Wrong Place, Wrong Time
Chapter 1
Mike Ross was late. Again. He overslept by 10 minutes. He was up until about 4 in the morning trying to finish all the paperwork Harvey gave him. He took the quickest shower ever, then rushed to put on a clean suit…okay clean-ish. After putting all of the files and notes into his bag, he took off knowing Harvey would kill him if he was late.
As he hopped on his bike he stole a glance at his watch. 7:40 A.M. He had 20 minutes. He could do this. As he weaved in and out in traffic, his thoughts drifted to the case. He was so lost in his thoughts, that he failed to notice the group of people waiting at the crosswalk that he was about to run into. So at the last possible second, he made a hard right into a dark alley. Unfortunately he was going to fast to make a safe stop, so he ended up colliding with some very nice trash cans.
He groaned as he sat up. Quickly dusting himself off and making sure nothing gross or noticeable was on his suit, he grabbed his bag and bike off the ground. He could feel the bruises start to form on his forearms and legs from his not-so-nice landing. When he was about to walk out of the alley he heard a door slam open. He hid behind the dumpster he, fortunately, missed. He heard voices yelling at one another. He decided to listen in. They sounded angry.
"Where is our money? Huh?" said one rough voice. Then a much quieter, scared, voice answered him "I-I don't have it…please! I told you already that I'm not doing this for you anymore!" Mike heard a painful grunt then.
"Don't try to pull that crap on us! You'll stop when we say you stop!" Mike peeked a glance then to see what was going on. He saw two men standing over a much smaller man on the ground. He watched in horror as they beat the poor man. After a few good kicks to the ribs, they finally relented. As the men stopped to catch their breath, Mike saw one of them look over towards his direction. He quickly spun back to the safe side of the dumpster. When he leaned his back against the dumpster, his buckle on his bag made a clanking noise.
"Did you hear that? I think someone is here…watch the kid, I'll be right back" as he heard that, Mike heard footsteps approach with it. His heart beating wildly in his chest, he decided it was time to get a move on. He leapt up from his safe haven and took off toward the street. He didn't look back as the voice started calling out for him to stop.
Mike ran about ten feet away from the alley then ran off to hide in another alley. He was hiding out trying to catch his breath and see if anyone was following him. After a few minutes he realized no one was after him he decided to call the police. He pulled out his phone and called in two men in the alley on 5th street beating someone up. The police thanked him and he hung up. He glanced at his watch noticing it was 3 minutes til 8. He hopped on his bike and rode like the wind. He went so fast he almost got hit twice. After pulling up to Pearson & Hardman he locked up his bike and ran up to the doors. Inside he dug around in his bag looking for his ID. Not finding it he assumed he left it at home. So great…he was gonna have to call Harvey and have him let him in. He looked at the clock 8:04 greaaaat.
After the man decided not to chase after whoever had been sitting there, he walked back to his friend. "We have a problem Drew." Drew looked at his partner with a look that was shooting daggers. "You better find a way to fix it. Fast. Or otherwise it'll be on your head Keith. Now let's get outta here before someone else shows up" As the men were walking out of the alley, Keith noticed something on the ground. It was a security pass that belonged to one Michael Ross. 'That was a freebie' thought Keith as they left the alley. As they were leaving they heard sirens approach. 'Mike Ross is gonna regret that…'