Disclaimer: I doooooon't own Suits. And it saddens me.
Harvey is bored out of his mind. He'd just sealed the deal on a new client and a new case and was just sitting in his office at lunchtime with absolutely nothing to do.
'Cue Donna', he thought. Only, there was no Donna. She had gone to lunch. He pursed his lips. He should do the same.
He got up and grabbed his phone and wallet before leaving his office. He turned to lock his door but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He looked over his shoulder, confused.
"Holy shit!" The whole goddamn S.W.A.T. Team was standing in the hallway.
The officer that had their hand on his shoulder placed a finger to their lips. "Go back into your office, turn off the lights, and don't come out until one of us comes for you." He nodded and opened the door.
"What's going on?" He tried to ask, but they were already moving along. He flicked off his lights and texted Donna really quick to stay away from the office, but she was already there, striding in purposefully with another S.W.A.T. officer. They stepped into his office, talking.
"I talked to these guys, Donna. They're not going to like seeing a bunch of guys with vests and guns walking into the situation. I had to call Mike. So just stay here with Mr. Specter and stay low." He nodded towards Harvey who was looking a little confused at the moment. Donna walked over to him.
"There's a couple of men with guns in conference room C. They have some partners and clients hostage. They're calling one of my best friends to go in there. Blind!" Donna glared at the officer.
"How do you know all of this, Donna?" Harvey stepped between her and the officer.
"Because that's my idiot brother right there and I was just coming back from lunch when they came in." She turned her attention to Harvey.
Harvey was a little bit more confused now. He thought Donna's only brother lived in Florida.
"He's my step brother, Harvey. And an idiot." The man rolled his eyes and stepped out the office where a couple of other officers were meeting, waiting.
"Who's Mike? And who's in that conference room?" Harvey pulled her attention back, but then his strayed when a pretty looking blond came walking up to the officers. 'Pretty is an understatement', he thought. If she was going to be pretty then she was pretty HOT.
Her blond hair was curly and fell around her shoulders softly. He could see her stunning blue eyes from here. And she had a body and woman would kill for. Curves, flat stomach, full breasts, long legs. Damn, he'd love to see those legs wrapped around his waist. And that dress she was wearing left nothing to the imagination.
He didn't even see it coming when Donna slapped him on the back on the head. Hard.
"Ow! Dammit, Donna! What was that for?" He rubbed the spot.
"For ogling my friend. No thinking about her and no touching her. She's my friend." She wagged her finger at him.
"Are you sleeping with her?" He asked politely.
She frowned. "No."
He smiled. "Then, she can be my friend too." He cursed when she slapped him again.
#Suits
Mike was not happy. To start off her bad mood, her new puppy had chewed a pair of her favorite pumps and pissed on her bed. Then later that morning, one of her clients had dumped her when they found a man to protect them instead of her. Then she'd gone on a date with a man who'd been quite persistent at the bar two nights ago. It had been an early movie and lunch where he then described the ways he wanted to tie her up and control her. She found it increasingly hard not to shoot him right there in the restaurant.
The only good thing that happened to her all day is when, in the middle of her date, she got called in from the NYPD S.W.A.T. to negotiate a hostage situation at a law firm. Donna's law firm. She had jumped on the job after pouring her drink on the guy.
When she got to the firm, she was ushered to the floor by one of the officers and offered a vest. She refused. She met Donna's brother, Gary, in front of some office.
"Hey, Mike. How's your day going?" He passed her a vest. She gave it back.
"It's doing better now. And I'm not putting on a vest, Gary. Not with this dress on." Another officer gave her a few folders. They were all props except for the top. It had everything they had on the situation inside. She read over it quick.
"You can't not wear a vest because it isn't fashionable, Mike. Those guys have high-powered weapons. Put the damn vest on." Gary passed it back to her.
"What good is a vest if I get shot in the head?" She looked at him. He frowned at her. "Exactly. Now, let me do my job."
"Put on the vest, Mike." Donna stormed out of the room, Harvey trying to grab her and pulled her back.
