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Mike nervously stepped into Harvey's office, ignoring the evil glare of doom he received from Donna, and dumped the large stack of contracts haphazardly on Harvey's desk. His arms sagged in relief, but his mind raced nervously as he tried to determine how best to inform Harvey that he believed he'd developed the ability to telepathically start fires.

Harvey snatched his hands back quickly from where Mike's contracts landed with a solid thud, and gave Mike a look that would have normally had him fearing for his life. As it was, however, Mike was currently too busy pacing frantically across Harvey's office to notice.

"Mike—" Harvey began.

Mike hastily interrupted him. "I didn't mean to, Harvey, I promise." He stopped suddenly to worriedly gaze at his boss. On his hurried walk to the office, Mike had decided that he had somehow been responsible for the three fires of the day, though he was still confused about the toaster incident. The other two had obviously been triggered by anger, but his toaster was innocent of any crimes except the occasional burnt crust.

Harvey heaved a deep breath before glancing at Donna, as if to tell her to get ready in case he had to do something drastic. Then he said in a very serious tone, "What did you do?"

Mike realized he'd probably given Harvey the wrong impression. It's not like he'd gone and smoked pot or taken up a career selling trade secrets or anything. So it was with a little heat that he defended, "Nothing! I didn't even notice I'd done anything until he was on fire, and even then I wasn't sure it had been me!"

There was a long moment of mutual silence, as Mike waited for Harvey's reaction, and Harvey seemed to be struggling with something internally.

Then, Harvey burst into a deep steady chuckle. "You can't play pranks like that at the office, Mike. You could get caught, and if Louis decided to fire you for something like that, there's not much I could do. Though believe me, I would personally defend you. Good work, kid."

Mike noticed that his jaw was hanging open and that Harvey had turned back to his work. He threw up his hands in exasperation, approaching Harvey's desk so he could peer over the towering contracts he'd put there and look Harvey in the eyes. "Harvey, I'm serious! I could have been fired?" There was that awful word again.

Harvey chuckled once more. "Don't worry, I'm sure Louis will survive. Besides, considering that even Donna didn't know it was you, I doubt the evidence isn't in your favor." And Harvey began the arduous task of removing his own file from beneath the heavy weight of the stack on his desk.

Mike panicked. He had to make Harvey understand. So he slammed his hand down on Harvey's file, forcing the man to look at him in surprise. "It wasn't just Louis, Harvey."

"You didn't destroy another defenseless toaster, did you?"

" 'Defenseless'?" Mike asked incredulously, a little offended that Harvey was making light of this whole thing.

"I heard it was Kyle's briefs," offered Donna from the intercom.

Another silence stretched between them, as Mike looked nervously at both Donna and Harvey.

Apparently, Harvey misinterpreted this information, if the disgusted look on his face was anything to go by, and Mike turned a beet red.

"Not those kinds of briefs—"

"Alright, I think I've indulged your childish behavior long enough. Back to work, rookie. And if you ever cause the state of Kyle's briefs to be mentioned to me ever again…" he left off, letting the threat take hold.

Mike tried frantically to explain once more. He could feel his irritation rising, growing within the pit of his stomach. His headache was coming back, flaring pain in his skull. "But I'm trying to tell you—"

"I'm sorry, did you forget the part about me not caring?" Harvey said to the air as he focused on the file in his hands.

Mike didn't mean to do it, honestly. He tried to keep his anger at bay, but with each interruption he'd felt himself losing control. And each time he'd tried to force down his anger, his headache had increased. There was a moment when he felt like he was burning up with a terrible fever, and then the sudden relief of coolness washed over him. Then he tuned back into the world to notice that Harvey's tie had begun to smolder.

The man hadn't seemed to notice yet, but there was smoke drifting up around him. Mike stood there, feeling light-headed. He hesitantly called Harvey's name when Donna suddenly rushed past him and threw a fire blanket against their boss. Of course Donna would be prepared.

But now Mike felt guilty and afraid. He hadn't been able to control his ability and he had almost set his boss on fire. Actually, he had set one of them on fire already, and now he was sure he'd be…sacked. He tried desperately to avoid further consideration of the very word 'fire'.

Determined to never show his face here again until he'd mastered this horrible ability, he fled the building.