Mike was suddenly itching to get himself and his boss out of this business dinner. Something was terribly wrong with the way Mrs. Mason cried over not being able to get any help. Something extremely off about the way her husband held her hand. But soon enough Harvey stood to shake hands. "It was a pleasure seeing you two again. Thank you for your understanding." The Masons left the restaurant quickly.

"Harvey, I don't…"

"Trust them?" he finished for Mike. "Me either. I mean really, did you see the way she cried? There was something wrong with it." Mike's face flushed a tiny bit. Harvey turned to face him, hands in his pockets, stepping closer and dropping his voice so only Mike could hear. "look, check all of their financials. Bank accounts, stocks, charities, everything, and find me something."

"Okay but…" Luis had left him with the pro-bono case out of spite after Harvey turned him down.

"But what?"

"But Luis…."

"No, don't worry about Luis. Whatever lame ass case he's trying to pawn off on you, forget it. I'll handle Luis. Now go use that big brain to do what I hired you for."

"Which is?" Mike said, raising an eyebrow at his employer.

"To make my life easier." He smiled at Mike. "Now go." Mike rolled his eyes but went to flag down a cab anyway with his phone already at his ear.

After four straight hours of phone calls and internet searches, Mike finally walked into Harvey's off, practically glowing with confidence. He stood in the middle of the room, quietly, patiently waiting, for almost two full minutes before Harvey prompted him. "Okay, I'll bit." He laughed. "You're standing there with that creepy grin because you just mastered your hand eye coordination and beat the first level of Pac-Man."

"I beat the entire game of Pac-Man and Mrs. Pac-Man in second grade." Mike retorted then smacked down a file in front of Harvey.

"What is this?" Harvey started disinterested. "Black mail? Cause there is no way you already…" Harvey stopped, squinting at what he was reading. "Is this legit?" he asked looking up at Mike and then looking Mike up and down. I love that grungy, disheveled, I just worked my ass off just cause you told me to look, Harvey thought. Mike nodded a quick smirk twisting up his 'soft' features. And I love that you're happy you did it even more, Harvey's thoughts continued. "This is good." Harvey complimented, turning his focus from Mike back to the papers in his hand hoping to curb his desire. "We can work with this."

"Correction, you can work with this, it's ten o'clock, I just worked for that for four hours straight, I haven't slept in two days, I'm exhausted and I'm going home." Mike said turning to walk toward the door, leaving Harvey alone with his thoughts.

After Mike left, Harvey indulged himself a little. Letting his mind run free with it's fantasies of Mike.

The day of the McKernan Motors deal was the day he realized he wasn't just hard on his associate but he also had a hard on for his associate.

Harvey leaned back in his chair, sighing heavily. "this is ridiculous." Harvey said in an annoyed tone. Sure Harvey didn't have a problem keeping himself in check, but he shouldn't really have to worry about that in the first place.

Because Mike was his employee and that was crossing a line.

Because Mike was so much younger than he was, crossing another line.

And most importantly because Mike was a guy.

And Harvey was straight.

He had never even been remotely attracted to a male before Mike. But he had a feeling that Mike would be the only guy he ever found attractive. Which was fine with him.

For Mike he might even consider monogamy. Might.

Mike laid in his bed completely exhausted but unable to sleep. His mind kept wandering, Harvey invading his thoughts. It's not like Mike wanted to want Harvey but he just couldn't help it. When you work so closely with someone for so long, feelings are bound to happen, like it or not. So he laid awake for about an hour, forcing himself to think of anything, that would make his hard on less… hard. But in the end Harvey won again. Twice in one day. Mike thought bitterly. "Nice job, stupid." He said into the darkness. Before finally falling asleep.

Mike tossed his head back and groaned. "Harvey!" Harvey continued to laugh hysterically. "It's not funny."

"Yes it is." Harvey replied. "You ran into Jessica, literally, made her spill her coffee, and then when she went to speak you ran away. Plus it was in front of everyone. So yes, that qualifies as funny."

"You're a jerk." Mike said smacking Harvey's hand away from the file he was looking over.

It had been barely sixteen hours since Mike showed Harvey what he had found in the Mason's financials. Well, technically they weren't just the Mason's, but still neither of the two men had heard anything back from the Mason's. Harvey frowned at Mike. "How'd you sleep?"

"What?" Mike asked startled.

"It's a simple question."