Mike shook her head. "Donna, can you please go back into the room where you are moderately safe?" She walked up to the redhead and took her hand. "I love you like a sister and if you get hurt then I'm going to have to kill someone."
Donna rolled her eyes. "And you don't think I feel the same way?" Mike leaned in and kissed Donna's cheek.
"I know you do. Now, please let me do my job." Mike watched as one of the officers came and forced them back in the room. She didn't miss how the man with Donna kept throwing glances at her. She also didn't miss how Donna slapped the back of his head.
Mike smiled. "Okay, I'm going in." She switched the file to the bottom of the stack and went down the hall towards the conference room. She hesitated a few steps back before rushing forward and stumbling into the room. All eyes turned to her.
"I'm so sorry, I just need to give some files to Ms. Pearson." She stepped around the large table and tried to give the files to the woman, but a man got up and blocked her way.
"Who are you?" He didn't even try to hide his weapon. Damn. She took a step back.
"Um... I'm Ms. Pearson's associate. I... What's going on here?" She looked over as another man stood.
"Check her." She took another step back, but the man in front of her took the files and checked the top one before handing them to Jessica.
"Put your hands on the table and spread your legs."
Mike's eyes widened. "Excuse me?" She tried to stand her ground, but the guy pushed her against the table and spread her legs for her. She glared at the man on the other side of the table before blushing and closing her eyes as the one behind her felt her up.
He took his sweet time with it too. When he got to her legs, he tickled the inside of one of her thighs and she turned around and slapped him. He growled and slapped her back, splitting her lip. Jessica jumped up out of her chair and was about to say something, but Mike shot her a look and the other man yelled.
"What the hell were you thinking? You do not hit a woman!" He came around the table and hit the other man then grabbed her chin. "Are you okay?" She let a little fake tears show in her eyes as she jerked her head away.
"I'm fine." She looked away. Distraction successful. Bad luck if the dumbass would have found that gun strapped high on her inner thigh.
The guy who seemed to be in charge smiled. "There is a fire in you. I like it."
She stepped back towards Jessica, like she was protecting her.
"What do you people want?" She licked her split lip. The bad taste of copper filled her mouth.
"What do any people want, my dear? Money. And we'll get it as soon as Ms. Pearson's client here agrees to do a quick bank transfer. But he claims he does not know how to." He tapped the client's shoulder and the man flinched.
"I-I swear I don't know how!" The lackey, who felt her up, pulled out his gun and pointed it at the client's head.
"You will learn. Quickly." He cocked the gun. Mike stepped forward.
"I do! I... Used to work at a bank when I went to Harvard. It's not that hard."
The leader smiled. "Beautiful, full of fire, and smart. I really like you. Okay. Make the transfer." He passed her the computer.
Mike looked around the table. "I will... If you let everyone out." She kept her voice quiet, acting a little afraid as if she thought she might have crossed a line.
"They are not going anywhere. They will call the police-"
"They can go." The leader interrupted. "You and Ms. Pearson and her client must stay though. And if any of you call the police, we will kill them all. Then step out of this room and kill many more."
The partners and opposing council and other clients all looked at each other before looking to Jessica who nodded. They grabbed their things and scrambled out of the room.
"Now sit and do the transfer." He nodded towards the computer. Mike sat in a chair next to the client and did a few things on the computer before looking towards the client.
"What's the account number?" He rattled off some numbers quickly and Mike sighed as she typed them in. The leader handed her a sheet with another account number on it and when she asked for it. When the transfer started, the leader placed a hand on her shoulder.
"It was wonderful to meet you... You know, I never got your name."
She closed her eyes. "Michelle." She placed her hands in her lap and went for her gun.
He smiled. "Beautiful name. Michelle." He stood up straight and the computer beeped when it was all done. He grabbed the computer and started towards the door. "Kill them."
Mike flicked the safety on her gun and cocked it, bringing it around to fire at the man behind them. He got off two shots before he dropped dead to the floor with her one bullet to his head. The client slumped against the table himself, dead.
S.W.A.T. rushed in and took the leader down then secure the weapons in the room. Mike handed over hers before taking an unsteady breath and slumping against the table.
