Mike groaned for the umpteenth time that night. Once again, he was stuck in the offices working overtime while everyone else was at home. They were all probably sleeping… or mocking him if they knew he was still there. The last people to leave were some other associates, all of whom made sure to make some sort of jab at him. Honestly, he didn't understand why Harvey thought that he could just repeatedly pull all-nighters. He was human, too! He also needed to eat and sleep, just like every other person. Seriously, there had to be a law against such treatment that Harvey was just keeping from Mike. He would have to look it up later.

Sighing, Mike considered calling for delivery as he started feeling hungry again. Unfortunately, he had last eaten at six o'clock, and it was almost midnight. Some businesses specialized in delivering late at night, so time didn't really matter. He would find someone to deliver. If not, Taco Bell was always opened to 2AM or later. He could just swing by for fourth meal really fast. As he kept thinking about food, Mike became even hungrier. Mike gave in to his stomach and reached for the phone. He debated between calling in Chinese or pizza, but he decided that Chinese would be the winner tonight. Just as he lifted up the receiver, he heard a crash.

Mike hesitated for a moment, unsure if his lack of sleep was messing with his mind. When he heard another noise, though, he jumped to his feet. Although he had always criticized characters in horror films for going towards the creepy noise, Mike couldn't deny his curiosity. Heart in his throat, he slowly moved forward, trying to remain as quiet as possible. His adrenaline was pumping as the "fight or flight" state-of-mind took over. When he saw Harvey's office light on, though, he relaxed and headed towards the office. He was planning on giving Harvey hell somehow. In the end, it would make him feel better.

Just as he got in front of Donna's desk, Mike looked in to find two figures in Harvey's office. Both figures were dressed in complete black and had matching masks on. One was flipping as quickly as he could through files, discarding them on the floor once he was done. Meanwhile, the other appeared to be trying to log into Harvey's laptop. Mike froze, staring in at them. Suddenly, both males looked over to see him. A moment of complete stillness passed before one man yelled at the other one. Because the door was closed, though, Mike couldn't hear what they were saying. When one of them headed towards him, though, he knew he needed to get the hell out of Pearson Hardman.

As soon as everything registered in his mind, Mike took off down the hall. Footsteps pounded right behind him as he zigzagged through the cubicles. Despite being in a panicked state of mind, Mike knew that he wouldn't be able to grab his bag. A feeling of hopelessness washed over him as he realized that he was going to have to outrun his pursuer. Adrenaline pumping, Mike hit the stairs faster than when he had been running from the police. His and his pursuer's footsteps echoed back in the concrete staircase. Although Mike wanted to look back to see how far ahead he was, he was too scared to. If he wasn't that far ahead then looking back would just be a waste of his time. Not only that, but looking back might cause him to fall down the stairs.

After what felt like forever, Mike finally made it to the first floor. The door opened with a bam, and Mike bolted for the front doors. A couple seconds later, he heard the door bang open again. Now he finally had a guess on how far his pursuer was behind him. He wasn't too happy with the distance since the adrenaline rush was starting to fade. Sprinting out of the building, Mike took a hard left. For the first time in a while, Mike was grateful that he rode his bike every day to work. It meant that he knew the streets like the back of his hand.

In a panic, though, Mike made a stupid decision. He didn't know where his pursuer was. The blood pounding in his ears as well as his ragged, uneven breathing kept him from hearing the other male's footsteps. And even if he didn't have the pounding blood and heavy breathing, he still would have to ignore all the other background noise that happened at night in such a large city. But when a hand barely brushed against Mike's jacket, he knew that his pursuer was getting too close. Instinctively and against any logical thinking, Mike bolted across the busy street right in front of the building. Three cars slammed on their horns while another one barely missed hitting him. Loudly, the squealing of tires screeched as several cars avoided slamming into each other. Angry shouts sounded out in the air as several obscenities slurred together.

