Kidnapped
Prompt for: Leahelisabeth: How about a story where Mike gets kidnapped and tortured and Harvey is going frantic looking for him?
Enjoy!
Mike coughed into his arm as he left his office. He could feel that he was coming down with something, but he was putting it on the back burner for now. Today was Thursday so he just had to get through the rest of the day and tomorrow and then he could sleep for two days. Yawning, he turned the corner and made his way to Harvey's office.
"Hey," Harvey said, only briefly looking up when Mike entered the room. He had gotten used to the kid not knocking before coming in and he knew it would never happen. "Did you get the files I asked for?"
"Yeah," Mike said, tossing them on Harvey's desk.
"And?" Harvey questioned, skimming through the contents of the folders.
"There's really not much we can go on. I can try looking again, but-"
"No, there's no time. The hearing is tomorrow and we have to go brief the client at noon and make sure he's ready for the ass-kicking he's probably going to get from the opposition." Harvey rubbed his forehead in frustration. "Dammit." It was very possible he was going to lose this case and Harvey Specter didn't lose cases. "Alright, I need a coffee. And you're gonna go get it."
Mike chuckled. "You're joking right?"
"Yeah, because you can clearly see the grin on my face," Harvey said sarcastically. "I'm serious; I need to get working on this and I can't afford to take a break if we have even the slightest chance of winning this thing."
"And why can't Donna do it? No offense, but she's the secretary. Plus, I don't even know what you like."
"Black, two sugars. And go to George's, I need something strong, not that coffee cart shit."
"Harvey, that's like a block and a half away-"
"Mike, you work for me, that means when I ask you to do something you go ahead and do it with no arguments. You're my associate, not the other way around and if you have a problem with it, good luck finding a new job again."
Mike scoffed in disbelief before pulling on his suit jacket and storming out of the room. Harvey could be a complete ass…especially when he was in a bad mood, but sending him to do errands, sending him to grab him coffee…it was ridiculous. He was Harvey's associate not his fucking servant. God, he couldn't wait to go home. He stopped by his office to grab his jacket, since the weather was nearing ten degrees- he still couldn't believe Harvey was making him go out like this- and then made his way outside. Mike walked to George's, grumbling the entire way, shivering, sniffing and coughing. Once he got the drinks, getting one for himself because he fucking deserved it, Mike decided to take a shorter, less crowded way back to the firm. He was surprised at the amount of people that were walking around at ten in the morning in the shitty weather. He took the back way, keeping his head down and not noticing the white van that suddenly came up behind him until he was roughly grabbed by the arms, forcing him to drop the coffee. He struggled relentlessly, trying to figure out what was happening and freaking out.
"Hey! Let go of me!" He shouted. "Let me go!"
"Shut up," one of the men snapped at him.
"Please, I can give you money, just let me go!" Mike noticed that his kidnappers weren't wearing any masks…which meant they weren't worried about him identifying them when he got away…because he wasn't getting away. They were going to kill him.
"And I told you to shut the hell up!"
Mike was shoved into the vehicle and the doors were slammed shut before the van began moving. He continued to fight, but as his hands and ankles were crudely bound, he grew weaker.
"Please," he choked. "What do you want from me?"
"What I want from you," one of the men said, a gun appearing in his hand. "Is silence."
Mike's eyes widened as he saw the butt of the rifle come down on him and immense pain rattle his skull. He shouted, but unfortunately didn't black out.
"Looks like he's got a thick head," the man chuckled."
Dazed, Mike glanced up with doubling vision as he saw the gun come down once more and then there was nothing but darkness. It wasn't long before they reached their destination; a still unconscious Mike, mouth duct taped and a sack over his head, was carelessly dragged out of the van and towards the secluded cabin where another man was waiting for him.
"You didn't kill him did you?" The leader said as Mike was dumped onto the chair that was bolted down to the porch. It was a nice little place to bring victims when they wanted answers; in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees, a porch overlooking the lake where they dumped the bodies once they were finished.
"I don't think so," one of the kidnappers said, yanking the bag off of Mike's head. His face was pale and blood trickled down from the gash near his temple. "He just wouldn't shut up." He went to feel for Mike's pulse. "Yeah, he's still alive."
