A/N - Okay, so I have an update for 'Nobody said it was easy' that I'm finishing editing and will upload asap. In the meantime, I was drunk the other night and in a pool of Marvey feels madness, managed to produce this. I'm not sure if it's worth uploading because honestly I read fics on here that are soooo good and I know I can never match up to them but please let me know your thoughts and feelings and any improvements for sure! Hope everyone is well.

Mike was sat on his prison bunk, trying to stay calm. This entailed keeping his breathing even, his whole body relaxed and his attention focused on the slight crack in the wall on Kevin's previously occupied side of the cell.

It was dark now. He had been sat there for at least two hours, getting more and more agitated with each passing minute. He had planned this. Gallo had to make his move tonight. He wouldn't have another chance.

Mike readjusted himself, crossing his legs on the bed like a child. He felt like a child. He'd watched as Kevin left a long time ago and the adrenaline had fuelled his desire to get this done now. To keep Gallo away for good.

He may have been stupid to think that he could pull this off. There were so many things that could go wrong. That's how he knew that Harvey would never agree to it. He felt awful not telling the older lawyer but he knew this had to be done one way or another. One last obstacle before he'd be out for good with Rachel.

Mike frowned as he glanced at the calendar across from him. Kevin had left it behind saying that he no longer needed to count his days. He was blessed no matter what, so long as he put his children to bed at night. It had been exactly a month since the wedding, since the dreaded day he had left Rachel at the altar and followed Harvey into the car that led to here. So much had happened since and Mike felt completely different to who he was back then. Prison matures a person greatly. Your priorities shift whilst inside and he was determined to keep this newfound attitude when he was out. He had to do things for good, for a reason. No longer just because it was his job and he needed money.

He slumped against the wall and laid his head backward. Thoughts of sleep were running through his mind but there was no way he could allow them to consume him. No, Gallo was just playing him, allowing him to get comfortable and unfocused. He had to stay alert, to be ready at any moment. He had to pull this off.

-SUITS-

Harvey strolled into Cahill's office. He was fuming. He had finally got his hopes up thinking that they had succeeded. That they had managed to get Mike out for good. And then he hears that Mike won't be out until tomorrow. Tomorrow? Yesterday it was tomorrow! How many hoops did he have to jump through?

He wouldn't admit that he was fretting mainly because Mike was in there with Gallo. He knew that it was a stupid idea. Mike had put himself in a terrible situation all to save Harvey from purjuring himself. Harvey didn't like it at all. He knew what Gallo was capable of and he didn't like this situation. The whole thing wasn't helping his anxiety. He just hoped that Mike knew what he was doing and hiding out for the night. He hated feeling so helpless.

Cahill came into sight and Harvey already felt his blood rushing. He needed to calm down.

"Harvey, good. You're here." Shaun sounded so calm and collected.

"What the hell is going on? You said you'd reinstate the deal if Mike dropped his suit." Harvey was trying to keep his voice even.

"And I did-"

"Bullshit!" He was pissed now. It was annoying him that people kept lying to him and getting in his way. "You pulled his deal and now he's in there all alone. Now if you don't pick up the phone-"

"Harvey! I didn't pull anything." Shaun had to explain this quickly. He knew from experience how easily Harvey could fall off the handle. Especially if the stakes involved Mike.

"What?" Harvey was speechless. What the hell was going on? He was losing his patience. Why didn't people tell him these things?

"Mike called me and told me to hold of his paperwork until tomorrow morning." Shaun stayed calm but on the inside he was panicking slightly. He would be a liar if he said he wasn't afraid of Harvey. Especially in this state.

"Why the hell would he do that, Shaun?"

"Cos he has a plan he doesn't want you to know." Cahill took a breath. He knew this had been a bad idea.

"I don't care what his plan is." God, was Mike trying to give him a heart attack? What the hell was he doing now? Kevin was out too, surely that's all he wanted. If Mike ever got out of prison, Harvey was going to kill him for sure. Just for all the anxiety he caused. "You tell him-"

"Listen! He doesn't want you to know cos he doesn't want you to stop it. Now that you can't he's gonna need our help to bring it home." Shaun tried to sound convincing. He knew Harvey was skeptical.

Harvey took to the silence to breath whilst pacing the room. After a moment, he turned and pointed at Shaun. He knew he wasn't going to like this. "You'd better tell me what the fuck is going on."

Shaun explained Mike's plan to have Kevin leave and frame Gallo for an attack. He did so as calmly as possible but with the uncomfortable feeling like Harvey had a nice

knife to his throat. But Harvey was silent the whole way through. He could feel his pulse rising every second. What the hell was Mike thinking? Anything could go wrong with this. His jaw was locked, his stomach turning with the dread at the thought that this could end in many ways: most of them with them with Mike hurt. Or worse...

