Chapter 2
Disclaimer: As I much as I wish I did, I do not own Suits. USA has the privilege.
Notes: I'm so sorry for the wait, life got in the way. But, now I have an outline and should be updating more frequently. Thank you for the reviews, alerts, and favorites. Once again please bare with me, I don't have a beta. This fic is triggery for non-con. It will also have mpreg and slash, so if you don't like turn away now. Oh, and I do have a tendency to swear. You've been warned. Lastly, words in italics are thoughts.
"Donna, where's Mike?" Harvey questioned.
Donna rolls her eyes, "I didn't know it was my turn to watch the puppy. Did you call him?"
"Of course I did. I called him five times. There's no answer." Harvey snarls, "when he gets in, tell him I need to see him ASAP. He's supposed to bring me something on the Sterling case."
"I'll send him in when I see him."
.SUITS
Sherry busies herself with adjusting the IV line of her patient. She shakes her head in sadness at the young man lying in the bed, unconscious. It was the start of Sherry's shift when the young man was brought into her wing from the ER.
The veteran nurse pushes a piece of her chestnut colored hair behind her ear as she checks her patient's vitals. As she picks up her patient's wrist to check his pulse all Sherry can think of is how he reminds her of her own son, Josh, who's in his junior year at SUNY Purchase. It's a scene like this, when a young man is beaten so badly that unconsciousness is the only reprieve he has from the pain, that makes Sherry call her son unexpectedly just to say hello and I love you. Sherry's thoughts are interrupted when she hears a whimper from her charge.
"shhhh, honey. You're okay." Sherry cautiously runs her finger over the young man's left cheek, carefully avoiding the shattered cheek bone that's closest to her. Whether it's her calming voice, gentle fingers, or the medications pumping through his system, the young man drifts back to unconsciousness. "Rest, kiddo."
.SUITS.
Meanwhile, over at Pearson Hardman, the city's best closer is in a foul mood. Where the hell is this kid? Lateness is common with Mike, but this is ridiculous! It's almost noon! His anger is interrupted with a soft knock on his door. Before he can even say come in, Donna opens the door. Before a snarky comment can leave his lips, he stops.
Donna...looks different. Her confidence is shaken. Her eyes aren't filled with the usual, "I can take on the world in stilettos and kick all your asses" demeanor. Something else is there. Is that fear? She's nervously looking back and forth between Harvey and something, or someone out in the hallway. Something is definitely wrong. He stands up to ask Donna what's wrong. As he walks toward Donna, he sees what has Donna looking nervously back and forth between him and the hallway.
There in the hallway are two NYPD officers. Jesus, can this day get any worse? Harvey's thoughts are interrupted by Donna, "Harvey, these police officers are here about Mike."
"What the hell did the kid do now?" Harvey asks..
Silence fills the air as the police officers look at each other and then again at Harvey. Harvey doesn't like this, and he certainly isn't going to like what he's about to hear.
I hope you guys like it. I tried my best to keep the characters in character, but this is my first piece of fan fiction. Please let me know, but don't be too harsh.