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"Harvey, I'm telling you that it could happen!"

Harvey gave an appointed look "A Zombie apocalypse? What are you twelve?"

Stiles sighed. Must he be so hard to convince? "No, I'm a sixteen year old who's having way too many zombie dreams, 'cause I like to dream them for fun. I'm telling you it's a sign!"

Harvey rolled his eyes and continued to walk towards Ray's car. "You're right. It's a sign that I'm going to throw away that damn PS-whatever out the window!"

Stiles paused then subsequently gasped. "You wouldn't."

Harvey smirked "I think we both know I would."

"But-

Stiles tripped over a cardboard box, and would have fallen flat on his face if Harvey didn't seize arm and catch him. He was going to yell at the boy about his clumsiness and Stiles winced preparing himself for the lecture until they both heard a soft meow. Both of them looked down in the box only to find a fluffy ginger kitty. Its forest green eyes sparkle in the sunlight as it meows again.

Holy freaking cow! This fluffy, puffy, round glob of fur, is the cutest thing he's ever seen!

"Aww!" Stiles chimed, reaching down to pet it.

Harvey put his and on Stiles' chest stopping him. "What are you doing?"

"I'm petting the fluffy kitty" he said, like it's the most obvious answer in the world.

Harvey scrunched his nose in disgust "Don't touch it; it's a stray for all we know. Now come on I'm going to be late."

"Please Harvey? Can I keep it?"

When Harvey turned around, he found Stiles cuddling the kitty. Okay fine, this sight was adorable even he had to admit it. The cat purred and nuzzled its face into Stiles' chest. Something swelled within his own chest.

Great.

Just great.

"No Stiles! Now come on."

"Please! It has no home, no kibble or catnip to feed on, no one to look after it!" Stiles put on his best puppy dog look. How ironic.

Harvey clenched his jaw "I said no, now move it!"

Stiles' feet stayed glued to the concrete still guarding his precious kitten.

Harvey grew even more irritated. "Don't make me come over there and get you" he warned.

Stiles still stayed stubbornly still his guard not backing down.

With one huff, Harvey paced his way over to Stiles. He grabbed the kitty by the scruff of its neck placing it back into the box, despite Stiles' protests. He then grabbed the boy's wrist none-to-gently haling him towards the car.

His eyes never left those green ones even when they sat in the car. Stiles' bottom lip wobbled and he felt like crying. It's not fair! He was going to take care of the little guy anyway! Harvey is just being his typical asshole-self!

"Hey Ray, how do you feel about animal cruelty?"

Ray gave him a questioning look through the front view mirror.

Harvey rolled his eyes. "Enough Stiles. Ray don't answer that."

Stiles huffed and looked out the window; pouting defeatedly.

Ray's eyes darted from Harvey to Stiles questioningly, and continued to drive, choosing to ignore the little argument.

Harvey met up with Mike and Stiles followed. Mike greeted him and Stiles just muttered a 'hey' halfheartedly. He questioningly looked at Harvey for an answer.

Harvey ignored the look and continued to talk about the case.

Whatever it was it could wait.

Stiles' mind kept wandering back to the ginger kitty. His heart felt like it was in a cramped cage, and he couldn't help but hunch his shoulders and hang his head. Oh those needy green eyes that begged him to be taken away and not be left alone! He just wanted to snuggle that kitty and kiss it multiple times on its fuzzy head, and feel it purr.

"Stiles go up to my office, stay there, and don't touch anything, understood?"

Stiles shrugged muttering something incoherent.

Harvey's voice became more authoritive"I expect a verbal answer to my face and not a shrug at my shoes."

Stiles forced himself to look into Harvey's eyes and ground out a "yes" keeping the 'heartless asshole' part out of the equation. He then slowly dragged his feet to Harvey's office where he visualized himself breaking all the records with a baseball bat.

While he was passing by he heard a familiar faint meow.

*Le gasp!*

Was that a cat? More importantly was it his cat!? Was it a figure of his imagination? No, it felt too real to be fake… Where did it come from though? Behind the front desk? A really high shelf!? What if he was in danger!? Stiles looked everywhere then peered through the glass of someone's office seeing a ginger glob of fluff. There he is! Stiles jogged to his kitty but stopped abruptly. This wasn't just anyone's office. This was the office of Louis Litt.

Oh shit.

"Well well well, if it isn't Harvey Jr." Louis sneered.

Stiles narrowed his eyes. "Don't call me that Lewis." Pronouncing it like (LEW-EEZ).

"What are you doing in front of my office? Didn't you hear? No pests allowed in the firm." He scoffed.

"Oh don't take yourself seriously Louis," he said, "no one does."

Louis clenched his teeth "I'll ask you again. What are you doing in front of my office?"

Stiles puffed out his chest "I'm here to collect what's mine."

"And that would be…

"My furr real-friend." Stiles finished.

Louis grinned deviously "Oh no little boy, that's not your cat. Little Thisbe is mine."

He snorted "Who the hell names a cat Thisbe?"

"I do." Louis ground out.

"Well he is mine. Besides I found him first."

"Well last time I checked, she was curled up in a crappy box starving with no food or home."

