Harvey had always been protective of what he presumed was his. He had been since infancy - no wonder, with a baby brother lurking around all the time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to steal his big brother’s cookie or baseball bat. Even now, more than thirty years later, he stills keeps a watchful eye on his possessions, especially in his office. Whenever he’s gone to court or a meeting, and Donna’s away from her desk, his record collection and sports collectables are continually exposed to greedy thieves, unwelcome visitors, or wretched snoopers. In a word; Louis. Louis and/or his lousy excuses of associates, forever eager in hopes of an assignment from the charasmatic Senior Partner.
Not that he would ever bother to let any Harvard douchebag in and sit on his expensive couch to work on his cases. They were quite useful, but overall a real pain in the ass. They were too much trying to do their best, to impress him, to close him. And that’s what the real problem was - it was too clear that they were trying too hard to get his attention. And it bothered him. All it took to catch his eye, was a genius mind, blond hair, bright blue eyes and an awful taste when it came to ties. Mike Ross never tried to impress him, and never had to - it came naturally.
Speaking of which - Mike was supposed to be in his office by ten, and it was nearly ten thirty by now. Havey knew for a fact that the Mears briefs that needed to be discussed had been nearly finished two hours ago. Where was Mike, with his genius mind and self-assured smirk?
"Donna, where’s Mike?" He knew his red headed executive assistent was paying attention, because she immediately ended whatever conversation she had been having on her phone, and within seconds, she came through the glass door that separated Harvey’s office from her cubicle. "I don’t know, Harvey. I’m not getting any response, not to any of my phone calls or text messages. He isn’t at his desk either. Perhaps he’s in the fileroom?"
Harvey bristled. It was not like Mike to not answer his phone, especially not at the office. Annoyed, he got up from behind his desk, buttoned his suit jacket, and moved towards the door, without glancing at Donna’s general direction. “Why didn’t you check the fileroom if you took the effort to walk across the bullpen?”
"I didn’t. Norma just called me. She wanted to know if I had seen Kyle around."
"Apparently, Louis and Kyle are working together on a case, and Louis had arranged a meeting with his client in Conference Room B., which Kyle should have attended as well, but he never showed up. The bullpen was fully occupied, except for Mike and Kyle’s desks. She figured either Kyle or Mike had sought the other’s help for their respective cases or something."
"Mike and Kyle working together? Highly improbable."
"I know. But the fileroom is the only place I can think of."
With his lips pressed into a tight line, he quickly strode from his office towards the fileroom. He had a bad feeling about this. Mike and Kyle had never gotten along, and he knew Kyle was a shameless prick. Harvey’s instinct to protect his puppy and protege drove him across the corridor. His mood even worsened when he reached the fileroom and tried to turn the doorknob - it was locked.
Thinking it better not to use brute force to break the door open, Harvey pulled out his wallet and selected a flexible giftcard from some sort of warehouse he hadn’t been to for a long time. He couldn’t even remember the name. Whether it was because of the situation or his disinterest, he didn’t care. All he cared about was getting into that damned room and get to Mike, make sure his guy was okay. While sliding the card down between the doorframe and the door, he made sure to angle it, until it was situated behind the bolt of the lock. Holding the doorknob in one hand, he slowly turned it, as he pulled the card towards him. Slowly, because Harvey tried his best to work as quietly as possible, the door opened enough for him to place his foot between it, and he slid the card into his pocket.
As he opened the door far enough to step into the room, he heard a muffled yelp and the shoving of piles of cardboard boxes, as they slide towards the floor. Harvey realized then that there was a scuffling going on in there. The loud bang that followed when some of the heavy boxes hit the floor, gave Harvey the perfect opportunity to slide into the room and move towards the noise without being noticed. What he saw when he turned the corner, made his blood both run cold and boil all at once.
Mike and Kyle were standing between a huge mess of toppled chairs, a jungle of papers and empty boxes, discarded suit jackets, and both men were panting. As Kyle moved to pin the other man against a nearby stand, Mike struck out and hit him hard on the mouth. Before Harvey had time to come forward and make them stop, Kyle was already holding Mike by his upper arms, trying to shove him to the ground, but even as Kyle was taller and probably stronger as well, Mike tried to resist with all his might, which only enraged Kyle further. Kyle instinctively reacted when Mike started to lose his balance for a bit. He turned his body, dragging Mike with him and before Mike knew it, his back slammed against a wall, and he painfully knocked his head against it as well. Seeing stars and feeling dizzy, Mike was no longer able to defend himself as Kyle brought his mouth closer to Mikes, until their mouthes smashed together.
