HiHye, so a few nights ago I had this weird dream and it inspired me to write this...

Since Suits only started broadcasting a few weeks ago in my country it is set in season 1

Criminal Minds is set in season 9

Enjoy!

(don't own any of the characters.. except the psychopath.. don't know if that's supposed to make me proud)

Retribution

It had started of as a normal day. Mike had been late, Harvey had been annoyed when Mike finally decided to arrive and right now they were working on their newest case that had started yesterday. It wasn't looking very bright from their perspective though. Sir Groot, the opponent, was as clean as a whistle. Not a single fault could be found in his past or financials and Mike began to worry about their position.

'Harvey, this guy could run for president, that's how clean he is, there's no indication whatsoever he has done something even slightly wrong.' He sighed.

'Nonsense, our client isn't lying, so he already has done something wrong. Maybe he's smart about hiding it, but everyone makes a mistake eventually. Just keep digging.' Harvey retorted, whilst scanning through a folder himself.

'Well, maybe Sir Groot hasn't made his mistake yet.' Mike mumbled before bending back over the table filled with papers.

It was almost 10 o' clock and Mike was on his way home. He was exhausted, they worked on the same case for the whole day and if he would see the name Groot one more time he was sure to have a mental breakdown. Luckily they had found something and tomorrow Harvey could be his awesome self and get Sir Groot to sign a deal and get this case over with. Tiredly he opened his door and got inside. He threw his messenger bag against the wall and pulled of his jacket and tie, which landed somewhere on the ground near his bag. As he stretched his hand to put on the lights, suddenly someone grabbed it.

'What..' But before he could utter another word his arm got twisted behind his back and a kick to the back of his knees pushed him to the floor. Before Mike could overcome his surprise and scream, a smelling rag was stuffed in his face. He tried to escape the man's grip and the rag, but the chemical that was on it worked fast. His struggles became weaker and his vision blurred. The last thing he heard was the man looming over him:

'Sweet dreams kid, we're going to have so much fun when you wake up.'

'Donna! Have you seen the file on Sir Groot? He's going to be here in an hour and I can't seem to find it.' Harvey asked. Donna didn't even look up from her desk, to busy with her own tasks.

'Have you asked Mike? I'm sure he has put them somewhere save.' Came her reply, still never looking up from her computer.

Harvey walked out of his office towards Donna's desk and looked around the associates' cubicles. 'Well, where is he then?'

'Hmm Harvey, I don't know, I didn't get the memo saying I was supposed to be his babysitter. Call him yourself please, I have a million things to do.' Donna sighed, obviously tired.

Harvey almost rolled his eyes at her when he turned on his heels and walked back to his office, whilst dialling Mike's number. Off course he got his voicemail. Harvey sighed.

'Mike, get over here! I need those papers on Groot right now. If I lose this case, it's on you.' Harvey didn't bother to leave his name; Mike would know it was him.

Slowly Mike opened his eyes. His head was thumping and all he could see was black. When he tried to rub his eyes to try and stop his headache, he found out he couldn't move his arms. Panic started to spread as he tried to pull them loose and found out he couldn't move his legs either. They were tied to the bedpost with leather straps. His arms had the same leather bounds tied to the headpost, leaving him laying spread eagled on the bed. Someone had taken his shoes, but the rest of his clothes were still there. In his panicked struggle the events of the night before came rushing back. He had been kidnapped! But why? Not that he lingered on that for long, all he wanted right now was to get out of his bounds and back to his home.

'Can someone hear me?! Let me go, I've got nothing you want! You must have the wrong guy.' But no one seemed to hear him. For several minutes he yelled and cursed to his kidnappers, but still no one came into his prison. Exhausted from the lack of proper sleep, the remainder of the drug and his futile struggle, he let his head fall back on the mattress. He still weakly tugged on his restraints, but they didn't budge and his eyes slowly closed again. At the last second the full impact of the kidnapping hid him and a tear fell out of his eye.

'Please let me go.' He whispered before falling into oblivion again.

In ten minutes Sir Groot would be at Pearson-Hardman and Mike still hadn't showed up. Donna worriedly stepped into Harvey's office. Harvey himself almost looked worried too.

'Still nothing?' He asked. When Mike hadn't returned any of his calls, Donna had noticed something was going on and had started to get a nervous feeling.

