Hello! I am so sorry that this story took so long. School has been busy since its winding down. I won't be done until April, so I apologize in advance for the slow uploading that's to come. Once I'm done in the beginning of April, hopefully I'll be able to upload quicker! In the meantime, this is one of my ideas for a fic. But rest assured, I have written down all the wonderful prompts given to me and I WILL get to them. I promise! For now, I hope you enjoy :)

The sun poured down on New York, hot and relentless, causing waves of heat to sizzle in the air from the hot asphalt below. It was the middle of July and New York was having a heat wave; there hadn't been any rain in over two weeks and the city was buzzing with agitation, hot and sweaty bodies meandering from building to building trying to stay in the cool air conditioning for as long as possible.

Mike had even been taking cabs to work, the outdoors too hot to ride his bike. He had tried in the beginning of the heat wave, but after the short ride he had shown up to the office drenched in sweat, painting and red. Harvey had taken one look at him and sent him back home to change and shower, muttering something about "not letting puppies run loose".

Currently, Mike was savoring the air conditioning that Ray had blasting at its coldest setting. He and Harvey were on their way to meet a client at a fundraiser his company hosted every year to help raise money for cancer research. The CEO, and their client, Adam DeSouza, had lost his wife to cancer the same year he had started his business and so each year he ran the fundraiser in her name to help support other victims of the disease.

Harvey had emphasized how important it was for them to show their support. This was a near and dear cause to their client, so each year they would come out to give a donation along with providing Adam any support he needed. It was not only the right thing to do, but it also kept Adam in favour of their law firm, kept his business, and that made Jessica happy.

They arrived at Central Park where the fundraiser took place. People would give a donation and receive a t-shirt while also being entered into the walk for charity event where they would walk around the central park path which had been closed off to the public for the day.

As soon as Mike opened the car door, the wave of heat that blasted him almost had him staggering. It made it hard to breathe and he could already feel the sweat beading on his forehead.

"It is so hot out here," Mike said as he walked around the car to meet Harvey, "how are you not hot? You don't even look like you're breaking a sweat in that suit."

Harvey, as always, was the picture of cool. Even in his thick and expensive suit, there was no sign of sweat on his face, his hair perfectly styled, while Mike's was limp with sweat.

"I don't sweat," Was all he said, a playful smile on his face, before he turned and walked toward the welcome tent set up down the path.

Mike jogged lightly to catch up to him, regretting it as he felt his back become damp. "That's ridiculous, everyone sweats. Seriously, how are you not hot?"

Harvey rolled his eyes. "Did I say I wasn't? I'm just not complaining about it like a child, unlike some people."

Mike shot him a glare but didn't say anything back as they had reached the tent where Adam was standing.

"Hey guys!" Adam said brightly, walking over to shake their hands, "I'm glad you could make it."

"We wouldn't miss it," Harvey said, reaching into his suit pocket and pulling out a slip of paper.

"This is for you."

Adam took it, a knowing smile on his face. "You know you don't have to donate this every year, Harvey. It's enough for you to even come out."

"It's a good cause you're supporting, Adam. It's my pleasure."

Adam just nodded, an appreciative look on his face, before placing the check in the money box with the other donations.

Mike suddenly realized that he didn't have money for a donation with him. Harvey must have seen the panic on his face because he chuckled and gave Mike a playful nudge.

"Don't worry, kid, I made the donation from both of us. I donated more than I would on your behalf."

"Wow, um thanks Harvey," Mike stammered, genuinely surprised by his boss' generosity.

"Yeah, yeah, don't be going around ruining my tough guy reputation now."

Mike laughed. "I don't think I could even if I tried."

Harvey smirked but their banter was interrupted by his phone buzzing. He took it out of his pocket, glancing at the screen before he gave Adam an apologetic look.

"I'll be right back; I just have to answer this call."

Adam just waved Harvey away, the easy smile still on his face. "Go on, I know the lawyer world doesn't stop just because you're not in the office."

