A/N: Apologies. A million apologies. I've been sooo busy with life lately. I hope I didn't lose any of you.

Chapter 10

Harvey stared at himself in the mirror over the long sink counter. He felt a little gross. He hadn't eaten pizza since college, and the four slices he'd managed to gorge himself on last night were sitting well for now but he suspected they'd riot later. He'd ordered the pizza for Mike, because he knew the younger man loved the stuff and he'd just had a tough day finding out he was wanted dead by a drug ring. It was good pizza, but Harvey doubted he'd eat it again without Mike pulling him into it.

One of the associates had been washing his hands for much too long a few sinks away, but he finally finished and left the bathroom, leaving Harvey alone with his reflection.

Last night... He shook his head as he lowered his eyes to the sink. What was he thinking last night? He'd climbed into bed with Mike, nothing new there... but those thoughts. In the dark of Mike's room, leaning against the door, he'd looked at Mike in bed and thought about how used to this he was becoming, how used to it he wanted to be. He had remembered holding Mike so tightly the night before, how much he'd wanted to never leave Mike alone at night so those nightmares would never come. He'd stood there and breathed slowly. When Mike called out to him, he'd held his breath because...

Because Harvey had thought of kissing Mike, of kissing the fear out of his voice. Last night, Mike had sounded so normal, so calm, and it reminded Harvey that Mike didn't need or want that kind of comfort. He'd banished the thoughts and climbed into bed. And even though he'd decided against kissing, he'd found Mike's hand instantly and held on all night.

"Harvey."

"Louis." Just the person Harvey didn't want to deal with right now. They locked eyes in the mirror.

"Hardman's lookin for you," Louis warned, and it really did sound like a warning. "He says he thinks you're too distracted these last couple days. I told him not to worry about it. You're not off your game. I mean it's not like Mike's dying or anything...Is he?"

Was Louis telling the truth or fishing? Harvey honestly couldn't tell.

"No, Louis. He's not dying... unless he got hit by another car since this morning," Harvey amended.

"This morning? Did you talk to him? How's he doing? Did he say anything?" Maybe Harvey should've been more careful about how friendly Louis and Mike had been before the accident. He stared hard at Louis' reflection and tried to control his expression so as not to give anything away.

Did Mike say anything? Harvey felt his chest constrict. Yeah he had. That's why Harvey had escaped the monotony of work to hide in the bathroom for a few minutes of peace he'd obviously never get. Donna kept shooting him looks as though she knew, but she couldn't because he'd never said anything to anyone about it. He'd even made sure not to use kind words like 'please' and 'thank you' while asking her to do things... because apparently that was a tell.

Harvey could still hear that faint whisper that broke the silence of his early morning dose.

"He said he's feeling better," Harvey answered. "But I told him to take another day just in case. Concussions can last for a long time. You know I once heard of a woman who had one for six months."

"No kidding? Wow. Well hopefully that's not Mike. Can't very well work without him for six months." Louis laughed his little rabbit laugh and pointed at Harvey like some old man trying to be hip... which, when Harvey reevaluated the scene, turned out to be exactly what Louis was. Then the smile became business. "So listen. Donna told Norma you were looking for some information on drug trafficking for a case you haven't decided if you'll take or not. I have a contact in the police department if you want me to set you up."

Harvey managed a small smile and nodded. "Thanks, Louis. That would make things a lot easier for me."

"Alright. I'll give Norma the details to give to Donna." Louis gave Harvey a thumbs up. "Good talk. I'll talk to you later. Great talk."

And he shuffled out of the room.

Harvey let out a long sigh. Small victory, he reminded himself. A drug contact could help Harvey with building a case against the Surries. A drug contact could help him find the specific ones who'd injured Mike, who'd tried to kill him. This was a good sized win, and he did his best to let the usual pride of winning wash over him and douse the fire of indecision and hesitation in his blood.

Mike didn't remember much, just that first week. Harvey didn't even think Mike remembered anything before that. He'd be no help in figuring out what the Surries wanted with him. He'd be no help explaining those words, whispered against Harvey's shoulder. He'd be no help finding the source of the ball of kinetic energy in Harvey's chest that kept rolling and spinning around.

A few moments in a bathroom weren't going to solve things, even if he was alone.

The door pushed open and Harvey debated killing whoever had come in, but no one crossed the threshold. Donna stood just outside.

"Mike's here," she said, and if her serious tone wasn't enough, her raised eyebrows and slightly stunned expression were.

When he walked up to Donna's desk, Harvey could already tell something was up. Mike was standing in the office, in his suit, looking out the window. He was tossing a baseball gently between his hands, and the record player was on even though Harvey hadn't set it up.

