Why hello again! It's little me, back from... well... nowhere. I don't have any way to go anywhere, let alone Paris (cyber cookies to anyone who knows where that is from!). Anywho, I have another lovely treat for you guys! On that note, thanks for all the support generated by my last fic! I'm a little worried to say that I'm now officially drowning in Suits story ideas.

I also want to let you know that this idea is, believe it or not, actually not really mine. I was haunting the archives of suitsmeme on LiveJournal and came across this prompt. So if the person who's idea this really was finds it, I hope you enjoy! For all the rest, I hope you enjoy!

P.S. As my last exam is this upcoming Monday, and I then have a subsequent week off, be expecting more very soon!

As soon as Mike entered his office, Harvey could tell something was up. Not wrong per se, he wasn't pacing. And not exciting either, that included bouncing. But something was definitely troubling the young associate. He seemed uncomfortable and cautious, as if he knew he had to say something but didn't really want to. He was wringing his hands when they weren't checking his phone (presumably for messages, but from whom?), and he had an air to him that just felt... off. Harvey sighed, setting his latest case aside. "What is it, Mike?"

Mike was taken aback. "Oh, um... it's... you know what, it's nothing. Nevermind."

"Spit it out." Harvey felt like he was talking to a puppy with a stick in their mouth.

"It's just, um." Mike checked his phone again, his shoulders visibly sagging. "Well, I guess I'll have to tell you now. I have a daughter," Mike pretended not to hear the audible squeak from Donna's desk. "she's gotten into a little trouble, and I'm going to have to go get her."

"What about her mother?" Harvey asked, still processing all of this.

Mike shook his head, his eyes flickering down for a moment. "Long story."

"Alright, well if you have to leave for a little while-"

"It's not like that with Chloe." Mike grew even more awkward. Harvey hadn't thought that possible. "She's... she's going to need me for a few hours, maybe longer. So... uh... IwaswonderingifIcouldbringherhere." The last several words came out in a rush as Mike just wanted it to be over.

"You..." Harvey was actually at a loss. He didn't know how to respond.

"She wouldn't be much trouble, and that way I can continue working." Mike pleaded.

"How old is she?" Harvey asked.

"Fourteen." Harvey grew even more surprised. Mike hadn't thought that possible. "I was only eighteen."

"Alright." Harvey conceded.

"Thanks, Harvey." Mike relaxed a little.

"Mike." Harvey stopped him as he turned to leave. "What happened to her?"

Mike hesitated. "Panic attack. Usually when she gets one, she'll get a few more throughout the day." Mike didn't miss Harvey's concerned expression. "It's – she's a long story."

Harvey watched Mike leave, not bothering to get back to work as Donna would immediately be barging in with questions. "Did you know?" She asked.

"No." Harvey admitted. He looked at Donna curiously. "And neither did you? Look at that. The kid finally stumped you."

"Harvey." Donna said warningly. "Obviously there's a reason he didn't tell you. Tread lightly."

"I will Donna." Harvey said dismissively. But as Donna left, he couldn't help the sinking feeling in his stomach. She was probably right.

Mike returned only twenty minutes later, a smaller version of himself in tow. Her straight, long hair was lighter than his, and her eyes had the same inquisitive shine to them; as if she wanted to take in everything at once but couldn't. She bounced around with an energy that seemed like a bit more than excitement, and Harvey assumed it had more to do with what had happened earlier.

"Sorry, Harvey. I was going to leave her at my desk, but Chloe wanted to meet you and Donna first." Mike smiled sheepishly.

"Hi, Mr. Specter, sorry to interrupt, but I've heard so much about you from Dad, and I couldn't resist. Don't worry though, not all of it was good." Chloe stage whispered the last part. She was polite and well spoken; exactly what Harvey had expected from Mike's daughter. Mike's daughter... he still wasn't used to that, not like he'd had any time to get used to it. He definitely hadn't been repeating it to himself for the past twenty minutes.

Harvey smirked. "Well it's good to meet you, Chloe."

"Harvey, You've got a call from Greg Hewlitts on line one." Donna said quickly as she walked in.

"Really?" Harvey asked. "I thought his case was being wrapped up by Louis."

"It was, I just needed a reason to come in and meet Chloe." Donna turned to the girl.

"Ohmigod. You're Donna?" Chloe breathed.

