I'm back! I'm really sorry for the delay. I'm still finishing school and I'm moving at the same time (which really sucks! Why are there so many aspects of moving? lmao) so I haven't had a lot of time to write. Hopefully you enjoy this chapter. We got some drunk Mike with Harvey saving the day :)

Harvey didn't know what that annoying sound was chattering at the back of his mind, but whatever it was needed to knock it off. Today had been a busy day at the firm. From one of their top clients threatening to dump their company to Louis messing up an interview with one of their prospective clients, an extremely lucrative one at that, because the man had said he hated cats, Harvey had barely had any time to himself since he had woken up. So, once he had left the office at 11, he had ordered takeout, relaxed a bit, and collapsed into bed.

He had been sleeping peacefully until that shrill ringing had disturbed him. He was now awake enough to realize that it was his phone, but he was too tired to check who it was. If it was important, they would call again.

Harvey smiled slightly as the phone stopped ringing and his bedroom became blissfully silent again. For 30 seconds he lay there, ready to go back to sleep, happy that he was right, and the call wasn't important, when the phone rang again.

Harvey's eyes snapped open, not in annoyance, but concern. He meant it about the rule of calling twice. It only ever happened when Harvey needed to be reached in the middle of the night. So far it had only happened a few times. His brother called because his car had broken down in the middle of nowhere and Donna's place had been broken into while she was out, but it still made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

He swung his legs out of the bed and snatched his phone on the table next to him, not even bothering to check who was calling.

"Hello?" he asked, his free hand rubbing his sleep-filled eyes as he anxiously waited for whoever was on the other end to tell him what was going on.

Except no one said anything. All Harvey could hear was rock music and the chatter of voices.

"Hello?" he repeated, pulling the phone from his ear only to see that the number wasn't in his contact list.

"Harvey?" A voice slurred.

Harvey sat up, not expecting the person on the line. "Mike?"

There was a pause where Harvey heard the kid sniffle, then he responded, "Did I wake you? M'sorry. Shouldn't have called."

Harvey was already up and getting dressed. Something was wrong. Not only was Mike calling him at 2:30 in the morning, but it also sounded like his associate was drunk- very drunk.

"No, Mike. It's fine. Where are you?" he lied, not wanting Mike to hang up. He had seen Mike drunk a few times at corporate events, but the kid never went too far with it. He would always be just buzzed enough to have a good time and maybe a rough start to the morning. So, for him to be drunk enough that Harvey could tell over the phone at 2:30 on a work night meant something was wrong.

The line was quiet again, the music thumping hard in the background before Mike spoke. "I dunno. S'dark and loud in here."

Harvey, fully dressed, pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand. A drunk Mike was a dumb Mike apparently.

"Mike?" he asked, his tone similar to if he was speaking to a child, "I need you to find out where you are and tell me so that I can come get you."

He heard shuffling and then muffled thumps as Mike presumably placed his cell phone in his pocket. Why, Harvey didn't know, but if it helped Mike figure out where he was then Harvey didn't care.

As he waited for Mike to figure things out, Harvey grabbed his keys and stepped into his private elevator, pressing the button for the garage. He had just made it into his car when Mike picked the phone back up again.

"Harvey?"

"Yeah, kid. I'm still here."

"M'at Sleepless Nights."

Harvey's brows rose as he started his car. Sleepless Nights was one of New York's seedier bars on the wrong side of town. What the hell was Mike doing there?

"I'll be there in 15. Do not move, you hear me? I'll be right there."

"Roger that," Mike slurred, a hint of a giggle in his tone before he hung up.

Oh boy. This was going to be a long night.

15 minutes later, as promised, Harvey was outside of the bar. The street was littered with people, all in various stages of drunkenness. He pushed his way inside, not wanting to spend more time here then he had to.

As soon as he cleared the doors, the overwhelming smell of alcohol, sweat, and vomit hit Harvey so hard he coughed. The bar was packed, bodies upon bodies moving together as they danced to the deafening music. Harvey didn't know where to start to look for Mike but got lucky as he rounded a corner and saw his associate alone at a table, drink in hand and sticking out like a sore thumb from the rest of the crowd. He was still wearing his suit from work, his briefcase slung on the back of the chair.

Mike didn't hear him as he approached, the music too loud, and jumped when Harvey placed a hand on his back.

