Louis had just come in to the office and he was already pissed.

Harvey Specter had, as usual, bested him again.

It had been his case. His! And Harvey had once again managed to strip him of it. He'd probably whined to Jessica about it and she always listened to him!

So Louis decided to remedy this situation by marching over to Harvey's office, right after swinging by the partners' break room for the usual custard donut. But when he got there it was gone. He searched the room a little until he spotted it in the trash can with a tiny nibble taken out of it. Harvey, Louis thought. He just knew that Harvey was juvenile enough to have done that.

With renewed vigor, he set off towards Harvey's office.

Donna was busily typing something at her desk when he arrived, but after a quick glance through the glass walls, he found the office empty.

"Why are you here, Louis?" Donna said, as though talking to an annoying bug that wouldn't leave. He really hated how much she got away with. And yet he envied Harvey his secretary. Norma gave him the creeps, and she knew it.

"Where's Harvey?" Louis demanded, managing not to outright yell at the fiery woman. He knew from experience that she didn't respond well to threats.

"In his office," she said, as if it were obvious.

Louis looked more intently at Harvey's office this time, scanning for the man, but still he found it empty.

"Yeah, he's not in there. Look, just tell me, and stop playing games," he said, venom seeping into his voice.

She looked up at him with disdain and Louis actually quivered.

"Please," he added with a swallow, attempting to not squeak.

She leveled a stare at him. "Louis," she said icily. "He's in his office."

"Really? Because I don't see him in there, so unless he's hiding behind his desk, I think you better tell me where he is." He winced at the threat, but it was too late to take it back.

Donna looked like she might actually murder him, and he suddenly wondered if maybe she was capable of causing people to spontaneously combust.

"I told you where he was. It's not my problem if you can't see him," she said, and Louis could have sworn that she had a hint of laughter in her eyes.

"Tch!" he muttered, rolling his eyes in exasperation. He decided to make a strategic retreat for now. "Whatever. When he's ready to be an adult and show his face, tell him to come find me." Louis strode away with a purposeful stride, as he hoped that Donna's glare wouldn't actually burn holes in his back.

…

"That was fun," Donna said on the intercom.

"It was," Harvey agreed with a snicker. Maybe this invisibility thing wasn't so bad after all.

…

"Mike," Louis said, walking right past the associate and into his office.

Mike had been busily compiling his notes on the Turrell case for Harvey's appointment with the man, and he sighed at Louis's interruption. Begrudgingly, he rose from his chair and pulled his headphones from his ears, following Louis into his office.

"I'm kind of in the middle of something important for Harvey, so—"

"Where is he, Mike?"

Mike stopped mid-excuse, surprised by Louis's question. Usually whenever Mike claimed to be busy working for Harvey, Louis made some crack about how Mike worked for Louis too and then shoved extra work into his arms. "Umm, who?"

"Don't play dumb," Louis sneered, leaning back into his desk chair, and glaring at Mike.

"I'm not—" Mike began.

"Harvey."

"Harvey? Um, I wouldn't know. I'm kind of busy working." Mike didn't have time for this. Turrell would be here soon, and he was still trying to figure out a way to fix this mess of invisibility that Harvey had landed himself in.

"C'mon, Mike," Louis smiled at him. Mike really wished he wouldn't smile; it creeped him out. "Where is he?"

Mike paused, considering. "To be honest, Louis, I haven't seen him yet."

Louis just stared at him.

Mike stared back, until after the silence had stretched past the awkward zone, he asked, "So, can I go now? I have work to do."

"Get out," Louis said and glared at him until he left.

Mike finished up his notes and headed over to Harvey's office.

"You have my notes?" Harvey's suit asked from his couch.

"You owe me," Mike said.

"You really do," Donna said via intercom. "Norma heard the whole thing."

Harvey's suit snickered. "What'd you tell him?"

"Hadn't seen you yet," Mike laughed back, and took a seat on the couch next to where he imagined Harvey to be.

"Donna was better," Harvey's suit said.

"Duh," the intercom agreed. Mike shook his head. It wasn't fair, really. How could he compete against Donna?

"How'd you get him to not see your suit floating eerily in midair through the windows?" Mike asked. "Did you actually hide behind your desk, again?"

"Again? Harvey, why were you hiding behind your desk?" Donna inquired through the speaker.

"I was not hiding!" Harvey said indignantly.

"Whatever, Harvey," Mike said, rolling his eyes and grinning. "But really, how did you hide from Louis?"

"I wasn't hiding. I was sitting right here the whole time," Harvey said.

It actually took Mike a second to figure out the implications of that statement. He stood rapidly from the couch like it was on fire. Harvey let out a chuckle.

"Why? Oh, God. Why?" Mike exclaimed loudly.

"It was Donna's idea," Harvey defended.

"I am never sitting on that couch again!" Mike swore.

"Just be glad I didn't take her advice to haunt the halls of Pearson Hardman," Harvey said with a chuckle.

"Yet," Donna interrupted.

"Oh God," Mike said, feeling faint. Naked Harvey, he thought and he felt thankful that his boss had had the decency to put his clothes back on after teasing Louis.

"I could really use a coffee," Harvey's suit said standing up, and to Mike's horror, began removing itself.

"Aghh! Stop! Please, for the love of God, stop!" Mike screamed in a panic.

"Well, I can't very well go out looking like this, Mike," the suit argued.

"No. I'll go get us coffee. I'll do anything. Just…don't, please."

"Fine," the suit grumbled.

Mike took a moment and gathered himself before opening the door to leave.

"Just, hurry up," the suit called rudely to him.

"Okay, just keep your pants on," Mike said and paused. "I totally planned that."

"Go!" the suit yelled, and began unzipping its fly for emphasis. Mike bolted out the door and ran as fast as his legs would carry him, towards the break room.

So...yeah. This is what happens when I try to write stuff at 2AM...Oh, my brain. o_O Reviews please? :]