Right now it doesn't have a real plot, more like a linked series of related one-shots. Also stole the highlighter thing from Cuppa-Char :) Enjoy!

Harvey unceremoniously dumped a towering pile of briefs in front of Mike. "Get it done before 9AM tomorrow," he said, turning to leave. Mike took in the size of the pile. The precariously stacked papers were threatening to topple over. He dropped his head onto his arms. "Screw you, Harvey," he moaned into the sleeve of his unfortunately cheap suit. Harvey stopped and turned back. "What did you just say?" he asked, cocking his head.

"Oh fuck." Mike silently fired off a very quick prayer for his life. "Nothing.

"Do I need to take the highlighters again?" Harvey asked. Mike's hand shot protectively towards the small bundle of colorful markers. This movement did not escape Harvey's notice. "Good," he smirked. Alternating sips of Red Bull and lukewarm coffee, Mike sighed and pulled the files toward him. Soon enough, his knee was bouncing uncontrollably to the beat of the music emanating from his ear buds. The office was quickly clearing out as the associates left for the night, leaving Mike in his own oblivious bubble.

Grinning as he finished the last page, he gathered up the papers and headed rather unsteadily towards Harvey's office. Donna took in his disheveled appearance and glassy stare with a raised eyebrow. "Going somewhere, Mike?" she asked. Mike gave a small start at her voice. "Donna! Hey! What's up? Didn't see you there. Wow, that dress looks really good on you. Red is like, totally your color you should wear it more often likemaybeeveryFridayorsometh ing –"

Donna cut off his overcaffeinated rambling with a rueful shake of her head and gestured towards Harvey's door. She snickered as Mike enthusiastically tried and failed to push the door open, forgetting he had to pull. She watched in amusement for a few minutes, but after the fourth failed attempt she took pity. "Mike, you pull, remember?" Donna called over her shoulder.

"Yeah, I totally knew that," he scoffed unconvincingly. Harvey looked up at him skeptically as Mike barged in and dumped the pile of briefs proudly on top of Harvey's desk. "Done!" he crowed, offering his fist, which Harvey ignored. "Kid, I said tomorrow morning, not tonight," he said, grudgingly impressed.

"YeahbutHarveyyouknowonceIget intheflowofthingsIhavetokeep goinguntil –"

"How much coffee have you had?" Harvey asked suspiciously. "You know what, don't answer that," he answered himself wearily as Mike opened his mouth, holding up his hand as if to prevent more verbal vomit. As if that were possible. "Okay, so maybe you aren't the worst lawyer in the history of everything," he added as he looked though Mike's work. Mike let out a whoop and again offered his fist. "C'mon, Harvey," he wheedled, his bright blue eyes reminding Harvey once again of an overgrown puppy. "Put her up there!" Harvey took a quick peek behind Mike to check that the office was indeed deserted before surreptitiously fist-bumping his associate. "Yeah! That's what I'm talking about," Mike said, grinning and actually twirling around in delight as he fist pumped the air.

"Excuse me, I thought I hired an actual associate instead of a Golden Retriever," Harvey said snarkily. He tossed a crumpled ball of paper towards the corner. "Go fetch." Mike scowled at the puppy insult but actually went and picked up the ball of paper, dunking it into the trash. "He shoots, he scores!" Mike shouted as Harvey leaned back and ran a hand through his hair in exhaustion. Goddamn paperwork was enough without an overexcited puppy bouncing around his office.

"Sorry to interrupt playtime, but I'm leaving," Donna said over the intercom. Both men looked up to see her gathering her things and buttoning her Donna Karan coat. "And you can't do anything without me, so you're leaving too," she said pointedly.

They looked at each other. Point taken. Mike dashed to his cubicle to cram his stuff into his messenger bag before running to catch up with Harvey at the elevator. "Hey Harvey we should go get a drink!" he exclaimed, eyes lighting up with his brilliant idea. Harvey looked at him. "You have your helmet on backwards," he pointed out as Mike hastily turned it around to face the right way. "Are you even of legal drinking age?" Mike rolled his eyes. "At least I don't go around thinking I'm Don Draper."

