This one's a little silly and a little different. Line at the end is courtesy of Sir Patrick J. Adams.
Also, big thank you to everyone who has read, reviewed, and screamed about this on twitter. 40 chapters and no end in sight. I'm truly floored by the response to my crazy ramblings.
It's barely 7 o'clock on a Saturday when Mike gets the call.
The relentless ringing rouses him from sleep and he leans over Rachel to grab the device, already annoyed.
"Hello?"
"407?" An angry voice barks, and Mike yanks the phone away sharply, frowning.
"Sorry?"
"Apartment 407?"
Mike scratches his head. It takes a minute for the words to reach his brain.
"Uh, yes, but I think you —"
"Next time you want to fuck your girlfriend in plain sight, close the goddamn door."
The line clicks.
"Who's that?" Rachel groans, tossing an arm over her head.
Mike stares at the screen, stupefied. "Someone from our old apartment."
"The new tenant?"
It's this groggy comment that shines light on the man's complaint, and Mike's face breaks out into a grin.
"One second." He's already dialing Harvey.
———
Harvey answers on the third ring, unsurprisingly chipper.
Mike is blunt. "Here's a question."
"Nice to hear from you, too." Harvey bites into his bagel, lounging on the couch while he waits for Donna to get out of the shower.
"You sold my apartment, right?"
Harvey's chewing slows considerably.
"Yeah." He balls up his tinfoil and shoots it into the trash.
"Funny, because I just got a complaint from my neighbor."
"Oh, yeah?"
"I'll pass it along, so you can let the new tenant know, alright?"
"Sure. Shoot."
Mike clears his throat. "'The next time you wanna fuck your girlfriend in plain sight, close the goddamn door.'"
Harvey splutters, grappling for words.
"When I said 'get a room,' I meant your own," Mike jabs before hanging up, huge smirk plastered on his face.
Yeah, he'll never let Harvey live this down.
