Haha, yes Mike is definitely shocked about this news of his surrogate mom and ad. Thanks for the reviews and follows! Next part is finally here, that's because this story seems to be coming in little ideas all over the place time wise, or are better for a later chapter. Anyway, enjoy :)

Chapter 11 – The postcard

Not if I have to live with you… Well you did marry a lawyer.

The words he had overhead were on overdrive in his head. He had completely forgotten what he was supposed to do and all he could focus on was the conversation annex fight his two friends just had. He trudged back through the hallway of the fiftieth floor, not paying attention to what was happening around him. He only realised his feet had dragged him into Rachel's office when she looked up to him and questioned him what was going on.

"I…, they –" he mumbled, still not sure on what it all meant.

"Mike, honey," Rachel started as she got out of her chair and walked towards the other side of her desk. "You're not really making sense," she tried. "Maybe you should sit down," she continued as gestured towards the chair and helped him sit down, before she leaned on her desk, "and slowly explain what has happened."

Mike looked up to his fiancée. His face still had question marks written all over it. "They … no, I … uh… I just heard something and I have no idea what it means," he mumbled. "What did you hear? And who are you talking about?" Rachel asked although she had a pretty good idea about whom Mike was talking and surely this couldn't be about his secret. Not again.

"Harvey and Donna. I was outside his office and the intercom was on," Mike started as he tried to put the information in chronological order before he would continue with his story. "Okay, so Harvey and Donna were talking about?" Rachel asked, curious as to where this was going. Normally she wasn't really the one to gossip or the one receiving the information, especially from Mike, but this contained her best friend and her boss and truth to be told, she had always been curious about their exact relationship.

"No, they were fighting about a marriage."

Rachel raised her eyebrows, "the two of them always talk or fight like a married couple," a small laugh escaping her lips as she thought about the two in question. "I know, I know," Mike answered as he nodded his head, "but this was different. It actually sounded as if they were fighting about their marriage."

"Their marriage?!" Rachel repeated, she had never heard of something like this before, "Mike, I know they slept together once, but I've known Donna for years. Don't you think she would have told me if they were actually married?" Mike thought about what Rachel had just told him and he knew she was right; Donna and Rachel had been best friends for over five years, but- "Wait, they crossed the line?" he mumbled as he repeated the first part of Rachel's answer in his head.

Rachel nodded, "but that was years ago, and why would they have kept their marriage a secret?" she asked. Mike's story wasn't making sense or she at least hoped so. Donna would have told her, wouldn't she. "Office politics," Mike guessed as he raised his shoulders, "I don't know, but both of them kept my secret from you, so it might be possible."

Rachel sighed and thought about the fight she had had with Donna over that. "I guess it is, but if you want to know for sure you should ask Harvey about it," she suggested. "Really. Ask Harvey," Mike fired back, "like he'd be willing to talk. He'll send me out of his office in less than a second. Why don't you ask Donna."

Rachel let her mouth drop, did he really just say she should ask Donna? "Because it was you who came with this crazy idea in the first place," she countered, "and I'm not going to put my friendship with Donna on the line for this. What made you think they were fighting about their supposed marriage anyways?"

Mike got out of his chair, "because Harvey said and I quote," he started putting up his best Harvey impression, "you did marry a lawyer." Rachel's face went white for a second and she swallowed. What if they were actually married. What if her friend had kept this information from her all this time… even after everything that happened with Mike. Why would Donna confess to sleeping with Harvey ten years ago if they were actually married now?

This whole story didn't make sense, but Rachel had an idea. "Okay, I know what you are going to do," she said firmly. Mike raised his eyebrows and crooked his had wondering what his fiancée could mean, they had already made clear that neither of them could go and ask their friends about this.

"You're going to do what you do best," Rachel started, "You're going to investigate this. Do the research, find the evidence and then we'll confront them about it." Mike nodded and gave Rachel a quick peck on the lips. "Find evidence," he repeated the words when he remembered it.

The postcard he had found after Harvey had made him pack his desk when he had to switch with Paul Porter's office. It had been in the bottom drawer on top of some file folder. The card was a photo of Donna on a beach, but he hadn't had the chance to read the note on the card or look at the folder it had been attached to, as Jessica had entered Harvey's office to inquire about his mentors whereabouts.

"The postcard," Mike thought out loud as he walked back through the hallways of the fiftieth floor.

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Harvey woke up and stretched his back, aching from sleeping on the black leather couch again. With his left side he leaned on the back rest of the chouch as he rubbed his eyes. Harvey had to blink twice at the sight of two very long and slim, but naked legs coming out of a towel in the corner of his eye as she walked from the bathroom to his bedroom.

His gaze lingered just a second too long on the shadow just above her knees. His mind immediately replaying the other time. How he had traced patterns between the freckles, how his lips had followed his fingers, the mole on her hip just above her panty line. The memories causing blood to rush down, "Ooh, shit!" he exclaimed as he let his head fall down.

"Everything alright?" he heard her voice coming from his bedroom. He let out a breath as he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands. He sighed again, staring at the New York skyline outside. "Yeah, there's nothing. Nothing," he sighed as he tried to block the inappropriate thoughts playing through his mind.

"Are you sure? You look a little –"

He nearly cringed as he felt her breath in his neck, he moved aside and saw her hovering above the couch. "Weird dream," he improvised as he looked at her walking towards the arm rest of the couch. "Okay, uhm … do you mind?" she continued as she leaned on it. "The zipper seems to be stuck."

His eyes followed her hand, fixing on the point where both sides of the zipper started. He moved towards her, he could feel his heart starting to beat faster and the memories were on reply yet again. Donna could sense him getting closer, his breath warming her neck. She nearly froze as his fingers dawdled just a second too long on her back as he moved her hair over her shoulder. His eyes lingered on the spot of her back that had just been covered by her auburn locks. No bra.

He swallowed as his right hand followed the edge of the fabric towards the beginning of the zipper. He gently pulled the zipper up, his body along with it, until he had closed the zipper and his chin was now hovering above her shoulder. Donna tried to control her breathing, something she experienced to be very troubling at the moment. She tried to look over her left shoulder without moving her head, as she felt his hands moving her hair back; she swore she could see him almost biting on his lip before he whispered 'perfect' just loud enough for her to hear.

Donna quickly got up from the couch and let out a breath. "Thanks," she whispered as she tried to control her breathing. "I'm off to see dr. Agard, I'll see you at the firm," she continued as she quickly put on her heels and left the apartment. The moment he heard the door fell shut Harvey let out a sigh and let himself fall back on the couch.

Shit.

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Mike walked over to Harvey's office and to his surprise he found it empty this morning. Harvey wasn't in yet and Mike released the same was true for Donna when he looked back over his shoulder to the cubicle of the redhead. Mike considered this to be a sign and entered his mentors office anyway, walking straight over to Harvey's desk.

The best place to start looking was of course where he had found it last time, so without hesitation he opened the bottom drawer. He went through the entire stack of paper and right at the bottom; there it was. The card, but this time without the folder. Mike turned the card around and read the message on the other side. It was clearly Donna's handwriting and all it said was: 'You booked the honeymoon suite, really?'