First ever suits fiction so cut me some slack. No copy write intended I own nothing. Sorry this was also written on my iphone whilst at work so there might be a few errors.

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In the wake of Mike's arrest Harvey makes the ultimate sacrifice to save the people he loves, even if that means loosing everything.

And so we fall

And through it all

I'm left here with this purple heart of mine

Battles won

The war is done

And the sky is purple

- Six60 Purple

He felt sick to his stomach. A man who always had an answer for everything was finally backed against a wall, trapped behind a web of lies he created. Because of his decision five years ago to hire a fraud everyone he loved and cared for was now in danger. Jessica, the woman who had taken him as a punk from the mail room and turned him into the man he was today. Mike, the kid who he would never admit out loud had become like a brother to him, albeit an annoying overzealous brother, but a brother none the less. Rachel, the poor paralegal caught in the middle for simply falling in love with a man living and lie. Louis, the man bled the law firm, a firm that he had put in jeopardy every single day. And then there was her, the woman who meant more to him than any woman had ever done. She was the woman who with one look could make him weak at the knees, make him feel like a pre-pubescent teenage boy. There relation had been strained in the last few months, there was no denying that. Ever since she had gone to work for Louis, since she asked him to explain how he loved her, since the wedge between them grew greater in size by the day, they had not been the same people, the same team they had been for the last 12 years. None of that changed the fact that they were Donna and Harvey, the A team. Nothing could ever change the fact he would walk through fire for her, he would give up everything to protect the woman who has spent the last 12 years protecting him every single day.

Now he faced loosing her, loosing them all. His stupid, selfish, arrogant decision to hire a fraud was going to land them all in jail. They were all going to lose firm they loved, the lives they lived, all trained for a cell in some prison for a lie they'd worked so hard to protect. He knew the A.D.A was out for blood. Whose blood, it didn't matter. She wanted to make an example of them. An example of him. They were still no closer to finding out who had sold Mike out, not that it mattered. The truth was out and no matter how hard they tried they couldn't save themselves this time, they could only minimize the damage.

He looked around his office. The room was a very testament to how hard he had worked to build himself this life. The basketballs immaculately lined against the window, his vast collection of records each telling their own story. The expensive couches, the even more expensive alcohol. Each serving as their own reminder of everything he had to loose. What has this life got him? Sure he had expensive suits, fast cars, money, power. Where had that got him? Here he was sitting alone in his office, no one to call, no one to get advice from, no one to turn to. He had never felt more alone in his entire life than he had in this moment. Had his father still been alive he would have been the first person he had turned to. Gordon Specter was his rock. The father who had lost so much yet given so much to make sure his children had everything they could ever want in life. His heart ached at the thought of him, how much he missed him, how much he could never find the words to tell his father how much he meant to him. His mother, always cold and calculating, had done irreparable damage to her oldest son. The bitterness never far from his mind. Despite the loss of his father, and the betrayal from his mother he had managed to find a new group of people to call family. A family that was never going to be the same. How can he fix that?

"What are you thinking about?" Jessica's voice, soft and eloquent, drifted into his office.

He swung in his chair and looked at the woman who had been more of a mother than his own had ever. She held her head strong, her body however filled with tension. She could read him like a book, not quite like Donna could, but she could read his emotions regardless of how hidden they were. She was there for him through everything. No matter how ungrateful he could be, how many times he pushed the limits or tested her patience. Her loyalty to him had never wavered.

"I'm not sure how we can do this Jessica" his voice showing none of the normal arrogant bravado "We can't fight against the truth"

Jessica had made her way to his couch. Pouring herself a generous helping of his scotch. He couldn't help but notice she looked tired. Not the kind of tired that a good night sleep could fix. Her face showed the scars that this lie had caused her.

"She's out for blood" Jessica paused "We have to settle"

He smirked "don't go to trial if you can't win"

"We can't win. There is no win here. You, me, Mike, Rachel, Donna" he noticed the stress she put on the last name "we are all sitting ducks. At any day it will be one of us next waiting to be arrested if we can't come up with something."

And that was the clincher wasn't it, he thought to himself, they were all next. They wouldn't stop at Mike. He was the pawn but there are plenty of other chess pieces in play. There was no way they could argue that they didn't know, to commit perjury against allegations based entirely on the truth. This was his mistake. He needed to fix it.

"What are you thinking Harvey?" Her voice filled with concern. She saw the vacant look in his eyes. The guilt. The anger. The shame. And a look she hadn't seen to often on her young prodigies face. Hope.

