He could hear beeping and voices. He felt hands touching his head and someone with a deep voice giving orders. The fog was heavy but was beginning to clear and the only thing he could see was Harvey's face in his mind.

Harvey, where was he?

Mike opened his eyes and a doctor immediately flashed a light in them, measuring his reaction. The reaction he got was Mike smacking the light away and telling them to fuck off with the fucking lights.

Gaining more awareness he realized that he was in the hospital, but that meant so was Harvey right?

"Where is Harvey? I need to find him, where did you take him?" He started trying to sit up, wires and tubes impeding his progress. A nurse shoved him back down with little attempt at being friendly and gave him a stern look.

"Mr. Specter is having an MRI, sit still."

"I want to see him, take me to him."

"Mr. Ross, stay right there or I will restrain you. Your turn with the MRI is coming."

"I'm fine, just a bump on the head. I want to see Harvey."

"Mike," he heard Jessica's voice, "relax, he's ok, they are just checking his head, he was awake when they took him upstairs, that's good."

"Jessica, tell them to let me go, I'm fine."

"Mike, you probably have a concussion, just sit still, if you don't fight, this will go quicker."

Mike realized she was probably right as much as it pained him to stop fighting. Glancing around he could see he was in the ER and he could see Louis standing near the door. Suddenly he was emotional. He knew there was never going to be any possible way to thank him enough. He thought of all the times he had been mean to Louis or snapped at him and felt incredibly guilty. Louis clearly saw all of this crossing his face and just smiled and nodded at him, mouthing 'don't worry about it.'

Then the bed he was on started moving and he realized he was heading to the MRI as well. Craning his neck the whole way looking for Harvey he never saw him, making him get impatient again. The same angry nurse shoved him back down and he started demanding to know where he was. He couldn't figure out why they were hiding Harvey from him and he started panicking that they were lying to him and something was really wrong and so he became belligerent.

The nurse placed a firm hand on his chest and leaned close him.

"Relax Mr. Ross, they are getting him into a room. He has a nasty concussion and head wound and we are keeping him overnight to watch him. Now if you would stop thrashing we could get you checked out and you can go see him, but if you don't, I'm sedating your ass."

Mike realized she was serious and stopped fighting. Only muttering for them to hurry the fuck up. She glared at him for a second but relaxed her grip.

The MRI was slightly scary, he didn't think he was claustrophobic, but evidently he was.

As soon as it was done, he was leaping off the bed and trying to get out of the room to find Harvey. The nurse wheeled over a wheelchair and demanded he sit his ass down.

He glared at her, but relented. Knowing full well the gown left nothing to the imagination at the back since he had chosen to forgo underwear that morning due to the fact that he hadn't done his laundry; he figured sitting in a chair was the best way to keep some dignity.

The nurse was actually quite quick at getting him to Harvey's room, evidently she did have a heart and she pushed him right up beside Harvey and then left them alone.

Harvey turned his head and smiled at him but looked worried.

"Are you ok? What did the doctors say?"

Mike realized he hadn't even inquired about the results of his scan, but figured if it was something bad, that they wouldn't have let him leave the room.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me, how are you? You have a concussion they said, how bad is it?"

"Yes, it's a good concussion, but they have me pretty medicated, so I feel good right now."

Mike looked a little harder at Harvey's eyes and realized that his pupils were certainly larger than normal and laughed. Harvey was a little high and it was quite amusing. He knew that Harvey's loopy happiness would be short lived, that what had just happened would probably hit him like a ton of bricks, but seeing him smile at that moment was everything Mike needed.

The door opened to the room and Jessica poked her head in.

"Can I come in?"

Harvey smiled a little wildly and she laughed. "Gave you the good stuff did they?"

She handed Mike a bag and he was a little confused and looked inside and found some scrubs from the gift shop at the hospital.

"The police are keeping your clothes for evidence, this was the best I could find. Hopefully I got the right size." Mike must have still looked confused, so she continued. "Your free to go," she smiled, adding "though I doubt your leaving this room. They said your concussion is mild, you just have to take it easy for a few days."

Mike nodded in understanding and looked at Harvey.

Harvey's smile was gone, hearing the words police and evidence had reminded him and he was staring at the bag in Mike's hands sadly.

