Harvey woke up with a start, thinking it was his alarm clock he shot his hand out to hit the snooze button, but as he looked over he realized it was much too early for his alarm. It was three in the morning and he didn't normally get up until five thirty, at least lately. For a moment he stayed half sitting in bed, trying to sort through his sleep muddled thoughts.

Finally he gave up and collapsed back into bed. That was when he realized what had woken him because he heard a soft knock on his open door. Looking over he saw Mike's dark figure standing in the door and in a sleepy, gruff, voice he asked, "Mike? What's wrong?"

It was a moment before he heard Mike quietly say, in an obviously scared voice, "I had a nightmare, so I wanted to come see if you were awake. I didn't mean to wake you, I'm sorry."

Harvey felt the all too familiar pain when he heard Mike apologize, so he quickly reassured him, "I told you to wake me if you needed me." He let the silence surround him for a few moments before breaking it again as he asked, "Do you want to talk about it?" He was unsure how to help someone when they have a nightmare so he held his breath and hoped he had done the right thing.

He was able to breathe again when Mike meekly said, "Yes, please." Sitting up, Harvey patted the empty side of his bed and Mike slowly walked forward before crawling onto the bed. He took a moment to get comfortable, bringing his knees up to his chin before talking again in a hushed whisper. "I'm sorry. I should be able to handle a nightmare."

Harvey patted his shoulder as he told Mike, "Everybody has nightmares sometimes that are too much for them. It's nothing to be ashamed of, Mike." He tried to smile at Mike in the dark but doubted the other man could see it.

He waited for a few minutes, wanting to give Mike time to steady himself, before he was ready to talk. Even though he couldn't see his face, somehow Harvey knew Mike had his eyes closed tightly as he said, "You died, Harvey. You were trying to protect me from something, but I couldn't see it. You just kept looking ahead of us with a frown on your face and when I tried to ask what it was you kept saying, 'I can't tell you, Mike. It's for your own safety', but the strange thing was you looked sad not scared." Harvey frowned as he listened to Mike describing his dream. Mike started to rush his words as he said, "I couldn't see it. I couldn't see what was hurting you, but you started to bleed, like you'd been stabbed, but I couldn't see what was doing it, and the more I tried to see, the more you kept pushing me back saying it was for my own good, but you were dying. You were dying, Harvey!" Harvey more felt then saw Mike as he grabbed his head, continuing the rush of words. "Then you fell to the ground, and you still didn't look scared, you just looked like you were in pain, but it wasn't right, Harvey. Something about you expression was off, and I kept trying to ask you, but you wouldn't tell me, you just kept shaking your head, until you stopped moving altogether, and I tried to wake you up, I tried so hard, but you wouldn't…" Mike stopped for a beat before whispering, "Then I realized you were dead."

Harvey could hear that Mike was trying to hold back tears, so he moved slightly toward Mike and put one arm around him, bringing him close to his chest. Once he felt Mike move closer he wrapped him in a hug, resting his chin on his head. Mike started sobbing against Harvey's chest so he pulled him even closer, hugging Mike as tight as he could without hurting the younger man. Harvey was pretty sure he knew what Mike's dream had meant; what his subconscious had been trying to warn him about. He had also already known the damage he would be doing to himself when he vowed to never tell Mike, so secretly he wished Mike wouldn't be able to interpret it. He pushed that thought from his mind though as he silently held Mike in his arms, knowing this would be the only time he could indulge himself in the younger man. Harvey fought off his own tears at the thought.

Before long Mike had fallen asleep in Harvey's arms, so he simply laid the younger man down under the covers before laying back down as well. He managed an hour or so of sleep before he gave up and got up to get ready for the day.

SUITS

Mike woke up in a hazy confusion. He didn't recognize where he was for a moment, making him panic, before remembering that he'd been staying on Harvey's couch. It took him a moment more to remember how he had ended up in the older lawyer's bed but when he remembered a slight smile crossed his face. He had never felt as safe as when he was wrapped in Harvey's arms earlier in the morning. However, the smile was short lived as his nightmare came back to him. He felt like he should know what it meant, but the harder he tried, the less sense it made. He gave up when Harvey came striding back into the room, already in a perfectly fitted suit.

With a smile that seemed off somehow, he greeted Mike. "Morning, Pup. You might want to start getting ready; we leave for the office in an hour." Harvey disappeared into his closet for a second before coming back out with two ties, throwing one toward Mike and adding, "You go shower and change and I'll have breakfast ready for when you are." Harvey smiled that smile again, Mike just couldn't tell what was off with it, before disappearing out the door.

Mike slowly got out of the bed, immediately missing its comfort and warmth the second he was standing, before making his way to the bathroom. He made sure it was nice and warm before getting in and making quick work of his shower was stepping back out only minutes later. As he changed into a suit he had picked up from home he found himself enjoying the smell that was left behind by the shower. It made him feel safe and relaxed. He only moved to look in the mirror as he straightened his tie, or rather Harvey's tie. Ruffling his hair slightly he turned and left the bathroom, headed toward the smell of coffee and bacon he assumed was coming from the kitchen.

Mike sat at the table quietly as he watched Harvey making breakfast, all his attention on the food in front of him. Shortly after Mike sat down at the table the older man starting whistling a slow and happy tune. Mike wasn't sure when he had gotten lost in the sound but found himself startled back into focus when it stopped abruptly. He looked up to see Harvey looking at him, an unreadable expression on his face. Finally, after a few moments Harvey started moving again, walking forward with two plates of food. He put one in front of Mike and beside it a steaming cup of coffee, before sitting down as well.

Mike sent Harvey a questioning look but either Harvey didn't see it, or he chose to ignore it, because he said nothing, and instead just started eating. After a moment Mike accepted he wasn't getting an answer and started eating as well.

For a moment Mike was worried that he had crossed a line the night before and that Harvey was now punishing him with silence but when he thought over the events he found nothing suggesting that. He hadn't made a single move until Harvey had offered it, so he figured it must just be something else. For a few more moments he thought maybe Harvey had converted back into the angry man he had been for months, but again he struck it down. Harvey wasn't acting like he was mad, and he also didn't look it. Mike frowned into his coffee as he realized if anything, Harvey looked kind of sad.

Mike was dragged from his musings though as Harvey quietly asked, "Are you feeling better today?" For a moment Mike just looked at Harvey. He had been feeling better but now Harvey's strange mood was troubling him. He didn't want to tell Harvey that though, so eventually he simply nodded his head. The rest of breakfast was in silence, as was cleaning up and getting ready to leave. By the time they walked through the door a heavy silence was between the two.