"Jessica" he took a deep breath "when you found me in the mail room I was going no where. I was so angry, and so bitter at everything life had thrown my way" the wave of emotion sent a quiver into his voice "you saved me when everyone else had given up. You, Donna, heck even Louis have become the family that I never got to have"

She had moved forward on her seat. A frown on her face. Unmoving, unspeaking, she listened to every word he said. Worry evident in her posture.

"Listen to this once, because I'm never going to say this again." He looked her in the eyes "You saved my life. And now it's my turn. I will make sure the rest of you don't go down for something that I did"

He stood up from his desk, grabbing his coat and heading towards the door. Not even taking a second to listen to Jessica's reply all he could hear was her screaming his now as he entered the elevator. He had never heard such fear in his voice. Such pain. Pain that he had caused.

And now he needed to fix it

SUITSSUITSSUITSSUITSSUITSSUITSSUITS

Mike was surprised when they dragged him out of his holding cell early in the morning. The guards saying nothing as they deposited him in one of the many interrogation rooms he had become accustom to. Then wordlessly, they turned around closed the door and left him in the room alone.

Alone.

It was a word he had used often to describe himself and his life. He felt alone when his parents died. Yes, granted his Grammy had taken him in and loved him unconditionally it wasn't the same. He felt alone in high school when the boy genius was treated as an outcast, a loser, for being so far ahead. He felt alone when Trevor had betrayed him and conned him into selling drugs on his behalf. His best friend selling him out, turning him into something he had never wanted to become.

He hadn't felt the same loneliness in years. Since Harvey had stumbled upon him, taken him in and offered him a second chance at life. From that moment everything had changed. He had friends, a family, a job he loved. He had Rachel, the woman who had stolen his heart from the first moment he laid eyes on her.

Six days.

It had been six days since he was arrested and thrown into this room. Six days of not speaking to anyone from Pearson, Specter, Litt. It wasn't that he didn't want to see them, his heart physically ached at the thought of him. But he couldn't take seeing them knowing soon his freedom would be taken and he would never see them again. His heart couldn't handle it. He couldn't handle it.

He heard the door open. The scent of her perfume filling his nostrils.

Anita Gibbs sat across from him, her face as sour as ever.

"18 months" was all she said.

"What?" He couldn't keep the surprise from his face.

"Sign this piece of paper and you get 18 months behind bars, 10 years probation and we leave you and the rest of your family alone" she said simply as she pushed a piece of paper towards him.

Shock filled every fiber of his being. He could be locked away from a long time, ten years, more. This was as good as it was going to get for him. He would still have a chance to rebuild his life, to love on from this.

"Why now?" He asked "I thought you wanted to make me pay?" Bitterness filled his voice.

"You can take it, or we can play ball at trial. The choice is yours. The moment I leave this room the deal is off the table" her voice sinister, deadly as a snake.

Mike stared. His eyes unblinking as he tried to comprehend what this all meant. An hour ago he was thinking the inside of a cell was going to be the rest of his life. He wasn't stupid, he knew someone like him would never survive in prison. His freedom, his sanity, his life was going to be ripped out from under him simply for wanting to live a better life. He was glad his Grammy wasn't still around to see what he was becoming. But this, this unbelievable deal was giving him a light. 18 months was certainly better than ten years. 18 months was a walk in the park compared to what he had been imagining. He had to think of Rachel, the woman who he knew would stand by his side, no matter how long for, not that he could ever ask her to wait. For his Grammy to prove that all the work she put into raising him to be a good man wasn't wasted. For Harvey, the very man who without he would probably already be in prison. The man, who although rarely showed it, cared for him, mentored him and treated him like family. But could the great Harvey Specter even get him out of this? Going to trial he knew he was more than likely going to get close to the maximum sentence for the crimes he has committed. He would put the reputation of Pearson, Specter, Litt under even more scrutiny potentially sending the people he loved most to join him behind bars. 18 months. He could do that.

"Fine" he spoke after a moment "I'll sign"

She smirked, satisfaction filling her face as his hand moved to pick up the pen. She watched the apprehension, the delight, the relief, the many wonders of emotions pass across his face.

Finally once it was signed she picked it up and moved towards the door. His voice stopping her.

"Now I've signed, why the change of heart?" He asked. Fear laced behind the question.

"You, Michael Ross, are just a small fish. In trade for you signing that deal, the great and powerful Harvey Specter is in a room across the hall signing a similar day taking all the blame, saving you, saving those previous colleagues from a similar fate" she smirked "this was never really about you. Now Harvey can spend the next six years of his life learning he isn't all that great after all"

Mike stared in shock.

Six years.

Harvey.

What had he done?