Harvey's finally 'getting it' in this chapter. Let the possessiveness run wild.

Disclaimer: I do not own Suits.

Trevor was a new constant in Mike's life and he pissed the shit out of Harvey. If Mike wasn't working, she was with Trevor, and if she was with Trevor, then she wasn't sleeping with Harvey and that was what irritated him. It wasn't as if he couldn't pick up another girl—he certainly can, and often did. It was just that with Mike, it was more of a challenge even though she always fell into bed with him. The banter, the dirty talk, her body, it was all appreciated by Harvey. He had long since stopped caring about the 'it shouldn't be happening' since it was not really happening anyway and when it did it was always good.

It seemed to Harvey that Trevor was trying to keep Mike away from him after work and sometimes even during work. He would drop by and wait for Mike and Harold downstairs to go to lunch down the street. He would come after work and take her back to his place or her place. Harvey would think that the two were sleeping together if Trevor wasn't in a committed relationship that was actually healthy. Some girl named Stephanie, Harvey was told; former addict herself and met Trevor at rehab. Mike told her boss that the girl was really nice and was a good fit for Trevor, even Trevor was happy. No, Mike and Trevor were not sleeping together but Mike was avoiding Harvey, that was apparent.

Harvey wasn't sure what was going on between them now. Mike was working hard, always focused and constantly told him she was fine even if she wasn't. She didn't want to disclose things to Harvey anymore; another thing he blamed Trevor for. It was like, he wasn't needed anymore. Mike got Trevor back and that was the end of Harvey being in the loop. He didn't want to say anything, lest he be accused of caring but…

But what? He was missing her? Missing the little snit waltzing in and out of his office like she owned it? Missing how she would insufferably accuse him of having a heart after each pro-bono case? Missing how she would tilt her head back to the sky when she was gloating, making everyone hear her? Missing how she would shoot back at him, verbally sparring with him, unafraid unlike all the other associates? Missing the crinkle in her nose when she laughed, the glittering blue of her eyes when she was happy? Missing the blush on her face when he teased her? Missing her soft lips melding against his as they kissed? Missing how her eyes glassed over when aroused? Missing the feel of her clothes on his bare chest, how soft her breasts were? Missing how well her body fit against his when he sank into her? Missing how she looked pressed into his bed, her body quivering from the pleasure he was giving her? Missing how she would bonelessly flop after her orgasm onto his sheets and finally, finally shut up?Missing her, him? He didn't…he wasn't…

He sighed. Maybe he was. Missing her he thought. The woman was always on his mind nowadays. The scent of her perfume drove him crazy and lingered in the room when she quickly breezed through it, making him hard the whole time and unable to get up out of his chair, for fear that Donna would notice. Okay, she already knew but he didn't want to confirm her suspicions. Not even Louis in a towel, or eghhh, with nothing on, did much to soften him. Because, of course, he would be reminded that Mike was in the locker room once with the other senior partner and that would lead Harvey's brain to think about Mike in a locker room, and then Mike in a towel and then Mike with nothing on and…see the problem?

Harvey couldn't understand the obsession he was having with Mike. They weren't exclusive and he liked it that way. He hadn't had an understanding relationship like this since…Scotty. Mike was no Scotty, not by a long shot; so he wasn't replacing the petite brunette with his tall associate. No, that wasn't it…it was like this; his body was just attracted to her body. And that was what the odd part was. His body was just attracted to women; it had always been, so now, why was his body being picky? Why did his body want to reject other, more beautiful women, in favor for his scrawny, plain-Jane associate? Was it because she was his associate? Possession was always a big kink of Harvey, one need look around his office to see that. Harvey couldn't understand it and it hurt his brain just trying to figure it out. Donna came in to jolt his brain from thinking just in time.

"Randolph Scarsdale is here." She told him. Harvey nodded wordlessly and stood, buttoning his blazer as he walked out the door. He quickly went down the hall to the waiting room and was met with the oddest sight to date. His client was there in the room, as was his associate, dutifully awaiting Harvey's presence into the room. That was fine but instead of files being in Mike's arms, those were on the table to the left of her, there was a baby.