Jessica pulled her jacket off and was saying something, but she wasn't listening. She looked down and watched as blood stained her beautiful white dress.
"Fuck. This dress was one of a kind."
Jessica laughed and tried to press her jacket to the wound, but Mike stopped her.
"Don't do that. That is a nice Jacket you're wearing. I'll be fine. I'm sorry about your client. People don't normally get killed when I'm around." She placed her hand over the wound.
Jessica made her sit. "Just sit and be quiet. You saved my life and many more. I was about to lose this case anyway. I had just found out he was a lying son of a bitch when those men pulled out their guns." Mike smiled at the woman.
"I like you." She pat Jessica's arm.
"So, you really went to Harvard?" Jessica asked, trying to distract Mike until the paramedics came.
She nodded. "Sure did. A little bit if a waist though. I went into law enforcement instead of just law. Trained with the marines for a couple of years. Found it more exciting than kicking people's asses in court." The paramedics finally came and helped her onto a stretcher.
Jessica took her hand. "You're going to be okay."
Mike rolled her eyes at her. "I know that, Ms. Pearson. Just walk with me and make sure Donna doesn't kill anyone, please." Jessica nodded and followed the stretcher as the paramedics rolled her out.
"Are you kidding me!? You got shot!?" Donna came running up as soon as they got closer to Harvey's office. "Didn't I tell you to put on the damn vest? I think I remember telling you that." Jessica stepped up and tried to calm Donna. Harvey tried too, stopping his conversation he was having with Gary. Donna ignored them both and went to Mike. "You're such an idiot."
Mike smiled at her best friend. "I know that, but you know what I do for a living, Donna. Getting hurt comes with the job." Donna glared at her and Mike laughed.
"We really need to get her to the hospital. She's losing a lot of blood." One of the paramedics said. Mike was starting to feel quite faint.
"Oh, Donna! When you get to the hospital, I have to tell you about the horrible date I had earlier." Mike smiled and closed her eyes.
Donna wiped her eyes. "Okay. I'll be sure to remind you. Just be okay." She watched as the rolled her away.
#Suits
Harvey was sitting in his office, bored and hungry this time. It had been quiet for a long time, but he and Donna both looked up when they saw people running down the hall. Gary came in and told them that Mike had gotten almost everyone out. Donna squeezed Harvey's hand.
But then a few minutes later they heard the gunshots. Three of them. Donna jumped up, but Harvey pulled her back down and covered her with his body. Officers went running down the hall.
It felt like days before they were finally able to leave the office. Donna bounced impatiently in the hall while Harvey spoke to her brother.
"One of the gunmen is in custody. The other is dead. So is Ms. Pearson's client who they came here for." The man pulled off his helmet and rubbed his eyes.
"Is Jessica okay?" Harvey was concerned about his boss.
"Yeah. She's good. Here she comes now." Harvey turned and looked. Jessica was coming down the hall with paramedics. Donna's friend, Mike, was on the stretcher they were pushing.
"Are you kidding me!? You got shot!?" Donna yelled. Harvey rushed forward to try and calm her down, asking Jessica if she was okay at the same time.
"I'm fine Harvey, but Michelle needs to go to the hospital." Jessica folded her arms over her chest to hide the fact that her hands were shaking. Harvey placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed.
He shot a glance at Mike and Donna. The redhead's hands fluttered over her friend like she was afraid to touch. He would be afraid too. Her white dress was stained with blood and it made Harvey's blood boil. She'd been hurt. He growled, but then blinked at himself. That was a very abnormal reaction.
The pushed Mike away and Harvey stepped up to Donna.
"Ray will take us to the hospital." He pulled out his phone and texted his driver as Donna got her things.
Harvey watched as Jessica spoke to the police then went off to her office to make some calls.
"Come on Donna. Lets go check on your friend." Gary gave her a quick hug on their way out. They went downstairs and he held the door open for her when they got to the town car. She got in and slid across the seat to make room for him. He told Ray the hospital and they were on their way.
"Are you okay?" He asked Donna as she stared out the window.
"I'm perfectly fine, Harvey." She mumbled. He sighed and stared out his own window.
What an eventful day.
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