing liquid burned into his skin. The glass had sliced a few of his fingers and having the coffee dripping into the wounds wasn't a very good feeling at all. He whimpered in pain and stuffed the bitter tasting fingers into his mouth. Harvey took one look at the mess, brown coffee mixed with Mike's blood dripping down onto the clean floor and counter. He let out a long sigh and walked over, pushing Mike to the side gently.
"Honestly, with that brain of yours I expected you to understand simple physics, don't you know not to put hot liquid on glass?"
"Mm-mph." Mike replied from behind his fingers. He watched as Harvey mumbled to himself and started cleaning up the glass. Mike let go of his fingers and surveyed the damage. Not too bad. They were an angry red and there were only a few cuts littering his skin. At least they stopped bleeding.
"Sorry, here let me get that…" Mike said, embarrassed, and snagged a few paper towels. Harvey let him be and went back to cooking. Every once in awhile Mike would glance towards him while he cleaned.
He hated to be jealous of Harvey. The man seemed to be taking everything so coolly…then again. Anger spiked in his heart. All of this was happening to Mike. The stalker really wanted Mike out of the picture…but to what lengths would they take? Mike no longer had any boundaries for them…they crossed the line at murder.
"Do you think you could come to work today?" Harvey's question suddenly sliced through his thoughts. Mike finished throwing the glass and soiled paper towels away and gave Harvey a brief look before hobbling back to his couch.
"Probably…" Mike answered. Harvey appeared at the doorway and fixed Mike with a bemused expression.
"What is with your round-about answers?" He asked, leaning against the frame. Mike sat down carefully, placing his crutches next to him before settling against the back of the couch. To Harvey, it probably looked like he was just trying to act rebellious, but really…Mike had no idea how to answer. It seemed like everything was said the night before…
Mike was slowly dying inside, and Harvey knew that. So why did he keep asking?
"I'll go to work today." Mike said, ruffling the back of his hair with his uninjured hand. He would need a trim soon. Trivial thoughts are what were really keeping him sane. Even though Mike didn't look, he could still feel Harvey's suspicious eyes trained on him. He didn't realize he was holding his breath until Harvey went back to cooking. After take a few deep breaths he rested the back of his head against the top of the couch and stared up into the ceiling.
Now, he didn't really want to know who the stalker was. He just wanted it to be over. Selfish? Maybe, but he was going through hell, and if this didn't stop soon. Mike was starting to find himself thinking about throwing himself down Harvey's elevator shaft. He curled over onto his side and stared at the couch's fabric. All that mattered right now was that he was safe…Harvey was safe.
"Mike."
And Jenny was talking to him again. He looked up and around the room, but didn't see the blond anywhere.
"Don't lose hope." She whispered softly in his ear.
"How can I not?" Mike demanded quietly, closing his eyes tightly and forced himself to relax in the warmth of her presence.
"Things will get better…"
"Do you promise?" Mike opened his eyes and met her own. She smiled sadly at him and shook her head from side to side, her hair fluttering about her with an invisible current.
"I can't promise anything, but I know if you lose hope now…you will lose everything." She said, her voice dripping with sorrow.
"I don't know what that means!" Mike groaned, pressing his palms against his eyes.
"You don't know what 'what' means?" Harvey asked suspiciously, carrying a plate topped with three seasoned strips of bacon and half a vegetable omelet. Mike jumped at the senior partner's sudden voice, and looked away, blushing.
"Oh – um," How was he supposed to explain 'talking' to Jenny? "Nothing…never mind it." Mike said waving his injured hand from side to side. He winced and held it, carefully averting his gaze. Harvey sighed and handed Mike the plate of breakfast and went to retrieve his own.
They ate in a comfortable silence, or at least on Mike's part; comfortable meaning no questions were asked.
"How's your hand?" Well, damn.