'Not a word. I've called the hospitals, but he wasn't admitted and none of the John Doe's matches his description. Harvey, this isn't like him. He would make sure you would get the papers on time. He never has been late on important days.' Donna looked straight at Harvey with sparkling eyes as if to convince him he should do something. Harvey knew she was right, the kid was late all of the time, but never on an important day. He almost started to worry.

'I know.' Harvey paused. 'Donna, reschedule Sir Groot for an hour. I'm going to Mike's apartment and he better be there.' Without another word he walked out of the office, calling Ray on his cell phone. He wasn't supposed to care about his associate, but Mike sure knew how to press his buttons.

The second Ray stopped; Harvey was out of the car. He immediately recognized Mike's excuse for a bike, so that meant he would still be at home. If he was just sleeping, Harvey was going to kick his ass right out of bed. Walking to the right apartment Harvey found the door slightly ajar. He shrugged the worrying feeling away once again. It had been a late night yesterday; Mike had just forgot to lock his door properly.

'Mike!' He yelled while knocking on the door. No response. 'Mike, I'm coming in.' Slowly he pushed open the door. His eye fell on the jacket on the floor. The kid really knew how to ruin suits. However, next to the jacket lay his messenger bag. Mike wouldn't leave for the office without it, so that meant he had to be somewhere in the apartment. After a thorough search however, and a lot of shouting 'Mike!' he was nowhere to be found. Harvey considered what to do. He couldn't make hasty decisions, if Mike had just slept somewhere else and Harvey was already organising a search for him, it would be considered caring and he would never live that down. So he grabbed Mike's bag and walked back to his car. Leaving a note behind to say why he had taken Mike's bag with him. On the way back to the office he couldn't quite get rid of the worrying feeling in his gut, but he suppressed it. Mike probably had slept somewhere else, with somebody else and had overslept. But why was his bike at his apartment then? Arriving at the firm, his thoughts about Mike were put on hold when he saw Sir Groot's car at the parking lot. He sighed and walked into his office. Donna looked at him questionly, but he shook his head. He rummaged through Mike's bag and with the Groot's contract in his hand he walked into the meeting room.

'Mr Specter.' Groot greeted him. 'You wanted to speak with me?'

'Yes Sir Groot…' Harvey began.

30 minutes later a defeated Sir Groot and a triumphant Harvey emerged from the office. Sir Groot had signed the deal rather quickly after Harvey had told him their findings. When the man was gone, he looked at Donna, but she was just talking with a mailman. As she signed and the mailman had=nded her a package, Harvey approached. When Donna looked at him, he stopped dead in his tracks. Donna looked pale and that was not something Donna looked very often. In seconds he stood next to her. She didn't say a thing, only handed him the package.

To Harvey Specter,

Considering Michael Ross

'The mailman doesn't know where it comes from, I already asked.' Donna interrupted Harvey's thoughts. Harvey still looked at the box. It couldn't be, could it…? Without a word he stormed into his office and placed the package on his des. Cautionly he began opening it. Donna nervously looked over his shoulder. The first thing Harvey saw was a pair of shoes. Next to it lay an envelope. Harvey recognised the shoes as Mike's and with a heavy feeling he took the envelope out of the box. The pictures it contained made Donna gasp and put a hand over her mouth. Harvey felt sick to his stomach; Mike unconscious tied to a bed, Mike struggling against his bonds, Mike probably screaming. Harvey felt all kind of emotions running through him.

'Harvey…' Donna pointed towards something else in the box, she had tears in her eyes. Harvey looked and took the CD. He had a feeling he knew what was on it, but put it in his computer anyway. Together they watched as Mike was carried to the bed and how they tied him up. They watched him wake up and, when realisation sat in, struggle and scream. But the most heart breaking moment came last. Mike's small voice, almost begging: ' Please, let me go.'

Harvey hadn't noticed how he had grabbed a pen until he heard it crack because of his tight grip.

'Son of a… Call the police!' Donna openly cried now and was about to leave when a voice came on the video.

'I doubt you can imagine who I am yet. Don't worry, you'll know soon enough. Until then I'm going to have fun with Mikey here.'

'Donna, call the police now.' Harvey said, sounding a lot calmer than he actually felt. When Donna left his office he took out his phone and dialled a number. After a few seconds someone picked up.

'Aaron, it's Harvey. That favour you owe me? I need it.'

Soooo, let me know what you think!