"What have you got for me today?" Mike asked, slumping down into the chair at the other side of his boss' desk. The tension hung thick in the air; not an unusual occurrence for them, but unwelcome all the same.

Wordlessly, Harvey tossed a stack of files towards his associate, hardly looking up.

"You ok, Harvey?" He caught the pile without effort, even when they came slightly apart midair.

Harvey grunted, barely listening to what Mike was saying.

Harvey probably just wanted to be alone, Mike decided. It had been a rough week, he was probably stressed out. Not that they were ever not stressed out, but in times like these – in the middle of rough cases – they all seemed to get a little bit grumpy. Harvey especially. And so Mike left him to his job.

"Harvey?" Donna called after a few moments. She stood at the door, half in and half out, looking at him with a concern she'd felt too often as of late. "Are you ok?"

He nodded meekly, not really looking up at her at all as he stared at an open file on his desk, hardly being able to focus on it. If he were to be completely honest with himself, he didn't feel great at all. He was probably fine. Cases often got to him. But he just didn't feel great.

"Is it Scotty?" She asked.

Ah, Scotty... that could have been it. Sure. He and Scotty had fought last night, and that was also bothering him. It seemed that the wilder things got at work, the more and more unsettled his home life seemed to get. Maybe that was because he let the two mix. After all, he was dating a woman that now worked at his firm, he was friends with Louis, and he definitely cared about Mike. All things that he should have just left at the office. Or... out of the office in Scotty's case.

"I pulled rank on her." He said numbly, feeling his chest tighten with guilt. She'd been hurt by his words, and probably no more than it hurt him to say them. But what choice had he had? He had to protect himself, and he beyond any doubt had to protect Mike. If Mike was going down, he'd go down with him – but he certainly preferred that Mike didn't go down at all.

"Oh, Harvey," the red head said, disappointment burning into her features.

"I know," Harvey said, chest tightening further. Maybe he should just go home and sleep it off, maybe try to bring Scotty with him – you know, work out their problems, de-stress and such. He couldn't concentrate on what Donna was saying, he noticed this at the same time he noticed how much worse he felt.

"Call her." Donna said, suddenly in front of him, holding to phone out for him to take.

"Donna," he said quietly, contemplating his options. Then he took the phone. Donna smiled and returned to her desk.

The phone call never happened though, as a dizziness came over Harvey. Well, sure he hadn't eaten well in the past couple of days, stress and workload too heavy to really do much of anything. And he hadn't exactly been sleeping well either – between Scotty and work... That must have been it. He'd just go home for a bit, sleep it off, have some good nutritious food, and come back to work tomorrow. It's not like Harvey Spector had never taken a sick day. Not that he was sick...

Standing up to put on his jacket, he suddenly felt a strange heat inside of him. Deciding against bringing the office home with him as he usually did, he walked straight out to Donna's desk, jacket and briefcase abandoned. "Donna, do me a favor?" He asked, steadying himself with the edge of her desk.

"Sure..." She was hesitant, looking him over a few times. He slouched a bit, leaning onto her cubicle, and his face had paled slightly. His eyes seemed unfocused and moved around as though he couldn't bear to look in the same spot for too long.

"Cancel all of my appointments for today, I'm going home. You can have the day off to if you want." The words slurred slightly, probably because he was already half asleep. Like other times when he'd been that close, but that far, from sleep, he started to feel sick. How marvelous. He'd sleep in the car on the way home. His stomach seemed to be in knots and his head was ringing.

"Sure, Harvey, do you want me to come with you?" She pleaded inwardly for him to say yes, there was something very wrong with him, whether he would see it or not. "Maybe you should see a doctor?" She advised in a hushed tone.

"I don't need a doc-" he paused, noticing the strange pangs in his body. Weird. He must really need his sleep. He felt less hot now though, so that was good. Although that relief was short lived when he suddenly felt freezing, a cold sweat breaking out across his forehead. Damnit. ... Whatever, it was fine. A fever he could deal with. He just needed to go home and sleep.

"Are you sure?" She seemed to already be dialing, phone receiver coming up to her ear.

"I don't-" The feeling came again, worse now, and the dizziness was causing the world to tilt onto its side. He should sit down. Yes. He'd sit. The world tilted again, or maybe he tilted... he wasn't sure. But suddenly there were hands on him, and he was staring up at something very bright.

"Harvey, don't move, an ambulance is on its way, you're going to be fine, don't worry." Donna was petting his hair back, undoing his tie and the top few buttons of his dress shirt.

There was that pain again. Worse yet. The pain filled his chest and splattered down his arm, his head, filling him. He moaned and shook, eyes blurring.

"Get Jessica." Donna demanded of someone near them. "Shh, Harvey you're ok, just breathe."

"Harvey?" He knew that voice. Of course he knew that voice. He tried to push himself up, trying to find the voice again.

"No, no, Harvey stay here, you're ok." Donna cooed, pushing on his shoulder. "Don't move.

"Harvey!" The voice was closer now, but still seemed far away and he was determined to get to it. There were people all around them now, trying to keep him still, but he still managed to get himself to his feet – although it wasn't without help from multiple hands – and stumbled forward a few steps. The world was spinning too much for him to see much of anything except for brightness from the office lights, bright and unforgiving to his exploding headache.

He fell forward, when his hand reached a wall – a very warm wall... a wall with a shirt.

"Harvey," the voice said, right in his ear as the wall grabbed him, arm tightening around his back and he was brought back down to the floor.

"Mike?" He gasped, shaking with the effort he'd given. More hands were on them again and it was all Donna and Mike could do to reassure him, so that the paramedics could get him onto the gurney.

"Go with him," Jessica told Mike quickly, we'll follow behind. She grabbed Jessica and made her way downstairs where sure enough, Ray would be waiting for them – having originally come for Harvey.

Mike could hardly keep up with the fast moving workers, it wasn't until they were in the elevator down from the fiftieth floor that he realized just how bad he was shaking, adrenaline coursing through him. He didn't think he'd ever felt this afraid in his life, as he stood there, Harvey's hand clutched impossibly tight around his, and everything else was gone. He felt like he was going to pass out. But he couldn't, he had to be there for Harvey. The man did not look good. His face had turned an unsettling grey colour, and his lips – now under an oxygen mask – were white and blue. His eyes focused somewhere in the distance, unseeing, insensible. He didn't answer any questions, he didn't make any sounds, he just stared, unconscious to the world – all except for the hand that he held onto for dear life.

A/:N whaaat? Oh noooo! R&R please, tell me what you think(: And also where you see this story going, I like to try to fit in people's wants and desires(: