Here we are again, I really left you hanging with the end of the last chapter, didn't I. XD That's payback because no one was touched by my Harvey/Scottie break up scene. :P No, just joking, I had this scene planned almost right from the beginning.

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Harvey jolted up from unconsciousness. His heart was beating rapidly. It took him a moment to remember what had happened.

He had been on the phone with Donna, when suddenly … someone kidnapped him.

Oh great, he was never gonna hear the end of this. The great Harvey Specter got himself kidnapped without even fighting back. He could basically see Jessica's smirk and hear Louis' mocking voice.

Finally his heartbeat slowed a bit and he started to notice his surroundings. First he realized he was not restrained. Someone had laid him on a bed. The mattress was uncomfortable but the linen smelled clean. In the dark he felt for the nightstand he suspected was there and a lamp. After a couple of seconds his fingers made contact with the wanted object and the next moment a bright light blinded him. It took him several seconds to get used to the light.

He looked around. The bed was indeed clean, as was the rest of the room. A desk and chair in the corner, a closet, a bookshelf with a collection of Russian literature. No computer or phone, of course. His cellphone was also missing. Amazed he discovered a bouquet of flowers on the desk. The furniture was old but in good condition and a style that Harvey couldn't be caught dead using in his apartment. Some kind of farmhouse style. Lots of wood in kitschy designs. Whoever had kidnapped him didn't have a great taste in furniture.

Harvey stood up and walked over to a window. Maybe he would find out where he was. But all he saw was darkness. No light anywhere. And, of course, the window was looked. He went to check the door, when it suddenly opened and a man came in. He wore an ill fitting black suit and … sunglasses. Despite this almost ridiculous outfit he had something clearly threatening about him. And suddenly somehow Harvey knew that this man was the one who had taken him out.

"Okay, who are you, where am I and why did you kidnap me?" he demanded pretending to be more irritated than worried.

The strange man took of his sunglasses and looked at him. "Take a seat, Mr. Specter."

Harvey didn't move. Like he would put himself in a disadvantage by sitting down. That was not going to happen.

The man didn't react to his refusal. "Mr. Specter, before we start our little conversation, why don't you give your assistant a call and assure her that you are perfectly alright, before she does something stupid like call the police. Trust me, you do not want that to happen." He pulled Harvey's phone out of his pocket.

Harvey didn't move. The last time this man had gotten close to him it had taken him only one grip to take Harvey out, he was not gonna risk that again.

The man nodded understandingly and put the phone on the nightstand. Harvey picked it up.

"Please put the call on speaker." His voice was calm but it was clearly not a request. So Harvey did as ordered and dialed Donna's number. Speed dial 1.

Almost immediately it was picked up.

"Harvey! Are you ok? What happened, where are you? Please tell me your ok. Should I call the police." Donna sounded close to panic.

"I'm fine, Donna. They didn't hurt me. I don't know where I am or who they are, but I think I will find out soon." Harvey tried to calm her down.

"Oh thank god!" There was a thumping sound as if Donna had just sunk to the ground.

"Donna, listen, they wanted me to call you so you wouldn't contact the police. Keep it at that. But if I'm not back tomorrow morning, call Derek."

"Ok." she almost whispered. "You're really ok, Harvey?"

He couldn't help the small smile. "Yes, Donna, I'm really ok. See you tomorrow." At that he hung up.

The man and Harvey looked at each other assessing.

"A soul as loyal as your Ms Paulsen is very rare. You should really appreciate her more." he finally said.

"Am I going to be at the office tomorrow morning?" Harvey asked.

"That is entirely up to you, I'm afraid." he pulled out a chair and sat down.

"And what do you expect me to do?"

"Isn't it obvious? I want you to stop investigating Mike Ross." he pulled a piece of paper out of his inner pocket and Harvey recognized it as the newspaper print out from the library. "You certainly have been busy. Two days and you already figured out who he is. The problem is, you raised way to much attention doing it. Visiting Mr. Jenkins, speaking to his ex girlfriend, looking into his financials. Miss Jensen might be a talented young woman but it didn't escape our attention that she hacked herself into several databases in search for Mr. Ross … again I might add. Using a library computer was a nice idea, but too little and too late. If we can track you, so can they and that puts everyone around you in danger. Not to speak of Mr. Ross."

"So you're witness protection." Harvey concluded.

"How very observant of you, Mr. Specter. Let me tell you, if I wasn't, you would have lost a couple of fingernails by now."

"And you kidnapped me just to tell me this?"

"It's not like you stopped after you were asked to in written form."

"He's here, isn't he? Mike. He is here." Harvey realized. "I want to see him."

The Marshall sighed. "What do you think why I brought you here? Follow me." he rose from the chair and let Harvey out of the room.

They walked down a long hallway, the house was clearly bigger than Harvey had suspected, then down some stairs and down another corridor. Finally they stopped in front of a door. The Marshall was about to say something when they heard a thump from inside and loud voices.

"What the hell? What's your problem?" Harvey recognized Mike's voice at once.

"What my problem is? What the hell is your problem?! I trusted you enough not to check your letters and you go ahead and tell him everything? Do you have a death wish? Do you want to die? Or them? Or are you actually so full of yourself that you think you could just get away with this?" a very angry female voice answered. A voice that seemed slightly familiar to Harvey.

The Marshall rolled his eyes. "She has every right to be pissed, this could cost her her career." he mumbled.

"I didn't tell him anything! Not really. I just gave him something so he would understand. He wouldn't have stopped investigating otherwise."

"Congratulations, genius! He didn't stop investigating anyway! Your little stunt might cost me my career not to talk about all of our lives!"

"What did you expect me to do?! Lie to him?"

"That's exactly what I expected you to do! It would be a hell of a lot saver for all of us, if you had just given him some silly excuse of a reason for leaving. Anything that would make him hate you enough to not care!"

At that Harvey opened the door. "It wouldn't have worked. I would never have stopped."

The view that awaited him inside was surprising to say the least.

A young woman was standing over a figure on the ground. Harvey recognized her as Mike's former assistant Amy. And then his eyes focused on the man on the ground. He was half lying half sitting on a fallen chair. With wide eyes he looked past a very angry Amy.

"Harvey." he breathed.

"Hello, Mike. Or should I call you Alex from now on?"

Oh! I know! Mike! I was considering having Harvey kidnapped by the bad guys but I decided against it, don't worry, you're gonna meet them soon, but first a needed a little bromance and banter. :P

This chapter is a bit shorter than the ones before but I really wanted to get to this part es fast as possible so I rushed a bit. Sorry about that.