Mike wouldn't say that he was naive. He had lived through many things that other never had to. The death of his parents, a childhood marked by a lack of money, and Trevor with his drugs. All of this lead him to believe that while maybe he was young, he was not naive.
Harvey Spector, best damn closer in the city, begged to differ. Well, not begged. Harvey never begged for anything. Ever. But when it came to his young associate's attitude towards the world, he was amazed by how naive he was. Mike seemed to still believe that every person ever born on this earth was intrinsically good. Harvey knew better.
Mike was riding home on his bike one night (or early morning, whichever you prefer) after a long day. Harvey had lectured him once again on the importance of not caring about clients. Louis had dropped enough work on his desk to keep several associates busy for days, AND he wanted it done in two days. And Rachel. Rachel was pissed at him when he asked her to help him with his work because he made the mistake of pulling rank on her. Women.
All of these thoughts were flying through Mike's brain as he walked up the stairs to his apartment, messenger bag full to the brink of exploding with case files. He barely noticed his surroundings as he unlocked his door, didn't care either. He just wanted to get to work and hopefully get a few hours of sleep before he had to be back at the office. Even one hour of sleep. He didn't even hear his phone ring the first time he was so buried in paperwork. He did hear it the second time and picked it up without even looking at the caller ID.
Instead of hearing Harvey's rich yet condescending voice, however, Mike heard nothing but a slight hissing sound.
"Hello? Hello?" Mike spoke irritably into the phone.
"Hello." A man's voice answered slowly in a low tone.
"Can I help you?" Mike asked as he rubbed his eyes. He heard a click on the other end. Must have been a wrong number, he assumed. He had other things to worry about.
Mike figured the following day would be a good one. He had managed to get most of the paperwork done and grab two hours of sleep. He still had today to get the rest done, something he figured was possible. For once there was no big, pressing case for him and his boss to work on and the ride to the office had been rather enjoyably safe. Mike dropped his bag in his small cubicle and walked to Harvey's office. Donna looked up at his approach. Mike did a small bow and with a flourish presented her with a cup of coffee (skim with sugar and whipped cream).
"For you. May I enter Harvey's office?" Mike smiled as Donna took his offering and waved him inside. Harvey was, as usual, on the phone with someone.
"Yes...Yes I understand...What you don't seem to realize is that we don't jump from a client we've had for years to someone who they're suing for copyright infringement...No, especially since you cannot pay as well...No..." Harvey saw Mike come in and motioned for him to sit down. Mike waited a few minutes longer until Harvey finally hung up the phone.
"So..." Mike began. "I have the files you wanted proofread and-" His phone rang. Mike looked at Harvey whose face held the customary why-don't-you-turn-that-thing-off-look. "Hello?"
"Hello, Michael." The voice sounded familiar.
"Can I help you?" Mike asked. The voice on the other end paused for awhile and for a moment Mike thought his phone had dropped the call.
"You can."
"May ask who is calling and what it concerns?" Mike asked. He had a weird feeling. The person on the other end hung up.
"Who was that?" Harvey asked disinterestedly.
"I have no-" Mike began but was cut off by his boss.
"I don't care. Don't you have work to do?" Harvey waved his hand in dismissal. Mike rolled his eyes.
"If I'm not back in five minutes...just wait longer." Mike smirked as Harvey's eyes met his.
"An Ace Ventura reference? And you wonder why permission to sit at the adult table eludes you." Harvey went back to his work as Mike left, but couldn't stop the smallest of smiles grace his face before he wiped it off.
Mike had actually gotten a ride from Harvey (well, his driver) because it was pouring rain outside and Donna took mercy on him. He thanked Harvey who told him not to be late the next day and approached his apartment building. A man in an overcoat bumped into him and murmured a quick apology before scurrying off. Mike brushed it off and went inside where he shed his dampened clothing and put on some pajamas. He gathered the few remaining documents that needed his attention and got to work. His phone rang after about an hour of proofing. He recognized the number, but couldn't place it.
"Hello?"
"Michael Ross?" The voice was the one from earlier that day. Mike's incredible memory supplied him with that information and an uneasy feeling.
"Yes, this is Michael Ross. How can I help you?" Mike listened to the man's breathing on the other end of the line. "Hello?"
"Do you work out?" The voice asked. Mike raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"When I ran into you in the street, you felt like you worked out."
"Who is this?" Mike asked sternly. "Stop calling me." But whoever it was had already hung up. Mike scrubbed his hands across his face and decided to talk to Harvey about it tomorrow. Maybe one of the associates was playing a prank on him.
Later that night, before he went to bed for a few hours of much needed sleep, Mike double-checked the lock on his door. Just in case.
So this is my first attempt at a Suits fic. I hope you like it. Please leave a review.