A/N – Here's the fifth chapter, everyone! Some fun Harvey/Donna friendship in this one, and I apologize in advance for the cliff hanger. I do love to keep my readers on edge and anticipated…hope this chap satisfies! Love you all, thanks for the great reviews and happy reading!

The moment he left Mike's room, Harvey speed-dialed Donna. She answered before he even heard it ring. "What's up? How's Mike? I want to see him. I can't believe Jessica is making me stay here because 'Mike is probably in shock and needs some peace and quiet'-" Donna's impression of the Managing Partner was flawless. "-like seriously, have I ever been anything but peaceful and quiet in this damn office?!" As her voice escalated (ironically) to a yell, Harvey interrupted.

"Donna, calm down. I'll give you answers: My blood pressure is up, Mike is doing well and yes, in fact you are never peaceful or quiet in that damn office." Each person felt the other one smirk through the phone and the lawyer continued. "Listen, since you're probably suffocating from freedom without me at the firm, I've come up with something you can do for me."

"Anything." Donna perked up in her swivel chair, desperate for some work.

"I'm gonna hold you to that later." Harvey quipped smugly. His secretary laughed and rolled her eyes at the empty threat.

"I need you to do a little re-con work."

"Ooh, my favourite. Who's the target?"

"An Oliver Reid." Harvey frowned at the name as he headed to his parked car.

"Your voice just got all angry and resentful…What's your beef with this guy?"

"Not mine, Mike's." Harvey straightened her out. "He's one of the two guys that jumped him."

Donna pursed her lips in thought. "There's more to him than that…let me guess, he was from Mike's past, a tough-guy, who didn't like that Mike got all the attention for being so smart at school so he beat the kid up a few times, but then it went too far…"

Harvey arched an eyebrow as he hopped in the car and slammed the door. "How can you possibly know all that from 'He's one of the two guys that jumped him'?"

"I'm gifted."

"You cheated."

She gasped. "I would never!"

"You so would."

"Fine," Donna admitted defeat. "I already had everything pulled up on him. Sounds like a real jack-ass. He attended James T. Caldwell Elementary, was captain of the lacrosse team but was failing most classes, got expelled for bullying, that caused a boy to be put in hospital, in grade 7 and moved to English Bluff Academy for the last three months of the year. Never went to college or university and now works at a linen store in Scarsdale…but I'm still gifted and you know it."

"Gifted enough to get Oliver's current address for your favourite lawyer?"

"But of course." Donna typed away rapidly. "And you're not just my favourite lawyer, you're my favourite person. Ever."

Harvey rolled his eyes. "What do you want?"

She grinned. "To see Mike. That's all! Just for a little bit. And if you need more incentive than my pouty face that I'm wearing right now, you know the one…" Harvey knew the exact one. "…I'll bring take-out." She raised her eyebrows and awaited the answer, even though she knew he would say yes.

"Fine. But it's because of the food, not the face." He lied.

"You're lying." Donna said smoothly. "I've got your address."

Harvey waited. When she didn't say anything, he asked. "Well? What is it?"

Donna bit her lip. "It's my duty to make sure you're not going to do anything stupid, first."

"Oh please-" Harvey tried to say but she kept going with a firm, do-not-interrupt-me voice.

"I've seen the way you treat Mike. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were his older brother. If someone hurt my little brother, I'd probably kill him with my bare hands. And this Oliver guy not only jumped Mike the other night, but has bullied him since they were kids…yeah, okay, I want to kick his ass too, but this isn't your beef to deal with, Harvey. You do not want to lose your job because of one bad judgment. You go, I go, and you couldn't stand to have that on your conscience, could you?"

Harvey wanted to tell her the truth. That he had the wrong intentions going to this place and things would most likely get out of hand, but he didn't want Donna to worry, and he couldn't risk Jessica or Louis finding out. This was the only way he would feel that the situation was dealt with and no one had to know about it. Not even Mike. "I don't have a conscience, Donna. And thank you for the lecture, but I'm just going to get the facts and file a suit, okay? Don't worry. Your job is most certainly not in jeopardy. …Unless you don't give me the address." Harvey tried to sound threatening, but it was almost impossible when talking to Donna.

"Good boy. That's all I needed to hear. It's 575 Berkeley Road. I sent it to your GPS and flagged all the nearest Starbucks' in case you need a coffee after this."

"What would I do without you?" Harvey said, exasperated by the thought of life without Donna.

"You'd be entirely lost. Now go sue the shit outta this guy."

"With pleasure. Oh and tell Jessica that I need you here for…moral support, if she doesn't just let you leave."

"Ooh, lying to the Managing Partner, how exciting."

It's not really a lie. Harvey thought. "You've done worse."

