highlander_ii

"Mike, if you don't get your feet off my desk, you're not going to need shoes anymore," Harvey growled.

"Wow," Mike said, dropping his feet to the floor. "Someone's in a mood." He closed the folder in his lap. "Who pissed in your Wheaties this morning?"

Harvey's response was a glare that could peel paint.

Undeterred, Mike continued, "Seriously, man. You haven't been this grouchy since Hardman was here. Wait - is he back?"

Harvey smirked. "No, Mike. Hardman is not back."

"So, what? Scottie break up with you again?"

"Can't break up if you're not together, Mike."

Mike let the silence sit a moment. "You're not gonna tell me?"

"Get out."

"We have the depo in a little bit. I'll just have to come back."

"How is that my problem?"

Mike held up his hands. "Fine." He tossed the file folder into Harvey's desk box and left.

"That wasn't even fun to listen to. What's up your ass today, Harvey?" Donna asked as she strode into the office.

"Nothing."

"Wait, that was all just to fuck with him?" She pointed a thumb toward the door.

Harvey nodded, a glimpse of a smile as he went back to the document on his desk.

"Oh my god, you're the worst." She held up a hand, turned around and went back to her desk.