Frozen

It's wintertime - but doesn't have to be before Christmas, like maybe after Christmas - when Mike falls into icy waters. He can't grab onto anything because the ice breaks easily. Harvey has to find him in time before Mike dies. Do you think you can maybe not have Mike being save at a hospital, but have Harvey, himself, save him by using body heat or something? that would be great.

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10:30am

Mike was pissed. It was three days after Christmas, and he had yet to spend time with his grandmother. It seemed like ever since he started working for Harvey, he never got to do anything but work. Well, he knew that going in, he would have a limited social life, but he had no idea how much longer his Grammy had left to live. And driving three hours north on a Saturday morning to go ice fishing with a client was a waste of his time…even if they were talking about business. It was more important than being with family according to Harvey; easy for the man to say, he barely had any. The blonde sighed, looking out the window of the car at the snow covered land. Even if the sun was peeking out from behind the clouds, it was still about twenty degrees with windchill. It didn't help that he didn't have any winter clothes; he was wearing two long sleeve shirts and hooded fleece jacket with thin gloves. Harvey had given him a weird look when he got in the car and Mike prayed that he wouldn't freeze to death by the end of the day.

Great Sacandaga Lake was huge and known for their ice fishing, camping, and year round lodging. Their client, Ray Stanley, was all the way up in Northville which was pretty much in the middle of nowhere. Apparently it was the "secret spot" for all the fish that not many people knew about. It was so secret that there was no way to know about the warnings for thin ice patches.

"Hello, boys, glad you could make it!" Ray smiled as he met them at the top of the road in his jeep. "Let's head down and get started shall we? The fish are jumping today!"

Harvey shook the client's hand with a smirk as did Mike before hugging himself tightly, shivering against the wind.

"Mr. Ross, you must be freezing with just that jacket on," Ray said, slapping the younger man on the shoulder before they all got into the car.

"Y-Yeah…a bit. Not m-much of a winter person." He glanced at Harvey who just rolled his eyes.

"Well, luckily we'll be in a warm hut in just a few minutes."

When the men got to the shack, they filed in and sat down in chairs around a large hole with three fishing poles held up by metal rod holders. It was a nice set up; Mike didn't think ice shacks could look this fancy. Then again, their client was rich. It had a wood stove, flatscreen television, a small fridge and a couple couches. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

After an hour, things were going pretty well. Mike even managed to catch a few fish. Harvey was impressed, too, surprisingly.

"Maybe you're not a hopeless case," he laughed, and Mike just shook his head. Another hour passed and Mike was starting to get toasty, not to mention he really wanted to check in with his grandmother. While Harvey and Ray were talking about work, Mike silently dismissed himself and went outside. It was darker than it was before, even though it was only half past noon. The storm clouds were hovering over and blocking the sun while the wind was picking up, little snowflakes swirling in the air. He hoped they would be leaving soon. There would be no way they'd be able to get back to Manhattan if there was a blizzard. Sighing, Mike pulled out his phone and squinted at the screen.

"Of course." There was no cell service. He was not really surprised; the trees were probably blocking the reception and the weather certainly didn't help. He held up his phone and began walking around, hoping to get at least one bar to send a text. Mike was so focused on the phone that he didn't realize he was walking straight for a weak spot in the ice.

"Come on, come on."

All of a sudden, the ice gave out from underneath him and his phone flew out of his hand. Mike barely had time to shout before plunging into the water below. The second he went under, the mind-numbing cold water made his limbs uncooperative and heavy. It felt like a million little razor blades were slicing his skin and the air was being sucked out of his lungs just before going under. The light from the hole above him was dim and he thrashed his legs, propelling him back up for heavenly oxygen. When Mike surfaced, he gasped frantically, desperately splashing while trying to grab onto something…anything. He wanted to scream…call out to Harvey, but his lungs began to seize up. Every time he tried to breathe, he would take in a mouthful of water. Choking, he jerked his legs so that his head would stay above the surface. Mike dragged his arms up and tried to grab ahold of the ice, but his clothes were weighted down, making it nearly impossible, not to mention he had no feeling in his hands. After a minute, he finally managed to grab the edge and attempt to pull himself out. But the second he put any weight on it, the thin ice broke, sending him back in. The blonde cried, his motions growing sluggish and his vision starting to tunnel. He was in so much pain and he knew that it was only a matter of time before he didn't have the energy to fight. With one last surge of adrenaline, he shouted part of Harvey's name before sinking underneath the water for the final time. He screamed, bubbles floating up and out to fresh air. The air he longed for and would never have again. His lungs burned and before he could stop himself, he took in a breath, swallowing water. And each time he tried to expel it, he just ended up inhaling more. His sodden clothes made everything heavy and the cold made him weak and tired. Mike's vision got darker, the light above him just the size of a penny. He tried to use whatever strength he had left to stop himself from sinking, but his legs only twitched. He was drowning…sinking and no one would know before it was too late.

