Too Far

Here's a short story for you guys, because I'm stuck on my other story, Hit-man's Target (which you should read :-) ). I promise I will get back to that one, but I decided to do one for suits.

Disclaimer: I do not own suits

"Look, Trevor, you need to stop dealing, man. You don't have to do it for a living; you can make something of yourself," said Mike calmly.

"So that's what you came here to tell me?" Trevor growled.

"You got real software clients, man! Stick to them!"

"You actually believed that crap? I don't have any software clients. Jeez, your just as naïve as Jenny."

"Look, if you need some kind of transition money-"

"What? How?"

"Does it matter?"

"What matters is that you don't help me out, okay? I help you out and I'm not interested in transitioning into anything!"

"Well, the least you could do is be honest with Jenny."

"That's what this is all about; you've always liked her."

"I think she deserves to know the truth."

"You always thought you were better than me."

"Maybe that's because I am," chuckled Mike as he began to leave.

That was it. Trevor shoved Mike back and away from him. Mike dropped his bag and pushed Trevor back. All of a sudden, the began grappling each other, trying to get control over one another. Trevor unexpectedly got the best of Mike and slammed him into a metal pillar. Instantly, he backed off, realizing what he just did. Mike was bent over, holding onto the pillar for support as he felt his cheek and wincing when his fingers met the tender spot. That's going to leave a mark. But now he was pissed; Mike straightened up and faced Trevor angrily. Trevor put up his hands up in defense, maybe almost surrender, but Mike didn't care; Trevor was finished. He went at Trevor, full speed, ready to pound his face in. At the last minute, though, Trevor ducked Mike's swing and at the same time, punched him in the stomach. Mike dropped to his knees and fell to his side, coughing harshly, trying to get his breath back in his lungs. Then, without warning, Trevor kicked his in the stomach repeatedly, causing Mike's lungs to starve for oxygen, It hurt; not just the blows to the midriff, but his chest. He couldn't breathe and his vision was swimming with little black dots.

"T-Trevor, pl-please s-stop!" Gasped Mike.

"Who's better now, huh Mikey?" Shouted Trevor, but the kicks stopped. Finally, he could get his breathing back to normal. But he was completely unprepared for what Trevor was going to do next. Trevor grabbed Mike by the neck with the crook of his elbow and lifted him up, cutting off his air supply.

"T-Tre...Stop! I c-c-can't b-br'th!"

"Who's better, Mike? Who!"

"S-Stop...I can'...I..." Suddenly, Mike's body went limp in Trevor's hold. He stopped struggling, he stopped gasping for air; he just went still.

"Who's- Mike?" Trevor released Mike's neck and he watched as Mike fell to the group in a crumpled heap. "Mike get up, stop playing around!" Trevor leaned over Mike's open mouth, listening for his friend's breath. There was none. "Oh, no. Shit Mike!" He began to shake Mike's shoulder, slapping Mike's bruised cheek roughly, trying to get him to wake up.

"Come on, man, wake up! Don't do this to me, dammit!" Trevor cursed and he dug out his phone.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"My- my friend," shouted Trevor as he propped Mike's head in his lap. "He's not breathing! I don't know what happened," Trevor said, lying at the last part.

"Calm down sir. We already have an ambulance en route to your location."

"Thanks." Trevor hung up and threw his phone down. He brought Mike's prone body closer, cradling him in his arms.

"I'm so sorry, Mike. I'm sorry."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~SUITS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~SUITS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~SUITS~~~

Where the fuck was he? Mike was late, even more late than usual. He knew that they had a meeting with the "CEO" Stensland about the motor company. Harvey had been waiting for nearly thirty minutes outside Pearson Hardman, calling Mike several times with no answers, before he gave up and went on without him associate. He would kick Mike's ass later.

But, apparently Stensland change the date of the appointment after he caught on with what Harvey was trying to do. Worst of all he fired both the firm and another who worked for the company, Dominic Barone. Dom stormed out of the conference room, while Harvey, still kind of pissed, walked out calmly, pulling out his phone. Maybe one more call wouldn't hurt; maybe he'd get an explanation. It rang for a moment, when finally picked up.

"Hello?"

That's strange. He knew Mike's voice and that wasn't Mike.