The leader sighed through his nose, bobbing his head and turning to look out at the lake. He wanted answers and this was the best way to get them…plus torturing people was his favorite pastime. As Mike was secured to the chair, he slept on, oblivious to the impending doom that was waiting for him when he woke up.
~+SUITS+~
Harvey impatiently tapped his foot as he looked down at his watch for the tenth time. Mike should've been back at least half an hour ago. Even with the walk and a possible line at the coffee shop, there was no reason for the kid to be gone for nearly an hour. He sighed, trying to focus on the work in front of him, but anger, frustration, and a small hint of concern was keeping his mind occupied. He grumbled and soon gave in to the curiosity, picking up his phone and dialing Mike's number. He became even more angry when it rang a few times and then went to voicemail.
Dammit. "Mike, where the hell are you? It doesn't take an hour to get coffee. If you're trying to prove some type of point or you're off sulking, knock it off. We have work to do and I'm not in the mood for your petty behavior. Call me back immediately." He hung up and pinched the bridge of his nose. Something wasn't right; he knew deep down Mike wasn't off acting like a child. No matter how pissed the kid was, he wouldn't jeopardize a case. Harvey swiveled his chair and looked out the window. He really hoped Mike was off moping around and not something else. Where are you, kid?
Back at the Camp
Mike's kidnappers were getting impatient. It had been nearly fifteen minutes and the blonde was still unconscious so they decided to speed things up. Glenn, the leader, gestured for Elroy to fill up a bucket of water and pour it over the man. Mike gasped in shock as he immediately came to, shivering and choking as much as he could with the duct tape over his mouth. He blinked wildly, his vision doubling and his head pounding making him feel nauseous. Mike moaned and looked around, seeing six people standing in front of him…no wait, three. God, his head hurt so much. Once his eyes focused, he pulled on his restraints and grunted angrily.
"Oh you want to say something?" Glenn asked, coming up to him and ripping the tape from his mouth.
Mike hissed and breathed heavily. "W-Who are y-you?" He trembled, pulling on the bindings again. Being soaked to the skin plus the cold weather wasn't a great combination, but these guys didn't care. "W-What do y-you want?"
"Well, Mike, and yes I know who you are; I also know who Harvey Specter is."
"G-Great…he p-piss you off t-too?" Mike grumbled.
Glenn smirked. "One of the many, Mr. Ross. And what I want from you is information. I work for a guy named Eric Woodall, heard of him? Anyways, he's still pretty pissed at you about the whole collusion and bribery and not being able to take down Harvey, but he knows you both were lying. If you want to live, you will admit that Harvey is guilty of collusion and bribery. Now we know you didn't budge with Eric, but I'm not him…I don't have to follow the laws and I certainly don't have to hold back when it comes to torturing you for answers."
"G-Go…t-to…hell," Mike growled. "I'll never t-turn on h-him. And that was weeks ago." Harvey may be an asshole, but he was still family and he wasn't letting the man go to jail. If they had never met, Harvey wouldn't be in this situation in the first place. Neither of them would.
"Have it your way then." Roger, the other kidnapper, passed something to Glenn and Mike recognized it as a nail gun. Before he had time to protest, Glenn placed it on his thigh and pulled the trigger. Mike shouted in pain, throwing his head back and gasping erratically. He barely had time to recover before Glenn shot his other leg and his shoulder. When he was done, Mike was left shaking in agony, tears streaking his face and blood seeping out of his wounds.
"Do you want to talk now?!" Glenn shouted.
Mike just shook his head. He didn't know why he was saying no, but he did know that even if he gave Harvey up, these guys would still kill him.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Wrong answer, Mikey. Elroy, get the knife."
Mike watched nervously as Elroy disappeared for a few moments before returning with a large serrated knife. "P-Please don't."
"Are you gonna roll on your boss?"
Mike swallowed, giving the stupidest answer and hating himself for it. "N-No."
