This is my first Suits fanfiction. I hope you enjoy reading it! Should be about 3-5 chapters once I have finished.
I hope to do some more Suits fics in the future so keep tuned in, and if you have any prompts (especially Harvey whump or Donna), please PM me (I'd also like to do something involving Benjamin because I think he has good potential as a character ;) !
I would really appreciate reviews and faves! :)
Thanks and enjoy!
Harvey could not believe what Louis had done. How could he manage to be so stupid all the time? How was it even possible? To make his day even worse, Ray's mother had gone to hospital after having a bad fall, so he was visiting her. And Mike and Rachel had fallen out again, leaving the associate distracted and unfocused on his work. To top it all off, Donna was annoyed with him because of how he was dealing with Louis. Harvey really hated it when Donna was annoyed with him.
It was 10:30 and Harvey was heading back to his apartment in a taxi. The journey wasn't long, but Harvey had to stop himself for drifting off to sleep. He had had a long day, and although it wasn't that late, he was absolutely shattered.
As soon as he got out of the vehicle, and had paid the driver, he heard a voice from behind him.
"Harvey Specter?" Harvey spun around to find a tall man wearing a black trench coat and hat. He couldn't see his face, even though the street lights lit up the pavement pretty well. "Yes," Harvey replied, approaching the man. "What do-" Harvey didn't get to finish his sentence however, because the man drew back his fist with lightning speed and punched him hard in the face, knocking him out.
The first thing Harvey noticed when he woke up was how much his head was hurting. It felt like he had been trampled by elephants. The second thing he noticed was worse than that however: he was kneeling on the ground, his wrists tied together by rope above him, stretching out his arms. He slowly opened his eyes, but there was no difference in what he saw. It was pitch black. His jacket had been taken off, but he still had his other clothes on, apart from his shoes. His feet were numb from the cold, and so were his hands. His whole body was shivering. Don't panic. Harvey told himself, trying to stay calm. He took deep breaths and closed his eyes again for a few seconds. His throat was dry and sore and his head was killing him. A thousand questions sprang into his head. What was going on? Had he been kidnapped? What did they want with him? Were Mike and Donna alright? What time was it? How long had he been here? Stop, he told himself. All this will achieve is worrying yourself.
He took deep breaths again, trying to ignore how hard and quickly his heart was pounding. Then he heard a noise. The creaking sound of a door opening. There was a click and the dim lights on the stone ceiling turned on, making a quiet buzzing noise. Harvey was in a small, empty basement room with no windows. There was a corridor to the left of him which twisted round. Suddenly a shadow was cast on the floor in the corridor, and the noise of footsteps echoed around the room.
"Ah, Mr Specter, I see you have finally woke up," Harvey twisted his head to see the source of the voice. There was a tall man wearing a black mask and a navy blue suit standing in the entrance. His voice was soft but threatening and he had a weak British accent. Actually, it sounded more like an American trying to put on an accent. However, that thought didn't occur to Harvey until later on, because right then, he was more focused on the black duffel bag the man was carrying on his shoulder.
"Who are you?" Harvey asked slowly, trying to sound calm.
"No questions yet, Mr Specter," The man replied, laying down his bag and unzipping it. "But let's just say… I'm someone who doesn't like you all that much,"
Harvey tried to calm his breathing down and slow his heart beat, but he couldn't. "What do you want? Because whatever it is, I'm not giving it to you,"
"Ah, Harvey, Harvey, Harvey… I'm afraid you don't have a choice," The man said softly, taking something out of the bag. A baseball bat. Harvey's blood went cold. The man approached him with the bat. Harvey's breathing was shallow and quick. The man came up to Harvey, face to face with him. "Because what I want, Mr Specter," He said slowly, taking his time, "Is revenge,"
Really hoped you enjoyed the story! Feel free to leave reviews (and prompts, requests, criticism and advice!)
Thanks again and see you next chapter :)