A/N: So, I've spent quite a lot of time reading fanfiction but I've never actually written anything, especially with me definitely not being an English student but I had this idea what decided it was being written and it's turned out rather different than I originally planned. There's no definite time for this, only they can't have been working together for over a year. Whether they're together or not is open to your interpretation and any feedback is much welcomed... Anyway, I'll shut up now.
Mike was sat on his sofa, bottle of cheap beer in his hand and some documentary playing on the TV that he wasn't really watching but didn't have the motivation to turn over, when there was an obnoxious hammering on his door. Only one person he knew could bang on a door with such self-proclaimed authority and he sure as hell didn't want to see him so he turned the TV up louder in an attempt to drown out the incessant banging and reached down to grab another bottle.
"Mike if you don't open the door I'm going to fire you!" Harvey's usual threat could still be heard over the television.
Mike scoffed and turned it down slightly to shout back at him, "You realise it's impossible to fire someone who doesn't work for you right?" Without waiting for what he was sure would be a snarky reply, Mike got up and, after increasing the volume of the TV enough to ensure he wouldn't hear a reply, headed over his kitchen to find something semi-edible to eat. He spend the next ten minutes trying to scrape the mould off some slightly stale bread in order to make some semblance of a sandwich and decided that since he hadn't heard anything from Harvey in the last seven of those minutes (no, he wasn't counting), he thought it safe to turn the television back to a reasonable level and wile away his evening in peace, vaguely wishing he had kept some pot so he could get high.
It wasn't long after Mike had finished his sandwich and opened his fifth beer of the night that his front door clicked open causing him to leap up to defend his home from whoever was trying to rob him. When instead he whirled around to see Harvey walking into his apartment holding a key up and Donna stood slightly behind him with a scowl on her face, he had no idea what to do. He was still stood gaping at them as Donna took the key off Harvey and bid them farewell before leaving them to their argument, knowing she'd see them both at work tomorrow and would be expecting a pretty big apology for ruining her night with their predictable crap.
Surprisingly, it was Mike that broke the silence between them, resigned to the fact that this was going to happen he sighed, "I suppose you're here for the files I forgot to bring this morning, give me a second," he quickly scuttled around grabbing the couple of files and handed them over, fully expecting Harvey to leave.
"Actually I was here to tell you to stop being an idiot and give you the files you were supposed to do for me today," he set the files that Mike had just handed to him on the coffee table and added a few more on top of them.
"I quit Harvey. Go home."
"No, you don't get to just quit because you can't have everything your own way. The world doesn't work like that."
"My own way? Are you being serious right now? Harvey, I quit because I requested one day off, just one and I don't get anything from you, not even an acknowledgement!" Not allowing Harvey time to interrupt, Mike just glared at him and continued his rant, "I quit because I can't put up with your shit anymore! This on again, off again roller coaster you have me on is killing me and I want off it, now!" Mike huffed in exasperation and decided he was done for the night, "I quit the firm and I quit your crap and now you're going to leave so I can go to bed. Goodbye Harvey."
The finality in Mike's tone secretly shook the older man slightly but Harvey just put a bored look on his face and sat on the edge of the sofa, waiting for Mike to give an actual explanation for his storming out of the office not fifteen minutes after Harvey had first walked in. When nothing was forthcoming Harvey looked up at him and raised an eyebrow expectantly. Mike proceeded to huff again before locking his front door and going into his bedroom, fully intending on their conversation being over whilst the other of them had other ideas and dragged himself up and after him, "Mike, what's so important about having a Wednesday off? It's the middle of the week, and not just any week but the week of the biggest trial this city is going to have seen in the past nine years!"
Not able to look at him, Mike started tugging off his t-shirt and turned around, leaving an exasperated Harvey to stare at his back, "It's no longer any of your concern, tell Donna I'm sorry you ruined her night." With that he grabbed some sweats off the floor and went into the bathroom, firmly shutting the door to make sure Harvey didn't even think about following him.
A few minutes later Mike came out, having brushed his teeth and changed out of his jeans, to find Harvey had rummaged in his wardrobe to find a hanger which now kept his suit jacket hanging from the door along with his tie and his shoes in the corner whilst the man himself was sitting on his bed looking for all the world like he belonged there. After suppressing a groan, Mike sprawled out on the other side of it and turned out the light to go to sleep.
"Mike," Harvey spoke again, slowly realising that this could actually be the end of them, "You can have the day, damn take the week if it's that important! Just tell me what's going on."
Although Mike's reply was muffled by his pillow, the pleading note in it could still be heard, "No, you'd think it stupid anyway. Just leave me alone, please?"
"Not until you tell me. I have all night you know."
This time, he couldn't hold back his groan and got up, going over to his window to put as much distance between them as possible and reluctantly mumbled, "Their anniversary..."
"Mike, speak clearer, I can't understand a word you're saying." Harvey had turned around where he sat so he could look at Mike.
In reply, the younger man just spun on his heel and was suddenly screaming at the other man, "They died Harvey! They died and it was my fault! Now leave!" Although shocked, Harvey kept a neutral expression on his face and just waited for Mike to continue, and after sighing brokenly he did, "It was their anniversary and they wanted to go for a meal but what seven year old wants to sit through a boring meal on their," he couldn't help but wince at the next word, "birthday? So they let me have a party at one of those huge activity centres. They came for a bit but then left me with Grammy so they could still go out. If I hadn't been so selfish they wouldn't have been there, they wouldn't have..." he was starting to choke up and had to turn back to the window but still went on, not caring whether Harvey was even listening, a dam had burst in him and he couldn't stop now, "I was selfish and now they're not here!"
Harvey startled both of them by silently getting up, he slowly went over to the other man and pulled him into a hug before he softly asked, "What happened to them?"
"Hit and run. Some teenager had gotten drunk and thought it a good idea to steal his parent's car, he hit them just as they were leaving, they only caught him because he crashed it around the corner."
Harvey squeezed his shoulder and led him over to the bed, "Get some sleep Mike, I'll see you a week on Monday." The other just looked at him, confused, "When you get back to work."
Mike smiled sadly and managed to lead him through the apartment to the front door which he opened and gently pushed Harvey out of, "Harvey, I'm not coming back." The door was closed and locked before Harvey had even finished processing the words.
A/N: So, I hope you didn't think it was too terrible, thanks for reading and let me know what you think?