A/N: This is an AU story of how Mike and Harvey could have met. Involves the mention of drug use and male prostitution. And more then likely Male/Male sex
scenes.
We sadly don't own anything... If we did our boys wouldn't be the same again ;) The rating of the story will change to M.


Prologue

Harvey stared down at the mountain of paper work that was building on his desk. He couldn't believe that Jessica was making him do three months worth of Pro Bono cases, he smirked when he remembered the look on her face when she found out he hadn't done any Pro Bono cases in almost a year. He wanted to know why that surprised her. The look had been worth it at the time, but now the satisfaction from the look was long gone. Harvey had no idea where to start; he just wanted to get them over with so he could go back to doing what he got paid for: being the best damn closer in the City.

Sitting back on his plush leather sofa, he grabbed a file at random. Housing court. No freaking way. It was boring, he'd win straight away, but he liked the challenge. He tossed that to the side and picked up another one, soon the pile had simply moved over on his desk. None of them were exciting for him. He needed a thrill, a reward to focus on; there were no rewards in Pro Bono work. That's why he normally palmed them off to the associates. They craved things like this, it made them feel important. Something Harvey was sure they'd never be. He sighed and grabbed the next file, deciding before he even finished reading the summary that this would be the case he'd start with; reading through all of the files had started to bore him. He finished reading the file, it hadn't moved him. It was simply words on a piece of paper. He groaned loudly when he realised he'd have to have his initial interview with his client today; he lived in the horrible part of town and was currently residing in a cell at the precinct downtown. Harvey didn't want to get his expensive suit dirty. He sighed knowing he didn't have a choice. He had to do this, one way or another.

"Today is going to be a long day," he sighed to himself, reluctantly getting up and going down to his car, telling the driver where to go, all he could do was think that the sooner he got it done with the sooner it would all be over.


Mike had been brought up to be there for his friends, he was told that family was everything - something he believed in more after his parents had died. He would do anything for any one of his friends (though he only had the two), they only needed to ask, but Mike never thought he would be sitting in a cell after helping out Trevor.

Admittedly, Mike knew what he was getting himself into, he knew the risks, but he didn't know that he could be facing jail time.

The smartest thing he had done was ask for a lawyer, he'd been waiting two days to see one and he didn't think he could cope much longer.

Mike threw himself back on the hard rubber bed and groaned. How could he have been so stupid? To get caught up in prostitution and drugs, to become someone's property, to be used as a drug mule, he was better than that. He was smarter, but Mike had been down on his luck and he needed the money to pay for his grandmothers medical bills. Where else was he going to find that sort of money so quickly? He'd slowly become indebted to what he supposed was his 'pimp' and Mike had to work harder, had to do things he didn't want to, had no choice in the matter. He'd been told that no was not an option and his last drop was set up perfectly. Even though Mike was making his pimp a lot of money, he was also a liability. They had a suspicion that the last order of black tar heroin was from the police, but they didn't tell Mike that, they let him go along, let him be groped by an undercover police officer before being arrested and questioned.

Mike closed his eyes and a single tear rolled down his cheek. His friend had set him up, Trevor didn't warn him, Trevor had showed him this world and now he was paying the price for his own trust and stupidity.

Mike needed the lawyer to hurry up, he was sixteen and no one was missing him, they could keep him detained as long as they liked, regardless of the law, they all already knew the outcome of this, Mike would be getting used to the inside of a cell for a lot longer than a few days. It didn't matter that he was a minor; he would still be tried as an adult.