Mike grabbed his hand and squeezed it meaningfully.

"We're ok."

Harvey looked up at him, and nodded and smiled softly at him, the sadness remaining in his eyes.

Jessica took the hint and stepped out of the room to give them a moment.

Mike put the bag on the floor and sat on the bed next to Harvey, lying down and gathering him into his arms. Harvey curled into him and buried his face in Mike's chest.

"I love you." Mike whispered.

"I love you too," came the response from his chest and Harvey squeezed him tighter. "I don't know what I would have done if they had hurt you, I couldn't handle that, I just…" he broke off in the choked breath.

"Trust me, I was feeling the same thing, I want to kill that bastard for what he did to you." Mike leaned back a bit and put a hand on Harvey's chin, making him look up at his face.

"Why in hell would you offer yourself up like that? You promise me right now that you will never do anything like that again."

Harvey looked a little sheepish, but then defiant.

"I will do that again if it means protecting you."

Mike realized he was deadly serious, and couldn't help but understand. He would do the same for Harvey, in fact he almost had as well.

He leaned down and kissed him gently before pulling him back into his arms. They laid this way for a while, the rest of the world shut out, until the air conditioning came on in the room and the draft hit Mike's naked ass hanging off the side of the bed.

He jumped from the shock of the cold air and Harvey looked up at him questioningly and then laughed as Mike attempted to close the gown over his butt.

"You should probably get dressed, if Jessica comes back, I'm not sure you want the first thing she sees to be your bare ass."

Mike couldn't help but agree. He hated letting go of Harvey at that moment, but knew people would be coming.

Quickly dressing in the scrubs, he felt completely ridiculous in them, Jessica clearly assumed he was bigger than he actually was and he was swimming in them. They were also a very unflattering salmon shade, but he didn't really care. His ass was covered and Harvey was ok.

Another knock at the door came while Mike was tightening the strings on the pants.

"Come in." He assumed it was Jessica again, but instead Louis popped his head around the door.

"Louis, come in." Mike beckoned him.

Louis smiled a little and stepped inside.

He tentatively stepped close to Harvey's bed and gave him a little smile as well.

"Harvey, how are you?"

Harvey smiled warmly at him, "I'm fine, thanks to you."

"Louis, I don't even know what to say," Mike felt himself getting choked up and Louis just put up his hand to stop his blubbering.

"It's fine Mike, I owed you both one anyway remember?"

Both he and Harvey stared at him surprised.

Harvey was the first to speak "I'm not sure this is what we had in mind when we collected on that Louis, but thank you nonetheless." Then Harvey gave him a more meaningful look before saying "thank you" with more genuine force behind it.

Louis just laughed, "I just know how to pay people back in style, you should try that sometime Harvey."

Harvey rolled his eyes and laughed.

Then they were quiet for a few seconds.

Louis stared at his shoes, but then looked up at Harvey meaningfully.

"Listen, Harvey. I talked to Jessica on the way over here. She told me everything."

He paused and took a deep breath.

"I'm really sorry, about what happened to you tonight, and those months ago. You and I may not get along all the time, but I would never in a million years wish that on you."

Harvey gaped at him for a second, and sighed softly before saying 'thanks.'

"Your welcome."

Harvey started to look a little concerned at that point.

"How, I mean… what did she tell the police?"

"I don't think she's talked to them yet. They want to talk to you first." Louis seemed to get the drift suddenly. "Don't be angry with her for telling me, I somewhat forced her into it, I felt I had the right to know what was going on since I just shot three people and will likely be facing my own charges."

Harvey nodded, "I know of some good lawyers who will straighten it out for you," and then furrowed his brows and whispered "are they dead?"

"No, no," Louis blurted, "No, I just wounded them enough to stop them, I'm not a killer."

"No Louis, don't worry, I never thought that."

Mike could see that Harvey was having mixed feelings about the status of Seller and his goons.

Louis relaxed. "I hate to tell you this, but there are cops waiting in the hall to talk to you, are you ready for them?"

Panic crossed over Harvey's face, and Mike squeezed his hand.

"I don't know… I think I might need more time."