The knife was passed to Glenn. "You brought this on yourself, kid." In a swift movement, the knife plunged into his shoulder and Mike bit back a yelp, not wanting to give these guys the satisfaction of hearing his pain. The blade was removed violently and Mike choked a sob. Glenn stabbed him three more times, twice in the leg and once in his side. Mike could hardly breathe, he was in so much agony; he just wanted to pass out, but they wouldn't let him, continuously splashing buckets of water on him if he closed his eyes for more than five seconds. His body soon became numb. He wanted to die, why couldn't they just kill him already? He didn't know how long the torture had been going on, but by the time Glenn started punching him in the face, he was almost completely numb and barely lucid. His head rolled on his shoulder and his chin dropped to his chest, unable to keep it upright.
"Ah, ah, ah," Glenn said as Elroy poured more water over the blonde's trembling body, forcing him to lift his head. "No passing out. Not until you tell us Harvey was colluding. You tell us and we'll put you out of your misery."
Mike just groaned, weakly shaking his head.
"Wow, you're much more stubborn than I thought. It's been almost an hour; you're willing to die to keep Harvey out of jail?"
Mike blinked sluggishly. He could barely feel his body, his face was pulsing dully, knowing that if he wasn't a human popsicle it would be hurting a lot worse. Was that what he was doing? Sacrificing his own life so that Harvey wouldn't go to jail? It seemed like an uneven punishment, but he was already so deep in, there was no point in bringing Harvey with him. And still, no matter which way he decided to go, they were going to kill him. Just slower. "Y-Yes."
Glenn nodded. "Okay, then. We'll try one more thing; if this doesn't get you to talk, I don't know what will."
Mike's eyes threatened to roll to the back of his head, but he needed to be ready to fight for his life…if there was even a point anymore. All of a sudden, a towel was pulled over face, forcing his head back. He let out a muffled shout, but knew it would do nothing to help him. And then he heard the sound of running water by his ears.
"One last chance, Mikey."
He cried softly, but didn't respond.
"Alright then."
They water boarded him. It was one of the scariest things in his life. He couldn't breathe…they were drowning him. On and off again; they would bring him to the brink of death and then stop. He just wanted it to end. "P-Please," he choked, when they gave him a break. "Just…just kill me already."
"No, that would be too easy," Glenn chuckled. "It will be a slow and painful death for you if we don't get the answers we want."
"Hey boss," Roger said, coming back from wherever he had gone. "I think this is his phone, it must've dropped when we carried him over here." Before Glenn had a chance to say anything, the phone buzzed in Roger's hand and he grinned.
"I wonder if Mr. Specter finally realized you were missing."
Harvey? Shit, the guy was probably pissed about not getting his coffee. He watched sluggishly as Roger passed the phone to Glenn. The man contemplated answering it and the decided to bring it over to Mike. "Answer it."
Mike shook his head and Glenn sneered, grabbing the blonde's face harshly. "Answer it or I'll stab you again."
Mike swallowed and nodded. Mike took a deep breath as Glenn pressed the green button and put the phone on speaker
"H-Hello?"
"Mike? Where the hell are you? You've been gone for an hour."
"Y-Yeah, um…ab-about that…"
"Mike are you okay? You sound weird."
"M'f-fine."
"Mike, what's wrong. Talk to me. I know something is up. Are you in trouble?"
Mike opened his mouth, but Glenn took the phone away and turned away. "He's in a lot of trouble, Harvey. In fact, he probably won't make it out of this alive."
The other end of the line was silent for a brief moment before Harvey spoke again, sounding angry. "Who are you? What the hell do you want with Mike?"
"We want nothing with your boy, Harvey, he's just leverage. What we really want is you."
"Then take me. Tell me where you are and I'll switch places with him."
"You didn't let me finish. You see, Mikey here, he's already dying and once he's dead, there will be no point in having you. We've been trying to get him to roll on you; we were hired by someone you know very well and it doesn't seem like Mike wants to cooperate."
"What are you talking about? Who hired you?"
"That's for us to know and you to never find out. Until Mike admits you were colluding during the Ava Hessington case, no one is going anywhere. Or maybe if you go to the SEC and turn yourself in, Mike will die quickly and painlessly. I'll send you a picture of your associate soon to help sway your decision. But the clock's ticking, Specter; he doesn't have much time. You have half an hour." Glenn hung up before Harvey could respond and Mike let out a dejected sigh. Harvey was never going to give himself up.
