Drugged
This prompt is requested by meegeesgeek who wanted a story involving drugs but Mike not to take them willingly. So, Mike gets drugged by the opposing council and it all goes downhill from there.
"Half a million take it or leave it."
"Leave it; Harvey you can do better than that and you know we won't accept petty amounts of money."
"Well then too bad. You'll being robbing my client clean of his money if we go higher than a million."
"Then we'll take a million."
"Not happening."
"Harvey, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either you settle or we'll up the charges."
Harvey gritted his teeth, staring daggers at the opposing council who had a smirk on his face. They were playing hardball, but they weren't gonna get off that easy. Mike and their client, Mr. Miller, were sitting next to him, equally pissed at how this deposition was turning out. The opponents had a good case against them and they weren't gonna settle for less than a million dollars. Mike watched calmly as Harvey and the opposing went head to head, deciding what road they were gonna take. It was exciting and he knew that they'd win eventually. They always did. He took a sip of the water that was provided for them and sighed inwardly when the cool liquid soothed his dry throat. Too bad he was more focused on the case to notice the funny tang the water had.
Ten minutes later, Harvey, Mike and Mr. Miller left the building angrier than ever. The council assumed that they needed time to figure things out and cut their losses when there was still time. Which is why the meeting was ended and they were kicked out of the building until they agreed to settle for a million dollars…or more. He wouldn't let up, though, and the council would be the one to quit. Harvey Specter was sure of that. Once they said goodbye to Mr. Miller, promising they would win this case, Harvey and Mike made their way to the black town car. As Harvey was talking, though, Mike was completely zoned out; he wasn't feeling too good for some reason and his legs felt like jello as he walked. He was still surprised that he was walking.
Harvey was wondering why the kid was so quiet, but it was Mike and today he had been a little moody…though he did pretty well in the deposition before things got out of hand and for that he was secretly proud of him. Once they both got into the car, Ray started the engine and they were on their way back to Pearson Hardman.
"I want you to look up everything on our opponents and Mr. Miller. We can't afford to lose this one. Once you're done with that…"
But Mike wasn't really paying attention to what his boss was saying. He was starting to feel weird…like a floating sensation weird. He no longer felt like he was in the black town car with Harvey, listening to his countless instructions, but up in the air with the clouds. Mike tried to concentrate on the man's words, but with every second passing by, he was beginning to feel more lightheaded and nauseous. If he threw up in Harvey's car he knew the guy would beat his ass to the ground.
"Hey, are you even listening to me?"
He turned to his right and saw Harvey looking at him with his dark brown eyes; they showed a hint of concern underneath the anger of the thought of Mike being high. Mike tried to make the man's eyes something to focus on, but he was already starting to see quadruple Harvey's. He didn't think he could handle four Harvey's; one was already enough.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Harvey's distorted voice echoed.
Mike blinked heavily, knowing it wouldn't be long before he passed out in front of the older man. How embarrassing that was gonna be. He could hear his raspy breathing and his rapidly beating heart and nothing else; he felt like he was dying…and maybe he was.
"Don' feel s'good," Mike slurred and blinked once more, trying and failing to reach out to Harvey. His limbs felt so heavy and everything was so out of focus that he neither heard nor saw Harvey call his name, not angrily, but worriedly. And before he could do anything else, Mike closed his eyes for the last time and they didn't open again.
"Mike?" Harvey unbuckled and scooted over to Mike's side. The kid was slumped against the window and not making a sound. He pressed a finger to Mike's neck and let out a sigh of relief; the heart beat was abnormally fast, but he was alive. What the hell was wrong with the kid? One minute they were talking and the next Mike looked like he had a few too many drinks. But that was the thing: they haven't had any alcohol.
"Ray, change of plans," he said as calm as he could. "Get me to the hospital and step on it." Mike might be fine now, but who knew what was wrong with his associate. Anything could happen in a matter of time. Harvey pulled the unconscious Mike to his chest while biting his lip in worry and keeping his finger on the kid's neck.
"Sure thing, Harvey."
Once they reached Presbyterian, within minutes Mike was wheeled out of Harvey's sight to god knows where. He wiped mouth and tried to think what had happened. The kid was great at the deposition, killed it actually and now they were in a freakin' hospital. But he wasn't the one who had the freak memory…and Mike may not remember what happened this time.
~+SUITS+~
His head hurt like a bitch. What the hell happened? Fall off his bike, slip in the shower, fall down the stairs? Whatever it was, it wasn't good that he couldn't remember. Now that he was returning to consciousness, he began to smell antiseptic and a faint whiff of cologne. He scrunched his nose and groaned weakly.
"Mike?"
Wait, he recognized that voice…it sounded like his boss. But it couldn't be…Harvey sounded concerned.
"Come on sleeping beauty, I don't have all day."
That sounded more like it. Mike blinked open his eyes and waited for his vision to clear. When he looked to his right he saw Harvey smirking at him with a hint of relief present on his face.
"Ugh," Mike squeezed his eyes shut before reopening them, sitting up on his elbows. "What happened to me?"
"Rohypnol."
"I got roofied?" Mike fell back on the pillows in disbelief.
