Well, here you go, chapter 2. Thank you to those who have been patiently waiting for the update to this. I have now discussed things with the OP, tamismyfather, and I have an idea of where this is going now, so I should be posting more soon! Enjoy!

In all fairness, Mike had not explained the situation very well.

"Harvey, good to see you," Donna said with a straight face, causing Harvey to roll his eyes (not that anyone could see it) and Mike to burst into more inappropriate giggles.

"Very funny," he sniped back, beginning to feel greatly disgruntled about this whole experience. He showed his displeasure by ripping the suit bag from Donna's hands and marching off to the men's room to change.

Fortunately, Donna had had the good sense to come in even earlier after seeing his message, and no one else from the office was there.

Harvey stared at his appearance in the mirror. Where his head should be was the reflection of the stalls behind him. He really was just a suit floating in the air. It felt rather strange to see himself as being absent of any reflection at all.

Trying to ignore the image in the mirror, he quickly changed into his fresh suit, replacing it with the rumpled one and zipping up the bag.

But there was one more problem, he realized. He looked damn fine, or at least his suit did, anyways, but he couldn't get the tie right. It was extremely difficult to tie the fabric properly when you couldn't see your own hands. (He'd at least had the good sense to leave his socks on, so he would know where his feet were in relation to his pants). In the end, it took him five extra minutes, but he'd finally gotten it just right, and headed back towards his office.

Mike and Donna were arguing about something. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but it sounded like Mike was actually holding his own against Donna. Harvey had to admit, if only to himself, that he was mildly impressed.

"Mike, please tell me you have an extra suit," Harvey said as he approached them.

Mike frowned at him. "Harvey, this is my extra suit."

Harvey honestly regretted that Mike couldn't see his expression, because he was certain Mike would have run crying if he had.

"Okay, geez, can't take a joke," Mike groused.

"After your laughing fits this morning, I really don't want to hear another hint of anything funny from you ever again," Harvey said. And before Mike could respond, Harvey asked, "What were you two discussing a minute ago?"

"Mike thinks you should cancel your meetings," Donna said.

Harvey looked expectantly at Mike until he realized that Mike couldn't see that. This was going to take some getting used to. God, did Harvey hope he wouldn't have to actually get used to this. "Mike?"

Mike shrugged. "Well, I don't know, I guess I just thought the clients might be terrified to find that their attorney is just a pile of overpriced fabric."

"Overpriced?" Harvey complained.

"I believe the term is 'empty suit'," Donna interrupted.

"Careful," Mike warned her. "He gets mad when you call him that."

"Look, I think Mike is right," Harvey began. Donna gave him a surprised look. "Donna, cancel all my appointments for today."

"Harvey, you have a meeting with Kevin Turrell today," Donna said.

Harvey swore. Mike looked thoughtful, though, and Harvey began to worry that his associate was cooking up another one of his terrible doomed plans.

"What?" Harvey asked, just wanting to get it over with.

"Well, the client hasn't met you before, has he?" Mike asked.

"No…" Harvey answered hesitantly. He hoped this wasn't going where he thought it was going.

"So, I mean, hypothetically, I could pretend to be you," the man suggested. I knew it, thought Harvey.

"You're right, that's a terrible idea," Donna said.

"Donna, Harvey didn't reject it yet," Mike whined, a wounded look on his face.

"No, she's right. It's a terrible plan," Harvey said. He could just imagine how that scene would go. Mike would probably destroy everything they'd spent an entire night and most of a morning working on, and Harvey, being invisible, wouldn't be able to save him.

Mike crossed his arms in a definite pout. This angered Harvey greatly, as he was still of the opinion that this whole situation was somehow Mike's fault, no matter how irrational and undocumented it was.

"Why don't you go do something productive, instead of making things worse?" Harvey asked, and Mike looked at him with thinly veiled hurt written all over his face.

"No need to lose your head," Mike said dejectedly as he slinked off towards the bull pen.

Harvey had to hand it to him—that was actually clever. "Mike?"

The associate turned slowly back to him.

"Go change your clothes. You look terrible," Harvey said more gently.

Mike smiled as he headed off, presumably to change and do whatever it was they paid him for.

Behind him, Donna snorted.

"What?" Harvey said.

"Harvey Specter," she said with a smile. "You are so transparent."

"Oh, 'Ha, ha,'" he said, and marched into his office.

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