Bloodsuckers in Court (a Suits/Moonlight crossover)

Rating: M

Pairings: Mick/Harvey, Josef/Mike

A/N: Hey, all! This story is being co-written with hana-to-mame! I'm writing the things from Mick and Josef's point of view, and she's writing the parts from Harvey and Mike's point of view.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Moonlight or Suits. Just making sure you know that!

ChapterOne-UnexpectedCircumstances

(Mick PoV)

I was lounging on Josef's couch, sipping from a glass of A+ blood. Josef was by the door, waving goodbye to all his guests as they left.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself Josef," I chuckled while surveying the room, "Cause it's going to be a bitch to clean this mess up."

"Mick, Mick, Mick, now you're just being cute. You actually think that I'm going to do the dirty work. Hah, don't make me laugh."

"Isn't that a little redundant?" I pointed out before taking another sip of my drink.

"No it's not," Josef began pacing in front of me, "Anyway this party was for you. To get you out of your apartment, and back into the world and get you away from Beth."

"I already told you I'm over Beth," I huffed, crossing my arms like a spoiled child, "Besides how's a party supposed to help me anyway?"

"You meet people Mick! Flirt, dance, kiss, and get laid. How doesn't that help you?" he remarked, "And I know for a fact that there were more than one single vampire, of both sexes, that caught you eye."

"So what Josef, I wasn't about to go home with some random person just because you told me too," I let out a long sigh, "Besides that's not the reason I go to parties. I go to parties for the entertainment, haven't you ever read The Great Gatsby?"

"Fuck the Great Gatsby, I am the Great Gatsby! And you sir are the one who needs to read that book, because it is filled with people partying only to get laid."

"Your parties are not as well-known as Mr. Gatsby's." I replied, taking another swig of the velvety red liquid.

"Well that's because Josef Kostan caters to an exclusive crowd, Charles Fitzgerald used to throw extravagant parties up on Long Island. So well known that a distant," he emphasized the word distant by the use of air quotes, "cousin of mine, a one F. Scott Fitzgerald, had been in attendance, several times might I add."

"Are you trying to tell me that the book, The Great Gatsby, is based off of you?" I asked in disbelief.

"Loosely," he shrugged as if it was just another one of those things.

"You are full of shit you know that." I stated, he looks like he was about to say something when his phone rings. He politely excused himself from the room while answering with a hearty hello. I finished my drink and stoop up, stretching. I could hear Josef arguing on the phone in the other room, but I just tuned him out. Instead I turned my attention to the large mess left behind for the house cleaners. Fortunately they were trained by the Cleaners, so they were capable of handling vampire parties. However, I still felt bad for them. I was contemplating to myself about if I should give them a hand by doing some damage control, when Josef's voice interrupted my thoughts.

"What do you mean she's dead!" he screamed loud enough that I could have heard him even without my super hearing.

"Josef?" I questioned even though I knew he was too preoccupied to hear me.

"You promised me that nothing would happen to her Jessica! You assured me that you could handle this!" he snapped. I cautiously approached the office door. He shouted some more and I began to feel sorry for the person on the other end of the line. There was a loud roar of anger, than the sound of something crashing into the wall and shattering on impact.

"Josef, are you okay?" I asked while knocking on the door.

"Okay!" he laughed although the situation held no humor, "Does it fucking look like I'm okay!" he growled wrenching the door open, nearly tearing it from the wall. His eyes were bright blue and his fangs had fully extended. I had never seen Josef so pissed off.

"What happened?" Josef seemed stunned by the question, I watched as the rage vanished from his eyes.

"She's dead Mick. Sarah Whitley is dead," he whispered, as if saying it to loud would make it all the more real. He sullenly moved out of my way. I watched as he picked pieces of his phone off the floor. Halfway up the wall above him was a large crack in the plaster. He must have found what he was looking for because he ignored the rest of the phone and retired to his desk. He rummaged around in the drawers awhile before pulling out a spare phone and inserting his old SIM card into it. The silence around us held a tension, and I knew I'd be the one to break it.

"How did it happen?" I forced myself to ask.