"Aren't you adorable? Yes you are!" Mike cooed, poking the baby in the nose. It was wearing pink so Harvey deduced it was a girl, and it was lively, bouncing in Mike's lap playfully as the woman spoke, her voice practically singing and higher pitched than normal. "Bethany, hello Bethany." Mike continued, smiling brightly and leaning forward. Harvey was slightly touched at the sight, his heart clenching; it was either that or the two hotdogs he had for lunch retaliating against his body. The light from the windows weren't helping Harvey's eyes either. The woman was glowing as she played with the baby, the sunlight playing against her styled hair; bouncing blonde curls pulled back with a clip. Mike's eyes held that proud loving gaze that he vaguely remembered his mother giving to Alex, his brother, over the years. The blue irises sparkled and glittered in the sun as the baby gurgled, causing Mike to laugh. The laugh was what made the moment; it wasn't the sarcastic one she often used on Harvey, or the nervous twitter she gave around Jessica. No, this one was pure and light as if it was reserved for use with children, battered women and lost ones. This was her real laugh, the one she gave to people to make them feel better because it was so infectious that you couldn't help but laugh with her. Her mouth was pulled into a tooth-bearing smile, all her teeth glittering in their rows as she flashed them to the baby. The baby played with Mike's grey skinny tie, placing it on her head, over her eyes and in her mouth. Harvey grimaced at the treatment of the fabric, placing a comforting hand to his own, silently assuring that it would never receive treatment like that. Mike simply laughed that innocent laugh again and gently pulled her tie out of the baby's grasp and flattened it against her chest. The baby looked at Mike, eyes tearing up from the affront. Mike cooed and told the baby it was alright, pulling the whining girl to her chest, petting her hair while lightly singing in an ear, her body naturally rocking with the music. Mike was still smiling at the girl who was content against the warm body.

Harvey felt his insides churn as he watched, a forbidden thought crossing through his brain; that could be my child. Not the child in reality, since Harvey always used protection, but he thought that Mike could be a mother; she was a natural. Then he thought about her having a baby, a little boy or girl that looked like her. Then he thought about the father of her child, since Mike was the type of person who would like to have a child naturally, with a mom and dad, not a sperm donor. Then he thought about Mike and douche-guy and their baby and found himself getting angry and jealous. Mike deserved to have the best genes available for her baby, since it could gain her natural intelligence so therefore Harvey determined that no one but him could father a child with Mike since he had superior genes. And somehow that made his thoughts turn to thinking of Mike and douche-guy entwined in love's duet and it made his fists curl. No one should be privy to see Mike lose control and open up but him. Then he realized that there were other men privy to seeing Mike during sex and it pissed him off. He hoped the woman was using protection because he wouldn't want to see her left alone with another man's baby; no man would ever care for her as Harvey did, he wouldn't run out on his child.

These thoughts startled him; he had never considered settling down before, but that was exactly what he was thinking at this moment. Settling down with Mike and having children with her. It shocked him because here he was; thirty-nine and had been a confirmed bachelor for years, since he graduated law school, but now he was reconsidering it for this twenty-eight year old woman, his associate no less and all because she was playing with a baby? He was pathetic. Truly, and unequivocally pathetic. Mike caught his gaze and smiled at him. Harvey found himself smiling back and having a flash of a dream with Mike in the same position only holding a little blonde boy with chubby cheeks and bright brown eyes, the same smile on her face as she held the little boy. Harvey felt his heart stop and he held his breath. What the hell was wrong with him? He thought snapping out of his daze. Thankfully Randolph noticed that Mike noticed him and came over. Harvey quickly took the man back to his office and began their meeting, without Mike because he was watching one of her client's daughter while the client was in the bathroom cleaning something, Harvey hadn't paid any attention when Donna was telling him about it.

The meeting took longer than Harvey expected and Donna called him out on it.

"What were you thinking about in there? You should've wrapped that up ages ago." She commented to him closing the door behind her. She stepped over to his desk and propped her hands on her hips. Harvey looked at her before flipping the cover to his file closed.

"What are you talking about?" He asked her indifferently, holding back his real feelings. Donna cocked her eyebrow.

"Harvey, you said that the meeting wouldn't be that long. You took twice as long talking to him. You're distracted." Donna figured. Harvey's eyes darted to the folder.

"It's nothing."

"It's something all right." Donna sat in the chair at the head of the desk. "Is it Mike? Did you see her playing with the baby and wish she was playing with you?" Donna drawled seductively. Harvey rolled his eyes.

"Nope." He popped the 'p' for emphasis. Donna scoffed but then gazed at him for a moment.

"You really don't look good. Are you okay?" She asked leaning forward, suddenly very serious.

"I'm fine. Nothing wrong. And—hey, what are you doing?" Harvey asked sharply as Donna leaned over the desk and put a hand to his head. Harvey swatted at her hand and she responded by grabbing the hand and pushing a finger against his palm.

"You're clammy. Are you sick?"

"I'm fine, just a little hot."

"Uh huh. Humor me for a sec okay?" Donna said going around the desk and standing in front of Harvey turning the chair around to face her. Harvey sighed and leaned back, waiting until his assistant was finished with her little game. Donna had a perusing face on, reading his every expression.

"Now, don't hold back on me okay? I'm going to say a few things and I'm going to touch you, not inappropriately but I have to touch you." Donna explained. Harvey rolled his eyes.