"Donna?" Harvey asked, knowing she was right behind him.

"He brought me coffee," she answered. "Like... he brought me my coffee."

"But-" Could it be possible? Mike looked so comfortable in the office, so unlike when he'd walked around and panicked the other day. He was... Mike.

"I know. But it would be a huge win if he did remember. He just walked up, set the delicious drink on my desk and asked me to find you for him." Donna walked around her desk and slipped into her chair. "I really hope he remembers. I miss him."

"Yeah... me too," Harvey murmured. He was only partially listening, his eyes focused on the fluidity of Mike's back muscles as he began to move around. He was totally relaxed.

Donna smiled softly. "Oh just go inside already," she insisted. "Don't be a baby."

Harvey shot her a look that he hoped expressed his deep desire for her to shut up, and then he was pushing open the door and stepping inside. Smooth jazz rolled quietly from the record player. Mike's shoulders gained that jittery tension in them that he always got when he worried Harvey would be angry at him for not having everything they needed for a case ready to go. Did he have bad news? Had someone come after him again?

"Mike," he started, cautiously. "What are you doing in the office? I thought you were supposed to be resting."

"I can't," Mike said, setting the baseball back in its holder perfectly, and Harvey wondered if Mike ever noticed that he was the only one who could even pick up Harvey's collectibles without being castrated. "I mean I don't have to... Well, I probably do still have a concussion, and yeah I do get dizzy from time to time, but I don't need to rest. Harvey, I need to tell you about the night I was attacked."

"Well, sit down before you fall over," Harvey ordered and motioned to a chair. He took the one opposite Mike and steepled his fingers in his lap. "Did you remember more?"

Mike shook his head and leaned forward in his chair. He bit his lip gently and glanced back to the window. "I remembered everything." Harvey felt his breath catch and his brain pause. But then...- Mike didn't let him think. He returned his gaze to Harvey, a sort of interview stare, as though how Harvey responded was on trial. "Everything," he said.

"Everything?" Harvey finally managed. "Your job, your friends, me, Donna, everyone and everything?"

"I remembered the best way to brighten Donna's day is to bring her coffee, and I remembered her exact order when I got to the register, and I remembered this was your favorite album because it's actually your dad playing even though you like to pretend it isn't, and I remember that you used to work for the DA's office and that Hardman is a douche bag that I shouldn't trust... and that I had to almost force feed you a piece of pineapple once." Mike smiled at that memory and had to stop so he wouldn't laugh. He covered his mouth , drawing Harvey's attention to the fact that he'd been staring at it.

He didn't know what to say. Did they just go back to normal now? Did they talk about why Harvey let Mike stay in the first place? Should he quiz Mike on facts? How were they supposed to move now? Mike had nearly been killed... twice. He'd gotten amnesia. It was like a forgetting illness both ways – he had it and now he had all those memories back as though it had never happened... but it had. Harvey should have asked the doctor about this part.

Mike shook his head and smiled at Harvey. "Don't think too hard, Harvey," he said. "You don't have to throw me any 'welcome back' party or anything. We can just go back to how things were... but first, I really need to tell you about the Surries."

"Right." Harvey cleared his throat and shifted into a more business position. There was a flicker of response on Mike's face, as though he hadn't expected the move, but then it was gone and he was talking.

"Okay, I only got names of some of them. The one who ran me over is called Jones. Trevor says the car belongs to him. He's also the one who hit me over the head." He gently touched just behind his ear even though the spot was already covered by his hat. "Larry was the front runner. He did most of the damage – my finger, my face, the cuts, that sort of stuff. I'm pretty sure his real name is Lawrence-"

"The ring leader?" Harvey asked. His hands were gripped so tight together that it was a miracle the rest of his body was so calm. Mike was speaking as though none of this mattered, as though it hadn't traumatized him. How could he do that?

"No. I think it's his son. I'm pretty sure Trevor told me about him once. He's one of the worst ones. There was at least one skinny black guy and one other white male at the scene, but I didn't get their names. I could pick them out if I needed to though." Mike paused and shook his head. "And Trevor... He never touched me. He even made objections to what was happening. I mean, he didn't jump in to save me, but... I can't completely hold it against him. I mean, what would you have done?"

"I'd have kicked their asses and saved your life." The words left his mouth before they had fully formed in his mind, but he knew they were true, and he didn't mind Mike knowing. The look of stunned awe that took over Mike's face was fantastic, and Harvey's chest felt light.

The words from this morning drifted back to him again and shut off his rush of excitement at the reaction. He frowned and pushed himself to his feet, Mike's eyes following him the entire time.

"Louis is getting me a meeting with his contact in the police department that handles drug cases. Think you can remember enough details to give a good description to a sketch artist? Enough about the car to find it?"