However, this gave Mike a chance. As soon as he crossed the street, he quickly glanced behind him. His pursuer hadn't been as reckless to just dive in after him. As such, Mike had gained valuable seconds. As soon as he could, he turned down an alleyway before turning again and crossing the street. He then crossed three more blocks before nearly collapsing on the spot. Unfortunately, his adrenaline rush ended, which left Mike feeling absolutely exhausted. He was shaking and unable to breath properly, gasping in large amounts as his body tried to make up for the strenuous work it had just gone through. Mike cautiously examined the area, trying to discern any figure. When he saw nothing out of the ordinary, though, he started to relax. He had shaken his pursuer.

Honestly? Mike wanted nothing more than to collapse on the ground until the jitters went away, but he knew better. Although one man had chased after him, the other had stayed and was probably still going through Harvey's stuff. Mike staggered forward and looked at the street sign. Luckily, he had turned the correct way when he had left the building and had started heading for Harvey's condo. He quickly signaled for a taxi and jumped in. As soon as they were at the complex, Mike threw the necessary money into the front seat and leapt out of the car.

Rather impatiently, he waited for the elevator. Even though he knew it would be faster than just running up the stairs, he kept pacing back and forth. Leaping into the elevator as soon as the doors opened, Mike slammed his hand on the proper floor button three times before pressing the "Close Doors" button several times as well. A long minute passed before he was on the proper floor. Still shaking from the adrenaline and fear, Mike began pounding on Harvey's door.

"Harvey, wake up! It's Mike!" he yelled, pounding on the door even harder.

The door was suddenly ripped open, and an extremely angry Harvey glared at him. For a moment, Mike felt his face warm up. Harvey was disheveled… but in a different way than sleeping. Not only that, but he was almost naked. The last time Mike had arrived at Harvey's place, Harvey had been sleeping in a T-shirt. Glancing past, Mike saw a silhouette on the bed.

"Mike, this better be extremely important," Harvey growled.

After taking a second to register everything, Mike zoned back in. "It is!" he exclaimed. "Someone's broken into Pearson Hardman, and they were going through your files, Harvey."

"What?" Harvey yelled, clearly pissed and shocked at the same time. "Did you call the police?"

Shaking his head, Mike answered, "No. I didn't have the time to."

"You idiot!" Harvey growled, stalking back into his room. He grabbed his cellphone and started dialing. Mike then heard, "I would like to report a break-in at Pearson Hardman Law Firm."

As Harvey said that, the woman slid out of the bedroom. She was barely wearing anything, and Mike realized he had probably just cock-blocked Harvey hardcore. Still, some things came first. Mike was pretty sure that Harvey would have been more pissed if Mike had said nothing and just allowed the older male to get back to business. Walking into the room, she asked, "Is everything okay?"

"No, Nicole, everything's not okay," Harvey answered darkly. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave. There's been an emergency."

She nodded. "I understand," she whispered, quickly getting changed. Without saying another word, she grabbed her things and left. Mike reveled in this woman's beauty as she went. Long, red hair flowed silkily down to her shoulders while bright blue eyes captured his own. Nice curves complimented her body, and her dress was a sin in and of itself. And all too quickly, she was gone.

"Well, are you going to come in or just stand there like an idiot?" Harvey snapped as he hung up the phone.

Jumping, Mike stumbled into the room and closed the door behind him. "Look, Harvey, I'm really sorry about-" he started to say.

"Don't apologize, kid," Harvey replied. "The police are going to send an officer here to interview you. Before he gets here, though, I need to know what happened myself."

Mike realized at that point that his shaking had almost stopped. Nodding, he sat down on the couch and started his narrative. He explained in detail everything that happened – from the crash to what he saw to the pursuit after. Once he was done talking, Harvey just stared at him for a while. Something about Harvey's appearance had softened, although Mike couldn't exactly name what.

Softly, Harvey asked, "How are you feeling?"

"Honestly?" Mike inquired rhetorically. "I'm feeling pretty shitty. I mean, I might have been killed tonight if I hadn't been so quick on my feet. These guys weren't amateurs, Harvey. To even get into Pearson Hardman without triggering the alarms at night is one hell of a feat. But they managed to get into your office, and they were clearly searching for something specific."