His glassy eyes widened in recognition as he realized his boss was next to him.

"Harvey!" he said cheerfully, stretching his arms out and sloshing his drink all over the table and floor. "What are you doin' here?"

"You called me, remember?"

Mike's brows furrowed. "Did I? Well, m'glad you're here. You wanna drink?"

Harvey was about to tell Mike that, no, he didn't want a drink when his associate leaned back. Unfortunately, he was now sitting sideways on the chair and would have fallen straight onto the disgusting floor if Harvey hadn't lunged for him, placing his arms around the kid's back before he could fall.

Mike just laughed; his drink completely spilt all over the table now. Continuing to support Mike, Harvey waved over a bartender so that he could pay Mike's tab and get the hell out of the bar. The server was quick to bring the tab and Harvey handed over a one hundred, the only bill in his wallet, and told the server to keep the change. The server looked shocked, Mike's bill had only been around $50, and thanked Harvey before walking away.

Grabbing Mike's bag off the chair, Harvey pulled Mike from where he was slouched over the table, and practically dragged the kid out of the bar. He continued to drag him like an uncooperative puppy on a leash, Mike protesting the whole way, until Harvey got back to his car. He threw the bag into the bag and then deposited Mike into the passenger seat before walking around and getting into the driver's seat.

He took a moment to breathe in the clean scent of his car and then looked at Mike who was sitting quietly next to him.

"You okay?"

Mike just groaned and slumped against the back of the seat; eyes shut.

"I swear, Mike, if you throw up in my car, I will not hesitate to fire your ass."

"M'okay" Mike replied, but Harvey kept a close eye on him as he started back toward his apartment.

Thankfully, Mike was true to his word and Harvey's car made it back to the underground garage intact. Unfortunately for Harvey, they only made it about four steps away from the vehicle, Harvey's right arm hooked around Mike as he supported most of the kid's weight, before Mike's back stiffened beneath him. Harvey barely had a moment to shift his position, both hands now on Mike's back to support him before Mike doubled over and threw up all over the parking garage. Harvey had to tighten his grip as Mike heaved so the kid didn't face plant into his own puke. And while disgusting, and something Harvey would not let the kid live down soon, it seemed that Mike had only been drinking and not eating, so at least the puddle was pure alcohol.

When Mike was done, Harvey dragged his half-conscious form to the elevator. As soon as he got into his apartment, he beelined for the couch where he, far from gracefully, deposited Mike. He did take the time, however, to move Mike into recovery position so that if he puked again while asleep, he wouldn't choke. He had heard way too many stories of young people who had had too much to drink and then never woke up in the morning. And as much as he fantasized about it sometimes when Mike was getting under his skin, he would not let his associate die on his watch.

Harvey walked over to his linen closet and grabbed a blanket before throwing it over Mike. And if anyone asked, that blanket had already been there. He then removed Mike's shoes, since he didn't want his couch to get dirty, and his tie so that he didn't suffocate in his sleep.

Throughout this, Mike didn't even move. He had fallen asleep, and it looked like he would stay that way for a while. Knowing that an early morning was not in their future, since it was almost 4am, Harvey sent Donna a quick text telling her to reschedule his morning along with a picture of his associate which he knew would tell her all she needed to know. With that done, Harvey made his way back to his bed where he removed his own shoes and got undressed, slipping on his sleep pants before he crashed back into his bed.

The next time Harvey opened his eyes, sunlight was pouring in from his tall windows. Glancing at his bedside clock, he was surprised to see that it was 9:30. That was the latest he had slept in a while. For a moment he forgot everything that had happened that night, the fact that his drunk associate was crashing on his couch, but then he heard a noise coming from the bathroom and everything came flooding back.

Getting out of the bed, Harvey headed to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. He couldn't help but wince as he passed the bathroom, the sound of Mike's heaving audible through the shut door. Harvey glanced at the couch and saw that the blanket was now thrown on the floor, but his couch was clean meaning that Mike hadn't puked on his furniture and Harvey didn't need to kill him.

The coffee was almost finished brewing by the time Mike was done. Harvey heard the toilet flush and the tap run before Mike stumbled out of the bathroom.

"You look like shit," Harvey commented, taking a sip of his coffee as Mike sat heavily on one of his kitchen barstools.