"Fine, I guess." Mike answered. Harvey studied his face.

"How long?"

"I don't know Harvey, long enough to get me back here."

"You're eyes are swollen, dark circles, you're skin is flushed, your pupils are almost completely dilated. So either you are suffering from I don't know, a heart attack, or you haven't slept enough lately and you're getting sick."

"I haven't been sick in years Harvey, not once, I live a healthy lifestyle." Harvey raised his eyes brows and pursed his lips. "Okay, I don't but I do have a great immune system. I'm fine." Harvey nods speculatively.

"Liar." He mutters and picks up another file off of the desk. "Thirty bucks says we aren't the first law office they've done this too."

"Aren't your best usually more substantial."

"When I have an opponent with more money than you, yes."

"You think all I can afford is thirty bucks?"

"Well, you definitely can't seem to afford a decent suit." Mike rolled his eyes. The suit thing was getting old. "Anyway, no, we probably are the first lawyers; I would've heard something about this. I was just trying to give to my new foundation."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, you know the 'help little Mickey with the bills', I'm going to put coffee cans around in gas stations." Mike started laughing.

"I'm not that broke Harvey."

"Where do you live again?" Harvey asked as Mike coughed. "Now you're coughing." Harvey said pursing his lips and pushing Mike to the far end of the couch.

"What are you doing?"

"You're getting sick, and you certainly aren't getting me sick with you." Harvey scowled at him

"No, I'm not Harvey." Mike coughed again. "I'm just thirsty; I'm going to go get some water." Mike grabbed his suit jacket a picked up the file he had just put down in order to keep it from Harvey; it wasn't really that interesting he just knew it would irk his boss. And Harvey was hot when he was irritated.

Mike wasn't really thirsty he just had to get out of that room. It smelled like his weakness, looked like his weakness, hell, his weakness was sitting on the couch he had just vacated. "Hey Mike." Donna walked into the break room like a cool breeze, and studied him quickly. "You look terrible."

"Thanks Donna." Mike said, feeling suddenly tired. She pressed her hand to his forehead.

"You have a fever." She declared, unhappy with him being here sick. "Go tell Harvey you are going home." Mike started to protest. "You do it or I will."

Mike rolled his eyes and started back towards Harvey's office, he could practically hear her smugness. "Harvey?" Mike asked.

"What?"

"I think I'm going to check out early tonight."

"Cause you're sick?"

"No." Mike objected. "Cause I'm tired."

"Whatever." Harvey said smiling. "I'll have Ray meet you downstairs, don't ride that stupid bike, it'll make you even more sick."

"Aw, sounds like you care."

"No, I don't." Harv

ey said flatly. "However, you're of no use to me sick. Get out of my office." He deadpanned. As soon as the door shut behind Mike though he muttered "Goodnight, Mike." To himself, smiling fondly at the thought of his associate.

A whole two days passed before Harvey seen Mike back at work. In the entire time Mike was away Harvey had probably thought about going to check on him a thousand and three times, each time shooting down the idea. That would've been weird.

What was even weirder was waking up this morning with a hard on and then getting off to thoughts off Mike. Sure, he'd never come quicker, but still, now Mike chose today to get better. And now Harvey had to face him. So, he put on his best I'm better than you attitude and walked to Mike cubical.

Turns out, he really had been sick. The words lucky guess floated through Harvey's mind. "Don't even say it." Mike said before Harvey had time to gloat. After a few more clicks of his mouth he looked up at Harvey, who looked amazing in his dark gray Tom Ford suit. The past few days had been endless, all Mike wanted was to get back to work.

And now that he had "Mi-ike." He was barely able to control the slight twitch his cock gave as Harvey dragged out his name. "My office, twenty minutes." And with that the threat of another appearance by Mr. Happy walked away from his cubical. He had to get this under control.

caramelcandylover: Thank you very much! I've wanted to write a fic for those two since the show came out, I just wanted to get to know the characters a little better. I'm glad you enjoyed the first chapter, hope you enjoyed this one.

Booth'slittleanthropologist: I'm glad I could convince you (come to the dark side, we have Harvey and Mike) lol. thanks!

NeonGreen69: Well, here it is, and yes, poor Mike. Poor Mike has the hottest boss ever. =) Very fun.

HappyLatty: Here you go.

EVERYONE! Please review, don't mean to sound desperate, but I like feed back!