~+SUITS+~

Harvey checked his watch with a frown. Mike had been gone for a pretty long time and he was kind of annoyed. The kid knew more about some of the paperwork than he did, and he was avoiding the topic until the younger man came back. Rolling his eyes, Harvey kept his focus on the fishing pole. It was only when he thought he heard a sound…something that sounded like his name did he turn his head. He thought about brushing it off, but then something in his gut told him to go out.

"I'll be right back, Ray, I'm gonna see what's taking him so long."

"No worries, Harvey."

Harvey bobbed his head, pulling on his coat and walking outside. The cool air was a refreshing change from the warm shack. The clouds were a little dark and there was a light snow starting to fall, but he wasn't too worried about it; he figured they'd be done within the next hour and be out of here before it started to get bad. Now, to find his associate…but he was nowhere to be seen. Brow furrowing, he scanned the barren area. Nothing.

"Mike?" He started walking around and that's when he saw it. The kid's phone…but no Mike. His heart pounded as he moved closer…and then he saw the human sized hole in the ice with water splashing onto the surface and some bubbles floating to the top. He suddenly put two and two together, realizing anyone's worst fear. Mike had fallen in, and he wasn't coming up.

"No!" He slipped over to the hole, dropping to his knees near the edge and laying on his stomach. A thin layer of ice already began forming over the opening and he slammed his fist through to break it apart. "Mike!" The ice creaked and he held his breath for a moment, praying it wouldn't collapse under his weight. That was the last thing they both needed. Gazing into the water, he swore underneath his breath; he couldn't see anything, why couldn't he see anything? How far had Mike sunk? How long had he been under? Harvey was beginning to freak out. This couldn't be happening right now. What was he supposed to do? What if Mike was gone forever? Breathing heavily and frozen to the bone- and not just because of the weather- he tried to think of a plan. He refused to believe that the kid was dead. He would never forgive himself. Fuck, Mike wanted to stay in the city with his grandmother and he dragged the blonde up here basically against his will. If he hadn't, the kid would be safe. Harvey swallowed thickly, knowing what he had to do. He refused to believe Mike was dead…not on his watch.

"Ray!" He yelled. "Ray, I need you out here, call 911! Mike fell in the water!"

Without waiting to see if the client heard him, Harvey took a deep breath before sticking his head in the water. His whole face stung immediately and the shock of it almost took his breath away. But he didn't let it. Mike needed him to focus. Blinking open his eyes, he was met with mostly darkness…until he saw his associate's bright blue jacket and blonde hair, floating just beyond reach. The older lawyer's heart thudded against his chest fearfully. Mike wasn't moving…why wasn't he moving? His face was pale, and no bubbles were coming out from his partially open mouth which meant he wasn't breathing. Oh god. He choked and raised his head out of the water, gasping and sputtering for air. Ray was, thankfully, outside now, shouting something, but he couldn't hear what it was. The blood was rushing through his ears and all he could think about was getting Mike the hell out of here. Preparing himself, Harvey dunked back in along with his arm, trying with all his might to reach out to the blonde. He was so close; and even though his fingers were stiff and frozen, he could feel the fabric brush the tips. Not only did he have to get the boy, but also focus on not falling in himself. That would just prove deadly for both of them even with the client there and especially when the temperature was starting to drop. Inching forward just a little bit more, Harvey finally was able to grasp Mike's jacket and pull him up, curling his fingers more painful than it should be. Using all the energy he possessed, Harvey yanked hard on the collar and a moment later, Mike's head appeared above the surface. The sight of him almost made Harvey's heart stop. His skin was tinted gray, his lips alarmingly blue, eyelids purple and his body limp. "Mike?" When he received no response, it scared him. It wasn't good. Willing himself to move faster, Harvey pulled, but almost lost his grip. Mike began to slide back in; the brunette growled, determined not to lose his kid. In the corner of his eye, he could see Ray wanted to help, but it was too dangerous. Too much weight and they could all fall in…they could all die. Grunting loudly, Harvey brought his other hand over, gripped the younger man's bicep, and pulled Mike's dead weight out of the hole, immediately dragging him towards studier ground. They fell into a heap, but Harvey wasted no time rolling to his knees and hovering over Mike's lifeless form.

