Author's Note: All right. I have clearly confused some people with the abrupt ending to this story. And I'm sure if the commenter's feel that way, then the lurkers probably do too. I have clearly not gotten my point across, and that's kind of crappy because this is obviously not deep literature, people. You shouldn't have to think about it. I occasionally forget that. My bad. I apologize for taking this story in a weird direction for a minute. Here is the epilogue, I hope it clears some things up!

"Mornin'" Mike was ensconced in Harvey's desk chair, two cups of coffee in front of him and a cocky grin on his face.

"Get out of my chair," Harvey smirked at him, scooping up one of the coffees. The look on his face was not fond. Not a bit.

"Make me."

Harvey raised his eyebrows.

"Someone's feeling brave. Don't think that I won't."

Mike's grin just widened, if that was even possible. Harvey wondered vaguely how it was the kid's face didn't break. Nonetheless, he set down his coffee and his briefcase, grasped the back of the chair, spun it, and neatly dumped Mike on his ass.

"When my suit's all wrinkled later you don't get to complain," Mike answered lightly as he picked himself up off the floor. His smile hadn't abated.

"There's a contract printing in the copy room that I need you to proof. Just a merger. I figured I'd ease you back in," Harvey settled himself in his chair, snapping open his laptop.

"Well isn't that sweet of you." Mike was just full of marginally inappropriate comebacks this morning. Harvey eyed him.

"If you get bored, I'm sure I can get Louis to find something for you to do."

"On it." Mike popped up from his chair, snatched his coffee, and strode for the door like a man on a mission.

"Mike!" Harvey's voice stopped him before he reached the door. Mike spun on his heel, every inch the overeager puppy who'd stumbled into a hotel suite with a briefcase full of pot. Perhaps just a touch more refined. Mike looked at Harvey expectantly.

"I'm glad you're back."

Mike opened his mouth to make some witty (i.e. smartass) retort, but closed it and gave Harvey a soft smile instead.

"Thanks. I missed it."

Mike practically bounced out of Harvey's office.

"Hey, do you want to get dinner?"

Mike's head popped up and he looked around the bullpen expecting to see someone else standing beside his chair, because there was no way in hell Harvey was talking to him.

"Me?"

"Yeah." Obviously. Harvey left the second thing unspoken.

Mike blinked. Harvey was draped casually across the top of the cubicle wall, a guileless look on his face. A man with all the time in the world, and apparently imperfect cuticles as Harvey frowned at his fingers like they'd offended him.

"Sure. Uhm, now?" Mike glanced at his watch. How was it 7 o'clock? He'd finished the merger contract before lunch. Harvey had glanced at it, and then dumped a stack of paperwork built to rival Everest in his lap. Reprieve from the file folder onslaught officially over.

"I know the greatest little diner," Harvey replied without a lick of sarcasm as he peeled himself off the wall and sauntered towards the elevator. Mike stared after him for a second before shrugging on his suit jacket and hurrying down the hall.

Gina was in an unparalleled mood. She held her pen and pad ready, looking at them eagerly and wearing a bright smile that Harvey would've said was fake if he didn't know better.

"Hi!" Her ponytail may have actually been bouncing. Harvey stared at her, and then at Mike.

"Did you two coordinate this? Is there some new upper flooding the market?"

"What the hell is he talking about?" Gina focused on Mike, who shrugged in a way that said he knew exactly what Harvey was talking about.

"Harvey doesn't spend a lot of time with happy people."

"So it's a crime to be in a good mood now? Will you sue me for damages?" Gina asked, quirking her lips.

"Can I have a beer please? The two of you are creeping me out," Harvey requested, because only puppies make the mistake of answering rhetorical questions.

"You said please. It's catching," Mike commented. Harvey shot him a look.

"I'll be right back," Gina chuckled, and flounced off.

"Can we talk about the fact that you answered the phone mid-coitus? And that it's hilarious?" Mike asked as soon as Gina was gone. Harvey cocked his head to the side. Apparently something about this place prompted Mike to bluntness.

Harvey could play that game. He loved that game. Except. It wasn't really a game, because he was telling the truth. The whole truth. And nothing but the truth. So help him, God.

"I thought you needed me. And don't say coitus."

"I guess I should just be impressed you managed to recover from that extremely suave move and continue. It did take you forty five minutes to call me back," Mike pointed out, "Coitus."

Harvey scoffed.

"He was fine with it. One night stands generally care less about decorum." Mike made a soft noise that sounded like agreement, accompanied by a vague gesture.

"I do appreciate it, though," Mike announced eventually.

"I know you do," Harvey nodded, "Just like I appreciated you letting me finish."

Mike chuckled a little, and glanced up to smile at Gina as she put down their drinks.

"What'll it be, Mikey?" Gina asked, not bothering with her pad.

"The same," he jerked his chin towards Harvey, "There has to be a reason for the cheese fry/stuffed pepper combination."

Harvey smirked a little, and decided not to tell him that there wasn't. That he'd stumbled in here one night back in the mailroom days, very drunk, and ordered the first thing on the menu that appealed. The fact that the owner was a client was simply a happy byproduct of Harvey being totally awesome.

"All right, it'll be right up!"

"I feel like I'm at TGIFiday's or something," Harvey shuddered, watching her leave.

"She's being nice, Harvey. She's not going back to the kitchen and spitting in our food. She's a pretty brutally honest person, Harvey, and right now she's brutally happy. Try it some time."

"Am I not clearly enjoying myself? I invited you to dinner on my dime for fun. What was that word you used..." Harvey pretended to stare off into space for a brief moment before locking eyes with Mike, "Oh right. Nice."

"Touché." Mike tipped his pint glass at Harvey and took a long swig.

"Damn right."

Harvey sipped his beer and they slipped into a comfortable silence. Mike just sat across the table from him, smiling vaguely.

"I am still sad, you know."

Harvey's head snapped up and Mike was frozen in his seat. That look, that stupid look that made him fidget, that meant more than he could fully comprehend, the knowing in Harvey's eyes that appeared without Harvey seeming to be aware of it. The look that Mike had learned meant Harvey's defenses were down for a split second and a semi familiar feeling of having no control over his actions slipped over him. He pushed forward and kissed Harvey slowly, one hand resting along Harvey's jaw. There was just the faintest hint of stubble, and Mike rubbed his palm across it as Harvey leaned into his hand. Harvey made a noise in the back of his throat as Mike dragged his mouth away.

"We should skip dinner."

Ideas like that were why Harvey hired Mike.

Mike grabbed a pen from his inner breast pocket and scribbled a note of apology to Gina on a napkin. Harvey dropped a tip on the table and they were out the door. Harvey had a cab in seconds, but kept his hands to himself all the way through the lobby and up the first few floors in the elevator. Out of nowhere, he grasped Mike's shoulders and spun him, yanking him back hard against his own chest. Nimble fingers plucked Mike's shirt from his waistband and slid against his skin as the city dropped away below them. Harvey was looking at the skyline, but Mike was looking at Harvey's reflection in the glass. Mike could see the lips brushing against his ear as Harvey spoke, making him sag back against the solid body behind him.

"It's ours."

Author's Note Part Deux: I made it better, yes?