Mike didn’t realize Kyle was still holding him when he was suddenly being dragged forward. Then, out of nowhere, Kyle released him, and Mike stumbled to his knees. All he could focus on was Harvey’s voice, which came bellowing across the room, followed by a satisfying crunch of a nose that’s being broken by a hard punch of a fist. “Son of a bitch! If I ever see you near him again, I swear to God I’m going to break all of your bones, understood? Hell, what’s stopping me now? Might as well prevent any delay, huh? Makes it so much more worth it.”
"H-Harv-Harv-ey, n-no! Don’t.." Mike stammered, as he dizzily got up to his feet. "Let it go, Harvey. He’s not worth the fuss."
But Harvey wasn’t paying attention to him. All he could see, was red. He wasn’t thinking rationally anymore. It was a wonder he hadn’t beaten the man half dead by now. Harvey was beyond seething with rage. Someone had dared to touch what was his, to take adventage of the one person who was dearest to him. To lay his filthy hands on him, to have the nerve to kiss him, and half rape him at the one place where Mike should feel safe, because Harvey had vowed to himself that he would always be there for him, to protect him, to stand up for him. But he had failed him. On a moment when he hadn’t been paying attention, Kyle had followed an unknowing Mike into the fileroom, and had trapped him. Harvey would be damned if he let the asshole get away with it so easily. But a sudden gentle touch of a hand on his shoulder stopped him, and made him snap out of it. He looked into Kyle’s terrified, bloodied eyes, before he turned his gaze towards his associate, who was standing closer to him than he had ever done. For minutes, or maybe mere seconds, a quiet conversation between the mentor and his protege ensued, in which Kyle recovered some of his wits.
"Too much of a pussy to get through with it, Specter? I’ll bet you’ll have your toyboy reward ya with a mindblowing blowjob before lunchbreak for it." This pulled the trigger once more. But before he could do anymore damage to the scoundrel he was currently soiling his hands with, Mike had wormed his way between both men, placing his hands on Harvey’s chest. "Harvey, please…" The pained expression in Mike’s babyblue eyes softened something in Harvey, enough to lower his hands and release Kyle. Both men never noticed Kyle slipping away from them. Not that it mattered. He only got away for now, he would get what he deserved, later on. All that mattered to Harvey, was that Mike was safe, though not unharmed. They stood there for what seemed like an eternity. Neither moved or said anything, they didn’t touch. They just looked at eachother.
Reaching out to take him by the elbow, Harvey moved towards the door, guiding him away from the mess in the fileroom, towards his office. When they crossed Donna’s desk, Harvey halted, but Mike continued on and collapsed on the couch. Never taking his eyes off him, Harvey filled Donna in on some of the details, as far as he knew them, and made sure to tell her to reschedule every appointment he had for today, and to hold all phonecalls, no matter how urgent. He wouldn’t care if it was either the White House that would collapse, or World War III that was about to break out. All that mattered now, was Mike.
"Get me some ice and a washcloth," was all he said to her when he went on towars his office and closed the door behind him. Walking straight towards his expensive liquor, he filled two glasses close to the brim, before handing one to Mike, who eyed it suspiciously.
"Drinking before noon? You sure that’s wise? Can’t roam the office with alcohol on my breath, Harvey." Harvey rolled his eyes at this. "When I hand you a drink, you take it. No questions, rookie, you need it. Besides, you have the rest of the day off."
"But, the briefs Harvey…"
"Can wait, Mike. It’s not an urgent case anyway, so.." Right at that moment, Donna came in with a small bucket of ice and a small pile of towels. Casting a worried glance in Mike’s direction, she put the bucket and the towels down on the coffeetable, before she left Harvey’s office, closing the door behind her.
"Let me see that lip of yours," Harvey murmered, as he moved closer to the couch to sit right next to Mike. Trying to turn away from Harvey, Mike tries to sit up and move to the other side, but Harvey is quicker than he is, and before he knows it, Harvey has taken his chin between his thumb and index finger, turning his face towards the light. Mike’s lip is cut, but most of the blood has already dried up. He had suffered some nasty blows, and judging the redness of some of the areas on his face, some big bruises will be showing the following day.
