Harvey and Mike were in a meeting when it happened because the universe has piss poor timing on that sort of thing. The room was one of the big glass ones that bent with the curve of the building and Jessica was leading the meeting. Mike's phone buzzed loudly in his pocket, for which Harvey glared at Mike. It wasn't the first time he hadn't turned his phone off for something important but all Mike did was smile sheepishly at him.

"It wouldn't buzz if it wasn't important," Mike stage whispered at him.

Excusing himself Mike went out the conference room and began to walk down the hall. Harvey watched him walk away, mostly because he really enjoyed watching Mike walk. However, instead of continuing Mike stopped just as he'd turned into the cubicle aisle. His whole being shifted and Harvey just felt this overwhelming dread. This terrible, pit of his stomach feeling that had him standing and moving for the door without looking back when Jessica called after him.

"Mike," he called out but the associate wasn't listening.

Mike didn't even turn to look at him. He was nodding, making noises of agreement like his mind was somewhere else. Eventually, he hung up, and by then everyone in the immediate area was staring or only pretending to be busy. Mike was just staring down at his phone, eyes unfocused.

Instinct took over. Harvey grabbed Mike's arm and dragged him through the cubicle maze because Harvey knew. He knew what this was. And if he was right then Mike needed him to make sure what was about to happen didn't happen in the middle of the office. The file room was closer than the elevator. By the time they reached it and Harvey closed the door, Mike was shaking in his grip.

Once it closed behind them Harvey grabbed Mike and held on.

"I know. I know. It's alright. I got you," Harvey whispered into his shoulder. Most of the associate's weight was on him now, and Harvey brought them both to the floor, unable to get them to the chairs and that wouldn't afford the kind of embrace Mike needed. For once he didn't think about his or Mike's suit as they sat there, wrapping himself around Mike and propping himself up against the door as the associate silently shook apart.

"She's gone. They-they thought she was napping," Mike whispered into the crook of his neck. It was like the world had dissolved into just him and Mike. It was what he had feared and the loss hit him too. His husband's grandmother had always been kind, been generous with her affection for him and his family.

They also both adored Mike and how could he not love her for that alone? Harvey had never really known his grandparents, his father died years ago and he and his mother literally never spoke. Grammie was great with Gabriella and his brother and Alisa. But his grief was nothing compared to Mike's.

To see Mike like this, to feel him breaking like this, felt like it was killing him too.

When the shaking subsided Harvey nudged him. "I'm getting us out of here." He reached into his pocket for his phone and called Donna. "Emergency; cancel everything for today and tomorrow. Mike's stuff too. Pawn that off on whoever doesn't have the good sense to get out of your way. If Louis complains, stab him with a pen or something."

"I've always wanted to do emergency plan delta—"

"Donna, focus. Please." He pushed past the lump in his throat. "I also need you to clear a path to the elevator from the file room. I don't care if you have to buy half the office lunch. Just move them. Text me with an all clear." This he could do. Plan. Get Mike to a safe place where he could do this, where they could mourn.

"They don't call me Miracle Max for nothing. I'll call Ray and have him out front."

He let out a weak laugh. His voice cracked a little as he said, "Thank you."

Donna was quiet for a moment as if she was just realizing the severity of the situation. "I got this, Harvey. Let me know if you need anything else."

Harvey hung up and set the phone down next to him on the floor, waiting. Mike had stopped shaking but he laid against Harvey like he was boneless, listlessly tracing the pinstripes on Harvey's arm.

"Just keep breathing." Mike took a sudden deep breath, as if he'd been holding it without realizing. Harvey fumbled with straightening Mike's suit jacket. "Donna's gonna arrange everything. Ray will be waiting. Is it alright if Ray drives us? I completely forgot to ask. It can be a random cab, whatever you need."

Mike nodded, and his voice rasped as he finally found words. "Ray's fine… Ray's perfect. He'll be there?"

"He'll be there." Harvey hoped to God Ray didn't make him out to be a liar.

Mike just pressed his face into Harvey's shoulder. He wasn't shaking anymore but he clutched at Harvey like a drowning man. "I missed our lunch yesterday," he whispered. Harvey leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

"She knew how much you loved her and she loved you more than anything in the world," Harvey whispered back. It was something him and the old lady shared.

Mike shuddered, pulling his face out of Harvey's shoulder and looking into his eyes. "Have I ever thanked you? For… Believing in me and just… everything."

Harvey took a moment to breathe Mike in. Steeling himself, he buried his nose in Mike's hair. "I assure you all those things were completely selfish. I need you."

Mike's shaking subsided. "You need me."

"Yup. I love you. I love you more than sharks love blood." The reference was a complete victory because Mike actually laughed even if there were still tears in his eyes.

"You're dumb."

But to Harvey it sounded an awful lot like 'I love you' so he kissed his husband sweetly and then tucked him back under his chin.

Finally, after an eternity, his phone buzzed the all clear.

"Ready?"

Mike shook his head. It was a feeling Harvey could relate to. When his dad died he didn't think he'd be ready to face the world. Harvey wanted to be there for Mike, so long as that was what Mike wanted. And Mike was rarely shy about his wants anymore, so if he wanted to be alone right now he'd say so. Slowly, Mike pulled away and they stood, straightening their suits. Without thinking twice, Harvey laced his fingers with Mike's. Public displays of affection had been ruled off limits in the office—for the most part anyway—and hand holding was near the top. But everything sucked and Mike looked a little less haunted with the contact.

So with their backs straight and steps determined they left the file room and made their way to the elevators, hand in hand.