"Just start Donna." He said wearily. Donna nodded.

"Mike." She said and placed a hand on his chest. Harvey stiffened and he felt his heart flutter. It had to have been the hotdogs, he repeated his earlier statement. Donna frowned but nodded. "Mike," she said again, leaving her hand against his chest. The flutter returned and this caused Harvey to frown. Maybe he had to go to the doctor; two irregular heart palpitations must require a doctor's visit right? "Michael," Donna said this time, using the associate's given name, Michelle. Harvey felt his heart twitch again and he groaned. Donna removed her hand and stepped back, placing her finger to her lips in thought. Harvey shifted in the seat, a little uncomfortable from her stare. Why did he suddenly feel so hot? His head was dizzy and his heart was beating faster. What the hell?

"You're in love with Mike." Donna concluded, her voice laced with shock. Harvey cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Really? Of all the things Donna, I thought I was having a heart attack!" Harvey snapped at her.

"You're lovestruck. You want her for more than just sex." Donna continued, ignoring his outburst.

"Donna, I am not in love with Mike. It's nothing, I just have indigestion."

"No Harvey, you don't have indigestion everyday when all you've eaten are hotdogs the entire day." Donna said pointedly.

"That's exactly what happens when all you eat are hotdogs, and what the hell are you talking about eating? I've been eating." Harvey's eyebrows were curved in, showing his confused feelings.

"No you haven't." Donna argued. "I've bought food for the past two weeks and you have barely eaten any of it. Margarita tells me that there is so much food in your fridge that she can't tell what is new or old. Therefore, you haven't been eaten at home." Donna told him.

"That doesn't mean shit Donna." Harvey pointed out.

"No, it really does. Because you see, it's not just the eating; it's the lack of sleep and concentration."

"I've been sleeping fine." Harvey protested.

"You're drinking three cups of coffee in the morning, before ten o'clock. That doesn't count the one you have at home before you get here." Donna pointed out.

"Are you my personal stalker?" He asked acrimoniously.

"It's called active research and I do it to everyone." Donna corrected him. "And when you're here, your brain isn't. Last week you forgot that you had a meeting with the other senior partners."

"You didn't remind me." Harvey shot back.

"Really? I reminded you that morning." Donna told him. "In front of Mike, this brings me to my next point. Mike."

"I'm going to love to see where this goes." Harvey said crossing his arms and legs.

"You're…happier when she's in here."

"Happiness? I don't do happiness."

"Well, then you're in a better mood." Donna murmured. Harvey scoffed again.

"So Mike makes me happier?" He asked her skeptically.

"Yes. Because when she's not here, you're depressed and angry."

"I am not."

"You threw a stapler at Louis."

"He deserved it."

"And a plastic sharpener at Jessica."

"She was out of the room."

"And you made me cry."

"Oh bull shit."

Donna sighed at their back and forth. "The point is…you are more pleasant to be around when Mike is around. You're also more put together nowadays. Not that you aren't already but now it seems like you're dressing to kill."

"I take that as a compliment,"

"I think you're preening."

"I'm not a bird."

"That's my argument," Donna said finality.

"That's it, Donna…you're saying the reason I've been unbearable is because of Mike? That I'm in love with her?" Harvey asked beginning to laugh out loud. He couldn't stop his laughter from becoming loud. He clutched at his sides, his breathing becoming short. Donna narrowed her eyes at him.

"It's not funny." She said angrily.

"Oh, yes it is." Harvey gasped out. "Donna, I don't fall in love."

"You don't because no one appeals to you. She does."

"Donna, you need to leave before I bust a seam." Harvey choked out, tears developing in his eyes. Donna pursed her lips and nodded.

"Okay…you win…" She said turning around. She got to the door and threw it open and then turned back to Harvey. "So I can tell Mike to go ahead and bring her friend Trevor to the charity ball on Saturday." Donna said walking out. That stopped his laughter dead in its tracks. He stiffened and glared at the red head as she sat down. Harvey glared at the intercom for a moment before picking up the receiver.

"Don't do that. She's going with me." Harvey ordered slamming the phone down on the cradle. He then leaned back and placed his index finger against his lips, thinking for a moment. He then shot up and walked out of the room, ignoring Donna's stare.

He walked into the bullpen and saw Mike was there, reading something on her desk. Harvey stomped over, gracefully of course and stood at the cubicle wall.

"Harvey, I'm working on those files right now. I'll bring them in…" She began, not lifting her head in favor of reading the lines of text in front of her.

"Don't worry about it. You have more pressing matters." Harvey told her boldly.

"Your meeting went that badly?" She asked meeting his gaze.

"It was fine. I was just under the impression that you don't have a dress for the ball on Saturday, Cinderella." Harvey drawled, pleased to be in character.