The kid was soaked to the bone, his blonde hair dark and plastered to his head. He almost looked like a corpse…and maybe he was. "Mike? Mike!" He slapped the man's face before stroking his cheek with his thumb. His skin felt like frozen rubber, his eyelids, and lips now a dark tint of purple. "Mike, answer me dammit!" But the boy was completely unresponsive, and he wasn't breathing which freaked Harvey out even more. If he wasn't breathing did that mean…He hastily pulled off his waterlogged gloves, throwing them to the side and pressing trembling fingers against Mike's throat. He waited silently, the panic building with each second he didn't feel a pulse. Why couldn't he feel a damn pulse?!

"No, no, no, no. Please no," he whispered. This couldn't be happening. He unzipped the blonde's jacket and pressed his ear to the younger man's chest, praying for a sound. But there was nothing…just a dreadful silence. Dead. Mike was fucking dead. His worst fears had come true. "Fuck!" He sat up, interlocking his hands and positioning them over the boy's heart. He started compressions, pressing down hard and fast and trying to ignore the bending and cracking of Mike's ribs. He would deal with that later.

"Ray…did you call 911?" He shouted breathlessly while counting in his head.

"There's no reception out here, Harvey. We have to get closer to land."

"Shit! Come on Mike! Don't do this…don't fucking do this. Wake up dammit!" When he got to thirty, he turned to Mike's head, tilting it back and pinching his nose shut. He covered the blonde's mouth with his, blowing two large breaths into the man's lungs. He had to believe he wasn't too late; he refused to believe he was too late. Mike couldn't be dead right now, he just couldn't be. God, the kid's lips were so cold. How was he gonna get him warm after this? Harvey returned to the compressions, gritting his teeth together with determination. He was cold also; he could barely feel his face or hands and the snow blowing around him wasn't making it any better.

"Where's the nearest hospital?"

"Forty minutes, Harvey, but the storm is getting worse. An ambulance might not be able to get here in time if at all."

One fucking problem after the other. The kid needed a hospital…that is if he got him breathing again. "Mike…come back…please come back." I can't lose you. When he finished the second round, he checked for a pulse and was still meet with silence. Harvey choked, knowing that something other than lake water was blurring his vision. Two more breaths. Back to compressions.

"Oh god…please don't take him. Please don't take him…not like this," he muttered, trying not to lose his composure in front of the client even though he had a right to. "Breathe, Mike! Breathe!" He didn't know how much time had passed, but he was becoming desperate. His blood ran cold, his stomach was twisting, and his heart was beating wildly against his chest. If Mike died today, he would never get over it; his own life would be destroyed. It was funny; he couldn't imagine a life without the kid even though they had only known each other for a year. Mike had grown on him…he was family. Give me a second chance.

Suddenly, he heard a faint gurgling and Mike's body shuddered underneath his hands. Water bubbled out of his mouth, dribbling down his chin before he started to gag and choke. Harvey gasped and reacted quickly, rolling the blonde on his side, and slapping the middle of his back with the heel of his palm. "Let it out, kid, you're okay…just let it out." He closed his eyes briefly, sending a silent thank you to the skies. The boy's body trembled violently as he expelled tons of water and vomit onto the ice for several long minutes. Listening to Mike wheeze and cry, struggling to take in all the oxygen his lungs had lost, broke the older lawyer's heart. By the time the associate had finished, Harvey couldn't hold back, gathering the man tightly into his arms. He let out a shaky breath, resting his cheek on top of Mike's head. The boy was still shivering badly, no doubt had severe hypothermia and had to get him warm as soon as possible, but at this very second he was content with being here, Mike alive in his arms.

"Don't fucking do that to me again, kid. Jesus Christ, are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

The blonde moaned, weakly gripping Harvey jacket in his quivering fingers. "C-Cold. M's-so…c-cold…H-Harv." His voice was barely audible, and the brunette knew the kid was barely hanging onto consciousness. Mike whimpered as the wind and snow slapped his face and Harvey held him tighter, tucking the associate's head further into his chest.