"Yeah; really kid, out of all people you are the one who gets roofied."
Mike scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Right, because I'm a girl."
"Exactly."
Mike smiled and looked around the room; it didn't exactly look like a regular hospital room, it just looked like an observation or recovery room. He closed his eyes, enjoying the silence between the two of them; it made his head hurt less.
"How are you feeling?" Harvey asked after a while.
"Drained and confused; it kinda sucks not remembering what happened…do you know who drugged me yet?"
"Not yet kid, but whoever did it is gonna have my foot up their ass."
Mike rolled his head on the pillow to look at Harvey. "Aww, are you-"
"Shut it, no I am not caring; I'm merely just worried about how much time we're losing on this case. This is a major setback."
"Whatever…then I guess we should get going." Mike pushed himself up and swung his legs over the bed.
"Are you sure you're able to walk?"
"I got drugged, Harvey, not crippled."
"Suit yourself."
Just as he stood up, Mike's legs weakened and he would've fallen to the ground had Harvey not been there to catch him.
"Told you," Harvey boasted.
"Shut up."
The older man helped Mike into a wheelchair, much to the associate's displeasure, and left the room. After they both signed the discharge papers, Harvey wheeled Mike towards the exit.
"Here, you're gonna need these." Harvey passed Mike a pair of shades.
"Why?"
"Trust me, if your head's hurting now, wait 'til you get outside."
Agreeing, Mike put them over his eyes and once they got to the car, he was somehow already exhausted. Man, he hated being roofied.
~+SUITS+~
"Who would want to drug me?" Mike said looking up at the ceiling in Harvey's office. He was lying on the couch while Harvey was at his desk, both of them trying to figure how exactly Mike got slipped the roofie.
"I know, you're not that attractive."
"Are you saying that I'm kind of attractive?" Mike joked.
Rolling his eyes, Harvey thought back to the deposition and frowned. "Did you drink anything while at the deposition?"
"That I do remember…I think I had the water that was given to us. But you had it too; you would've been knocked out as well if the water was spiked."
"Kid, neither me nor Mr. Miller had the water." Realization finally hit him and now it was being replaced with pure rage. The opposing council tried to drug all of them…they succeeded in drugging Mike. No one was to mess with his associate, himself, or his clients. He clenched his teeth and stood up, heading towards the door.
"I'll be right back."
"Where are you going?"
"Out to talk with our opponents; stay here."
Mike was about to speak, but Harvey was already out of the office. He couldn't believe the opposing council would actually go as far as drugging and for what? Well, maybe now he could get some rest; he was still tired and he hated that the drugs were still taking some effect on his body. He closed his eyes and let himself be taken away to oblivion.
"Guard this office and the pup with your life, Donna," Harvey said as he stopped at the secretary's desk.
"You know who drugged him?"
Harvey nodded, anger easily seen on the man's face. He was protective of Mike and Donna knew he'd kill anyone that tried to hurt his pup. "Go kick their ass. And don't worry, Mike's safe with me."
Thanking the woman, Harvey left the building, intent on killing someone within the next twenty minutes. Once he reached their rival's building, Harvey stormed in, skipping the receptionist's desk even though she was yelling at him to stop. Once he got to the office, he barged in startling the two men at the table.
"M-Mr. Specter, what are you doing here?" The client said in shock.
"Shut it," he ignored the client and went to the lawyer getting right up into the man's face.
"You son of a bitch; you tried to drug me, my client and you did drug my associate. I should kill you."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," the lawyer said with an arrogant smirk.
Harvey growled; he wasn't putting up this bullshit anymore. He grabbed the man by his shirt collar and lifted him out of the chair, slamming him against the wall. He really wanted to kill this guy and he knew if he did, his whole career would be over and so would Mike's. He really didn't want to do that to the kid.
"Listen to me and listen to me good: if you don't cooperate, I will have you arrested and treated like the piece of shit that you are. So here's what you're gonna do…"
~+SUITS+~
Harvey let out a huge sigh once he approached his dimly lit office. Donna must've pulled the shades which meant Mike was still sleeping.
"Any trouble?"
"He was a good little pup, didn't pee on the floor at all…you?"
Harvey smirked. "Let's just say I'm starting on a new case."
Donna smiled mischievously before Harvey entered his office, looking at his associate who was still passed out on the couch just the way he left him. He tried to stay quiet, but when he sat down in his chair it squeaked and Mike groaned tiredly. The man sniffed and shifted until he was sitting up one elbow, while rubbing his eyes with his free hand.
"You're back."
Nodding, Harvey smiled and looked down at his papers. "They settled."
"They did? What did you say to them?"
"Nothing much…just enough for them to drop the charges and piss their pants."
Mike chuckled, laying back down and closed his eyes.
"We start a new case tomorrow."
"Mmhm." With that, Mike was back to snoring.
Wow, that kid could sleep…and then add the drugs and you got someone that looks like they're in a coma. He shook his head in disbelief and went back to his work; he'd let the pup sleep and be lazy for today. Not that he cared or anything, he just needed the kid to be alert, that's all.
FIN
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