Donna grinned but ignored the remark. "I'll be there in half an hour."

"See you then. And don't forget the take-out." Harvey said with a little smile and hung up. He felt bad not telling Donna the truth.

Then he remembered that she was inevitably going to find out sooner or later, and that put his mind at ease. He would have some time to prepare for her scolding and then she would forgive him, because she wanted the guy's ass to get kicked as well.

His thoughts returned to Oliver and his mind swarmed with images of a hurt, bleeding Mike. His chest ached with the need for revenge and a hatred for this man. Forgetting the conversation he had just had with Donna and the guilt that came afterward, Harvey revved the engine and sped off towards the address. He looked cool as a cucumber on the outside but was fired up and conscienceless, a deadly combination, on the inside.


Half an hour later, Donna entered Mike's hospital room.

"God, you look awful!" were the first words that left her lips once she laid eyes on the associate. They sounded sarcastic but were true; Mike looked even paler because of the dull yellow gown and sheets, and his face was still sporting a big bruise.

"Nice to see you too, Donna." Mike gave a little laugh, happy to see her. She looked at him sadly and she hated Oliver Reid more than ever. Emotions getting the best of her, she rushed over to the bed and gave him a peck on the forehead. He blushed, ever so slightly, and she pulled back and set her purse down on the bedside table. "So what's the damage?"

"A minor concussion and a broken rib, nothing too bad." It was strange for Mike to have so many people caring about him. He decided he didn't really like the attention.

"Sounds pretty bad to me." She looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"I'll recover." He gave the impression that he didn't want to talk about it anymore, so Donna changed the subject.

"How's the service? Anyone I need to scare into treating you better?" She looked hopeful.

He laughed and said, "Nah, sorry. They're good, I just don't like hospitals…can't wait to get out of here."

"Well I brought some food to make you feel better. I swear, hospital food just makes you sicker."

She sat down on the edge of Mike's bed and dished out the Chinese food onto three Styrofoam plates.

"Mmm, thank you Donna, this smells amazing."

"Forget it. I'd do anything to get rid of the stupid latex/sanitizer/cotton smell in here."

Mike nodded in agreement. "Tell me about it."

They happily ate in silence for a while and then Mike asked, "Where's Harvey? He said he was bringing the food."

"He's a busy man...had some business to attend to." Somehow Donna felt that Mike wouldn't want Harvey to file a suit. Mike just seemed to want to forget the whole thing. He was a good kid, but he didn't know when and how to defend himself. That's what Harvey was there for.

Just as Mike was about to inquire further, the man of the hour walked through the door.

"Smells amazing, where's mine?"

Donna could tell that things hadn't gone as planned. The lawyer had a "this wasn't over yet" look in his eyes, and his fists were clenched in his pockets. She decided she would ask about it later, when Mike wasn't around.

"What were you up to, Harvey?" Mike asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"None of your business, kiddo." Harvey sat down and immediately stuffed his mouth with noodles.

The younger man narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "You do remember what you promised, right? I really, really don't want to make a big deal out of this."

Donna's assumptions were right, so she intervened. "Mike, you can make a lot of money from suing him, so why not do it? Getting money is awesome. And Oliver's an asshole who deserves more than just being sued."

Mike looked up at Harvey, embarrassed. "What, did you tell everyone?"

"It's Donna, she was going to find out no matter what."

Donna smiled proudly at her legacy.

Mike contemplated this for a moment and then decided, "True. But why won't you tell me where you just were?"

"Since when are you privy to all my business, hmm? That's right, never, and I'm going to keep it that way." Harvey saw the doubtful/annoyed look flash across Mike's face and added, "Don't worry, I just had to talk to a witness from another case but he wasn't home." Donna a knowing, understanding look. "It doesn't break our little deal. As stupid as it was…" he muttered the last part under his breath.

"I heard that. And it wasn't stupid. There's nothing I want to do more than forget it all, and it's hard enough for me to forget on my own with this stupid memory so can we please stop talking about it?" Mike looked back and forth between the two people exasperatedly.

Donna looked at Harvey with an arched eyebrow and Harvey nodded slowly. "Sure, kid, if that's what you really want. But you have to do something for me, in return."

Mike rolled his eyes, but would secretly do anything to get them to abide by his wishes.

"Stop whining and eat your food, for crying out loud. You're a frickin' toothpick."


The next day - Oliver came up to the door of the apartment, preparing to kick down the door. This wasn't his style - he was no murderer - but he didn't know whether or not the kid would talk. If he did, it was his life on the line, and he couldn't afford the risk. After regrettably taking Pete's advice, he was here to do the thing that guaranteed shutting Mike Ross up for good.