"Shh, it's okay. You're gonna be okay. I'm gonna get you out of here, I promise." He raised his head and he saw the client standing by, looking scared, sad, and shocked. Probably wasn't expecting something like this to happen. None of them were.

"Ray, he needs help. I don't care where, but he needs to get warm now."

The man nodded. "I have a cabin here. If we can just get him to the car, we should be able to make it there before the storm covers the roads completely."

Harvey swallowed and looked down at his associate. His eyes were shut, and he could feel his body going limp. "Mike." The blonde flinched sluggishly, his eyelids flickering, but not fully opening. "Mike, did you hear that? We have to get to the car, okay? Can you stand?"

The associate moaned, his head drooping. He was so tired. He just wanted to sleep; then maybe he wouldn't feel so cold. Jesus, why was he so cold?!

"Come on kid, stay with me," Harvey's tone sharp. "Can you stand?"

Unable to get out any words, Mike just nodded, attempting- and failing- to help Harvey and Ray get him to his feet. He felt like a newborn calf, unable to keep his legs from folding underneath his weight. Harvey swore, draping one of Mike's arm around his own shoulder, Ray doing the same on the other side.

"Okay, let's get the hell out of here," Harvey said, squinting against the billowing snow. The wind was picking up and the temperature was dropping fast; if they all didn't freeze to death before the made it to the cabin, much less the car, it would be a miracle. By the time they reached land, the two older men were pretty much carrying Mike, the blonde being dragged more than supporting himself. The boy was getting heavy in their arms and it was only a matter of time before he completely lost consciousness if he hadn't already. Once they reached the jeep, Mike was slid into the back, Harvey following and letting his associate rest in his lap. Ray got into the front, starting the engine, and cranking up the heat.

"We'll be at the cabin in ten minutes," Ray said, slowly driving through the thickening snow. Harvey looked down at Mike's colorless face. He was wheezing, coughing, and shivering intensely, his eyes barely open to slits and Harvey knew what was happening. He was dying.

"Hurry."

~+S+~

With Mike's now unconscious body cradled in his arms, Harvey burst into the cabin behind Ray.

"I'll turn up the heat. There's a guest room down the hall in the back with a woodstove already going," the client said breathlessly. "I got some extra clothes and blankets I can bring you in a moment."

Harvey nodded wordlessly, going straight to the back, and lying the blonde on the large queen bed. It looked comfortable and warm…he just hoped it would be enough. He went to the stove, tossing a few logs inside before beginning the task of getting Mike warm. First things first: get him dry. The brunette pressed his lips together, staring at his alarmingly still associate just as Ray brought in tons of blankets, towels, two pairs of large sweatpants and sweatshirts.

"Okay, kid. You better not wake up, because this is about to get awkward." He started with the man's jacket, pulling it off his shoulders and peeling the sleeves away. Then were the two shirts that were nearly frozen to the boy's skin. He moved to Mike's boots, swearing under his breath when the knots of the laces were nearly impossible to untie. It didn't help that his own fingers still had no feeling. After a few moments, he managed to pull both shoes and socks off, throwing them into a heap in the corner with the other clothes. And now came the hard part. Swallowing back the embarrassment burning in his chest, Harvey unbuttoned Mike's waterlogged pants and yanked them, along with his boxers, down to his ankles and off his legs. He clenched his jaw, and tore his gaze away, not wanting to see how naked and vulnerable looking his associate was. Harvey quickly took a towel and dried him off before redressing him with the warm clothes. He did the same and then dragged Mike up to the top of the bed, bundling him tightly beneath the covers, throwing four more blankets on and tucking them around his shoulders. And all this time, the boy hadn't moved; it was really starting to worry him. He leaned forward, checking for a pulse again. Sluggish, but there. God, he hated how waxy Mike's skin felt…how blue his lips were.

"Mike," he whispered, running his fingers through the damp stringy hair. "Come on, kid, wake up. Say something…please."