"I am." Donna rested a hand on her hip lightly.

"You're... you're." Harvey pretended not to notice the worried look that momentarily overtook Mike. "You're awesome!" Nor did he notice the sigh of relief.

Donna's eyes flickered up to Mike. "I like her." Chloe practically burst.

Mike smiled. "Well, we should probably get back to work. Come on Chloe, you can hang out at my desk."

"She can stay here." Harvey said quickly before Mike could leave. "I mean, if you want."

"Really, Harvey?" Mike asked in surprise.

"Yeah, well, less of a chance she'll run into Louis." Harvey mumbled almost too quiet to hear. Somehow both Mike and Chloe understood him.

"I don't want to meet Louis." Chloe whined.

"Don't worry, you won't." Mike reassured her. He turned to Harvey. "Thanks, Harvey. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you actually cared."

"Harvey doesn't care." Chloe said, feigning confusion.

Harvey chuckled. "I like her, too."

Harvey sat in amazement. This girl was almost as incredible as Mike. It had only been a few hours since she had planted herself on the couch, but within that time she had finished one book, and was well into a second. The kid loved reading just as much as her father. Harvey wondered if maybe...

"What are you reading?" Harvey asked tentatively. Chloe jumped, the action causing her to drop the book into her lap.

"Um, King Lear." Chloe answered.

"I've read it," Harvey remarked. "it's a good read."

Chloe nodded. "I really like Edgar's character."

"How does it start again?" Harvey asked, waiting with bated breath.

"I can read it for you, if you like." Chloe began searching through the beginning pages.

"You don't remember?" Harvey inquired. Chloe closed the book with a sigh, meeting Harvey's inquisitive look with one of ice.

"I'm not my dad, Mr. Specter, I can't remember the exact wording just because I've read it once." Chloe spat. "Everyone just assumes that I'm exactly like him." Chloe took a deep breath. It looked like she was fighting for it. "But I'm not. They never see me for me..." She wanted to say more, but couldn't. She couldn't breathe.

Harvey ran to her side. "Chloe, what's wrong?"

She shook her head. "Dad." Harvey turned to find him, but Donna was already halfway there. Mike came running in a moment later, and Harvey jumped up to give him room.

"I'm sorry, Mike." Harvey said.

"Not your fault, Harvey." Mike threw over his shoulder before focusing in on his daughter. He crouched down in front of her. "Chloe, it's alright. Match my breathing. Just focus on me."

Chloe gripped Mike's offered hand hard. "I can't. I-"

"You can." Mike said calmly. "Everything's alright. You've got people around you right now who care about you. Everything's fine."

Chloe shook her head, her breathing beginning to slow. "I'm sorry-"

"Hey." Mike interrupted softly. "It's alright. This is not your fault. You're fine. Everything's fine."

"I'm sorry, Dad. I don't know what the trigger was." Chloe sighed. Mike realized what was happening, and his own sigh sounded similar to hers.

"Donna?"

"Mike."

"Water?"

"On it."

"Harvey?"

"You've got two minutes."

"Thanks."

"Dad, seriously, it's nothing." Chloe insisted.

"You and I both know it wasn't." Mike responded in a low voice. "It was the usual, wasn't it?"

Chloe hesitated. Looking down, she whispered, "Yes."

Mike tucked a finger under her chin and raised her eyes to meet his. "Chloe Ross, you may not be perfect, but I love you. Nobody's perfect – I'm not even perfect, although I know you think that – but I wouldn't want you to be. I love you just the way you are."

"I know."

"So don't forget it."

"I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's okay." Mike responded with a few soft pokes to her ribs. "I'm used to you. And by the way, if this was because of Harvey, I promise you he didn't mean anything by it."

"I didn't." Harvey walked back into the room.

"That was not two minutes."

"Are we cool?" Harvey asked after Mike had gone back to work.

Chloe met him with a steely smooth gaze. "Buy me a hot dog from that cart Dad's always going on about, and we'll call it even."

Harvey chuckled. "You're not what I was expecting, Chloe Ross."

"Yeah, well, I never am." Chloe said sadly.

"You're better."

So? What didja think? I was considering ending this one here, but let me know if I should continue. Also, I uploaded some original work over on FictionPress under the same username, so if you'd be so awesome as to go read/review, I would love you forever!

Till next time, stay excellent!