"Harvey-," Mike began, sounded slightly teasing.

Harvey shook his head. "I'm not doubting your skills, Mike. But it was dark and you were traumatized. And don't give me that look. I don't have time for your bullshit. Tell it to someone who hasn't found you begging in your sleep every night. I just want to make sure we can catch these assholes."

Any hint of a smile left Mike's face then. He nodded solemnly. "Yeah. Yeah I can do that... The car probably still has blood in it or something too. Trevor said he left it in Surry territory and I know generally where that is... the police guy probably knows more specifically."

"Good. Now just cause you remember everything, doesn't mean you go out on your own yet. These guys are still gunning for you. Until we have some good news, you may want to stay at my place..." Harvey walked over to his desk and leaned on it.

"You want me to stay?" Mike asked. His eyebrows went up. His voice had a hitch of.. was that hope?

"Obviously you don't have to, but as a professional opinion giver, that's my advice." Yes. He wanted Mike to stay, and somehow that was getting easier to admit. Maybe it was the way Donna kept smiling at them through the glass.

"I'll do it." Mike's face relaxed and then grew serious. "Harvey." He stood up suddenly and moved too close to be considered professional. Harvey stood his ground, not even leaning back. His lips parted slightly, prepared to ask Mike what he thought he was doing and not because the proximity meant so much more since that morning. "I know what they want."

"Excuse me?" Harvey asked. Mike's eyes were clear and focused. He reached into the collar of his shirt and pulled out a good sized gold locket. "A necklace?"

"No, listen." Mike's pupils widened, excitement creeping into his tone. "Four years ago, Trevor was involved with the Surries as a mule. One night he went out with Nicole, Lawrence's daughter – Senior, not Junior – and they ended up going back to her place, which I was really glad about cause it's always a little awkward when you can hear your roommate-"

"Mike," Harvey scolded, interrupting.

"Right." Mike was nearly thrumming with energy, and his proximity in that state made Harvey's gut thrum too. Mike's excitement was... fascinating. "Anyway, he came home with this locket. Apparently the chain broke while they were in bed and it had fallen into his jacket pocket on the floor. He found it on his way home. He was going to throw it away, but I asked for it. I bought a new chain for it and put a photo of me and Grammy in it and gave it to her for Valentine's Day."

"What's the point of this, Mike?" Harvey asked. He felt defensive, not trusting his voice to anything less than rough responses.

"This." Mike moved the locket closer to Harvey. "When they broke into my apartment, Larry said his sister was responsible for carrying a microSD card with the account information for the gang's money... or at least for one section of it, and that she kept it in her necklace, which she claims Trevor stole from her. I don't know how she managed to keep it secret for four years that he'd taken it, but this is what they wanted from me."

"But you said you opened it and put a photograph in it. No microSD card," Harvey pointed out.

Mike nodded. "Right, and that's what I told them the other night and they didn't believe me. Larry kept wanting me to hand it over so he could check personally, and after you left for work today, I started looking at it. Watch."

Mike put the locket in his palm and then pressed the button on top, popping open the hatch and revealing the photo of him and his grandmother. He shut the clasp and smiled at Harvey like 'see? totally normal.' and Harvey fought the urge to remind Mike that this wasn't a magic show. Mike turned the locket over on its back and pressed his thumb firmly against it. Then he pulled down, like removing the plastic over the battery compartment of a remote or camera. The back of the locket came open just like that, revealing a padded area with a slight indentation. And right there, in that notch, was a microSD card.

"I'll be damned," Harvey murmured.

"I know," Mike replied, and he sounded so close that Harvey had to check himself. He'd leaned forward to see, and now they were only a few inches apart. Slowly, so as not to draw attention to himself, he pulled back to his original stance against the desk.

"So you think you can call off the hounds with that bone?" he asked.

"Not on its own, no," Mike said. He shut the locket and took a slow breath. He looked up at Harvey, those bright eyes finally coming down from their excitement, and seemed to realize how close he was standing. He swallowed noticeably and took two steps away. "When's your meeting with this drug cop? I have an idea."

Harvey sat in the town car outside the station. He stared out the window at the glass front door, thinking of how vulnerable a glass front was to attack. Mike was in there, talking to Sam – Louis' contact. Harvey had been too, but Donna had sent a text requesting a private conversation. Mike was going over the details of a plan anyway, hashing out what was and wasn't possible for the force to accomplish.

"Harvey?"

He pulled his eyes away from the doors and looked at the back of the seats in front of him. He'd sent Ray to get something to eat so he could have total privacy.

"Sorry. What?" he asked, phone pressed to his ear.

