A/N: I want to change the title of this fic... any ideas?! :D But yeah, continuing on with the story... Hope you're enjoying it so far.(:

SUITS

"But he's a fraud."

"But he's a genius."

The two had been going back and forth like this for an hour, circling around each other's arguments and ducking behind insults and questions of loyalty. The thing was, Harvey was by no means a forgiving person. He held grudges. He knew his enemies. He sought revenge. He was Harvey Specter – the best goddamn closer in New York – and he didn't take shit from no one. But at the same time... He knew that Mike was a complete genius and would be a real asset to his work... After everything that had been done, at the end of the day, he could definitely use Mike – and maybe get his revenge at the same time. It's not like he had to like having him around, he could work him to death for all he cared – so long as he got the job done.

"What if we get caught?"

"We?"

They couldn't help the matching sly smiles they wore as the words came out. It's not like Donna's words should have shocked him. As unpredictable as the red head was, there was one thing she never failed to do – and that was be on his side, no matter what.

"I'm completely loyal to you, Harvey, and no matter what you decide I'm right beside you." She said defiantly. "That being said, I still don't want to go to jail so I'd like you to really think this one through. And what makes you even think he wants you to hire him? After the story you just told me, it seems like he wants nothing to do with you."

He considered this for moment, and then remember something. She's Donna. She was probably manipulating him into doing what she wanted right now. Well, he's Harvey Specter and there was no way anyone was putting him in jail! Or Donna.

"We'll be fine, I promise."

She stuck her lips out; not angry, disappointed. "You'd better be right." And with that, she left the office, returning to her desk.

"And of course he wants it, everyone wants it!" He called after her.

The only issue now would be Jessica. ... She wouldn't find out, she trusted Harvey completely. That alone almost undid his resolution, but he stuck to it in the end. For some reason, this was a good idea. It might have only been a good idea because he didn't want to have to deal with a new associate, and he already knew Mike inside and out and knew that he'd stay out of his way... it didn't matter. The decision was made. He was going to hire Mike. If Mike wanted to be hired...

SUITS

"I can't believe you saw him." Trevor wouldn't even look at Mike. They'd been fighting for hours and it was just exhausting at this point.

"I didn't see him on purpose, I saw him because I was running away from the cops on a drug deal that you sent me to!" Mike was fed up. Trevor was so obviously not done with dealing – a point that was made clear by the new stacks of weed he had bagged on the coffee table. When he only received a grunt as a reply, he decided to take his argument in a different direction – the one that was currently stinking up the room with its illegalness. "You said you were going to quit after I helped you."

"Well I can't now, Mike. Geez, for a genius you really don't think do you?" The taller man growled, rolling a joint of his own.

"You said if I helped you you'd quit."

"You didn't get the money! I can't pay them back yet! I don't have a choice, Mike!"

The other man slammed his hand down onto the table, earning a loud bang that made his "friend" jump. "They were cops!" He retorted angrily. "And you promised!"

"Well I can't yet so you're just going to have to suck it up."

Mike ducked his head from side to side, knowing he was never going to get out of this if he didn't now. "No I don't."

"What?"

Mike repeated himself. "No I don't. Trevor you promised me you were out, and clearly that's never going to happen so... I'm out." He started moving towards the door, he'd come back for his things later.

"Oh, no you're not." A strong hand gripped around his wrist, turning him roughly around. "I helped you when you needed money for your Grammy, and now you're going to help me when I need the money to not get killed." His voice was high in his anger, shaking slightly. "You owe me, Mike." He said simply, and then in a calmer tone he added, "You're my friend. Please."

Mike sighed. He was seriously never going to get out of this.

"You also have nowhere else to go, I might add." He was teasing now, trying to lighten the mood."

Mike groaned. "Shut up," he drawled. "I could always go back and see if Harvey will put me up. You know he did before, he probably would again if he knew it was because of this."

That was it. Trevor snapped. "If I hear you mention that name on my time, Mike, I swear to god."

A/N: Ok, I know this is short but that's because I didn't know which direction to go with this... So... let me take a poll? Whichever one wins out gets to be part two of this chapter! (Or tell me your own ideas?) One, is the point of view from Harvey's apartment or Mikes? Second, does Mike call Harvey or does Trevor? I just couldn't decide!