"Fine…" Mike said, shoveling another fork full of egg into his mouth. Harvey didn't ask anything else, and when they were finished Mike was the one left to do the dishes while Harvey took a shower and got dressed. It was then that Mike realized all those suits Harvey helped him buy had gone up in flames. Tears filled his vision and he tried to shake them away. Stop getting so emotional over the little things; he scolded himself, wiping his eyes with his shoulder. He couldn't really help it though…
"Did you need to borrow a suit?" Harvey asked suddenly. Mike turned around, while turning off the water and bit down on his lip.
"Would you mind?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. Harvey rolled his eyes and fixed his cufflink.
"Do you want the truth or the answer you want to hear?" He said, feigning sweetness. Mike smirked and ventured into some of Harvey's cabinets. Once he found some plastic covering he moved out of the kitchen slowly on his crutches.
"Can I use your shower too?" He asked over his shoulder. It had been two days since he had a real decent shower. Harvey narrowed his eyes slightly like he really didn't want that to happen, but let out a resigned sigh.
"Just don't touch anything in there." He said bluntly. Mike snorted and made his way to the bathroom. He missed his old bathroom, with the shower's faulty faucet that you had to pull a few times before you could actually turn it. As he entered the immaculate bathroom, he was quite disappointed to see that there was no pool sized bathtub with lion head faucets or angel marble carvings, although you could tell that the bathroom belonged to someone who enjoyed the higher quality of things in life. He gingerly stripped himself of his garments, and started wrapping his cast up with the plastic so it wouldn't get wet. He stepped carefully into the shower and allowed the warm water pressure to soften his tense muscles.
"Make sure you wash behind your ears," His mother chided a smile in her voice.
Mike grimaced and he scrubbed extra hard behind his ears. He didn't think it was weird at all that he could communicate with his parents and Jenny. No, not at all, it was absolutely and irrevocably normal. To him at least. And really, that was all that mattered.
It was a challenge to finish cleansing himself, but he managed without much trouble. He grabbed a fresh towel from the cabinet below the sink and wandered out of the bathroom looking around. Harvey was no where to be seen. Mike crept into Harvey's bedroom as quietly as possible and raided the senior partner's closet for proper attire. He tried to find the smallest size, seeing as how none were obviously tailored to fit him. Once he dressed appropriately he glanced at his reflection in the window.
His eyes looked dull and lifeless, with a darker tinge to them. Prominent bags line his lower lids and his skin was a bit paler then usual. His bed hair was even messier and a tad longer. He ran a hand through the knot and let out a sigh. It seemed like he had aged thirty years since he last looked at himself.
"I think you look perfect," His mother murmured, wrapping her hand around his arm and laid a cool kiss against his cheek.
"He looks like the Grinch," Jenny joked, giggling into her palm and his mother laughed as well.
"Jenny," Mike whined, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Now, now, don't go making fun of him," His father warned and his mother smirked at him.
"Aw, it was just a joke; you two were never too good at taking them."
Mike found himself sitting in the back of a cab with Harvey after thirty minutes of prepping. They sat in silence, and Mike didn't mind it one bit. He stared at the back of the cab driver's head, still incredibly paranoid about being in a cab from previous experiences. He sighed and stared out the window as buildings blurred by.
Everything seemed like it wasn't real for some reason. Mike had the strange feeling that this was just all a horrible dream. He was going to wake up eventually. He lifted his hand to his temple, and rubbed it in tight circles. He started thinking about all the things he did wrong, what he should've done, and the steps he could have taken to prevent all of this from happening. But, there was nothing he could do now. Fate really screwed him over this time. He glanced at Harvey, who was reading his newspaper as per usual. The senior partner's mouth formed a slight pout as he concentrated on the newsprint deep in thought. Though, he must've sensed Mike's eyes on him, because his face softened into his usual stoic appearance and gave Mike a questioning look. Mike looked away and then back again, shaking his head slowly. Harvey furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes, as if silently asking 'What's the matter with you.' Mike bit his lower lip and looked away again, mouthing 'I'm fine'. He waited until Harvey turned his attention back to the paper. Mike let out a soft sigh. He really wanted to ask Harvey about what kind of things the investigators were looking into in this case.