"Good, 'cause you're not," Harvey shot back as they stepped into the elevator. He straightened the lapel of his dark, slim-fit Tom Ford suit. "You wish you could pull off 3-piece-suits," he added smugly.

Mike snorted. "Dude, skinny ties are in."

"Don't ever call me 'dude.'"

"Right," Mike said, looking somewhat abashed. They stepped out of Pearson Hardman, where they were immediately met with a downpour of rain. "Come on," Mike groaned, holding his messenger bag above his head. Harvey had somehow already managed to pull out a sleek black umbrella. Mike scooted closer as Harvey shot him a dirty look. "Get your own umbrella." He quickly made his way to the car where Ray was waiting, smoothly pulling down the umbrella and sliding into the back seat. He turned around in shock as Mike clambered in after him. "What are you doing?"

"Harvey, it's raining!"

"Yes, I can see that," Harvey said patronizingly. He gave Mike a look as if to say So?

"So please tell me you're not going to make me go back out there and bike in this weather when you have a big, warm, and did I say big? car right here!" He patted the leather seats to further make his point.

"Uh, in New York City, where we live, there are these yellow cars called taxis that will take you places." Harvey regretted saying it as soon as the words left his mouth as Mike hung his head sadly and made to open the car door. He bore a striking resemblance to a kicked puppy.

"For God's sake," Harvey said, rolling his eyes and grabbing the bag of Mike's jacket so that his head flung back and he nearly fell onto Harvey's lap. "This is only so I don't have to replace you after you crash into a car, you know that right?"

"Um, why are we assuming it would be my fault if I died?" Mike asked petulantly though not being able to keep the happy tone out of his voice. "Factoring in my age –"

"-which would be 5," Harvey muttered as Mike plowed on.

"-and experience, the probability of a car hitting me during a time of heavy precipitation is 1 in 27,348 as opposed to me running into a car, which is 1 in 18,234."

"You left out the fact that you're a clumsy idiot," Harvey pointed out. Mike let out a string of sarcastic laughter. "Hilarious. Ever consider a stint on Seinfeld?"

"Many times."

"You're so funny."

"Jealous?"

Silence ensued as Mike stared out the window and Harvey checked his iPhone, scrolling through countless emails. "Where are we going?" Mike asked, his nose pressed against the glass. New York City glittered wetly through the drizzle.

"Don't fog up my windows with hot-dog breath," Harvey warned as he pocketed his phone. He caught Ray's eye in the rearview mirror. "I'm going out," he informed Mike. "Ray is taking you home. It's past bedtime for puppies."

"Harvey!" Mike protested, realizing immediately that his voice sounded dangerously close to a whine. "Let me come. Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

Mike was silent for a moment. Harvey looked over to see the kid deep in thought and began to panic slightly as the younger man's lips turned up in a frighteningly Harvey Specter-ish smile. "We're in midtown Manhattan right now, and I happen to live in Williamsburg. Now, I'm not sure if you've ever deigned to visit any of the boroughs, but they're a decent distance away, even in a car with a driver. Considering it's Friday night with a higher-than-average amount of traffic, it would waste your time to go all the way to Williamsburg just to drop me off, especially since I'm tired and may or may not mix up directions to my place. Or, you could just take me with you." Mike sat back in his seat and laced his fingers, triumphant in his argument.

"Thank you, Counselor, " Harvey said dryly. Goddamnit, he thought, drumming his fingers impatiently. Kid had a point, albeit an annoying one. "Alright, fine."

"Really?" Mike asked eagerly. Harvey nodded with a grimace, raking a hand through his hair. God. What had he gotten himself into?

Hope you guys like it! I know it's short so far, the next few chapters will definitely longer and more complete - this one is just to set everything up. Please review and let me know what you think, suggestions/requests welcome!