A.N: Gosh, I am soooo very sorry for the delay on the chapter. I kept rethinking about how Harvey wanted to react. Plus, school work kept getting in the way.

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SUITS

Harvey's mind was racing.

What was he going to do about this. Obviously Mike hadn't noticed him yet.

Was he having an attack of some kind? But why would he be huddled under the desk? He'd put himself there, that much was obvious from the forgotten blanket and pillow.

He looked...scared? Freaked, upset, tense. All of these words fit, but something else was there. He couldn't tell.

Harvey knew a thing or two about psychology. He'd taken a class in college, as he figured there'd be a need for it in the lawyer business. He'd be able to get into the minds of clients and competitors alike. This was one of the reasons he was good at what he did. He was able to observe and manipulate the feelings of those around him, and react accordingly. It was empowering, knowing you could understand how and why people did things the way they do.

Mike seemed to be having a flashback of some kind, or nightmare perhaps.

No, not nightmare. Although Mike wasn't aware of his surroundings, he was definitely awake. A living nightmare.

Harvey thought back to what he'd learned about people during nightmares. Shouldn't you not wake them up? No wait, that was sleep-walking. Fuck.

Damn, this was really shaking him up. He's never this disoriented. What should he do? What can he do? Dammit.

Was that music? His eyes focused on the mp3-player that laid next to Mike. That must've been the light coming from under the next.

And it was loud, he could hear the rapid beats clearly from here.

Wait, loud music? Didn't he read about something like that? Using loud music to...ground yourself? Yes, that it.

He remembered reading about using loud, jarring music in order to stay with the 'real world'.

But wait, that was for PTSD. Was Mike really having a flashback? How would he know?

"Dad. Dad! DAD!" Mike yelled out suddenly, causing Harvey to jump slightly.

Fuck. Didn't Mike say his parents were in a car accident? Dammit.

He was definitely having a flashback. Harvey couldn't think of anything else to do. He tried to get Mike's attention.

"Mike...Mike!' He started getting louder, not sure of the consequences of touching him would do. He didn't know exactly what happened, and it was best to be cautious.

"MIKE!"

He'd finally gotten through, Mike's eyes shot open, wide, confused, and still a bit terrified. Harvey recoiled slightly, unnerved by the raw emotions in his eyes.

SUITS

Mike took in a shaky breath. He was in the office. He was here, not in the car. He could feel the cool metal of the desk, and the carpet underneath him. The smell of paper and ink infiltrated his nose, and he was again reminded he wasn't in the car, he was in the office.

Yes, he was in the office, with HARVEY STARING RIGHT AT HIM!

Shit, shit shit. Why did it happen here? Why couldn't he have gone home before it happened?

CRACK!

Mike screwed his eyes shut again, pushing away the images of blood and gore.

Oh yeah, that's why. At just the sound of thunder he deteriorated until he couldn't do anything but cower in the nearest corner, or in this case, desk.

God! He is such a wimp. He can't just get over it. It's been years since it's happened.

Mike opened his eyes again, ignoring the wetness on his cheeks.

Harvey was still here. And he was looking at him with something indescribable in his eyes.

It hit him. He was sitting here, bawling his eyes out under his desk at 3 something in the morning. And of all people to find him, it had to be Harvey.

He was just so weak. His boss had wake him up out of a stupid...thing, and he just couldn't take it anymore.

"I..." Mike croaked out, throat sore from the earlier yelling section.

"A-Are you alright?" Harvey asked, regretting it immediately. Of course he wasn't alright! He just had a flashback to probably one of the most terrifying moments in his life, and he asked if he was 'alright'? Stupid.

And the noticeable stutter was definitely not because he was probably way in over his head right now.

And fuck. With Mike's memory, anything that was that bad must be even intensified. He could remember every single little detail of what happened.

It horrified him, something that was so bad that he had flashbacks to it, and he could remember everything about it. That must be the worse thing in the world.

"Harvey..." Mike said, his throat clearer. Damn, what was he going to say to that? Oh yeah, he was alright, this is just a practice exercise for something. Yeah, that's it, of course. He opened his mouth to say so, and...

CRACK!

Another boom of thunder resounded in his ears and he honestly couldn't help what happened next.

Mike jumped, quicker than what should be possible, out from under the desk and right into Harvey. No thoughts crossed his mind except the mindless fear that it brought. He shivered , not sure if it was from the cold or the fear.

This was madness.

A.N: OMG, that took way more than I thought it would.

I'd like to point out that I personally have no professional psychology learning, but I've read up about PTSD some, and the rest comes from my own thoughts about it. ^^;

Also, for those who don't know, PTSD stands for "Post-Tramatic Stress Disorder".

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