Okay, so I know this has taken forever, and I'm sorry. You have no idea how much I've beaten myself up for the delay on this story. Anyway, I hope this chapter sort of makes up for the long wait.


Greg was sitting in his usual chair in the associate break room, listening disinterestedly to the conversation around him.

Seth was trying to convince Harold to do something stupid, it seemed, and Harold, as usual, was gullible enough to consider it.

"C'mon, Harold. It'll be fun. He won't know what hit him," Seth said.

Harold was looking more and more desperate as the argument continued. Greg would have thought Harold would be slightly more confident in himself after having found proof of a Phillip Jenkins. Kyle had certainly seemed annoyed enough to allow some proper gloating, but Harold seemed incapable of normal human actions and open to all things weird.

"But I don't want him to not know."

Greg turned his head, growing bored of the conversation, and tensed. Louis was approaching the room, and he didn't look happy.

"Guys," he said in a harsh whisper which everyone ignored.

Seth wasn't giving up on Harold, no matter what dangers lay ahead. "Kyle would do it."

Louis took a step inside. No one noticed him except for Greg who was avoiding any and all eye contact.

"But I don't want to be Kyle!" Harold complained with a shout and a defeated gesture.

And then Greg saw a strange sight. Louis had frozen at Harold's words and was slowly backing out of the room, a slightly puzzled look on his face. Greg sipped his coffee, wondering what was wrong with everyone today.

…

Harvey had returned from Jessica's office and headed for Donna's desk. Mike was still typing furiously at the keyboard, phone receiver on one shoulder. Donna was apparently still talking to Turrell, because they were shut in his office.

"Harvey, I need you to find these files for me," Mike said suddenly.

Harvey startled. He was completely invisible at the moment, so how did Mike—?

"Being Donna has given me heightened sensory perception," Mike interrupted. Of course, Harvey thought with a roll of his eyes.

Harvey grabbed the piece of paper from the edge of Mike's desk. Donna's desk. Whatever.

"And why am I running errands for you?" Harvey asked amusedly.

"Because you have nothing better to do than draw mustaches on Louis's pictures of himself and ruin my life for the next few weeks. Plus, you're creeping me out with your nakedness."

"How do you know about—?"

"Please, Harvey. I'm Donna, remember?" Mike said so genuinely that Harvey actually started to picture him with red hair.

"Fine. But I'll only do it because I'm bored."

"And if you don't, I'll ruin your schedule," Mike added cheerily.

Harvey gave him a glare, which of course Mike couldn't see. Harvey was really getting tired of being invisible.

…

"Wow, Donna, did you get a haircut or something? You look different."

Mike looked up to find a grinning Rachel leaning on his desk. He swatted good-naturedly at her papers that were littering his clean surface. She pulled them off with a laugh.

"You should see Harvey," he joked.

"I heard no one's seen Harvey."

Mike gave her a grin. "I meant the new and improved one, and much prettier than the last one" and he pointed into Harvey's office.

Rachel took a good long stare. "Why do I feel left out?"

Mike looked at the folders in her hands. "You don't have to."

She raised an eyebrow and he knew he'd hooked her. Being Donna certainly had its advantages.

"Well, Harvey is supposed to have an associate. And he really needs him to scour the case files on Kevin Turrell. But this associate hasn't been seen since," and he looked at his watch for effect, "fifty-seven minutes ago."

Rachel gave him a wink. "I think I can handle that."

Mike smiled and went back to his newly acquired godlike multitasking abilities.

…

Louis walked out of the break room with a huff. He had no idea what was going on here anymore. Everyone was someone else! And he still hadn't found Harvey.

And then an idea occurred to Louis suddenly. If Donna was Harvey, and Mike was Donna, then Harvey was Mike! He'd get his revenge on Harvey Specter if it was the last thing he did. Not that he remembered exactly why he was angry at him anymore. But it's not like he really needed an excuse.

He headed quickly over to the associates area and went straight for Mike's cubicle. Where he found Rachel Zane sitting hunched over a bunch of case files.

Louis stared at her in confusion.

She looked up at him finally and Louis remembered he should probably say something.

"What are those?" he managed to ask. He didn't recognize the case name, after all.

"I don't have time to do your work right now, Louis. I'm really busy with this stuff for Harvey," Rachel said distractedly in near perfect imitation of Mike Ross.

"But—"

And then the phone on the cubicle desk rang. Rachel picked it up, still busily scanning papers in front of her. "Mike Ross."

Louis stood there listening distractedly to the phone conversation, before dazedly staggering off. He wondered, if Rachel was Mike, then who was Rachel?

And what was going on today?

…

Harvey hadn't been able to dig up the files Mike had asked for in the file rooms, which he would have refused to enter had he been wearing his suit. The dust in those rooms was overwhelming. He almost pitied the associates and paralegals that had to brave those dungeons on a daily basis.

Paralegals. Of course! Why hadn't he thought about it earlier? If Mike had wanted files retrieved for some reason, he would of course ask Rachel to do it for him. That kid was too predictable.

Harvey made his way carefully to Rachel Zane's office, weaving around the traffic of lawyers in the narrow corridors of the building.

Rachel's office was tiny and cramped, but he thought it might have had a slightly better view than his own. He sidled around the desk and leaned over the mass of papers there, looking for the ones Mike had requested.

The sound of the door clicking open startled him and he straightened to see Louis dazedly walking in.

What the hell? Harvey thought, as Louis sat despondently at Rachel's desk. Harvey jumped as far back into the corner as he could to avoid the dangerously aimed chair that Louis swung out. This office was too tiny, and now Harvey found himself literally backed into the corner with no escape route. Louis began rummaging through the papers littered across the desk, muttering something just quietly enough that Harvey couldn't hear it.

Harvey hastily thought through the possibilities for escape and decided he'd just have to knock Louis out if he wanted to leave anytime soon. He carefully picked up the three-hole-punch from atop Rachel's filing cabinet and raised it above Louis's head.

And then the sound of the door clicking open again startled them both. They looked up only to find Jessica waltzing into the office.

"Rachel, I need—" she paused as she took in Louis and the floating hole-punch above his head, "these files ASAP." She gave a sharp look in Harvey's general direction while handing Louis a list, supposedly, of the files she needed. Then she was gone.

Harvey sagged in relief before realizing he was still trapped and he'd just been banned from causing traumatic brain injury to Louis.

"Am I Rachel?" Louis asked himself aloud. Harvey stared at him in confusion.

Louis picked up the list of files. "I am. I am Rachel Zane," he muttered experimentally, voice filled with resignation. He stood and slowly made his way around the other side of the desk. "I'm Rachel Zane." He pulled the door open, an odd expression on his face as he muttered his strange mantra over and over to himself.

Well, Harvey thought, replacing the hole-punch on the file cabinet and watching Louis walking through the hall,stranger things have happened.

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