Oh, geez, guys! Sorry I haven't updated this in so long! RL has been utterly exhausting. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and again I'm very sorry it took me so long to write it. I do actually have plans for this story, believe it or not. Anyway, hopefully it won't take me so long to update from now on. Enjoy!

Mike paced nervously in Harvey's office, files gripped tightly in his hands. Donna was giving him a look but Mike ignored the glare.

Harvey should be here! Where would he have gone? He knew they had a meet with Turrell now, so why wasn't he here?

Donna calmly stepped into Harvey's office and shoved Mike onto the couch.

He tried desperately to not think about who had been sitting there earlier wearing nothing but his birthday suit. Donna's glare was at least helping to distract him.

"Stop destroying his carpet," she said evenly.

"But Turrell is going to be here any minute and Harvey's not here. And even if he was here, he wouldn't be visible!" A sudden idea occurred to Mike and he stood frantically, shouting out to the empty room. "Harvey! If you're in here and you're ignoring us I swear I'm going to—"

"Hello?"

Donna and Mike turned to see a man in a battered and rumpled suit staring nervously at them from the doorway.

"Um, I'm Kevin Turrell. I'm supposed to meet with Harvey Specter?" he asked nervously, adjusting his tie.

Mike took a deep breath. He couldn't believe he was about to do this, but he had no other choice. He would just have to do his best to imitate his boss. He opened his mouth to introduce himself when Donna stepped in front of him, hand held out to Turrell.

"Hello, I'm Harvey Specter," she said smoothly, just like Harvey himself.

Behind her, Mike gaped like a fish out of water. Donna gestured to the chair in front of Harvey's desk and sat down in Harvey's seat. She leaned back in the chair, exuding an air of smug egoism.

Turrell looked suspicious for a moment and didn't take more than a step before stopping and looking questioningly at Mike. But Mike was too busy trying to determine when Donna had acquired the ability to so precisely mimic their boss. He wondered if she practiced in her spare time or if she was just naturally that talented.

"Mike, would you bring me the file for Mr. Turrell's case, please?" she asked him, and then turned to Turrell. "This is my associate, Mike Ross. He'll be helping out on your case."

Turrell still looked wary, but he took a seat in the indicated chair and waited patiently for Mike to hand Donna his file.

This was proving rather difficult for Mike at the moment however. He was too busy trying to work his jaw into a closed position. At an evil glare from Donna that looked much too like Harvey's, Mike finally came to his senses and passed her the file.

Donna pretended to peruse it for a minute and then grinned smugly at Turrell. "Don't worry Mr. Turrell, you've got nothing to worry about."

Turrell frowned. "But, over the phone, you said…"

Donna raised an eyebrow and Mike shuddered.

"Well, it's just that you sounded…different…over the phone," Turrell explained.

Donna nodded sagely. "Yeah, I get that a lot. But back to your case, Mr. Turrell. My associate has some questions for you before you go." She turned to Mike and gestured to the couch. Mike purposely sat down in one of the chairs opposite the sofa and waited for a stunned Turrell to take a new seat.

Mike began asking the questions they'd been waiting to ask since they found that file last night. He realized he didn't actually need Harvey for this, that Donna had fulfilled the necessary role quite well. Too well, actually. It was giving Mike the creeps. It didn't help that she was still lounging at Harvey's desk, scanning the papers that were strewn across it and adopting an air of quiet arrogant confidence. He half expected her to be cradling a glass of scotch.

After finishing his interrogation, Turrell went back to stand before Donna. "Uh, Ms. Specter? May I talk with you in private about something?"

Donna narrowed her eyes in an all too familiar manner, and Mike realized he was supposed to leave as she shot him a look.

Just then, the phone rang. Donna looked expectantly at Mike.

"Mike, isn't it your job to answer my phone?" Mike stared at her in pure disbelief.

"But—"

"I still hear ringing!"

Mike gulped and dazedly walked to Donna's desk. Hesitantly he fielded the call and then saw the earpiece Donna always used to listen in. He wasn't sure, but he guessed she had done that on purpose. She was actually telling him to eavesdrop from her desk. Mike briefly wondered if he'd stepped into an alternate universe today, before hastily listening in on the conversation.

"I thought you said he was your associate, not your assistant," Turell asked curiously, staring in wonder at Mike.

"He's both, actually. We train our employees very well at Pearson Hardman, Mr. Turrell, and our associates take their jobs very seriously if they want to keep them." Donna shot Mike a look that he assumed meant he should be paying attention. Mike gulped and then proceeded to listen intently to their conversation.

…

Harvey headed back to his office, realizing that he probably shouldn't have drawn all of those moustaches on the pictures of Louis. Not that it would affect him, but Mike had probably been right about Louis making things even worse for him. Harvey didn't care about Mike, really, but he did care if Mike's ability to function properly at work was negatively affected by his actions.

So Harvey found himself hastily heading back for his office, aware that Turrell was probably waiting for him by Donna's desk. But as he approached he felt very confused.

Mike was sitting at Donna's desk, typing something into her computer about Harvey's schedule as he juggled the phone receiver on his shoulder.

Harvey peered into his office, wondering what he'd find there in this strange reality he'd walked into.

Donna was sitting at his desk, leaning smugly back in his chair looking for all the world like a redheaded, female version of himself.

Harvey stepped up to Mike, hoping he'd find some answers. "Okay, what's—"

And he was cut off by Mike shooting him a glare that so much resembled Donna's, Harvey actually did pause. Mike hung up the phone and turned to Harvey.

Harvey frowned before realizing Mike couldn't see it. "Why is—"

Mike handed Harvey a file with a bunch of sticky notes on it, and said, "Jessica wants to see you in her office."

Harvey took the file and after about a minute of being in slight shock, he decided to try again. "Do we need to have that talk about you interrupting me, again?"

Mike glared at him, but didn't pause in his furious typing. "Harvey, I have about three meetings to rearrange, I have to call Jason Teegret back about his personal problem you refused to be involved in, and I have to eavesdrop on Turrell's conversation so we can fix it later. So if you don't mind, I have work to do." Harvey didn't budge, but glared at Mike, hoping the man could feel the intensity of the gaze he couldn't see. "Unless you'd rather I had all our clients come in today," he offered too sweetly, just like Donna.

Harvey shuddered. This was too creepy. "You realize I could fire you for allowing this to happen."

Mike didn't even look up, just said, "Donna's scarier than you."

Harvey made a scoffing noise, but silently, he agreed.

"Are you sure it's a good idea to hold up Jessica?"

Harvey swore under his breath and headed to Jessica's office, wondering just what was going on today.

Hope it was at least worth the wait. Reviews please?