Donna ended up telling him that apparently Mike had shot himself in his apartment that morning and had left a note behind that apparently said something along the lines that Mike and Harvey had been in a relationship but Mike couldn't take the secrets anymore and so had killed himself.

Harvey's mind flew back to the conversation with the man before and how he had said he wanted to make Harvey miserable. And, that his day would be supposedly interesting. Harvey automatically put two and two together. Mike must have been murdered and all because Harvey had managed to piss off one guy.

Feeling like nothing was real or could be trusted anymore; Harvey drove himself to Mike's apartment. There were cop cars all around and in front of it and as Harvey approached the yellow tape a cop put his hand up to stop him. However, when he said his name was Harvey Specter, the cop said for him to go on up.

Harvey slowly walked into Mike's living room, looking extremely out of place among the many police uniforms. On the floor was a sheet that covered what could be none other than Mike. As he looked at it, Harvey felt sick to his stomach though he didn't show it.

"You're Harvey Specter?" asked a man that was obviously in charge here.

"Yes," replied Harvey.

"We're very sorry for your loss Mr. Specter," said the police man.

Just those words made Harvey want to explode but he resisted the urge and simply said, "We were not actually together. He was simply my associate."

However, it was apparent that the cop, nor anyone who was nearby and had heard his words, believed him.

"We were wondering if you could take a look at the body. We've already had someone claim its Mike Ross but it's hard to be completely sure because of . . . well I'm sure you understand."

Harvey nodded and said he would help confirm the body's identity. Nevertheless, on the inside his stomach was churning and he wanted to say 'no, I want to remember Mike when he was alive. I don't want to see him like this.' However, saying that would only make everyone become more assured that they were together, even though they weren't, and it would make himself look like a big sissy as well.

A cop pulled back the sheet and Harvey immediately felt bile rise up and into his mouth. He gave a slight nod as a yes when the police officer asked if it was Mike Ross. Harvey didn't open his mouth as he tried to swallow the bile and resist the urge to throw up right then and there.

As the sheet fell back over Mike, Harvey's phone rang. This time he checked who it was. It said restricted but he was pretty sure he knew the caller. He moved away from the police and answered it.

"Hello again Harvey," said the man on the other end.

"You killed him," whispered Harvey, his back rigid. "Why? If you hate me why kill my associate. Why not me?"

"First off, it's more fun seeing you in pain than lying dead on the floor. I especially liked how you seemed like you might throw up when you saw the body," replied the person. Harvey took a deep breath as he realized that meant whoever this was, could see him right now. "Also, I didn't kill your precious associate."

"What do you mean you didn't kill him?" asked Harvey as he lowered his voice when a police officer glanced over at him. "I saw the body, it was him."

"No, just a poor soul who had the misfortune of looking a lot like him," replied the man with an obvious grin to his voice. "Here, I'll prove it to you, say hi Mike."

For a moment there was silence until a sudden cry of pain broke it. "I said, say hi Mike," the man said again.

A few more moments of silence and then, "Sorry Harvey."

Mike's voice sounded pained and broken as he softly said the words. It broke Harvey's heart, even if many people believed he didn't have one, as he said, "What do you want?"

"For the moment, nothing," replied the man. "Just one other thing, if you go to the police, little Mike will end up having his brains blown up."

The call ended.