The younger man remained silent, besides the shallow, forced wheezing and chattering teeth. Harvey was scared and that was rarely and feeling he ever had. Mike was in bad shape and even though they were away from the harsh weather, it could take hours for the blonde's temperature to go up. Hours that he didn't have. The kid needed a hospital, but for right now, they were shit out of luck. Feeling exhaustion start to dawn on him, Harvey rubbed his eyes and got underneath the covers. He brought Mike's stiff and cold body up to his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around him while letting the man's head rest in the crook of his elbow. He hoped this helped. "I can't lose you, kid. Donna can't lose you. And what about your grandmother? Jesus, you should've been with her right now. I'm sorry for all of this. Once you get better, I promise things will change. I'll let you have more time off…though I should've been more lenient about it. She's the only part of your family you have left. But if you can hear me," he glanced down, Mike's face as pale and emotionless as it had been ten minutes ago, "I hope you can hear me. You're my family, Mike. You and Donna, you mean a lot to me and losing either one of you would kill me. Don't tell Donna I said that though." Sighing, Harvey placed his hand over Mike's forehead before resting back against the wall and closing his eyes. This was going to be a long evening.

~+SUITS+~

2:42pm

Harvey was sweating, but the lifeless form still shivering in his arms meant Mike was nowhere near warm. He tightened his grip, fixing the sheets a little higher on the two of them. The color was starting to return to Mike's skin, but each time Harvey checked the younger man's pulse, it was still weak, and his breathing was raspy. Ray had come by twenty minutes ago, saying he was going to brave the storm and walk to the nearby convenience store to grab some supplies since the hospital was still out of the question. The brunette sighed, glancing at the wall clock and then down at his associate. He smiled softly; this kid was a piece of work.

"Did I ever tell you I fell through the ice once? I mean, not nearly as bad as you and it was a bit more embarrassing than serious. I was trying to show off to a girl…typical, huh? Anyways, this other kid liked the same girl as I did and we both claimed we could skate the fastest. Long story short, I was ahead until I hit a thin spot. Thankfully, it wasn't as deep or as cold that day, but damn, I was drenched. Everyone laughed at me, I had to go home, and that other guy got my crush. Boy, my mom was so mad; I even got sick three days later." He chuckled and shook his head, unconsciously stroking Mike's neck with his thumb.

More time passed and the kid seemed to be getting a little better. Not good, but not bad either. He still wasn't showing any signs of waking up, his lips were still blue, his skin was clammy, and the shadows around his eyes made it look like he had two shiners. Their client returned, bringing a heating pad to put underneath the covers, and some soup and juice for later. Pretty soon, two and a half hours passed, and Harvey was getting anxious. Why wasn't Mike waking up? Did he hit his head? Had he been too late? The blonde's heart had stopped for nearly three minutes, but he had been talking earlier. That meant he was okay, right?

"Come on, Mike," he whispered. "Wake up already. You're scaring me."

Three hours finally ticked by and just when Harvey was thinking of risking driving to the hospital in this weather, Mike finally twitched sluggishly in his arms. His muscles contracted, adjusting to the warmth before shifting slowly.

"Mike? Hey, can you hear me?" He tapped the man's face gently. "Mike."

The blonde hummed, his head rolling on Harvey's arm. It took few minutes, but the kid's eyes finally started to flicker open.

Mike felt like shit. His chest was killing him and there was a slight chill running through his bones. Wherever he was, it was comfortable and warm…safe. His eyelids became heavy and he almost let himself sink back into oblivion when a deep, soft voice above him pulled him out.

"Mike?"

Was that Harvey? Where the hell was he? He couldn't be home; there was no way Harvey would be there unless…shit, maybe he was late for work. Oh man, he was so fucked. He tried to move, but his limbs were so heavy, and it felt like something was wrapped around his arms. He whimpered, feeling constricted.

"Hey, Mike, it's okay. It's Harvey, I got you. Just look at me."

The younger man blinked, the room coming into focus. Woodstove, wooden walls, and a huge bed. Where was he? Why was he in a bed? He looked up and saw none other than Harvey Specter staring down at him. Why was Harvey in a bed with him?! He opened his mouth attempting to speak, but nothing came out. He coughed harshly, wincing as pain flared up in his ribs.

"Where m'I? Wha's…g-goin' on? H-Harv…vey," he slurred. He was so confused.

"Relax, kid, just relax. We're at the client's cabin."

"Cl-Client?"

"Ray, remember? We came up north to go ice fishing with him."

Mike shook his head and closed his eyes. "Why…m'I so c-cold? Why…are y-you holding m-me?"

Harvey frowned, though he shouldn't be surprised that Mike didn't remember a thing. That was one of the symptoms of hypothermia. Memory loss.

"You decided to go swimming in the middle of a lake during a snowstorm."

