Whirlwind

"Do you want water?"

"No."

"Are you hungry?"

"No. We just had lunch."

"Right." He went back to his work. "Are you tired at all? We can take a break."

"Harvey!" Mike didn't think he'd ever been so irritated by the lawyer in his life. It had been going on for hours – this weird doting over the rookie thing – it was seriously grating on his nerves. At first it had been cute, he'd smiled and reassured the lawyer every time he had a concern, but eventually, enough was enough. They were four hours into work and Mike was ready to throw something. "Harvey," He said softer this time, trying to remedy the hurt that flashed ever so quickly over his boss' face. "I'm fine. I promise you. Everything's ok." He tried to be calm. He really did. But Donna had been sending these concerned glances into the office since he'd arrived. "Donna! Would you please?" He shouted towards the door, and she looked away quickly, back to her computer where she began furiously typing in that way only Donna can.

"Don't take it out on her, she cares about you too." Harvey muttered, circling something on one of his pages.

"I'm sorry," Mike sighed. "Let's just hurry this up. Maybe call it a night early?" He had to stifle a groan at what Harvey must have thought was an act of neediness. That's not why I want to leave. He was fine. Seriously. Even the pinching in his side had gotten better, and he hadn't even taken an Advil! Quickly, he thought up a way to both distract Harvey from thinking Mike needed an ambulance, and also to compliment the events from earlier that day – which by the way, would not stop replaying in his head over and over again. "Maybe we could grab dinner?"

Harvey couldn't hide the way his face lit up at the thought if he tried. "Dinner? Where?"

"I dunno," Mike shifted in his seat, suddenly uncomfortable with the knowledge of how different the other man's dining tastes were from his. Not to mention that the last time he'd tried to go for dinner he was mugged. "Uh, maybe we should just order in." He almost thought he saw a wicked glint flicker through Harvey's eyes, but if he had, it was quickly covered up by the same adoring concern he'd been showing the kid all day.

"Are you sure you don't want something to drink?"

"Oh I want something to drink all right." He muttered his response, leaning forward to pour himself a glass of Harvey's scotch – something he noted would have normally gotten him a smack upside the head. "Got anything stronger than this?"

Harvey ignored the joke. "Is that a good idea, Mike? What if you have a..." He trailed off, looking guiltily back at his papers.

"A what, Harvey? A concussion? I don't have a concussion. Or anything else for that matter." But the least he could do was calm the man's nerves. Hating himself for it, he pushed the glass away and went back to his papers.

The day passed by quickly, mostly due to the fact that no one had come looking for him – not even Louis. He probably had Donna to thank for that. It was six thirty by the time they were ready to leave the office, pulling on their jackets and tucking a few papers into their briefcases. Well, Harvey's briefcase...

"Goodnight, Donna." Harvey smiled to her as he passed her desk where she was having a heated conversation with Norma. She looked up upon hearing his voice and with a thin lipped smile, she bid him goodnight.

"Night, Donna. Norma. See you tomorrow." Huh. She must still be mad at him. She turned back to Norma, who was waving at them nearly hysterically.

"Ready to go?" Harvey asked Mike as they passed by the bullpen, nodding towards his desk.

"Yeah, everything important was stolen. I didn't have any documents with me though, so we're safe there!" He put a fist up for props, but was met with an angry glare. Quickly, he dropped his hand back to his side and climbed into the elevator behind his boss.

"Are you feeling ok?"

"Yes?"

"Good." Mike was about to be annoyed – again – by the question, but suddenly he was backed into the wall and being kissed hard, and any trace of annoyance that was there a second ago, was long gone.

When Harvey finally pulled away, as the elevator was opening on the twenty-third floor, Mike grabbed onto the front of his jacket and slid himself against him, not caring who saw. Harvey leaned back against the wall lamely, fidgeting with the bottom of Mike's suit jacket.

For the entire time they stood on the street, waiting for a cab, and then once they were in a cab, and even on the way up to Harvey's condo, Mike refused to let go of Harvey. He didn't know what it was – maybe that he'd waited so long for something that once he'd attained it, he was determined to not let it go for a second. Fortunately, Harvey seemed to have the same idea. The older man's arm was wrapped securely around the younger's waist as they climbed out of the glass elevator and walked into the kitchen. He made sure to keep them attached as he set down his briefcase, and then turned to fully face his newest accessory and kissed him until they were breathless.

