For some time Harvey had made it a rule that they didn't stay in the office late. Mike had always gone along with this rule, he could see how nervous it made Harvey when he thought they were the last in the building. The extra security Jessica had promised to hire hadn't happened yet because of budgeting issues, so it seemed easiest to just get out of the office with everyone else and return to Harvey's super secure apartment.

When a corporate merger had turned messy, this became more difficult. They had boxes and boxes of evidence and material to go through and trucking it back to Harvey's apartment every night to keep working seemed ludicrous.

Mike repeatedly reassured him that they were fine, he was with him, but he could tell Harvey wasn't buying it.

Mike had been labouring under the view that it was incredibly unlikely for Seller to come back to Harvey's office if he wanted to seek more revenge. He assumed, rightly or wrongly, that Seller would be more creative next time. The thought of them coming after Harvey again always made him incredibly angry, though he never told Harvey what he was really thinking about when he clenched his fists in bed at night or during a meeting, He just couldn't get the thought out of his mind that this wasn't over. He knew Harvey was dealing with the same issue though it made him fearful rather than angry.

Mike was thinking about it again that evening as they sat in the office surrounded by mountains of paper and boxes. He had crumpled the paper he was holding and Harvey was regarding him with a mixture of confusion and concern on his face.

Mike realized what he was doing and relaxed.

"Sorry, just can't believe these bastards hid all of this from us."

The lie was transparent and he could see Harvey's eyebrow creep up in question but he let it go.

He smiled softly at Harvey to assure him he was fine and straightened out the sheet of paper and glanced at his watch. It was pushing 11:30 at night. He noticed Harvey glancing at his own watch and could see the worry in his brow.

"Do you want to go? We're both tired and we can finish this tomorrow."

"We are already weeks behind, and we've only been at it for a few days."

Harvey sighed and sat back on the couch, regarding the mess.

"Jessica understands; I'm sure she will find a way to get us more time." He got up and moved over next to Harvey, clearing a stack of files away first. He slid his arm around Harvey's shoulders and pulled him against his chest. Harvey started tracing his fingers on Mike's thigh. These were Mike's favourite moments, the times when they would just sit quiet together. He had never known he could feel this strongly about anyone, but the last few months had given him a new perspective.

"We should get back to work if we are hoping to get any sleep tonight." Harvey picked up the file he was working on and started flipping the pages, clearly not reading it thoroughly.

Mike kissed and then nibbled his earlobe, thinking that both sleep and work could wait, there were certainly more entertaining things they could do right now. He felt Harvey smile against his cheek and then he turned his head into the kiss.

The loud thump behind them made them both jump about three feet in the air. Harvey grabbed Mike in panic and they both turned to see what had happened. A box lay on its side on the floor, spilling it contents of files like dominos on the floor.

"Who left a box that close to the edge of the table?" Mike smiled at the question, starting to laugh at their reaction, until he looked at Harvey, who was shaking and almost hyperventilating. He quickly gathered him up in his arms.

"Shhh, it's ok, it was just a box. Take some deep breaths." Then stating "We are going home." It wasn't worth having Harvey this upset.

Harvey calmed down quickly, and laughed a little at himself. Closing his eyes he rubbed his face.

"Sorry, that was a bit of an overreaction to a box, wasn't it?" Harvey laughed nervously.

"You have good reason, let's go home." Mike stood up and went to get his coat and bag, as well as Harvey's scarf and coat. Going home seemed the best plan; Harvey would feel more secure and since they weren't taking work with them, they would have to amuse themselves some other way. He was smiling to himself when he heard Harvey gasp behind him and turned to see what was wrong and stared straight down the barrel of a gun.

It took him a few seconds to tear his gaze away from it to fully take in the situation.

There were three men now in the office, none of which he recognized, but he already knew who they were.

The two who were obviously the goons each had a gun drawn, one on him and the other goon on Harvey, the third man, who was clearly Seller had strolled into the room with a smirk on his face.

Mike glanced at Harvey who was visibly shaking, staring at Seller with panic.

"Hello again Harvey." Seller's voice was quite deep and sinister, the Russian accent making him seem like the bad guy from a comic book.

Mike's mind was working, he had to protect Harvey, the guns were posing a massive problem though, he didn't know how was he going to get around them.

Seller noticed him there and turned towards him, staring him right in the eye. A cold fear trickled down his spine at the expression on his face.

"Who do we have here? Another toy to play with boys." The two goons chuckled, and the one closest to him licked his lips.