Mike was positive he told Harvey to tell them about Jenny's death, and how he believed the stalker did it. Yes…Jenny would never kill herself. And furthermore, there was no reason for her too anyways. Sure, sometimes she would get herself into tough situations, but she would always come out on top in one way or another. He held his breath for a moment, hoping he would hear Jenny's voice to further prove his statement. But there was only thick silence.
He sighed again.
Finally, they arrived in front of the huge building, and Mike gazed up it's glassy walls with apprehension. He wondered if anyone would've missed his disappearance. Probably only Rachel. And maybe Louis, but in a whole other and wrong way. He distinctly remembered the junior partner telling him something about keeping an eye on him. Mike felt a shiver run up his spine to the base of his neck, and his hair stood on end. That man just creeped him out to the max. The cab came to a complete stop, and the cabbie turned around expectantly.
"Yes this is it," Mike said, hurriedly, snapping the door handle up and opening the door. He paused and looked at Harvey, who was staying where he was. "You coming?" He asked nervously, not wanting to walk into Pearson Hardman alone.
Harvey folded his newspaper neatly and tapped an index finger against the side door, "No, I have to go meet with a very important client." He said firmly, giving Mike a look. Mike swallowed hard and nodded his head numbly.
"Um, okay…then." He said quietly, opening the door fully and hopped out onto the pavement, pulling his messenger bag over his shoulder as he did so. He dragged his crutches out and hitched them under his arms, giving Harvey one final pleading look before closing the door. He stared after the yellow car as it pulled back onto the street. Even though the windows were tinted, he gave a little wave, hoping Harvey was staring as well. He sighed through his nose and turned to walk up to the daunting building.
Once he reached the elevator, he looked around at the other occupants, noticing some people from his floor. He waved at a brunette and the man gave him a once over.
"Oh, hey Mike." He said. Mike tried reaching into his brain for a name to go with his face, but he got none, so he just smiled and nodded as they entered. It was an awkward silence, but Mike was glad this person wasn't really nosy. Once they reached their floor, the man automatically went to his own cubicle, while Mike hesitated just outside of the doors. He looked around uncomfortably, but no one seemed to notice. There was no sign of Kyle…or Gregory…or-
"Mike!"
He jumped and turned around to see Rachel walking up to him. Her long hair bounced and swayed as she walked, and she wore an elated smile on her painted lips.
"Glad to see you're not too disabled to join us," She said, nodding towards his crutches. Mike frowned slightly, almost forgetting that he didn't tell Rachel about his apartment burning down.
"Yeah, figured I might as well grace everyone with my presence again," Mike offered, and was glad to see she gave a short bark of laughter.
"Whatever you say, gimp." She whispered coyly, as she walked past him to her office. Mike stared after her with a fond smile, and turned back to go hobble to his cubicle. Everything was just how he left it. He touched a few folders and dragged his hand over his computer keys. Still clean, not a speck of dust in sight. He arched an eyebrow, and sat comfortably on his chair, placing the crutches to the side. At least one thing in his life hadn't changed. He ran his hand along the walls and table, and sighed with content.
"Ross, I can see that you're busy molesting your desk but…"
Mike's heart thudded at the voice, and he turned around with a glare. Kyle met it evenly.
"Jessica wants to see you. Now." Kyle yawned, tapping a folder against his own shoulder. Mike blinked and looked back at his blank computer screen with a grimace. He could see Kyle smirking behind him in the reflection.
"Fine." Mike snapped shortly, hating how the other male annoyed him so easily. Kyle stepped back as Mike got to his feet and placed the crutches under his arms again as quickly as he could. He was still slightly afraid of Jessica, and didn't really want to come face to face with the she-devil by himself.
"Where's Harvey?" Kyle asked suddenly, and Mike gave him a hard look. He had suspicions of the male before, but he never really addressed them. They were only fueled by his annoyance with the associate.