"She was murdered," he replied, "Some bastard had an issue with me and took it out on her." His voice remained eerily calm, but his body shook with rage.

"So what's our plain of action?" Josef stood up and began pacing.

"We are going to New York City to hunt down this son-of-a-bitch and put an end to the measly existence he calls life. A slow and painful end," his eyes flashed with something akin to lust at the thought of murdering the man responsible for his onetime lover's death.

"But we can't just stroll into New York, it would be too obvious." I objected.

"I realize that Mick. It just so happens that our killer has provided us with the perfect cover. I had planned the opening of the New York branch of Kostan Enterprises to be this weekend. As C.E.O., I am obligated to make an appearance," he explained.

"Josef this is obviously a trap. This guy has set you up. I thought you were smarter than this."

"Mick, how long have you known me? I know what I'm doing. Whoever is out to get me has made it impossible for me to ignore them. Their expecting me to walk into their trap blindfolded and be an easy kill, well they're about to find out that they messed with the wrong guy," he continued.

"And how is your plan any different than theirs?" I asked, trying to judge whether or not Josef was sane.

"Because in my genius plane I won't be going in alone, you'll be with me. We'll deal with this together."

"And by together you mean I do all the dirty work and you show up for the fight and look pretty," I commented sarcastically.

"Precisely, although I never show up anywhere looking pretty, I always look handsome, or sexy," he grinned like a maniac, "Now go home and chill. Our flight leaves tomorrow morning."

"Why so early? I mean you said yourself you don't need to be in New York till the weekend."

"The reason is simple. I have to discuss a small matter with my dear friend Jessica," he said the word friend as if he was talking about his worst enemy.

"You mean the one taking care of Sarah?"

"Yes," he spat, "She's also my lawyer, and she'll be protecting Kostan Enterprises in the future. I've been meaning to schedule an appointment to finalize our deal. However, in view of current circumstances, our deal will not be the only thing discussed."

"And I take it I'm coming with." I sighed in consent.

"Of course Mick, I need somebody to hold me back."

X

(Harvey Pov)

I looked out my window and saw how dark it was outside. I haven't stayed at work this late in years, so I wasn't exactly thrilled to be in my office. I was pretty sure Mike and I were the only two people still in the building.

But I couldn't take sitting at my desk anymore. I needed to check with my associate, and to tell him that we might as well just go home because there was no way we'd be getting any more work done that night. He'd just have to work twice as hard tomorrow.

On my way I passed Jessica's office. The light was on.

What's she still doing here? I thought to myself. So I lingered by the wall where she couldn't see me.

"It was out of my control," I heard her say sternly. There was no reply, so she must have been on the phone. "Like I said, no one could have anticipated this. I'm sorry." A few seconds of silence, and then I heard the phone being placed back on the receiver.

I'd never heard Jessica react like that to a client before. I had to know what was going on, as something that large would surely affect the entire firm. So I strode into her office.

"Jessica," I said with my usual non-emotional smile. I was mildly tired, but of course I didn't let it show as I sauntered up to her desk.

"Harvey," she greeted me with an equally confident attitude. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh, nothing." I said, pretending I hadn't just overheard her phonecall. "I just saw the light in your office was still on and wanted to see for myself if you were really here after ten."

She squinted at me but said nothing about it. "There was an emergency with one of my personal clients. He's coming in tomorrow. This man is very important to the firm. I'm taking his case, and I want you to stay away from him."

I stuffed my hands in my pockets and shrugged. "Okay."

"I need your word that you will leave it alone. I know you have this tendency to dig too deep, but I need you to trust me. Leave him to me, and everything will be fine."

"I said 'okay'." I shrugged again, glancing down at her desk to the name of the close file that was lying in front of her. She wanted my word, she got it. I said I'd leave it alone, so I was going to leave it alone. I strutted out of her office and up to Mike's cubicle.

"You need something?" he asked me, in that trying-not-to-sound-too-eager voice of his.

"Yeah," I told him, "Jessica's got a new case and wants me to stay out of it."

"Okay... so why are you telling me this?"

"Because. I want you to find out everything you can about Josef Kostan."