Okay, I know this is a seriously short chapter, and it's doubly evil of me, especially since I made you all wait a day for it. But, honestly, the next part just doesn't go with this one. So, yeah, sorry. I just want to once again thank everyone who takes and has taken the time to review. I really enjoy everyone's comments and look forward to them. I think I'm getting really close to the ending. I know I've said that before, but really, it's not my fault when Kyle takes over and forces my hand. What a jerk...So, shutting up now. Enjoy this little tidbit. It's actually really important, so pay attention!

Harvey marched down the hallway in search of Donna. She would know where Frank was, and the security man better know where that bastard with a gun was. Harvey wanted the honor of getting that son of a bitch, himself. Mike was Harvey's responsibility, and any threats to his person were threats to Harvey. And no one threatened him.

He ignored Mike's calls to stop until he was physically forced to. Mike had run in front of him and each attempt to sidestep his associate was aggravatingly unsuccessful.

"Mike," Harvey warned with a growl.

Mike paled a bit, but didn't move. Harvey could still see the fear clear in his eyes, could still see Mike pathetically curled up on the floor, begging Harvey not to hurt him.

"Harvey, he has a gun. I think we should just call the police."

Harvey glared at Mike. "Fine. After I kill him, we can call the police." He hadn't felt this angry since the Clifford Danner case, when Mike had somehow stopped him from beating confessions out of people. His own anger surprised him, but he didn't care. He was too furious to care.

"Harvey, you're not thinking rationally!" Mike said, hands out pleading. Harvey shoved Mike aside and walked past him.

Mike grabbed his sleeve, though, forcing him to stop. "Harvey. Don't do anything stupid."

Harvey smiled menacingly at him. "I never do anything stupid. That's Louis's department."

"This isn't really time for jokes. We should call the police. The real police. To deal with the real gun."

Harvey suddenly realized that Mike wasn't going to leave him alone. And Harvey couldn't eviscerate anybody if caring, amnesiac Mike was there tagging along. It wasn't safe for either of them, and Harvey promised that no one would lay a finger on Mike anymore. He needed to get rid of him fast—for his own protection.

He used all he could think of at the moment—his anger.

"Go home, Mike," Harvey said suddenly, stopping to whirl on his associate.

Mike was so surprised, all he managed to say was, "Wha—?"

"Go home. You've gotten yourself in enough trouble for one day, and I can't afford to babysit you anymore." Harvey's anger was clear, and it drove into Mike like daggers. He could see the wounded look in his eyes.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, confused and disbelieving. "You haven't been 'babysitting' me!" He spit the word out with pure anger, and Harvey's stomach churned. But if he wanted Mike safe and out of the way, he had no choice.

He let his voice turn cold with the rage he felt, and directed its full force at Mike. If he wanted him gone, he'd have to press until it hurt. "I'm talking about how I've had to watch you all day, when I have better things to do, like actually work! I'm talking about how you seem to always get yourself into the worst kind of trouble, and I'm always left to clean up your mess! I'm talking about how, thanks to your incompetence, simple file retrieval has somehow landed us with an amnesiac moron who gets threatened by a man with a gun! So go home, and stay out of the way!" Mike just stared at him in shock, and Harvey seized the opportunity to leave, walking away and leaving him behind.

For a minute, he allowed himself to feel guilty, but he quickly forced it down. It was worth it if it kept Mike safe.

Again, sorry for the shortness. I did post it early...It's still Tuesday for me...