"Meeting a client," Mike said coolly. He walked past Kyle ignoring the interested look in the other male's eyes, not giving two shits if Kyle wanted to ask questions. He sort of walked with a dazed air around him, not sure where he was really going, but knew it was the right direction. He concentrated on his breathing and kept his eyes in front of him. Just relax, what's the possibility that she knows about my dirty little secret? A strange thought occurred to him. Before, his biggest issue was getting found out for being a fraud amongst the crowd. But now…it was fighting to stay alive and not go insane. Mike thought he was doing pretty good so far.
"You said it, baby." His mother smiled.
Pretty good.
"-I know I can be a little…snarky at times, but I still don't see why she would give him the promotion, you know what I'm saying?"
Mike paused when he heard Louis voice, and peeked around the corner. Louis was standing with two associates Mike had never seen before. They looked highly uncomfortable and looked everywhere but the junior partner. Mike could positively feel the fear radiating off them in waves. One of them nodded tensely, and Louis looked at him.
"And what's that about him hiring Mike anyways?" Louis continued, and Mike could feel his heart rate increasing already. What was he talking about?
"The little brat is walking around like he owns the place just because he answers to Harvey," I do not! Mike recoiled, but still listened.
"If you ask me, there's something about him." Louis looked around and pushed his hands into his pockets fixing the anxious associates with a grimace, "Harvey may think that the boy is 'special', but I know he's just a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. It just takes a little push." He grinned, and the associates laughed on cue and nodded as if they were programmed to do so.
Mike pulled away and rested his head against the back of the wall, trying to calm his heart down before it busted out of his chest. Why would Louis say all those things? He never thought the junior partner hated him that much. In any case, he thought the man wanted Mike to work for him. He always knew he was jealous of Harvey…but going as much to try and frame him for something. Mike's heart stopped, and his eyes widened.
No. Way.
Impossible, Mike should have never had the idea. Louis was most definitely not the stalker…Why would he even think that. Sure, Louis might have some sort of aggrandizement fetish, but he wouldn't go as far as to hurting Mike. Right?
"Mike Ross," Louis said, right beside him.
Mike let out a silent scream, and covered his mouth with the roof of his hand.
Oh!
Fuck!
"L-louis…" Mike greeted, averting his gaze. He felt the junior partner's eyes on him, and a cold sweat started clinging to his skin.
"What brings you here?" Louis breathed, and Mike inched against the wall, as much as his crutches would allow him. He felt like a mouse trapped in a corner, and the big cat was prowling towards him. And it was fucking hungry.
"A-ah, you know…I-i – um – Have to go talk to Jessica…yes…" Mike noticed how his voice seemed to lift and octave higher, and he mentally punched himself for being so obviously scared.
["Mhmm…yes, but…I asked what brings you here, and Jessica's not here, so…why are you here?" Louis said a smirk evident in his voice. Mike gulped nervously and tightened his grip around the crutch handles feeling a little faint.
"I-i…I…" He struggled trying to find something to say but couldn't figure out what to say. It was like the battery in his brain short circuited.
Louis started moving closer, but then a voice caught them both of guard.
"Louis." Jessica greeted, with raised eyebrows. Louis smiled serenely at her and turned on his heel.
"Just telling Mike about how he should learn how to button his shirt better." Louis said, waving and walked away. Mike let out a long breath and looked down, just noticing that his buttons were off by one. Wow thanks for noticing, Harvey. He grimaced and looked at Jessica, who was staring at him with a smile twitching at the corners of her lips.
"Mike Ross." She said, signaling him to her office. Mike nodded, and carefully walked after her, his crutches making soft taps against the ground. His heart still beat ferociously in his chest, but at least he calmed down considerably. What was all that with Louis? The man could be so creepy sometimes. Before his suspicions could catch up to him, they were in Jessica's office, and the woman waiting motioning for him to take a seat. Mike lowered himself down, and balanced his crutches on his knees, learning his lesson about putting crutches where they shouldn't be.