"I'm was asking about your interlude in the office earlier. You two were awfully close," Donna said.

"I know." He rubbed a hand over his face. "I wasn't thinking much. He was revealing a lot."

"I know," she echoed. "On the bright side, we've got our Mike back. On the other side, not so much a dark side but the other side, he's got to face his attackers now."

"It's going to be a long few days while this plan of his goes into motion," Harvey said. He sighed, hating how often he was doing that now.

"So...," Donna drawled. She gave a short pause, waiting for Harvey to say something, but he didn't know what she wanted him to say, and then continued. "I know I was just kind of joking about it the other day... but you two did seem really close. I think he might actually like you."

"Donna," Harvey warned.

"No, I'm serious. He looked really... hot, and I don't mean attractive." Donna hummed. "You looked warm."

Harvey dropped his head back against the seat. "Donna, I'm serious. We're not a novel. Mike's saving himself. I didn't help him remember anything. I didn't find Trevor. I didn't even come up with this plan to get the guys off him. He's doing it all himself. I'm not his hero, and this story doesn't end in clichés and sex."

Donna was silent for a beat and then, "But you want to be his hero. I mean, don't you?" She sounded confused, almost a little bit desperate. Another pause, and Harvey swallowed thickly. "Did I read you wrong? That's why you've been so protective of him, right? That's why you make exceptions for him and forgive him so easily and... I mean, that's why you ran out of the office as soon as the call came in about him being in the hospital. Isn't it?"

"He had amnesia, Donna," Harvey murmured.

"But he doesn't anymore! Harvey, I know you don't like admitting you have feelings, but you have them. Are you seriously going to do what he said and go back to normal? You're going to act like nothing happened? Like you didn't have a freakin' heart attack?" Now she sounded like Harvey had insulted her, and in a strange way, he supposed he had.

"Donna-"

"Oh my God. Did something happen?"

Harvey rolled his eyes. How did she always know? How? Was he that transparent even over the phone? She couldn't see his outfit or his body language. With sound reduction on phones, she probably couldn't hear any of the sighs or his breathing. How?

"Something did. Tell me. What happened?" she demanded.

"What are you, my walking diary?" Harvey asked.

"Forget that. What did he say? What did he do?" Donna asked.

Harvey didn't know how to deal with his emotions on his own. Having to face Donna with them didn't help at all. He remembered dozing with his eyes closed, enjoying sleeping past the break of dawn, enjoying the feeling of Mike's hand in his, Mike's warmth beside him. Mike had gripped his hand, and Harvey had feared an early morning nightmare relapse... but then Mike rolled into him, leaned his forehead against Harvey's shoulder and...

"Nothing, Donna. It was nothing. And anyway, it's my problem to deal with... later. We're trying to take on a drug ring right now, remember?" he reminded.

Donna huffed. "Fine, Harvey, but you can't keep dodging answers forever. One day you're going to have to open up, and don't expect me to keep giving you opportunities like this. I'm busy, you know."

"I know." Harvey smiled. "Waiting would be a waste of your time anyway, since I'm a pretty open book."

Donna snorted. "Harvey, you couldn't be more closed if you had a lock and key."

"Get back to work, Donna." but he was still smiling. He loved her for this bantering side, for the side that always knew when to push and when to lighten up.

They hung up, and he knew she was disappointed in him to some degree. He couldn't help it though. He never responded gracefully to being told someone loved him. Usually he back pedaled as quickly and smoothly as possible from the situation, but with Mike... He'd gotten up an hour later and made the dumb kid breakfast. He'd made sure he was okay, checked the locks on the doors, and told him to stay safe... even told him the real time he'd be home.

He needed to concentrate on fixing the issue at hand, but his mind kept going to Mike's lips, to the ways his eyes dilated when he was excited, to his hand grabbing onto Harvey's in the night... and then to Mike's soft confession. Things could never go back to the way they used to be. They would never be normal again. Harvey was adrift in uncharted waters.

Maybe Donna had it backwards. Maybe Mike was the hero and Harvey was the one in need of saving.

Preview chapter 11:

Police raids always look so cool on TV. Very fast paced and heart pounding. But when you're sitting on the sidelines and just waiting, they're actually really boring.

"You're quoting love movies to me?"

"Like we haven't done that before."

He pulled the locket from his pocket and held it up for Lawrence to see. Lawrence looked it over suspiciously, but Mike saw the recognition. "Do we have a deal, Mr. Surry?"

Harvey's arm went up, taking the cut. He bit out a shout of pain and ripped his arm back reflexively. Mike grit his teeth as the knife was raised up again, no hint of hesitation this time.

"Every time... Every damn time..." Mike felt nauseous. "Oh God, not again."