With Harvey gone to take the call, Mike turned to Adam.

"This is really amazing what you've built here."

Adam shrugged and folded a t-shirt that had come loose from the pile. "I do what I can. If raising money can help in any way to stop what happened to my wife from happening to other people, then I'll do my best to keep helping as long as I can."

Harvey stepped back under the tent, a frown on his face. "I'm sorry to say, but I have to leave. I have an emergency with another one of my clients that has to be dealt with."

Adam just rolled his eyes. "It's fine Harvey. I appreciate you even taking the time to come out here and give a donation in person. Now go kick someone's ass."

Harvey chuckled. "Thanks Adam." And turned to leave. Mike walked out of the tent as well, figuring that he was needed as well, but Harvey turned and held out a hand.

"I never said you were leaving."

Mike stopped short. "What? But you said a client needs help. What am I supposed to do here?"

It was Harvey's turn to roll his eyes. "I don't know, go fold some t-shirts. Adam deserves our presence and since I can't stay, you'll have to do."

Mike ignored the subtle dig and crossed his arms over his chest. "Harvey, it's over 100 degrees out here. I'm in a suit. I'm going to die out here!"

"Listen drama queen, you're not going to die. If these people can walk around in the heat, you can stand in a tent and be fine."

With that, he turned and walked down the path, not giving Mike any time to say anything else.

Not knowing what else to do, Mike turned back toward Adam and resigned himself to spend the next few hours in the heat.

Mike didn't know how long he had been outside; after the first two hours, time began to blur together. It was hot and only felt like it was getting hotter. He had shed the outer layer of his jacket and tie a while ago and rolled up his sleeves, but he was still sweating like crazy. His shirt clung to his damp back and he had to keep wiping beads of sweat that rolled down his forehead and into his eyes. Adam had kept checking in; Mike was stationed at one of the checkpoints that each person who was doing the walk would check in to have a drink of ice cold water, the jug kept cold by Mike as e refilled it with ice from a cooler stored under the table when all the ice in the jug had melted, as well as getting a stamp on a card they were carrying to show that they had passed the checkpoint. Adam had explained that this was for them to take home, a souvenir to show how far they had walked.

Mike had checked in with Adam only 20 minutes ago as he had come by to see how he was doing. He had commented on how hot Mike had looked and suggested that he take a break under the shade of a nearby tree and to drink plenty of the ice water.

So that was where Mike was now, sitting propped up against the tree with a cup of water in his hand. He had been trying to stay hydrated, but he and the heat had never mixed. When it got hot like this his body just wanted to shut down and stop functioning.

If he was being honest, he was starting to feel weird; his head was swimming and his body had taken on a weak quality. His limbs felt like lead when he tried to lift them and he felt shaky, like his blood sugar was low. And he was just so hot. He felt that if he got any hotter, the cup of water in his hand would start to boil.

Not wanting to disappoint Harvey or Adam, though, Mike knew he needed to get back to the water station. With a lot of effort, he pushed off the tree and stood, swaying a bit as his head rushed. The dizziness passed and he was able to walk back to the table on unsteady legs.

No more than five minutes had passed when Mike realized that something was really wrong with him. The sweat that slicked his body felt like a river and his head was fuzzy. The park around him had taken on a hazy look. It was also hard to think; it felt like his thoughts were moving through sand, slow and sluggish and never reaching their destination.

A woman came up to the table, presumably to get some water. Mike eyed her vaguely, but his mind was drifting elsewhere. It didn't even feel like he was connected to his body anymore. It was like he was watching through someone else's clouded eyes.

The woman was talking now, her brows furrowed. Mike tried to understand what she was saying, but it was like she was speaking a different language. All he heard were nonsensical noises and could only watch her lips move in time with the sounds. He stepped forward, trying to get closer to her to see if that would help, but his vision slanted, the world going with it and he collapsed on the ground. The last thing he saw was the woman hovering over his face, her mouth moving quickly, before darkness edged into his vision and devoured him whole.