Mike frowned. "Huh?" He couldn't think straight; his head was pounding.

"You fell through the ice and into the lake. You…you almost died."

The blonde shivered at this information. "I…I did? I don't…I can't r-remember anything, Ha-Harvey."

"Take it easy, Mike. Don't get worked up. I'll tell you, alright?"

"Is that w-why…I'm we-wearing different cl-clothes?" Mike shivered after the brunette finished retelling the incident. He was actually feeling comfortable in Harvey's arms as weird as it was.

Harvey cleared his throat. "Yeah…you were hypothermic…nearly dead. I did what I had to do."

Mike yawned, sinking deeper under the covers. He was so tired. "You s-saved me?"

"You can't get out of work that easily," Harvey joked.

The blonde snorted, closing his eyes. "Jus' don't t-tell…anyone…y-you saw…"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Trust me, that's an image I've already erased from my brain." But the image of a frozen, pale, dead, Mike would forever be scorched into his mind. It would be in his nightmares and he knew it would be ages before he could make it go away. He almost lost the kid today and the reality of that was unsettling.

"M'tired," Mike slurred, his body going limp.

Harvey let out a shuddering sigh. He was reluctant to let the man fall back asleep, worried that he might not wake up again, but it seemed inevitable. Mike was already drifting off.

"Okay…go to sleep."

Mike didn't need telling twice, unconsciously turning his head into Harvey's chest, letting out a deep exhale before succumbing to exhaustion. The older lawyer smiled and after about ten minutes, he decided it was time to get up. Carefully, he slid out from underneath the man, laying him down and tucking him tightly underneath the blankets. Stretching his legs, Harvey added a couple logs to the stove and then walked out into the kitchen just as the client walked in from outside, covered in snow. It was darker outside now and he now realized it was almost six o'clock.

"Harvey!" Ray said, setting a shovel on the wall before pulling off his gloves. "How's Mike?"

"Better, he woke up. He still needs the hospital, though."

Ray nodded. "Storm is beginning to let up, but the roads are blocked. An ambulance isn't getting here for a while. You'd probably have to drive there and in this weather, it'd be about an hour…and dangerous."

Harvey rubbed his forehead. He didn't want to risk getting in an accident, especially when it was freezing out. He guessed they'd just have to wait a little longer, maybe even until the morning. He'd rather have Mike a bit more lucid anyways. "Alright, well we can go over the paperwork while we wait. The kid is gonna be sleeping for a while anyways."

~+S+~

7:15pm

Mike squeezed his eyes tightly, willing the dull headache to go away. He was hot, but there was an occasional shiver that ran through his body. His chest still ached, and he couldn't remember why, but he really needed to use the bathroom. It took a few tries, but he finally managed to groggily peel his eyes open. When things finally came into focus, Mike frowned. Where was he again? No wonder he was roasting; he was under a mountain of blankets. The blonde shifted, groaning when his body protested. He took in a shaky breath, pushing past the discomfort and throwing the covers off his body. Whose sweats were these? He slowly pushed himself upright, swinging his legs over the side of the mattress. The whole movement quickly drained him of his energy, and he questioned if his legs would be able to hold him when he stood. Gripping the side of the bed, he exhaled and blinked away the doubling vision. What the hell was wrong with him? Mike carefully put weight on his feet and the second he let go of the bed, his legs collapsed. He probably would've fallen on the floor if two strong arms hadn't caught him.

"Woah, woah, woah," Harvey said. "Where do you think you're going, kid?" He had decided to check on his associate and it was a good thing he did. The moment he stepped into the room, Mike was about to face plant on the ground. He carefully, pushed the man back on the bed, keeping a firm hand on his shoulder so that he didn't tip. Mike still seemed pretty out of it and the older lawyer wouldn't be surprised if he ended up falling asleep again.

"S'hot," Mike mumbled, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "N'have to g-go to the b'th'rm."

Harvey rolled his eyes in amusement. "Okay, then hang onto me. We'll take it slow."

Mike puffed out air and nodded, using Harvey for support, shuffling down the hall and into the bathroom.

"Do you need-"

Mike waved him away, using the wall to keep himself from falling once he detached himself from Harvey. "Gotta have…some d-dignity left."

The brunette snorted, but closed the door, leaving it open a crack. After Mike relieved himself without falling over, he bent over to flush the toilet. That was a mistake since he suddenly became dizzy; he knew if he didn't sit down now, he'd end up falling. Moaning, he sunk onto the toilet cover, resting his head in his hands and closing his eyes. A few moments later, he heard the door open, but he was too tired to look.

