Oh, dear. This fic...what is wrong with my brain? Curse you Tam Is My Father!
Louis strode down the hall, his general irritation (courtesy Harvey Specter) made apparent by the deliberate stomping manner in which he proceeded.
His destination: Jessica's office.
He'd had enough of Harvey's shenanigans today! And Ross was deserting his post, making it virtually impossible for Louis to cheer himself up by piling insane amounts of work on Harvey's toy.
But Harvey stealing his case and then completely ignoring it, canceling his meetings, and assigning a random associate to handle it? That was the last straw.
So it was with a sneer of disgust and trepidation that Louis walked up to Jessica's office door.
"She's busy," Jessica's assistant said to him like he'd just done something particularly stupid.
Louis glared at her and then studied Jessica's office through the glass very carefully.
Inside, he could see Jessica sitting on the corner of her desk, her eyes gleaming with superiority and amusement. It was obvious by the way her lips moved that she was in a serious discussion with someone, but there Louis was left with yet another mystery.
There was no one in her office.
He scanned the room once more to make sure, but he was certain she was alone. He turned to the assistant, who refused to acknowledge him until after she'd finished typing something.
"Can I help you Mr. Litt?" she said impatiently.
Louis bit back the insult he wanted so badly to hurl at the woman and instead asked, "What exactly is she busy with?"
The assistant sighed wearily and glanced back into Jessica's office. "Well, gee, Mr. Litt. I'd assume she was in a meeting or something, wouldn't you?"
Louis contorted his face as he tried to stop the retort. He barely succeeded. "I know that. Who is she in a meeting with?"
"One of the senior partners," she said icily and Louis couldn't help but notice the way she'd slightly emphasized the word 'senior'.
"It wouldn't happen to be Harvey Specter, would it?"
"Why, yes, I believe it was," she replied, her false politeness ignored as his hatred for Harvey caused him to grind his teeth.
He looked in at the scene in the office once more and wondered where Harvey was if he was supposedly in a meeting with Jessica. He obviously wasn't in the room, unless he was hiding behind the sofa, which Louis highly doubted. Maybe he was on his phone. Which of course, meant he was either away and on his cell or in his office!
Louis adopted a more optimistic smile and marched down towards Harvey's annoyingly larger and much more ideally located corner office (which he'd won over Louis in a bet a few years back; Louis was certain Harvey had cheated on that one—there was no way Harvey had actually fit twenty-four gum balls in his mouth!).
When he got there, he waltzed right past Donna's station, hoping if he was quick enough, she wouldn't be able to stop him. He only made it to the door handle before two things made him freeze.
The first being the resounding and final "No," that was directed at him from Donna's desk, and the second being the image of the two people sitting around Harvey's desk within the office.
The problem with the latter was not with the man closer to Louis, who was obviously a client, but with the person sitting opposite them. They had fiery red hair and well, breasts, to be frank, and they were most certainly not Harvey. On closer inspection, it actually appeared to be Donna. Louis frowned at this, then realized that Harvey obviously had missed his client meeting and was making Donna cover for him. Louis decided this was the perfect opportunity for revenge. He'd just go in there and blow her cover.
That's when a warning throat clearing was thrown at him yet again from Donna's station.
Something clicked in Louis's brain and he finally realized that that voice he'd heard probably wasn't Donna.
Pausing, for a moment, his evil scheme, he turned to investigate.
Sitting at Donna's desk, busily typing away at her computer and looking for all the world like a male version of secretary, was Mike Ross.
Louis couldn't let a simple associate, much less one who worked for Harvey, talk that way to a junior partner. "Mike, what the hell are you doing?"
Mike didn't even stop what he was doing. "Harvey's busy, Louis."
"Uh, in case you didn't notice, Mike, that's not Harvey in there. Technically that is lying to a client—something Harvey is going to get in very big trouble for. And you're supposed to be working, not fooling around playing secretary, so if you don't want to get fired right now, I'd suggest you scurry off to that mountain of paperwork on your desk." Louis was confident he'd successfully scared the man when Mike froze in his hastened typing. Louis prepared to return to his evil machinations.
Slowly, Mike turned to stare at Louis, a calm and sweet smile on his face. "June 7th, 1999."
Louis froze, feeling the temperature of the room actually lower. He shuddered as he felt a wave of déjà vu wash over him and he had the sudden crazy thought that maybe Donna had swapped bodies with Mike; how else could the man have known about that?
Catching himself, he schooled his features to a smooth calmness, replying with, "Is that supposed to mean something to me?"
"I don't know. You tell me," Mike said sweetly, sounding so much like Donna that Louis did a double take.
Louis chewed on his bottom lip for a second before approaching Mike, who looked suddenly uncomfortable at the proximity. "You expect me to believe Donna gave away one of her precious secrets?"
"Yeah, she's not the only one who talks to Norma."
Louis swallowed nervously, letting out a distressed whine as he realized he was cornered.
"Fine, just tell me where Harvey is," he managed to get out without sounding like he was begging.
Mike shook his head, said, "Goodbye Louis," and resumed typing.
Louis glared at the assistant—associate!—he corrected, and then stomped back to the bullpen. Maybe if he yelled at some of his useless minions it'd make him feel a little better. Maybe.
More to come soon! Oh the plans I have for this...Mwhahahahaha!