"NO," Harvey suddenly lurched forward, panic on his face for Mike, "Leave him, this is about you and I Marvin, let him go."

The second goon cocked his gun at Harvey, warning him to stop moving, Mike mouthed 'stop' at him as well.

Seller turned slowly to meet Harvey and narrowed his eyes.

"He's an underling Harvey, I know you, since when do you care about them? I've always known you as the type to protect your own hide first."

Harvey stood tall, attempting to remain strong.

"He's a friend, and like I said, this is between you and me, I fight my own battles."

Seller smirked.

"What are you willing to give me in exchange for him Harvey?"

Mike realized where this was going and motioned at Harvey to not give in to it. He was stunned at how fast this was moving, and suddenly Harvey was facing an impossible ultimatum.

A few minutes passed in silence. Harvey stared at the floor, pain clearly etched on his face and it seemed to take forever before he finally looked up at Mike, the expression said I love you and goodbye all at once. He turned back to Seller and whispered, "what ever you want." The resignation in his voice was enough to make Mike break into full-blown panic. He started moving towards Harvey to stop him, shake him, just do something.

The goon nearest grabbed his arm and shoved the gun into his temple.

Seller watched this performance, he had clearly seen the expression on Harvey's face and recognition was dawning.

"He's your lover." He smiled.

Harvey avoided eye contact with him, choosing to stare intently at the carpet.

"Well then, this is very interesting, isn't it boys."

The goons nodded in concert.

The smile on Sellers face made Mike's stomach turn.

"Well Harvey, the good news is that I'm willing to accept your offer, your right, this is between us." Harvey closed his eyes and swallowed hard, knowing what was coming.

"NO" Mike yelled. Seller just started to laugh.

"Shush, shush little one, how would like to stick around and watch?"

Harvey's head snapped up, "no, that is not part of the deal, let him go, that was the deal."

"Interesting, I don't quite remember the terms that way myself."

Suddenly Seller punched Harvey in the stomach, hard enough to knock him to his hands and knees wheezing and coughing.

"Please, stop, don't hurt him, we'll pay you." Mike's legs were shaking; he wanted to get to Harvey so much to help him.

Seller turned with his eyebrow up.

"I don't want your money."

Harvey was still on his hands and knees on the floor and Seller reached down and grabbed his collar and pulled him up to just his knees, Harvey's face in his crotch. Mike saw where this was going and started fighting the iron fist on his arm, until the heel of the gun connected with his head and the room spun and he slumped and hung from the hand holding his arm. While he didn't entirely go out, it took him a minute to regain full consciousness and by that time Seller had undone his pants and was shoving his cock in Harvey's mouth.

Mike looked away; he knew that Harvey would not want him to watch. He heard Harvey gagging as Seller fucked his mouth and closed his eyes tight, as though that would also stop the sounds.

Seller grunted and finished in Harvey's mouth quickly and then let go of his collar. Mike heard Harvey throw up on the carpet.

"Didn't you watch little one, I would think you would enjoy watching him from a different angle, didn't it turn you on?" He had walked up to Mike at this point and was a few inches from face to face and put his hand on the front of Mike's pants, clearly trying to see if Mike was turned on. Without even thinking Mike spit in his face and glared hard at him. He heard Harvey say 'Mike, No' but remained defiant.

The jovial expression on Seller's face evaporated, now he was pissed. Mike still glared at him hard.

"Agreement null and void," he looked at each goon in turn while using Mike's tie to wipe the spit off his face. "Find another office for yourselves and him, Harvey's mine."

He turned back towards Harvey and pulled out his own gun.

Mike realized he was repeatedly saying no, no, no but couldn't stop. The other goon walked over and grabbed his other arm, staring at him lasciviously, but Mike could only think about Harvey. They started dragging him from the room and Harvey stood up panicked and started towards them. Seller put a firm hand on his chest and pointed the gun at his head before turning and purring to the goons. "Do whatever you want with him boys." Mike stared into Harvey's eyes and tried to tell him he loved him as best he could. Harvey got more panicked and started fighting against Seller to get to him, this in turned made Mike start fighting the two bastards holding him.

Seller raised the gun and hit Harvey right in the temple with the heel of it. The noise it made was sickening and Harvey collapsed lifeless onto the floor. Mike started screaming then, screaming Harvey's name over and over trying to get him to wake up. The goons resumed dragged him from the room while Mike thrashed and yelled.