-SUITS-

It was getting so late now and Mike was beyond bored still sat on the same position on his bed. His genius mind was not enjoying this lack of stimuli. Sitting there with nothing to stare at but a wall with chipped cream paint was excruciatingly dull and there was no telling when Gallo would make his move.

Just as he was starting to lose hope, however, he heard the unmistakable click of his door, jerking his brain and body into action. Mike slowly rose off the bed as the distinguishable form of Gallo opened his cell door. If he had been afraid before, he was downright terrified now. This was the moment of truth.

Gallo entered slowly, peering behind the door to a figure Mike couldn't see, he said "thanks Jimbo." Just the sound of his voice, laced with a hint of smugness, sent a chill down Mike's back and he took a minute step back.

"Why don't you go ahead and give me and Mike here a little privacy." It wasn't a question but a statement and Mike felt the terror inside him rise. But he also felt confident. Confident that this was finally it and Gallo would get what was coming for him.

The guard gave Mike a curt look before he closed the door behind Gallo. This was it. 1 on 1, as Mike had wished a few weeks ago when he had been so close to death. He had grown so much since that experience, now able to keep the fear tucked behind his poker face.

At the thud of the door, Mike straightened. "What do you want Gallo?"

"That's a stupid question after what you pulled at my parole hearing." Mike could hear the anger in his voice and he stupidly felt happy for that. That he had got under his skin.

"You didn't deserve to get out." He stated calmly.

"Neither did you." Gallo responded quickly, his voice rising slightly in anger. "And now you're not gonna."

Mike faked his surprise and stupidity. "So what? You're gonna kill me in this cell? There are guards out there."

"It just doesn't sink in for you does it? Those guards out there work for me. See Mike, I wasn't gonna let what happened last time happen this time. No one is gonna run and come help you at the last second."

Gallo did sound threatening and Mike suddenly wished Harvey was there. He would be much better use in this situation. But Mike was alone with this lunatic and he had to keep stalling. But Gallo kept talking and Mike was content to let him continue, knowing the moment was coming.

"Because they are all locked up tight in their bunks and irony of ironies, because of some prisoners rights lawsuit way back when, there are no cameras in cells." As he said this, Gallo pulled out an easily 6 inch sharp knife and Mike's facade instantly fell. He couldn't hold back how scared he was now, his heart pounding to remind him.

"W-Wait wait wait wwait." He was struggling to keep it together.

"My waiting is done." Gallo sounded as threatening as every childhood villain in the movies that Mike used to get freaked out by as a kid.

He lunged towards Mike and Mike in return threw his entire wait forward to push back the arm carrying the knife and parry the attack. He was inches away from Gallo's threatening face and his neck was even close to the knife.

"No, no, I meant don't you want to hear about the camera that's in here?" He kept breathing, putting all his strength into holding Gallo off. Not for much longer now.

"Bullshit." But he could tell he'd caught the man off guard. Gallo hadn't been expecting this.

Mike smirked in response and cocked his head to the side of the room where the bedside cabinet was. Lodged in between the shelves was a Webcam pointing directing at the scene in the cell. "Smile you son of a bitch." He put every ounce of relief, anger and smugness into the statement. Gallo had been terrorising him since his first night and it felt good to finally be one step ahead.

As Gallo realised what was happening, he screamed and pushed forward. Mike only just managed to move out of the way of the knife's path and move closer to the door of the cell. Gallo looked like a crazed prey, caught in the trap. "You did not leave yourself in here just to do this?"

"Oh, I think I did." Mike was running on the adrenaline cursing through his veins. He had to keep this up for just a few seconds longer. "Now all those guards that aren't in your pocket are watching this right now, and it's 60 feet from that guard station to this cell, so if I calculated correctly"...

But Mike was unable to finish his sentence. Instead he managed to let out a surprised gasp. It happened swiftly and suddenly. The blade sliced into his left side, up dangerously close to his ribs and heart, his chest now ripped apart. He gasped, his eyes bulging in disbelief but these thoughts were silenced by the shear revolutionary pain tearing through every fibre of his body. From his open mouth, despite his desire to scream, came a useless gurgling and spluttering. He gasped for breath, definitely going into shock and watched helplessly as Gallo fled through the door with no appearance of panic.

Mike tried to move, to get to Gallo or dull the pain he wasn't sure. His hands felt warm and sticky as he gripped them into the crimson mess on the floor and suddenly he was surrounded by activity. Guards had their hands all over his body, trying to ease the bleeding and get his attention. He took another gasp for air, trying to retain consciousness and get their attention. He'd never been wrong, his calculations had to be right. How the hell had he been wrong about this?

He wanted to cry out and scream to release the agony welling up inside him but he was so weak, his earlier strength draining rapidly. Just as his sense faded and he realised he had no energy to fight it anymore he grabbed one guard next to him by the wrist and mumbled incoherently at him.

"Call Harvey."