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A/N: Another story. I know that I really shouldn't be starting any more fics with so many WIP"s, but I can't help myself. And I wanted some more Mike whump, with some Harvey angst. So voila! I hope you guys like it! There will be some curse words in this chapter.
A Long and Windy Road
"For the hundredth time, Harvey. I'm sorry. I didn't think-"
Harvey turns his head to the side and looks at Mike in the passenger seat, "You're right, Mike. You didn't think."
Mike lets out a long frustrated sigh, and rubs the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry that I didn't look into Harding's background more closely."
Harvey puts his foot on the gas as he passes a car that is going far too slowly for his liking, "Didn't I tell you that Harding was a dog. He sleeps with any pretty woman who set foot in his office."
"Sounds like someone else I know." Mike says.
Harvey sends his associate a glare. "My personal life is not the topic on hand. You messing up a huge merger is. As I was saying, didn't I tell you that Harding was an ass. And to make sure that there's nothing in his past that could screw up the merger."
"Yeah, you did! But, you didn't tell me that I should look into whether or not he had an illegitimate kid and was paying off his mistress with company money, "Mike bites back.
"I'm sorry, do you want me to wipe your ass too? I told you to look into Harding's personal life and determine whether or not it will interfere with the Anderson-Thompson merger. If I thought I needed to hold your hand I would have given the task to one of the other mindless associates." Harvey exclaims.
"I'm sorry, Harvey." Mike once again apologizes and turns his head towards the cool air that's coming in through the car's open window. It was a warm late May day. Not too hot where the car's air conditioner was needed, but warm enough for the windows to be open.
Harvey rolls his eyes as the car goes around a sharp curve.
"Well, Mike. I hate to tell you this but your apologizes are not going to save the Anderson-Thompson merger. Or did you miss the shit show back there?" Harvey says as he points his finger behind him, away from where they're driving from.
Mike closes his eyes. Of course he can't forget anything, but he knows even without his photographic memory he will never be able to forget the scene that he and Harvey just witnessed at Brayden Anderson's house in the Hamptons. It was suppose to be an awesome, celebratory occasion. The paper work was going to be signed at the event that would join the Anderson and the Thompson investment forms into one.
But, that went out the window when consul for Thompson Investments produced documentation that Paul Harding, Anderson's second in command, was paying off the mother of his illegitimate daughter with company funds. Thompson Investments put the deal on hold for the time being. Steven Anderson, founder of Anderson Investments, was not happy and of course felt humiliated. He told Harvey in not too nice words that he better find a way to fix this.
If Harvey could he would have taken Mike by his skinny tie and drag him away from the luxurious house. Instead he just glared at Mike, apologized to Steven Anderson, promised him that he would rectify the situation, and made a quick exit.
"Well, I hope you don't have any important plans for the foreseeable future because you're not going home until you find a way to fix this."
"It's not like I have a date with Rachel after you forced me to break if off with her." Mike quips.
Harvey rolls his eyes and looks at Mike, "If you don't find a way to fix this, then you can see Rachel all you want. Anderson is a huge client of ours and if he walks, you won't have to worry about Jessica or Hardman firing you. I'll do it myself."
Mike turns away from the window and looks straight ahead, avoiding Harvey's glare.
Harvey looks at Mike's profile, "You hear me? You need to fix this."
Mike shakes his head, "Yeah, Harvey. I hear you. I'll fix it."
"Good, that's what I want to hear." Harvey says as his phone rings. "Shit, where is it?"
"I hope you don't plan on answering that. You don't have a hands free device."
Harvey rolls his eyes. "I know it's illegal to use me cell phone while driving in New York, smartass. I can't find it. Look for it. The last thing I need is to deal with a pissed off Jessica because I didn't pick up the phone when she called. Especially since we may have just lost a big client."
Mike bends down to look for Harvey's phone, "Oh, look."
Harvey looks down at Mike. "Did you find it?"
Mike sits back up and shakes his head, "Nah, but I found a five- Jesus Harvey look out!" Mike screams.
Harvey looks up to see a deer dash into the road. But the deer doesn't run off, he stands in the middle of the street, forcing Harvey to swerve out of the way. And right towards a bunch of trees. The sound of crunching metal and tires squealing are the last things that Harvey hears before his head hits the side of his car, and he loses consciousness.
XXXXX
A blinding light rudely brings Harvey to consciousness. He feels something running downing the side of his face. The lawyer goes to wipe whatever's on his face with his hand, but a fiery pain in his wrist stops him. "Shit," he hisses.
"Excuse me, sir. What's your name?" A loud voice booms through the broken window.
Harvey grimaces, "Not too loud. My head is killing me."
"My name is Carl. A 9-1-1 call was placed. Me and my partner are here to help you and your friend. You said that your head is killing you. Do you feel nauseas? What else hurts? What's your name? What's the last thing you remember?"
This is too much information to take in at once. His head is killing him and his arm is throbbing. And now this guy is harassing him with stupid questions. All Harvey wants to do is sleep. As his eyes drift shut, he ignores the paramedic's pleas "Sir, Sir! Stay awake, sir!"
Blessed unconsciousness is calling Harvey's name and just as he's about to surrender to it, something that Carl said clicks. Me and my partner are here to help you and your friend. Shit! Mike! He knew that it was too quiet. Mike would surely be freaking out by now, especially since his parents died in a car crash. He must be hurt if he's not babbling.
Harvey eyes dart around the car, looking for his associate. To make sure he's okay. "Mike, Mike." Harvey calls out. He can't tell if he's actually shouting or not because his hearing keeps going in and out, damn concussion! For some reason he can't turn his head.
"Sir …can't mo…bec…you…hav…a…c…ollar….on. It's j…a prec…Relax."Carl says.
Harvey still can't make out what the paramedic is saying because his voice is going in and out like bad cell phone reception. His head is killing him, but he can't give in to the darkness. He needs to know that Mike's alright. The kid's his responsibility, damn it!
Harvey closes his eyes for a second, collecting himself. "My name is Harvey Specter. And that's my associate Mike Ross. Is he okay?"
With all his will power, Harvey tries with all his might to listen to what Carl says. "Okay, Mr. Specter. That's good. You're going to be okay."
"Not me, what about Mike?" Harvey grits out.
"Ho…on. I'll ch…on hi…" Carl says.
His hearing is doing that thing again, shit. Harvey shakes his head, hoping that would fix the problem. Instead an awful feeling of nausea appears. He's so busy trying not to vomit that he doesn't hear Carl ask his partner how Mike's doing.
After several long moments, Harvey's pretty sure that the Beef Wellington, potatoes au gratin, and zucchini marinara that he had for dinner will stay where it's suppose to be. He tentatively opens his eyes and looks up at Carl. And even with his probable concussion and the dehabiltating pain in his arm, Harvey can make out the look on Carl's face. It's one of uncertainty.
Harvey asks again, "Tell me, damn it. How is he? What's wrong?"
Harvey doesn't like the look that Carl is giving to his partner, because thanks to the damn c-collar he can't move and look to see how Mike is doing with his own eyes. Not liking the silence, Harvey tries to move across the seat towards Mike. He stops when the pain in his head becomes too much.
"Stop mov… sir. We're do…all we c… for Mi…Just relax. Let …ta.. care of th…."
Just as Harvey is about to object, an approaching siren cuts through his pounding skull, sending white hot streams of pain into his brain. Before he can say anything else, or find out what's wrong with Mike, he finally surrenders to blessed unconsciousness.
I know a cliffhanger. But, don't worry. I already have a good idea of what's in store for our two favorite lawyers in the next chapter.