His associate just groaned, burying his head into his hands as his elbows rested on the countertop.

"Thanks," came the mumbled reply, hoarse from his latest vomiting session.

Harvey couldn't help but chuckle. He grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water from his fridge before he placed it in front of Mike. Then he grabbed a nearby bottle of painkillers and shook two into his palm before placing them next to the water.

"Take those, kid. They'll help with the headache."

Mike didn't move for a moment, but then he dropped his hands and squinted at the pills before popping them in his mouth and washing them down with the water. He drained the whole glass and set it back on the counter, face flushed and eyes still squinting from the bright light beaming through the whole apartment.

"Why do you have so many windows?" Mike said, rubbing his eyes. "I can feel my corneas burning just sitting here."

"You pay for a view like this, you want to see the view. Although I guess you wouldn't know that living in that apartment of yours."

Mike shot Harvey a glare but didn't say anything. There was silence for a moment and then Mike looked around, seeming to realize where he was and what had happened. Harvey could see the embarrassment creep onto the kid's face, his eyes focused on a spot on Harvey's countertop.

"Thanks for last night. I shouldn't have bothered you."

"I'm glad you did. The Sleepless Night is not a place you want to be caught in, especially in the middle of the night. What were you doing getting drunk anyway? That's not like you."

Mike stiffened and turned his head away. "Nothing. It was stupid."

The kid's voice had taken on a wavering tone, like he was trying not to cry in front of Harvey.

Harvey placed his coffee on the counter and reached over to place a hand on Mike's shoulder. "Mike, what's going on?"

Mike sniffled and then ran his hands over his face before he reluctantly turned and looked at Harvey. His eyes were red and puffy, and a few stray tears escaped and ran down his face.

"Yesterday," he started, emotions threatening to swallow his words, "yesterday marked one year since Grammy died," he choked out, more tears running down his face. Before Harvey could say anything, Mike straightened and roughly rubbed his hands over his eyes.

"I'm sorry. You don't need to hear this. I'll leave now. Thanks again for picking me up."

Mike turned and slipped off the bar stool. He started to walk toward the couch where his shoes and bag were, but Harvey placed a gentle hand on his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

"Mike, there's no reason to be sorry. If anything, I'm the one who should be sorry. I didn't realize what day it was, and I should have. You shouldn't have had to go through the day alone."

Mike's breath hitched as a sob escaped. He turned to face Harvey again, his face awash in sadness. "She raised me after my parents died. Without her, I have no one."

Despite not being an emotional person, Harvey figured this moment warranted it. He pulled Mike into a hug, the kid's arms tight around his back. Mike needed a friend at this moment.

When they each pulled back, Harvey said, "You're not alone Mike. You have me and Donna and Rachel. Hell, you even have Louis, despite the pain in the ass he can be."

That got a small laugh from Mike. He rubbed his eyes again, a motion that made him look so damn young, and nodded. "Thanks Harvey."

"Of course, kid. Now, how about tonight after work, and yes, we still do have to go to work, me you and Donna go out to dinner? What was her favourite place to eat? We'll go out and celebrate her life- make it a tradition even."

Mike smiled despite the deep sadness Harvey knew he was still feeling. The first year after losing someone was always the milestone that hit the hardest. It was something that Harvey himself had experienced when his dad died. That one-year marker had hit him just as hard as it was hitting Mike, so he would make sure that Mike had the support that he needed.

"I'd like that, Harvey. Thank you. For everything."

"Don't mention it. Really, don't mention it. I need to keep my street cred."

Mike rolled his eyes. "Okay Mr. Tough guy."

"So, since we do still need to go to work, since we are adults and that is what adults do in case you've forgotten, you should go shower since you smell like the floor of a bar while I'll go get you a fresh suit."

Mike brought a hand to his heart in a mock gesture. "Aw, Harvey. You really do care."

"Yeah, about my reputation. I can't have an associate smelling and looking like he rolled around on a bar floor meeting with my clients. They have standards, you know."

Mike kept his hand on his chest as he made his way to the bathroom to shower. "What's that? I didn't hear anything over the sound of you caring."

He flashed Harvey a grin before he walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Harvey just shook his head, a smile playing on his lips.

I'm going to apologize in advance since I don't know when the next chapter will be out. In the meantime, I hope you enjoyed!