Oh brother. "You know, I love hearing you talk- the white noise is very relaxing."

Meow.

Louis and Stiles stare at the ginger cat as it scratches the front door with its tiny paws. Its eyes beam upwards.

Louis turns back to Stiles "I have an Idea-

"That's a first."

-whoever Thisbe goes to first they get to keep her."

Stiles nodded in agreement. It sounded fair "Deal."

The two cat lovers enter Louis' office. Stiles picked up the little kitty and nuzzles his forehead. "Thisbe" purrs in delightment as Stiles scratches his belly.

Louis snatches Thisbe out of his hands and puts her on the floor. The kitty obediently sits in the center of the room as Stiles and Louis move to the opposite side.

Stiles crouches down "Ready?"

Louis cracks his neck "Set."

Both of them get ready.

"GO!"

The two of them start making sounds, gestures, and summons toward the kitty. The helpless animal stares at both of them as if there insane, and continues to lick its paw. After a solid two and a-half minutes both of them grew tired of calling.

"Stiles!"

in that moment, an angry Harvey Specter entered the office. "What did I say-

Harvey's eyes landed on a very familiar ginger cat and clenched his jaw at the sight. He glared at Stiles "What the hell is this cat doing in this firm?"

Louis stood up and straitened his suit. "Thisbe is my cat, Harvey."

"No," Stiles challenged, "Loki is my cat."

Louis snickered, "Loki?"

"Better that Thisbe!"

Meow. Prrrrr

Both men shifted their attention to Thisbe/Loki who was in Harvey's arms. He scratched the kitty's pink ear as it continued to purr in delight. The cat went to Harvey.

The cat.

Went.

To Harvey.

What in the fiery pits of hell.

Harvey smirked at both of their jaw dropped faces. What? Even animals have to love him. He walked over to Louis and gently placed the cat into his hands. Stiles stuttered many protests. Harvey grabbed him by his ear and exited Louis' office with a painful teen following behind him.

Stiles tried to tug Harvey's hand away and flushed when people stared at them awkwardly. "Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!"

They passed by Donna who just smirked in amusement and Harvey threw him onto the couch. Stiles hissed in pain and rubbed his now-red ear.

"You know I would have liked it better if you would just kindly ask me to come!" he kept on rubbing his ear and faked a deep voice representing Harvey. "Stiles go to my office now! Yeah sure thing Harv, wouldn't want me ear to be ripped off now would we?"

Harvey smacked the back of Stiles' head ignoring the "OUCH!"

"That's the problem Stiles, you don't listen!"

Stiles now rubbed his ear and the back of his head. "It's not my fault your arch enemies are cat stealers."

Harvey sighed for the umpteenth time that day. Must everything be about this damn cat? Okay the little fuzz-ball's adorable, but how could he be so emotionally attached to it?

"Look kid. Louis is a cat keeper; he has fifty. And I'm sure he'll take care of it."

Stiles pouted "It's not an 'it' his name is Loki."

Harvey rolled his eyes and sat in his chair. As if he cared.

"Besides," Stiles argued "You've never had a pet your whole life!"

"Not true." He said.

Stiles raised his eyebrows. "You had a pet?"

"Yeah. I had a pet fish."

Now it was Stiles' turn to roll his eyes. "A fish and a cat are not the same thing."

Harvey leaned slightly forward "But they're still pets."

Stiles snorted "But there not the same thing."

"Are to."

"There not!"

"Are to!"

"There NOT!"

"Are." Pause "To."

Stiles sighed tiredly "Donn-

"Leave me out of this." She said through intercom.

Stiles huffed and slumped back into the couch.

Harvey smirked "Quit pouting, it makes you look even younger than you do already."

Stiles crossed his arms "Yeah in a couple of years you would want to look like as young as me." He muttered.

Harvey parted his mouth. Did he just call him old?!

"What did you just say?"

Oh crap.

"N-nothing. Y-you know Harvey you're the best law-

"Save it."

…

Harvey went back to work while Stiles silently brooded. One and a-half hour later, Harvey found Stiles sprawled on his couch asleep. He studied Stiles' face and couldn't help notice how innocent he looked. He got up from his chair and walked over to the sleeping boy. Harvey took off his jacket and gently draped it over Stiles' torso, up to his chin. At least the kid had shut upped now-even in his sleep. Sometimes he heard the boy talking about some Sourwolf, was it? Or some girl with strawberry blonde hair. Maybe it was Donna?

Harvey smirked at the thought of Stiles dreaming of her. He couldn't help but rake his hand through Stiles' soft fluffy hair. He did this three more times and then cupped his cheek, rubbing his thumb in a circular motion over his tiny moles. Stiles automatically leaned into the touch and smiled in his sleep.

Thank God, no one's watching. You're making me grow soft kid.

Aaannnd curtain! Hey guys! I've recently noticed that all my past chapters have been REALLY angsty and serious. Sooo, I decided to write a quick fluffy chapter. Please excuse my rambling in this, I couldn't help. Maybe I'll bring Thisbe/Loki back in future chapters. Hope I made you squeal! Drop a review for me, eh?