"So…Harvey told me about your current living conditions," Jessica stated, leaning against her desk. Mike looked up at her and then looked away, afraid that if he even said anything he'd just make a fool out of himself. He nodded.
"I understand that this may be a stressful time for you, but I want you to know that here, at Pearson Hardman, we don't take lazy work and effort." Jessica said, looking out her large windows, "If you think you can't handle the job, then it's your responsibility to get someone to replace you." She gave him a sharp look at this and he winced uncomfortably.
"I don't think that will be a problem…" Mike said, picking his words carefully. Jessica gave him a long stare, and he did his best to hold it.
"Very well then," She said with a small smile, "welcome back." She waved her hand, and Mike took that as his cue to leave. He got up quickly, uttered a quick thanks, and left the office with a relieved breath. Things were looking up at least. All he really had to get through right now was telling Trevor about Jenny. The thought made him pause mid-walk.
Shit. That was going to be the hardest thus far.
Mike hesitantly looked around, but saw that Louis was no where to be found, so he easily took his seat back in his cubicle. Harvey hadn't come back, which gave Mike some time to think. What in the world was he going to say to Trevor? His friend was to arrive in New York City late tomorrow night. This only gave him the rest of the weekend to spill it. He was sure the other male would find out one way or another…
Mike leaned against the chair and heaved a sigh at the ceiling. Things were about to get really complicated…He knew he should've told Trevor the day it happened, and he wasn't sure how Trevor would react to Mike hiding things from him. Especially about his ex-girlfriend…
"Don't worry too much…" Jenny murmured, her arms wrapping around his neck comfortingly.
"I know…" Mike breathed softly, allowing himself to sink against her warm embrace.
After about ten minutes, Mike was starting to worry about Harvey. The senior partner still hadn't arrived back, and Mike knew he should've been more curious about the case. His grandma always told him to tell other people where he was going before he left anywhere…just in case anything happened to him. He bit his lip and got up. If there was anyone who knew where Harvey was, it was…
"Donna!" Mike called as he reached the cubicle in front of Harvey's office.
"Where's Ha-" He started, but the strawberry blonde lifted a finger to silence him, as she typed furiously with her free hand. Mike waited impatiently as she finished what she had to do. Finally, she moved the mouse, hit save, and turned to him with a passive expression.
"Go on." She said, brandishing her hand out. Mike rolled his eyes inwardly, but couldn't help smiling at her.
"I just wanted to know where Harvey was…like what's the case he's working on?" Mike asked, hooking his arms over the cubicle and giving her a small pout. Donna arched a perfectly lined eyebrow and stared at his arms on her cubicle wall. He took the hint, and gently eased himself away. Donna turned back to her bright computer screen and tapped a few more keys in.
"If he didn't tell you, do you really think that he would want me to let you know?" She snipped, casting a quick glance in his general direction before resuming her typing. Mike let out a sigh. Secretive as always. He tapped at the floor with his toe and gave Donna the cutest pout he could muster.
"He was in a rush…so maybe he wanted to tell me, so you know…" Mike said quietly, tugging at a few strands of hair. He found they came off easily and he stared at them for a few seconds. The stress was starting to kill him…
"Doubt it," Donna said, in a very dismissive tone. Mike's face fell and he shuffled his uninjured foot, while leaning against his crutches.
"Well…okay then I guess." Mike mumbled, and Donna turned to him fully this time. She offered one of her more sympathetic scowls and Mike accepted it willingly.
"Thanks Donna." He said saluting to her, and limped away. If only Harvey trusted him a little more…The stalker's previous letters came back to stab him in the heart.
He doesn't care about you.
Why was he even trying? Was Harvey just lying to him? He bit his lower lip, and rested his shoulder against the wall.
The thought made him ill.
"Mike ready to go?" Harvey asked, passing by the associate's cubicle. Mike looked up from resting his hand against his head. He had been pretty much playing solitaire on his computer, while Harvey did most of the work. It was obvious that Harvey thought he was too weak to handle anything right now. He got up, tottering on one fit and grabbed his crutches. Some associates looked up with suspicion. Mike couldn't help but half smile. Yes folks, he was going home with the great Harvey Specter. Pft.
