A/N: yeah, just posted two chapters in one day. Ayooo lol Hope you like it so far ^.^ and that it's not too confusing... tell me what you think? (:o

SUITS

"They all look the same." Harvey whined, peeking around the corner at the lineup of Harvard graduates.

"They are all the same," Donna agreed, just as bummed about the ordeal. "Are you sure you want to do this? You could just tell Jessica they all suck."

He chuckled. "I have to. But... give them a hard time. Send me a wink if they say something witty." He grinned.

"Harvey, what exactly is it that you're looking for?"

His grin might have been the most mischievous thing she'd ever seen him wear, and that was saying something. Harvey Specter was the king of mischief. "I'm looking for another me."

Donna smirked, of course he was. Not only was he the king of mischief, he also had a kingly ego to match. They were not going to find anyone today. Whatever... at least she got to be out of the office for a while. ... She missed her desk...

Time passed, and potentials flew in and out of the office, none of them even remotely ok with Harvey. A few had been decent enough, but wouldn't stand a chance against Harvey's high maintenance self – not that anyone would ever say that to him. Another name came and went; another line on the list of subpar applicants. Next... next? Was she saying the name right? She'd called it five times already.

A figure stumbled into the room, almost hitting the desk as he did.

"You. You're late. Five minutes late, to be exact. Why should I even let you in there?"

The kid did not look happy.

"I'm just trying to get away from the cops; I really don't care if you let me in or not." He wasn't apologetic, he wasn't nervous... She turned and gave the waiting Harvey a dramatic wink. Finally.

"Mr. Specter will be with you in a moment."

SUITS

They're cops. Mike thought, as he saw the men standing outside the room. He'd seen it in a movie. The one guy in a suit, and the bellboy. I bet if I can get a look – aha! A gun. Oh great. I'm fucked. They were cops.

"Excuse me, sir?" Mike asked the man in the suit. His acting skills were most fantastic – he didn't even flinch. "Do you have the time, by any chance?" Aha again! If he were so confident in talking to the cop who was no doubt there to bust him, surely he couldn't be dealing drugs. He tried not to fidget with the briefcase full of weed. "And, sir? I was thinking about going for a swim later, is the pool here any good?" Excellent. They wouldn't be onto him at all, now... They watched him walk away, questioning whether they should have let him go or not... but they couldn't blow their cover.

Taking a sharp turn into the staircase, Mike ran. He was getting the hell out of there! Unfortunately for him, he ended up in... where was he anyway... There was a lineup of guys in suits – were they also here to deal drugs to cops..? He scoffed at his own thoughts as he took in the rest of the room. In front of him, staring with a very unhappy expression – probably the most intimidating one he'd seen in a long time – was a sharp looking woman with brilliant red hair.

"You. You're late. Five minutes late to be exact. Why should I even let you in there?" She asked, impatient and angry. What did he just walk into?

"I'm just trying to get away from the cops; I really don't care if you let me in or not." What was she going to do, believe him? Call the cops? No way.

She smirked. She smirked? No, that couldn't be right... "Mr. Specter will be with you in a moment."

"What?"

Mike froze. What... she didn't... no. Oh no. This... this was not good. Mr. Specter. That couldn't be Harvey could it? God dammit... Of all hotel rooms. Of all hotels. Of all ... anything! This was New York City for god's sake! The city alone housed over three million people, how was this even possible? One does not simply run into people they know, in New York City. It just did not happen. Ever. And yet, it was happening right now.

As she ushered him in, he felt his nerves grab hold of his throat in a way it never did when he was about to hand his life over to the police. His palms were sweating, his heart was racing, and for the love of god he couldn't breathe. This was not happening.

Oh but it was. And sitting in a chair and a meager looking hotel suite desk, was him. Harvey Specter. In all his glory. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. He couldn't do this. There was no way he could do this. He was panicking. Was he having a panic attack? Oh god! Even worse! Stay calm, Mike. Stay calm.

Harvey looked up from his paperwork, and they locked eyes. Everything stopped. He was standing up, a look on his face that was almost pleased. "Mike." He said smoothly, face dropping into a scowl.

Flashbacks filled Mike's mind as he tried to get a grip on what was happening. He hated himself for the way his heart did flips when he saw the man, all suited up, for the first time since...

The lawyer stepped around the desk, walking towards the younger man. "What are you doing here?"

Here goes nothing... Not like he'd care anyway. But did he really want to show Harvey just how shitty his life had gotten? His mouth made up its mind before his mind did. "I was just trying to get away from the cops..." He said, almost inaudible in his shock. Great job, Mike. You're doing great so far. He berated himself.

Harvey laughed a hard almost humored laugh. This man was not happy to see him. Mike stepped forward after the now retreating figure. He could have walked out, but no. That wouldn't have allowed him to let him briefcase break and spill a thousand dollars worth of weed all over the floor for the lawyer to see.

Harvey looked down, and then back up at Mike. "What the hell is this?"

"I told you."

"No you didn't," he shut him up. "You said you were running from the cops, you never said you were carrying a one way road to prison in here!"

Mike covered his eyes with his hand, pinching the bridge of his nose, holding back yet another headache. As if it couldn't get any worse...

"What happened to you?" The words didn't seem genuine. They seemed disgusted almost. Mildly curious at best.

"I was just trying to help a friend. It got out of hand..."

"It was Trevor wasn't it?" There it was... Leave it to Harvey Specter to solve the case before there was one. "I thought I got you away from that guy."

"That's what he thought too, but here we are..." Mike rocked back on his heels. "How've you been, Harvey?"

Trying to suppress whatever emotion might have been lingering at the back of his head, Harvey sat back down at his desk, motioning for Mike to sit as well. "I made senior partner. Jessica's making me get my own associate."

Mike chuckled, enthused by the irony of the situation. "That could have been me."

Harvey smiled bitterly, remembrance of an old dead conversation – one that had made presence in their lives many times in the past. "Could have? Because god forbid you were now." His expression reverted back to that of a closed, angry mask. Mike winced at the stare. Unforgiving... He'd only seen that expression once. The last time he'd seen him.

"Well... I never got into Harvard."

Harvey looked shocked, though he quickly threw that away too. "What do you mean? You worked your ass off in school, you had the highest grades!"

"I... fucked up." He said, pursing his lips and leaning back in his chair as if it would somehow comfort the blow of what must be coming.

The man looked stern. "Mike..?" He growled out.

"I took a test for someone, got myself kicked out of school."

"Trevor?"

"Trevor..." It was strange how Harvey always seemed to make everything make sense. All of Mike's issues seemed to come back to Trevor, and all of those issues – Trevor included – disappeared when he was around Harvey. Why did he ever walk away from him?

"Well I always knew there was something wrong with you, there's exhibit A." There it was. That was why.

"You know what, I don't need this." Mike stood up, grabbing his broken suitcase and all of its illegal inhabitants.

Harvey snarled darkly, "You're the one who walked into my office with a problem, Mike. Remember?"

"Yeah, and that'll be the last time, I promise."

A/N: Uh oh... I guess it's back home to Trevor for Mike... and more applicants for Harvey to go through... cry... Will our boys work it out? Can they fix this? What exactly are they even fixing anyway... Review please!:* More to come shortly!