AN: Okay! So, I'm back from my road trip (which was sooo much fun! Even went to Las Vegas!) ! But I'm really excited to be back writing and adding to this story! This is a lot of fun to write and I'm really glad that you've enjoyed it so far, so I hope you enjoy this chapter as well!

Also, I was very excited to see all the new fiction that's been posted, can't wait to read it!

I don't own Suits, but I own a heart that loves it.

Three hours had passed and Harvey hadn't accomplished anything. Trevor was God knows where, and he had no idea how to find the man that shot Mike without Trevor so he sat in the kid's apartment. At first, he walked around the trashed flat, lightly kicking some of the broken items to inspect them further. He then sat down on the couch and for the first time since Mike had been shot, he held his head in hands and tried to stay in control of his emotions, but the reality of his associate's situation was beginning to take it's toll. He was forcing himself to take deep breaths but his phone started ringing causing him to jump. He fumbled with it, then stood up form the couch realizing it was Donna.

"Donna?" Harvey said into the phone, his voice wore a facade of casual but concern leaked through.

"Harvey, he's waking up!" Donna excitedly informed, yet her voice still held an unsure quality to it.

Harvey closed his eyes and let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. He ran a hand through his hair and then rubbed at his eyes.

"I'm on my way."

Harvey swiftly walked down the corridor of the hospital till he reached the ICU wing. He took a calming breath and smoothed out his suit, then entered Mike's room. He swallowed nervously at the sight in front of him.

Donna was leaned over the bed, one hand on Mike's chest, the other in his hair, while she spoke uncharacteristically, soft to him.

Harvey cleared his throat, and raised an eyebrow at his assistant.

"He woke up for a few minutes." Donna explained as she looked back down at Mike. "He was disoriented..." She paused as she ran a hand through his hair. "And...scared."

Harvey walked up to the bed, stood next to Donna, but said nothing as he looked down at Mike.

"The doctor said that it was normal for that to happen and that he would probably be in and out of it for a few days, but to talk to him and try to keep him calm."

Harvey waited a few seconds to respond, so he could be sure his voice was steady.

"What about the ventilator?"

"They are going to leave it in until he's more coherent and his body is a little bit stronger from the blood loss. It's just there to help him, not as a necessity."

"Good." Harvey swallowed.

Silence set in, as Harvey watched Donna muss Mike's hair. After a couple of minutes, Donna stopped and stood up straight.

"Harvey, I'll need to go into the office tomorrow. I'll reschedule your appointments for a later date. You'll need to call Jessica, but I'd wait a few more hours." Donna said, pointing to the clock showing the time of 1:15 am.

Harvey gave a small smirk, one that wasn't entirely felt and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Thank you, Donna. Go home, I'll stay with the kid."

Donna nodded, and took one more look at Mike before heading to the door.

"Play nice! He's just a puppy." Donna joked and left the room.

Mike was standing in a luxurious hallway. The light fixtures that hung from the ceiling forced his jaw to drop from their elegance and the carpet mesmerized him. It wasn't until he reached the end of the hallway, a familiar door that he couldn't quite remember what was locked behind it, that he realized the doorknob was beyond his reach. He outstretched his arm upwards and jumped to try and grasp the handle, but failed. He kept trying, but to no avail. He looked behind him to find that all the doors had handles he couldn't reach and turned back to the door he wanted to enter. He rested his head against it, and with a fist he knocked on it, tiredly. Nothing happened and after several minutes, he turned to leave. He was halfway down the hallway, when he heard a door open. As quickly as he could, he turned back around to find Harvey standing in the doorway of the room he wanted to enter, but he was different.

The Harvey that stood in front of Mike was taller, much taller than the one he remembered. However, despite the drastic change in his size, Mike knew that it was in fact the real Harvey, because no one Mike had ever met looked so intimidating, yet kind at the same time.

"Ha'vey?' Mike questioned, but jerked his head back in surprise at the sound of his voice. It was small, higher and he couldn't pronounce his "R's" very well. He reached for his throat and saw the movement in the hallway window beside him. Glancing at his reflection he was surprised to see himself as a three year old boy. He studied Harvey to determine if Harvey was just as shocked as he was, but the man looking at him was angry.

"Mike!"

Mike swallowed hard, as Harvey yelled at him. He saw the man open his mouth to speak, but Harvey closed his mouth and looked passed him, his eyes widening ever so slightly.

"Mike, come on." Harvey yelled, motioning for him to come inside.

"Come on, Michael!" His voice now urgent.

Mike turned around and saw a heavy set man with slicked back, oily hair walking down the hall holding a gun. He looked back at Harvey, his heart pounding in his chest. He tried to run towards Harvey, but his sudden decrease in age meant his legs didn't work as well. His steps were unstable, and he fell.

"Michael!" Harvey shouted once more, now taking quick steps towards him. He glanced back at the other man and saw that he was closer, now pointing the gun at him. He turned back and was eye level with Harvey's knees. He tilted his head up to look at him and was surprised when Harvey picked him up.

Harvey's arms wrapped around him tightly as he started running back into his apartment. Mike wrapped his small arms around Harvey's neck and looked over his shoulder to see the man running after them, gun still aimed. Harvey reached the door and turned around to shut it, but when he did the man pulled the trigger and all Mike felt was pain.

He screamed, kicked and threw tiny fists into Harvey's chest. The man just held him tighter against his chest, telling him he was alright, telling him it was okay and reassuring him that he wasn't alone.