"Yup," Mike nodded, grabbing his bag as well, "let me just say a quick good night to Rachel." He said, Harvey narrowed his eyes, but nodded. Mike walked as quickly as he could to Rachel's office and knocked on the glass before entering.
"Hey, your majesty is here to wish you a good night," Mike said, in the most regal tone he could create. Rachel snorted and leaned back against her chair with a smile.
"Well, I'm honored by thine presence," She said daintily, "although I must point out that your majesty's buttons are off." She pointed a finger at his shirt. Mike looked down and cursed under his breath.
"Shoot I thought I fixed that." He muttered. Rachel laughed and got up. She walked to wards him and unbuttoned his shirt, then re-buttoned it properly. Mike flushed slightly at the touch of her dexterous fingers, but she finished quickly and patted his shoulder.
"Be safe." She said, looking him in the eyes. His stomach jolted as he stared back into her eyes. It was like she knew about…everything. She sighed and smiled. He forced a smile back.
"Right…g'night…" He said, waving before he turned and left the office. Harvey was waiting for him right outside, and he looked at him with a sad smile. Harvey looked towards Rachel's office, but didn't say anything. Mike knew he had seen the little display there, but chose not to question it. Mike still felt weird about it. While they went down the elevator, Mike fought to keep from throwing up.
As soon as they got home, Mike fell asleep on the couch and awoke the next morning much like the previous morning. Harvey decided silently that he was well enough to go back to work for sure, and Mike spent the rest of the day sorting through the many files of Harvey's previous cases with the instructions, "Find any holes in the arguments supplied," Which was a relatively hard job, seeing as how Harvey was supposedly a god. Mike rested his hand against his head and crossed through another few sentences, jotting down a few notes where things could've been better. It wasn't exactly what he expected as 'going back to work' but he was still a rookie, and the little things seemed to help him out when he really needed it. Although with a dip in his stomach, he realized it would probably be a little while before he could actually take on another case.
At least it seemed Harvey was only going easy on him because he cared...
Take that stalker.
Finally, the working day was done, and Harvey picked him up from the library around seven o'clock. Mike kept checking his phone on the way to the cab, and Harvey gazed at him with a suspicious frown.
"Why do you keep checking your phone?" He questioned seriously. Mike chewed the inside of his cheek in thought and sighed.
"Trevor is supposed to be arriving in about two hours," Mike replied sheepishly. A few emotions zipped across Harvey's face, all of which Mike could hold a negative connotation to. Harvey was definitely not very partial to Trevor, but he was still Mike's friend, so it was a losing hitched a ride back to Harvey's condo, and ordered pizza through Mike's popular demand. After a few hours, Mike finally got a call. He quickly answered it.
"Hey Mike, just landed," Trevor answered, sounding slightly out of breath like he was walking.
Mike got up and dusted some pizza crumbs off his hands and pulled a sweater over his head, "Alright, I'll be there soon." He shut his phone and stuffed it into his front pocket. Harvey sauntered out of the kitchen then, nursing a glass of wine in one hand. He tilted his head towards Mike, and silently asked where he was going with his eyes.
"I'm gonna pick up Trevor." Mike shrugged, pulling his sleeves over his hands. The temperature in in the city was steadily dropping, and Mike knew it was around the time he was going to have to start wearing two scarves and a thick jacket to keep from catching a seasonal flu. Harvey sighed and placed his half-empty glass down, and flopped onto the couch.
"Later," He acknowledged. Mike placed a hand on his hip and shot Harvey a glare.
"What you don't wanna come?" He teased.
Harvey rolled his eyes, and sipped his wine easily, "I prefer to have a little while to myself before I have to deal with your frat boy talk."
It was Mike's turn to roll his eyes, "Wet towel," He shot back, flicking his own nose, and left.