"I know this isn't my decision, or anything, but Harvey, I really think you need to tell them everything. Put those sicko's away for good."

"There is no evidence of what happened a few months ago, it would be my word against theirs… I don't…" Harvey stopped

"Again, it's not my decision, but we're all behind you."

Harvey gave him a grateful smile.

"Take care of yourself Harvey, if you need anything, let me know." He nodded and smiled quickly at Mike and then left.

Mike reached up and brushed his fingers through Harvey's hair.

"What do you want to do?"

Harvey took in a shaky breath. "I don't know, Mike, I really don't know, what should I do?"

Mike wasn't sure what to tell him. On the one hand, he agreed whole-heartedly with Louis, tell the police everything, but he understood Harvey's legal point of view, there was nothing proving it, except for maybe using this evenings events as proof that Seller and the other two men were capable of more. There would be evidence of what Seller had done to him in the office this time, Harvey had thrown up on the carpet, not to mention the fact that Mike was there as a witness, not to mention Louis, and they both had the head wounds as further proof. But there was no evidence of the previous assault, except for one thing. It hit Mike suddenly.

"Do you still have the clothes you wore home from the office that night?"

Harvey's eyebrow went up, but then recognition dawned on his face.

"Yes, I put them into a garbage bag and in my closet, to get rid of but I never did, I don't know why I didn't." Harvey looked down at the blanket.

"It's ok, they may be the evidence you need."

"I don't know if I can tell them Mike, I don't know if I can do a statement and…" Harvey swallowed hard, "testify."

Mike leaned forward and made Harvey look him in the eyes.

"I'm here with you, I will be with you through it all, you have my full and complete support. And I will support whatever decision you make, ok?"

He could see the tears shining in Harvey's dark brown eyes as he nodded.

There was a knock on the door and a friendly looking female officer stuck her head in.

"Mr. Specter, can I have a word?"

Harvey looked at Mike one more time, his decision clearly not yet made, and then nodded at the officer.

As she came in she turned to Mike, and he knew he would have to leave, since they would also need his statement and they couldn't give them while in the same room together. He squeezed Harvey's hand one more time and stepped out of the room. He was met in the hall by another officer; a man who also seemed friendly enough. He asked Mike if they could talk and Mike agreed. Figuring that he might as well do it at the same time as Harvey. He sat down in the room the officer had chosen and told him the truth about everything that had happened that night, hoping that Harvey would tell the rest of the story.

This was going to be hell. Harvey knew it, but at the same time, talking about it was in no way worse than it actually happening and he had to keep reminding himself of that.

The female detective was friendly and very warm. She was patient and gave him the time he needed to get started. What Harvey wasn't expecting was that he would start talking, and talking and without even realizing it, was telling her everything. It was like someone had ripped the lid off of a compressed air can, all of it was escaping at an incredibly fast rate.

The officer took everything down and asked him a few questions when he was done. Harvey felt completely drained, but told her where to find the workout clothes in his closet.

When she left, he lay limp on the bed, the full scale of that evening weighing on his chest. The visual of Mike staring at him panicked with a gun to his head choked him. The last thing he had ever wanted was for Mike to get hurt, protecting him had been top priority, even over himself. Mike had realized that that night, when he had offered himself up to Seller in exchange for Mike's safety. In the back of his mind, he knew that Mike would keep fighting and would never have been OK with the arrangement Harvey had come up with, but it was the only thing he thought he could do at the time to protect him.

The door opened and Mike came back in and without a word, climbed back up onto the bed, pulling Harvey close and kissing his forehead.

Harvey settled into the warm circle of his arms and closed his eyes.

"Are you ok?" Came the question from above his head.

"I told them everything," he murmured into Mike's shirt.

Mike's arms tightened around him. "Good. I'm proud of you."

Harvey just sighed, he knew this was only the beginning of this playing out, the case could go on for months and he wasn't completely sure he could handle it, but he had to try. He felt like he had to make it up to Mike for what had happened tonight, even though rationally he knew it wasn't his own fault.

Mike reached a hand up and flicked the light switch behind the bed. "Get some rest. I love you."

Harvey took a deep breath, taking in Mike's familiar scent and felt better for it. "I love you too."