Harvey frowned as he heard this. "That's what concerns me most of all. A lot of my client's information might be compromised if they managed to hack my laptop. Not only that, but any current cases might be compromised as well," he stated. "But who would have the motivation to try to steal such information."

"Maybe a competitor?" Mike suggested. "Or a crossed previous client looking for something to blackmail you with?"

Running a hand through his messed up hair, Harvey shook his head. "We'll learn more tomorrow once we can see the surveillance tapes. I know you said they were wearing masks, but could you tell what these guys looked like at all?"

"No," Mike murmured. "I couldn't even tell you what eye color they had. Everything is such a blur now. All I could do was run and pray that they wouldn't catch me. I've never been so terrified in my entire life."

Harvey forced a smile to his face. "Even after everything Louis has ever done to you? I find that hard to believe," he half-heartedly jested.

Mike offered him the shadow of a smile. "Maybe this is Louis's version of hazing, and I failed the initiation test because I ran away like a little girl," he responded, his voice only half-joking.

"Mike, listen to me," Harvey said, his tone suddenly becoming serious. "You did the right thing by running. Dying wouldn't have helped either you or me, okay? There was nothing you could do about the situation. I'd much rather have an associate who might get teased a bit about running away than a dead one. Do you understand me?"

Meekly, Mike nodded. "I know it's no my fault, but I still can't help but wonder if there was something else I could have done. If only I had brought my phone with me! I could have called the cops sooner instead of wasting time trying to get here first," he said in exasperation.

"Where is that atrocious bag you carry around all the time?" Harvey inquired.

Mike had completely forgotten to tell Harvey about forgetting his bag. "In the rush of things, I was unable to grab it before running out the door. If I'm lucky, it's still in Pearson Hardman. If I'm not, I've got some bank accounts to freeze and credit cards to cancel."

There was a long pause after that statement. By no means was it awkward, but it was present. Just as Mike was becoming uncomfortable, Harvey quietly said, "Everything's going to be just fine, kid. I'll make sure of it."

Before either could comment, though, the doorbell rang. Harvey rose from his seat and opened the door. Outside, an officer stood and asked, "My name is Officer Jackson. Are you Mr. Ross, sir?"

"No," Harvey answered, not seizing the moment to make a joke. "My name is Harvey Specter. He is Mike Ross." With that, Harvey carelessly motioned over to Mike.

"Mr. Ross, I'm going to have to ask you to come down the precinct in order to get a formal statement," the officer stated.

Mike let out another sigh. If he thought this night was going to be long before, he had an entirely different thing coming. He rose from the couch and headed towards the door, secretly wondering if he was actually going to get to sleep tonight. Abruptly, Harvey said, "I ask you to give me a few minutes to change so I may accompany you to the precinct." Mike was stunned by this sudden declaration.

"Sir, your presence is not needed unless you witnessed the incident as well," Officer Jackson informed Harvey.

Smiling, Harvey replied, "I'm Mr. Ross's lawyer, and I would like to be present."

"Do you have something to hide, Mr. Ross?" the officer suddenly inquired, his voice becoming suspicious.

Mike went to answer only for Harvey to cut him off. "I assure you that my client has nothing to hide. However, he's been through a lot tonight, and I don't want for him to be pushed over the edge. He needs his rest as it is. If you drill him until the early morning hours about every detail, he'll actually be more prone to slipping up on something important. That, officer, is why I would like to be present."

Officer Jackson appeared surprised by this statement. "I understand your concern, sir. We'll wait for you to get changed," he finally said, caving in.

As Harvey passed him, Mike hissed, "Do you even know anything about criminal charges?"

"I went to Harvard, Mike. What do you think?" Harvey retorted quietly, not even pausing for a second as he passed.

In all honesty, Mike wasn't sure if he should be satisfied with that statement… or completely horrified. Either way, he was bound to find out the answer at the precinct.