However, with each second his world faded away, the pain lessened and his screams subsided, which he was grateful for, but it also meant that Harvey was leaving him, too. He desperately clung to the other man, his small arms trying to hug him but weren't long enough to encircle him. He curled up to Harvey's chest, thankful he was only the size of a three year old boy, and pleaded for him to stay, but the darkness took him, along with everything else.

Harvey had been sitting in Mike's room for about two hours, when Mike started to rouse. His heart monitor started to speed up at first, and Harvey was by his side instantly. He watched Mike's eyes move rapidly under closed eyelids and debated on pushing the nurse call button, until he recalled Donna telling him to try and keep him calm. He swallowed and looked to the door. Deciding no one was coming, he turned his attention back to Mike.

"Mike." Harvey tested. He got no response.

"Mike. Come on." Harvey encouraged. He took a deep breath when Mike moved his head back and forth ever so slightly. The younger man's brow furrowed.

"Come on, Michael."

Harvey's efforts went unnoticed as Mike's legs and arms started to twitch.

"Michael!" Harvey shouted leaning over the bed, his hand on Mike's shoulder, but the younger man didn't calm down. The twitching got worse and Mike's face was twisted in pain.

Thankfully, a nurse came in, but Harvey didn't move from Mike's side.

"Is he ok?" Harvey asked, eyeing the nurse who was standing on the other side of the bed near machines.

"He's fine, probably dreaming, but he seems to be in a lot of pain, so I'm just going to increase his pain medication a little." The nurse explained as she did so. She smiled at Harvey, then left the room.

Harvey turned back to Mike. The kid was still moving and had a painful look on his face. Something deep inside of Harvey broke. Whether it was from lack of sleep, the toll of their current situation, or the helplessness he felt, Harvey couldn't be sure, but he reached out and took Mike's hand in his own, surprised when he felt the younger man squeeze back. Mike started to calm, but the heart monitor was still beeping fast.

Harvey coughed uncomfortably before forcing out words.

"Easy, kid. You're alright."

Once he started talking, it was as if someone else had control of him, namely Donna.

"It's okay, Mike." Harvey assured. He squeezed Mike's hand a little tighter. The beeping started to become normal again.

"I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere. You may not send a puppy in to clean up a mess, but no one ever abandons a puppy."

"Not even the hard ass, 'I don't give a damn about anybody, including puppies,' kind of guy?" Jessica's voice caught him off guard. Harvey let go of Mike's hand, practically prying Mike's from his, straightened and button his jacket. He put his hands in his pockets, turned to Jessica and smiled.

He gave an embarrassed laugh. "Jessica, how did you-"

"Donna called my assistant, my assistant called me." Jessica explained. She walked over to Harvey and looked down at Mike.

"How is he?"

"He's fine." Harvey answered, but tilted to his head to the side when Jessica looked at him skeptically. "He's improving. He is still weak from the blood loss but the transfusions went well and the bullet didn't do much damage. They had to remove his appendix, but that's about it."

Jessica nodded in understanding.

"He's woken up a few times." Harvey continued, even though Jessica knew it was more for his own good than to inform her. "He's been...disoriented."

"Harvey, you don't need to be embarrassed. I won't tell anyone you care." Jessica stated, now standing face to face with Harvey. The man rolled his eyes and looked away from Jessica, but regained eye contact when she kept talking.

"How are you, Harvey?"

"Me?" Harvey asked as if her question was unnecessary. "I'm fine. I didn't get shot."

"I know and I'm thankful for that, but you were there when Mike was and that can be easy on you."

"What're you trying to say, Jessica?" Harvey defended.

"I'm just making sure that you're okay, Harvey. That's all."

"Like I said, I'm fine." Harvey assured irritably.

"Alright." Jessica gave in, deciding not to push the issue. "Listen, I'll take care of your cases till Mike is at least out of the ICU. Keep me updated."

She walked passed Harvey, patting him on the shoulder, and left.

Harvey just nodded, his back towards the door. He heard the door close and let out a long sigh, but when he heard the door re-open a few seconds later he rolled his eyes.

"Yes, Jessica?" He asked, still not bothering to turn around.

"Jessica? That's a nice name. Is that the name of the woman who was just in here?" A cold, ruff voice said behind him.

Harvey froze, his heart almost doing the same. He swallowed hard as he recognized the voice. It belonged to the man who had shot Mike.

"What's the matter, Specter? Cat got your tongue, or in this case a puppy?"

Harvey clenched his jaw, and turned around.

The man was standing cowardly in the corner by the door, with a grin on his face.

"So what you're stalking me, now?" Harvey questioned. His voice was strong, and held no fear, mainly because of the pure rage rolling around in his stomach.

The man laughed but didn't answer. He took a step toward Harvey, and Harvey took a step toward him.

"I thought I made it pretty clear this has nothing to do with you." The man said.

Without missing a beat, Harvey replied, "And I thought I made it perfectly clear that if you shot my associate there would be hell to pay."

The man threw his head back and laughed.

Harvey gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"Well Specter, I shot him. So what're you going to do?" The man asked, holding his arms out to the side, smiling.

For the first time that day, Harvey gave a smile he actually felt and threw the first punch of his promise.

The man fell to the floor, partially from the force of Harvey's punch and the rest out of surprise.

"Like I said," Harvey stood over the man, holding his shirt in his fists and pulling him up off the floor slightly. "I'm going to kick your ass."

AN: I promise there's more to come soon (probably even going to write a couple of one-shots I have rolling around in my head). The idea for Mike to be a three year old boy in his "dream" was actually inspired by a dream I had a few nights ago. haha! Anyway! Thanks for reading! And as always, I would love to hear your thoughts so if you have the time review! :) Thanks again!