The two gunshots completely stopped him dead in his tracks and everything started moving in slow motion it seemed. He listened hard, believing them to have come from Harvey's office, grief enveloped him and he felt like he couldn't breathe. But then he realized the two goons were no longer holding him, they were on the floor on either side of him, both groaning in pain. Mike looked down the hall in disbelief and saw Louis, gun still at the ready, walking towards him. Mike could only stare as Louis came at him with the gun seemingly pointing at him and then went past him, firing only one more shot through the glass door of Harvey's office. He heard Seller yell in shock.

Mike was reeling, and thought he might pass out, but then he regained his focus.

Harvey, he had to get to him, his paralysis disappearing he moved and started running to him. Louis was standing over Seller who was leaning against a chair holding his shoulder and glaring at Louis.

Mike barely paid them any attention and dove down to Harvey who was still in the same position he had fallen in. The amount of time that had passed was shorter than he thought, Seller hadn't even touched him yet. He touched Harvey's forehead, blood coating it from the wound, and then put two fingers to his neck, feeling for a pulse. When he located it, he exhaled the breath he was holding and started rubbing Harvey's shoulder, trying to get him to wake up. He heard Louis on the phone with 911 while he was kicking Seller's gun away from him. Mike suddenly remembered and turned to Louis, "the other two had guns as well." He sounded like a lunatic, his voice high and shaky.

Louis regarded him and then pointed to where he had moved the guns to on the floor.

"Oh." He relaxed that they were all unarmed now and turned back to Harvey, sliding down closer to him and wrapping his arm around his back in the only way he could hold him at the time. He didn't want to move Harvey too much, worried that his neck could be injured, the last thing he wanted to do was make anything worse.

He started getting impatient with how long it was taking for the ambulance to arrive. Glancing at the door every few seconds. Louis told him to relax; they were coming.

Then he heard a sound from Harvey, a soft, short groan and he went back down to him, ignoring everything else in the room. Harvey opened one eye slightly and peered at him for a second before closing it and sighing and whispering with relief "your ok, your ok."

"Yes, yes baby, I'm ok, are you ok?" All of the emotions reeling in his head making him use a term of endearment he had never used before with Harvey.

Harvey opened his eyes more and gave him a gentle look. "I'll be fine."

Mike kissed his cheek and rubbed his back, he could feel tears running down his face, relief overwhelming him.

He felt a hand on his arm, trying to lift him away from Harvey and he fought it gruffly and looked up to give hell to whoever it was, and met Louis's face.

"The paramedics need to get to him Mike, you have to give them some room."

Louis looked very sympathetic, which was a foreign expression for him, and Mike realized then that the room was full of police and EMT's at that moment. Seeing that Louis was right, he moved back from Harvey a bit, giving them room around his head, but he stayed by his side, gripping his hand. He felt Louis gently squeeze his shoulder before telling the EMT that Mike would be riding with Harvey to the hospital.

The next few minutes were a blur of Harvey being loaded onto the gurney and them traveling downstairs to the ambulance. Mike didn't even pay any attention to what was happening with their three attackers, he didn't even know if they were alive or dead. One tech kept attempting to look at the mark on Mike's head, but he kept waving her away angrily, telling her to worry about Harvey only. She finally gave up and helped her partner load Harvey into the back; Mike quickly following Harvey in, still gripping his hand. Harvey was more alert now and kept eye contact with Mike the entire time. Mike smiled at him lovingly, it was beginning to hit them both that they had made it out of this. Only 10 minutes ago he was sure they were both about to die, and now they were out alive. He knew that they would have months of recovery, Harvey in particular, but they were going to be ok.

Just as the door was closing he heard Jessica's voice yelling wait, and she came full tilt up into the ambulance.

"Harvey, oh my god, are you ok?"

Harvey smiled a little, the drying blood on his face making it tight.

"Yeah, a knock on the head, but I'll be ok." Harvey turned to Mike then, looking puzzled.

"What the hell happened? How are we…?"

Mike realized that Harvey had no idea that Louis was behind all of this.

"Louis. Evidently he keeps a gun in his office and was working late too."

Harvey's mouth dropped open a little and he looked actually quite touched.

The EMT ushered Jessica out so they could get going, she promised to meet them at the hospital and then they were moving.

Mike was realizing that the knock on his head might be a bit worse than he thought and the movement of the ambulance was making him nauseous and dizzy. He felt Harvey's hand squeezing his and Harvey was looking at him worried.

The EMT put a hand on Mike's chin and shined her light into his eyes. Jumping back from the light that made his head pound he glared at her and then it went black.