The first sensation that came back was the fact that his mouth was dry. His tongue was glued to the roof of his mouth, thick and scratchy. It felt like he hadn't drunk water in years. The next thing he noticed was that the air around him was blissfully cool. There was a breeze that was ruffling his hair, causing it to tickle his forehead as it brushed against his head, but it felt amazing. The sweat had dried on his face and the heat that was smoldering from his skin before had dialed down to a more comfortable warmth, one combated by the coolness of the air.

As Mike lay there, wherever there was, his mind began to reconnect with his body and things became clearer. He was lying on something soft and cool and around his body there were patches of cold, crackling like melting ice against the fire of his skin. There was also a presence. Someone was sitting next to him, and Mike realized that his legs were in their lap.

"Mike?" The presence asked, shifting slightly beneath his legs. "You back with me?"

It took a second for his still-foggy brain to register who was speaking, but when it clicked, his eyes snapped open and he jerked, struggling to sit up.

"Woah! Easy, Mike," Harvey said, placing a hand on Mike's chest to get him to lay back down. More awake than before, Mike realized that he was in the back of Ray's car, the air conditioning blasting and the cold around his body were cloth towels bundled with ice to cool down parts of his body.

"Just relax, kid. You passed out. You probably have heatstroke. A lady reported that you passed out in front of her at the water station and went running to Adam. Apparently, you woke up after you collapsed when she tried to call an ambulance, but you insisted that you were fine and wouldn't go to the hospital. Adam called me and told me what was happening. By the time I got there you had passed out again. They were going to call an ambulance, but I told them I'd take you myself since I was already there. That's where we're headed now."

Mike blinked, still confused about what had all gone down. He had no memory of waking up after he had collapsed, let alone refusing an ambulance.

He moved his tongue, trying to work some moisture into his mouth. "Why m'I sittin' in y'r lap?" He slurred, brain still working sluggishly.

Harvey raised a brow. "You're not sitting in my lap. I am elevating your legs. Plus, I wasn't about to leave you passed out back here while I sat in the front. I can't have you dying on me now, can I?"

Mike tried to smile but winced when it pulled at his cracked lips. "S'cause you care."

Harvey snorted. "No, it's because it would be a pain in my ass and a waste of time to hire another associate."

Mike huffed a laugh, the most he could do in his current state.

There was silence for a moment and Mike had almost drifted off when Harvey spoke, causing Mike to jump slightly.

"I'm sorry Mike. I made you stay out there in the heat and look at what happened. I knew you weren't dressed for the weather, but I didn't think this would happen."

Mike looked at his boss with bleary eyes. Harvey looked genuinely sorry, the guilt about what had happened like a shadow across his face.

"S'okay," Mike said, trying again to put a smile on his face. "Not y'r fault."

Harvey's face softened, but the guilt remained. Mike figured they could work it out once he stopped feeling like a lobster that had been boiled alive.

The car stopped and Mike heard Ray announce that they were at the hospital and that he would go grab a wheelchair to help Mike inside.

As the door slammed, Harvey gave Mike another apologetic look.

"I'll make it up to you, kid. Once you're out of here, I'll buy you whatever you want."

Whatever he wanted? Mike lit up at the possibilities, knowing how much money Harvey made. But in his state, skin too hot and brain muddled, one thing popped into his mind and shadowed out the rest.

"Ice cream?"

Harvey barked out a surprise laugh, the shadow over his face disappearing.

"Sure, kid. We can go get ice cream. As much ice cream as you want."

Mike smiled picturing the mountain of ice cream he could order, and the smile stayed on his face even as he lay in his hospital bed, IV bringing much needed cool fluid into his body.

If I was Mike, all I'd want is ice cream after that XD Hope you enjoyed and hopefully I can get another chapter out this month. If not, I do apologize and I promise I'll get one out asap in April!