Mike flinched when Harvey let his thumb softly slide along the cut. Turning his head to avoid the older man’s touch, Mike swatted his hand away. “It’s hurts enough already,” and bend forward to grab an icecub and wrapping it in a small towel. When Mike moved the towel to the back of his head instead to his lip as Harvey had expected, Harvey moved closer once again to inspect the bump on the back of Mike’s head. Sighing in surrender, Mike relaxed a bit, only to tense once again when Harvey carefully probed the tender spot. Taking Mike’s hand in his, Harvey carefully directed both their hands, and the towel, towards the bump, and gently placed it there, without letting go. They sat there for some time, in companiable silence, until it became somewhat unbearable to Harvey. He had to break the silence.
"Any idea what Kyle’s reason was to harrass you in the office, in the middle of the day?" Mike groaned, trying to move away from Harvey as discretely as possible, but Harvey was getting none of it. He wanted to help the younger man, and for that he at least needed some sort of explanation, no matter how scarce the details could be.
"Mike?" Harvey prompted gently, as he took his chin once again and turned Mike’s head towards him, and Mike glanced up at him uncomfortably. "I never thought Kyle would make the assumption that.." Mike sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, reliving the events of last Friday night, at the bar. It had been the end of the month, and all associates had agreed on meeting eachother after work in a bar across Pearson Hardman. Most images of that night were blurry, because Mike sure as hell had had too much to drink, which had resulted in the mother of hangovers the following morning. But he could vividly remember an animated conversation somewhere later that night, when Ethan had brought up office crushes. It was quite painful to remember, but Mike figured Harvey needed an explanatioin after all, since the older man had to come to his rescue thanks to his own stupidness.
"Due to an amount of beers I really don’t remember taking on Friday at Veronica’s, my brain to mouth filter might or might not have functioned as properly as it uses to.. And when Ethan brought up the subject of secret office crushes, well.. Kyle must have come to certain conclusions.."
"You told him you had a crush on one of the associates?" The sudden pang of jealousy and annoyance was something Harvey hadn’t expected to feel. He had hoped that Mike would somewhat return the feelings he felt for him, even though Harvey kept his feelings for his associate well hidden for him and the rest of the office to see. Of course, Donna must have come to the conclusion by now that Harvey was completely smitten, but that was because Donna was Donna.
"No, not at all! I don’t even like the other associates. I.. I might have told them that I had a crush on a male.. c-colleague, and.."
"Don’t lie to me, Mike."
Mike sighed, defeated. He had dreaded this moment, didn’t want to open up to Harvey about his feelings for him in this way, but he knew Harvey would never let it go if he kept refusing to tell the truth. “Fine. I told them I had a secret crush on a Partner from the firm. Happy?”
"But why would that be a reason for him toassault you?"
"How am I supposed to know? Jealousy? Because of his dislike in me? Who cares?"
"I do. But it doesn’t matter now. All that matters to me, is that you’re here, and that he can’t hurt you anymore."
"Hurt me? Why Mr. Specter, it sounds like you care."
"Shut up, rookie." Snorting, he pulled Mike closer to him "So, you have a secret crush on a Partner, eh? Is it Louis?"
Harvey simply couldn’t deny the happy fluttering in his stomach, and his eyes gleamed mischievously. Despite what had happened earlier, his rage towards Kyle, all he could focus on now was Mike and his beautiful thin pink lips.
Feigning annoyance, despite his heavy blushing, Mike gave him a playful shove. “Geez Care Bear. You know who I’m talking about,” Mike whispered, encouraged by Harvey’s reaction. “Though I’m not so sure if he deserves me.”
Now it was Harvey’s turn to act like he was annoyed by the other man. “Deserve you? Excuse me? I tried to defend your honor.”
Mike couldn’t contain his laughter anymore. “Oh please, my honor? What am I to you, some damsel in distress?”
One side of Harvey’s mouth curved up as he gave in to the humor of the situation, and he started to chuckle. Mike’s laughter eased away first, followed by Harvey, but their eyes kept gleaming, as they looked fondly at each other.
"No, but.. Seriously Harvey, thank you. For both coming to my rescue and for the TLC."
Harvey shook his head at that, a determined look in his eyes. “I’m a grown, tough, detached man. I don’t do TLC. You sure you didn’t hit your head hard enough to have suffered a concussion?”
"Absolutely," Mike answered confidently, as he reached out to Harvey. He took the older man’s tie in his hands, let it slip through his fingers, and then gripped it tighter when he was halfway down, bringing the older man’s face closer to his, inch by inch. "Shut up Harv, and kiss me."
And Harvey found he was all too happy to comply.