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A week had passed and to put it simply, it had been the worst week of Harvey's life. Everyone was extremely worried about him which really only added to the stress that was already there because he couldn't stop thinking of Mike. Everyday a folder would appear on his counter top with proof that Mike was alive. In each group of photos, Mike looked more haggard and pained as the days passed.

Throughout that entire time, Harvey had gone through a good number of past cases, trying to figure out who would want to hurt him. The problem wasn't that there weren't enough possible suspects; the problem was that there were to many. For once in Harvey's life, he wished he wasn't such a jerk all the time.

However, being a jerk was certainly what he had been doing for the past week. Mostly because everyone kept looking at him like they expected him to jump off a bridge from grief. He was about to jump off a bridge but it was from the stress of worrying about Mike and how annoying everyone else was, not grief.

Currently, it was a Saturday, his day off. Harvey had been tempted to go to work today just so it would give him something to do but he decided to see if he could catch the mystery man in the act, since Harvey was positive he would leave a folder with proof of Mike still being alive. Granted, if this man was as good as he seemed, it was very doubtful that Harvey would catch him putting the folder down.

At about five in the afternoon there was a knock on the door. Harvey rushed to see who it was but they were already gone. Harvey then looked down and spotted the same folder. Picking it up, he went back inside and sat on his couch as opened it up.

Instead of photos, however, there was a piece of paper with a time and location.

"So," murmured Harvey, "you finally want to meet face to face."

The time was eleven thirty that night and the location Harvey had to look up. Lucky for him, the location was to an abandoned apartment complex that was planned to be demolished in two or three days. Sounds safe, Harvey thought sarcastically. Truthfully, he figured that this was probably a trap but if there was any chance of finally ending this thing then he would.

Dressed in his only pair of jeans and a simple button down shirt, at eleven o'clock Harvey started on his way to the location. When he got there it was five minutes until eleven thirty but he doubted whoever had set this up would really mind.

The front door was bordered up so Harvey went around and found a side door. The place looked just as bad on the outside as it did on the inside. There was one section where the ceiling had fallen in and he hoped that Mike wasn't somewhere upstairs. Harvey didn't really feel like falling through the ceiling today.

When Harvey made his way into what was probably once a living room he saw him. Mike wasn't tied and gagged to a chair like he had been in the pictures. Instead, he was lying on the floor, trying to get up. He looked like he had gone through hell.

Harvey rushed to him. Upon seeing him, Mike whispered, "It's a trap Harvey."

"Yeah, I kind of figured that," muttered Harvey as he pulled Mike up so that he was standing. He had to support almost all his weight.

"But you came anyway?" asked Mike in surprise.

"Yep, I didn't feel like having to look for a new associate," replied Harvey.

"Joking at a time like this," a voice suddenly said, "really, is this the time for jokes?"

Harvey looked towards a doorway as a man walked into the room. He seemed familiar but he couldn't put an exact name down. "And you are?"

"You don't even remember the name of the men and women you ruin? That's a little rude don't you think," replied the mystery man. "I'm Mark Farragut."

"Ah," now it made since. "I made you lose your business."

"And with it, all my money, most of my friends, my house, even my wife left with the children," replied Mark.

"Well, I don't think it should be my fault that your wife suddenly realized that her taste in men was terrible," Harvey shot back.

"Say something like that again and I'll shoot you were you stand," Mark then said as he pulled out a gun.

"I'm going to guess that was obtained illegally."

"Are you really that eager on being shot?" Harvey quickly shut up. "That's better," replied Mark. "Either way, though, I'm still going to shoot you. That's why you're here."

"What about Mike?"

"Don't worry, I'll let the kid go free though he'll have a hard time explaining why he isn't dead to everyone," he said with a laugh. As Mark took another step forward he released the safety and cocked the gun. "Say good bye Harvey Specter."

It was probably an adrenaline rush that allowed Mike to move so quickly. For always caring, always kind Mike did something that very few people would do. He jumped in front of the bullet.

"NO!"