"You okay?" Harvey.

"J-Just…got dizzy." Once he regained some of his strength, he looked up and saw Harvey staring at him worriedly, though it seemed like he was trying to hide it. Mike sighed. Everything was so confusing; what the hell was going on? Why was Harvey acting so nice?

"W-What…what hap-happened again? I f-feel…like you t-told me, but I d-don't remember."

Harvey bit the inside of his cheek, a little concerned Mike didn't remember the conversation from an hour ago. "You fell through ice, drowned, and almost died. We're at the client's cabin until the snowstorm lets up. Any of that ringing a bell?"

The blonde closed his eyes. "Hmm." It was hazy, but it was all starting to come back to him piece by piece. They had come to go ice fishing. "When can we g-go home?"

The older lawyer smiled sadly. "Soon, but let's get some fluids in you to warm you up."

While Ray microwaved the soup, Harvey led Mike to the kitchen table, grabbing a blanket from the couch and wrapping it around his shoulders. The associate blinked tiredly, ready to fall back asleep, but hungry and cold. He knew the soup would help. He picked up the spoon and began to eat. Mike's hand was shaky, but it took every ounce of willpower to steady it, because he could feel Harvey watching him. And the last thing he wanted to have the man do- along with stripping him naked and dressing him- was feed him too. Though slowly, he managed to finish the bowl and some juice before he became exhausted. Harvey took him to the couch close to the fireplace and he passed out immediately.

"You guys should be able to leave in the next hour," Ray said as Harvey placed another blanket over Mike's sleeping form. "They got a plow down here to clear the roads and the storm is easing up. Moon is nice and bright, too."

Harvey nodded. "Thanks Ray. I don't know what would've happened if…" he didn't even want to think about it. Things could've been a lot worse. Ray clapped him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry about it, Harvey. I'm just glad he's okay."

Harvey looked over at his associate and smiled. "Yeah, me too."

Forty-Five Minutes Later

Harvey opened the passenger door of his vehicle, helping a sleepy, and uncoordinated Mike into the seat. While the younger man slept, he had cleaned up, thrown their wet clothes into a couple plastic bags and grabbed a some blankets for the ride to the hospital. Once he cleaned off and warmed the car, he woke the blonde up, got him some extra shoes Ray let them borrow and led him outside.

"Thanks again, Ray," Harvey smiled, shaking the client's hand. "Seriously, we owe you one."

"Nonsense. Just win my case and we'll be even."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Great. Now the hospital is about thirty two miles east. Just keep going straight and go slow. Can't have you guys going off the road."

Harvey bobbed his head before sliding into the car and pulling out of the driveway. The two lawyers began the gradual journey to the hospital, both hoping the visit would be quick so they could go home early the next morning. Despite the heat and being wrapped in two blankets, Mike was shivering again, his teeth chattering loudly.

Harvey glanced over briefly before focusing back on the road. "Still cold?"

"Li-Little."

The older lawyer smiled sadly while turning up the temperature. They sat in silence for a bit, Mike resting his head on the back of the seat and closing his eyes.

"You know…D-Donna is gonna be l-livid…when she hears what hap-happened," the blonde croaked.

Harvey groaned. "Ugh, don't remind me." The woman had mentioned that today wouldn't have been a good day to come up with the storm and the mild weather yesterday. Of course, he didn't listen, thinking nothing of it. He could already hear her now: I told you so, I told you so, I told you so. "What kind of bribe would it take for you to not say anything?"

Mike chuckled. "You know she'll find out regardless. I don't know how, but she'll find a way."

The lawyer smirked. "Well, then come up with something we can give her, so she doesn't kill us both…and not another handbag. It won't be that easy this time."

The associate yawned. "Shopping spree?"

Harvey shook his head. "No, that's too obvious. Theater tickets?"

"She can get those on her own," Mike replied.

And then both men came to the realization at the same time and glanced at each other with grins on their faces. "Jamaica."

"I'll buy the tickets when we're at the hospital," Harvey said. "We'll need to have them ready after we tell her everything."

Mike wrapped the blankets tighter around his body with a shudder. "Think she'd let me go with her? I think I'm in need of some warmer weather for a bit."

Harvey scoffed. "Yeah, good luck with that."

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