Hello all! I can't thank you all enough for the amazing reviews; you guys rock so hard! XD Okay so this ending may seem a bit abrupt and I honestly apologize for that. Classes started back up for me today and I'm taking 15 hours on top of working full time six days a week so my writing time has been cut by more than half O.o I still plan on writing (I love the fandom too much not to!) but it'll probably only be one-shots for while because I won't have time to update as regularly as I was =/ I'm so happy you guys liked this story though, you all honestly kept me going! Thank you so much! XD

Mike was still asleep when Harvey woke up the next morning, his back turned to the older man and his breathing soft and even. He'd had a few more nightmares throughout the night but each time Harvey was there to reach out and offer what comfort he could whether it was physical or simply shushing him softly. Eventually, Mike fell into a dreamless sleep and slept peacefully through the rest of the night. Harvey hadn't slept that well, his mind never fully relaxing in case Mike fell into another nightmare, but he figured one sleepless night was worth it in the long run.

He slipped out of bed, grabbing a fresh change of clothes from the dresser before walking toward the bathroom. They weren't going into the office today so he didn't have to worry about putting on a suit but he still felt like he needed to get dressed before he got anything accomplished. He'd set up a meeting with Erikson for the next afternoon but the rest of the case was pretty rock solid. He had no intention of letting Mike leave the apartment for the rest of the weekend until he got completely caught up on all the sleep he'd foregone in order to redo all the files though.

He took a quick shower, dressing quietly and walking out into the living room. Mike was still asleep and he was hoping to keep it that way for as long as he could. He had some business to take care of anyway. He pulled out his laptop and sent a quick email to Donna, keeping her up to date with the latest Mike news. He knew that if he didn't contact her first there would be a series of angry emails in his inbox by noon. He sent the email and closed the laptop, pulling out his cell phone and scrolling through the list of numbers. He had a few calls to make before Mike woke up.


True to his word, Harvey kept Mike at his apartment for the rest of the weekend, also forcing him to go home early after the trial on Monday. Before he dismissed him, he handed him a small slip of paper with a woman's name, an address, and a phone number written across the top. Upon seeing his confused look, Harvey elaborated.

"She's an old client of mine; she deals primarily with PTSD and trauma victims. I want you to go talk to her about what happened." Before Mike could protest, Harvey held up his hand. "I don't want any excuses. You're not allowed to come back into work until you meet with her, got it?" The younger man floundered for words for a second but couldn't come up with a persuasive arguement so he reluctantly agreed to go see her the next morning.

Harvey smirked as Mike trudged out of the office, tossing a wink at Donna through the door as he left. They'd been in on it together, Donna moreso than Harvey, but he'd agreed nonetheless. He was more set on the other arrangements he'd made but having Mike meet with the psychologist would defintely help.

Later that week, after he'd had two appointments with the doctor, Mike returned to work. He walked into his cubicle, staggering a bit in shock at what awaited him in the chair. His messenger bag was sitting on the chair in front of his desk, his wallet resting on top of it. He didn't move for a long time, too stunned to say or do anything. Then, before he knew what he was doing, he'd turned on his heel and marched down the hall to Harvey's office. He didn't even bother to knock.

Harvey barely glanced up from the paperwork on his desk. "Hello Mike."

"How-? When did-? How did you ever-?" Mike sputtered, his mind still too rattled to form a coherent sentence at the moment.

Harvey just looked up at him placidly. "I have connections Mike, all I had to do was make a few calls." He wrote something in the margins of the file he was working on. "I couldn't do anything about the bike, I think its been scrapped by now, but I've made arrangement for Ray to pick you up in the mornings anyway." His hand passed over a folder, shuffling some papers inside. "Oh, and those guys who mugged you were caught trying to sell your jacket. They're being held downtown but there's not a lawyer in the city who will represent them." Harvey looked up at him then, a dark glint in his eye that Mike had never seen before.

"But-...you just-..."

"I don't like when people threaten those close to me, Mike," Harvey answered cooly, smiling his trademark lawyer smile. "You've become pretty valuable to me recently and I'd hate for someone or something to take that away."

Mike opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and then closed it one more time before shaking his head slightly. "Thank you...I really don't know what to say just...thank you so much Harvey."

Harvey smiled and nodded. "Anytime kid."

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