"I have a dress." Mike said looking back down at the papers, realizing the conversation was going to be trivial at best and she might as well continue working.

"You do?" Harvey managed to not sound too surprised.

"Yeah, a nice red cocktail dress." She told him.

Harvey's jaw almost fell. "A…coc…cocktail dress?" Harvey asked her. Mike nodded slowly, wondering what the matter with that was. "No, no, this isn't your cousin's wedding, this is a ball, you don't wear cocktail dresses." Harvey told her sharply, causing her head to pop up.

"So…what?" She asked lamely. Harvey rolled his eyes.

"You're going to leave those and get up. We're going shopping." Harvey told her. Mike's eyes widened.

"You and I are going shopping for a dress…and what do you know about buying dresses?"

"Jack shit, but that's what the people in the shop are for. I just have to sit there and wait for you. You're going with me so I'd like to know what you're wearing." Harvey told her. Mike just stared. "Come on." He whispered moving to the door. Mike stood and grabbed her messenger bag following behind.

Ray quickly brought them to an expensive looking shop on Fifth Avenue. Mike gulped as she looked into the store. She felt out of place next to Harvey in her skirt and shirt walking into the room. This is how Julia Roberts felt in Pretty Woman, she thought as she shuffled next to Harvey, hiding her face from the stares of the shop-women. Harvey quickly outlined what he needed, commanding the room as usual and Mike was whisked away to the back in order to be poked and prodded by the women. Harvey sat on a cushy couch as Mike was pushed into different dresses. She would turn to Harvey for an opinion and so far they have all been negative. Red dresses were too sharp on her skin. Peach dresses looked too pale. He hated any shade of green on her and yellow as well. The purples were close but what he wanted to see was blue. And there was blue. A ton of blues that were varying shades that Mike didn't even know existed. She kept her mouth shut as she was zipped and pulled and pushed and yanked everywhere. She was exhausted as she stepped out each time to show Harvey and he would tell that he hated it. She was dejected and was angry; what the hell was she doing here? She could be working and doing something productive instead of being here wasting time trying on dresses that Harvey hated. She loudly proclaimed this sentiment after Harvey sent back a tea length bright blue dress that Mike adored.

Harvey had sighed. "You're going with me. Therefore your dress must be up to my standards. You are—"

"A reflection of me." She said with him rolling her eyes. As if she hadn't heard that fifty million times before.

"This isn't working." He said wearily. "You're just too plain looking for modern dresses. That's it."

"What's it?" Mike called out after having her breast smashed into a padded cup painfully.

"You're too plain. You need vintage." He said the words to the woman next to him who nodded and scurried off to the back to find the vintage dresses. Mike sighed and placed her head next to the door wishing she could smash her face into door frame. A slew of new dresses came at her and the process began again. This time they were getting close because Harvey actually considered some of the dresses as she came out. He still sent her back, claiming that it wasn't perfect for her. Mike grumbled and shifted the large amount of fabric across the floor. It was difficult enough since she was tall to find something good, but she was also skinny as hell. Double whammy.

Mike sighed as she stepped out for yet another time. She braced herself for the rejection so she didn't move too far away from the door; the dresses were heavy. This time, she didn't hear the clicking of Harvey's tongue or a sharp sigh. There was silence. She looked over to her boss and saw he was blankly staring at the dress on her body.

"Come here." He told her, pointing to the raised platform. Mike glided over to the podium and Harvey helped her up. She looked into the mirror. The dress itself was a deep midnight blue color and reached to the tops of her feet. The thin straps were embellished with rhinestones that lead to the valley between her breasts and wrapping around the undercurve of her bust. The bust and waist was cinched and pleated together, wrapping around her midsection like a glove. The dress clung down against her hips and gave her a little oomph around her non-existent hips. The fabric then flowed down her legs and drifted at her feet when she walked giving her an ethereal look. Harvey's hands ghosted over the rhinestone straps that crisscrossed under her protruding shoulder blades. He was examining her as if she were a court document; with an intense and unforgiving gaze. Mike straightened involuntarily under his scrutiny.

"I think we have a winner." He whispered as his large hands lightly glided against her waist, feeling the pleats shift under his fingers. Mike's breath hitched as he touched. Mike nodded at his statement and started down off the platform, being stopped by his touch on her forearm. "Uh, uh…you're not princess. They need to fit the dress on you." Harvey told her, a gleam of amusement in his eyes when Mike slumped in frustration.

And that glee remained evident on his face as he watched the seamstresses poking and prodding at Mike for the next half-hour.

Anyone else agree that Harvey would be the best gay best friend to go shopping with? Next chapter is this party they go to and all the shenanigans that follow. I seem to like that word. See you all Wednesday.

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