Written for this prompt: Now that Harvey has officially said "just picturing you in drag" and Mike said he could pull it off, someone needs to make it real.
Prompt: Put Mike in full drag at the office. You control people's reactions; my personal opinion, they should be confused or astonished or both.
Cue Harvey's brain dying and getting ridiculously aroused.
(Yay for filling my own prompt. _)

Mike was in Harvey's office, telling him about some new pro-bono client and how some bad thing was being done to them by some big bad someone or other. Harvey gazed blankly down at his papers, resisting the urge to sigh and rub his temples. Maybe bashing his head against his desk would work better. But it was glass and there was the possibility of blood to think about.

Harvey looked up at Mike. The kid looked so passionate, open and honest about his client, it hurt. Harvey knew about the teasing and picking on the other associates did to Mike. He was a lot more observant than they gave him credit for. They probably didn't realize that the walls were actually made of glass and he could see through them. He didn't leave his door open to invite people in, but to listen when people thought you were not. Of course, having Donna as his secretary didn't hurt either.

Harvey resisted the urge to sigh again. Mike was still acting like a fish, like he was in a his small pond. He was in shark infested waters now and he needed to get with the program or get eaten. Harvey was going to get the biggest headache over this.

Harvey held up a hand, cutting Mike off mid-rant. "If you don't man up and stop woobling over every goddamn client with a sad story, you're not going to get very far in here; even as my associate." Harvey gestured around his office and pinned Mike a hard stare, before looking back down at his papers.

"But I- they-" Mike was going to make this hard for Harvey, as usual.

"Mike." Harvey interrupted, looking back up at his associate. The kid already had that half-kicked puppy look on his face. Harvey sucked in a mental breath, held on to his mental suspenders(his pants were tailored to fit, thank you) and hoped the kid didn't run out of his office crying. "I've told you I don't care. I never will care. But since you are still my associate and still a reflection of me, I'll give you some advice. You need to stop being every client's crying shoulder and start being the lawyer I hired or you'll get eaten alive." He deliberately stared down at his papers now, setting his shoulders in a way that clearly conveyed 'this conversation is over'.

Mike stared at the top of Harvey's down-turned head. Caring about his clients wasn't a bad thing. Most of them opened up more because he gave a more personal interest in their case, where other lawyers might not. Mike let his shoulders sag. Now there was a problem with him caring about his clients? He still got the job done as good, if not better, than anyone else. He was pretty sure he didn't screw up on any of his latest cases, either.

Realizing Harvey wasn't going to elaborate or acknowledge him anymore, Mike left Harvey's office, ignoring Donna's puzzled glance following him. Mike sat heavily at his cubicle and dropped his head in his hands. He didn't even know what the heck Harvey wanted him to do. He wasn't like Harvey, he couldn't just ignore people when they reached out to him, asking for help.

Mike sighed, shuffling the papers on his desk. Between Louis and his mind games, the other associates and their stupid jealousy, and now Harvey and his apparently increasing problem with how Mike did his job; he coming to his wit's end. Not to mention Rachel's disappointed avoidance after he told her what he did for her friend (she didn't even listen to his whole explanation, geez).

Mike froze, arranging a few pieces together in his mind. Obviously, they had a problem with him, one way or another. He wracked his brain a little. Rachel said that he couldn't do her job and he has been doing a lot of research lately. The other day, Harvey laughed at the idea of him in drag, which he could totally pull off- that was it. It might not be the way Harvey expected him to spend money, but it would be worth it. Stuffing files into his bag, he headed for the elevator with beginnings of a shark grin on his face. Maybe it could work.

Work in progress, hopefully I won't be fail and my inner!Suits plot will run rampant. I generally put things as one shots because my image brain has delusions of grandeur, but my word brain stutters when I try to write.

I just like posting things wily nily so no beta. Feel free to tell me if you liked it or if I suck. Thanks! =D