"You're amazing." Mike cooed when Harvey finally pulled away to order dinner.

"I know." He chuckled at Mike's groan, and watched him from the island while the kid slumped down on one of his expensive leather couches. "Hey, do you want a change of clothes or something? Shower? Anything you want, Mike, just tell me." He realized his poor associate was still in his – although they looked perfectly undamaged – clothing from the day before.

"Yeah, maybe later." And then he was quiet as Harvey spoke quickly into the phone.

"It's late." Mike said once they'd eaten their sushi and talked and joked around until almost midnight.

"We don't have to work tomorrow."

"Yeah I know it's just..." Harvey was silent as he waited for Mike to continue. He didn't. Instead he looked shyly down at his hands, folded nicely in his lap.

"Why don't you stay here?" He suggested carefully, gouging Mike's face for his reaction. "I'm still concerned over your wellbeing." He added when the kid blushed furiously.

"Yeah, ok." He conceded, and let himself he directed to the bedroom. Suddenly, all shyness seemed to evaporate. "So, you wanna?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Harvey laughed, and kissed him once, but pulled back and pushed him in the direction of the washroom. "Not tonight. You're concussed."

"No I'm not!" Mike shouted through the closing door.

He was surprised at how easy it could be. Caring while other people knew. Mostly, he was surprised at how easily Mike fit into his arms when they finally got under the covers and settled in. Of course, trust Mike to be a cuddler. Not that Harvey minded that in the slightest. He found himself burying his face in the other's neck and kissing him gently. Somehow, it was just so easy to be with him.

"You're amazing." Harvey parroted the words from earlier. Mike hummed against his cheek, drawing messy circles up and around Harvey's back. "I'm sorry I took so long."

The finger stopped. "What?" Mike was craning his head back, trying to see Harvey's expression in the darkness.

"To go to dinner with you."

"Harvey," Mike settled back down with a thump, tugging the man closer into his embrace. "If you're getting sentimental because I got mugged, stop it."

Harvey sighed, but let himself be comforted. Slowly, they both drifted off to sleep.

It was still dark out when Harvey's phone started blaring an obnoxious ringtone. Mike groaned and rolled to the other side of the bed while Harvey snatched it up quickly and left the room, tugging the door closed quietly behind him.

"Hello?" His voice was raspy from sleep. Clicking on lights on his way to the kitchen, he noted the 3 15 on the stove. Goddamn it.

"Hello, Mr Specter?"

"Speaking?"

"Hello, Mr Specter. This is Doctor Trent from Presbyterian Hospital; I hope I haven't woken you."

Harvey grunted, knowing that was a lie. Why would Presbyterian be calling him? Suddenly, he was awake and feeling sick.

"I'm calling to tell you that your employee, Michael Ross, is in our care. As his medical proxy, we require that you come down as soon as possible."

What? "No, that's not possible..."

"Mr Specter, I can't tell you anything over the phone. I just need you to come in quickly. When you're here, I can tell you everything and answer any questions you may have. If you choose to wait until morning, Doctor Tang will be happy to speak with you instead." His voice sounded authoritative, he clearly had been doing this a long time and was not going to take any bullshit from Harvey. Not that he was in any state to give it. He was confused as hell.

"I'll be right there." He confirmed, hanging up his phone, and then staring at it in confusion. He couldn't help the chill that ran down his spine as he made his way back to the bedroom. He took a long breath the steady himself as he grasped the door handle, and then with all the bravery he could muster – at that time of night, his imagination had begun to go wild – he put the door open roughly and stepped into the room. He felt the blood drain from his face and his heart stutter in his chest. The bed was empty. What the hell...

But then the door across the room opened, letting light from the washroom flood a section of the room for a second until it clicked off, and then Mike was stumbling back into bed looking like a zombie.

Harvey let out the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, and crossed the room. "Sorry, emergency work thing. Stay here, get some sleep. I'll be back before you wake up." He kissed Mike's forehead chastely, and backed up, watching Mike mumble and roll over, already half asleep.

What the hell was going on?