"I sure hope Harvey isn't as dumb as you," Glenn said, snapping a picture of the blonde, the flash making him cringe. "Because if he is, it doesn't bode too well for you."
~+S+~
Harvey sat at his desk, horrified as he stared at the picture that was sent to him. Mike looked…he was really dying. His face was covered in bruises, his shirt was soaked with what seemed like water and blood. God only knew how many times Mike was stabbed or shot or whatever made those wounds. Harvey closed his eyes, trying and failing to get rid of the image. What the hell was he gonna do? He knew Eric Woodall was behind all of this, but that was something to deal with later. He had an hour to find Mike. He didn't want to admit to something he hadn't done, especially a crime that would make him lose his bar license and get him thrown in jail. However, at the sight of the kid, he just might have to do that if he couldn't find him in time.
"Harvey? Harvey, what's wrong?"
He looked up to see Donna standing at his desk, her brow furrowed in confusion. How long had she been standing there? He sighed, showing her the picture of Mike, her hand immediately flying up to her mouth in surprise.
"Oh my god. W-What…is that Mike? What the hell happened?"
"I don't know," Harvey said, rubbing his forehead. "I sent him for coffee over an hour ago, he didn't come back, I called a few times, he didn't answer and then I called again and he…he answered, but sounded really bad. Then they hung up and sent me that."
"W-What did they want?" Donna asked, wiping her tears and sitting down.
"They want me to admit that Mike and I colluded. They're working for Woodall."
"Oh my god. What are you going to do? You have to go confess or something, we can't let them hurt Mike any more than he is!"
"I'm gonna go find him."
"And if you don't? What happens if you don't find him?"
"Then I'll have to turn myself in."
"Harvey-"
"Donna, I'm not letting him get killed for something I did. Now, see if you can track Mike's phone."
Donna swallowed thickly and nodded, heading to her desk. It only took her a few moments, even while Harvey was annoyingly standing over her shoulder. "It's off, Harvey."
"Son of a bitch." He went back into the office and grabbed his coat.
"Where are you going?" Donna asked.
"I'm going to find him myself."
"Harvey…he could be anywhere."
"I know. Keep tabs on his phone."
The secretary nodded and watched as Harvey disappeared down the hall. She couldn't get that image of a beaten Mike out her mind. Even if Harvey did find the pup, would he get to him in time? With a sigh, she sat down in her chair staring at her computer, hoping a little dot would show up, telling her where their kid was.
~+S+~
Harvey drove himself and he pulled to the curb next to the coffee shop. Part of him wished he had sent Mike to the coffee cart. At least the kid would've been closer or maybe the clerk would've seen something. Getting out of the car, he tightened his jacket around his body to keep in the warmth as he tried to figure out where to go. It was freezing and by the looks of the picture, Mike was being held outside. Biting the inside of his cheek, he walked inside the building and asked one of the baristas if they had seen Mike come in.
"Yeah, he got two coffees," the woman said. "One red eye and another black with two sugars."
"Did you see which way he went?"
"No, but I know he left."
Harvey clenched his jaw. This was a start, sort of. "Okay, thanks." Exiting the building, he decided to start heading the way to the firm, assuming that was the way Mike went. He shook his head, feeling stupid; he had to think the way the younger man would. An annoyed, sulking Mike wouldn't want to be walking in the crowd and would want to take the quickest route. There was a back way to the firm and Harvey detoured, going down that street. And that's when he saw two cups on the ground, the coffee spilt and already disappeared into the asphalt. Mike was here…this is where he was taken from. Of course there was no way to tell which way the kidnappers came from or which way they drove. They knew Mike would take this way. Had they been watching the kid? Had they been watching both of them? The thought was chilling. Harvey looked down at his watch and swore. He was already down to fifteen minutes and had no idea where to go next. Running a nervous hand through his hair, he went back the way he came; time was running out. When he was nearing the car, Harvey's phone buzzed in his pocket and he answered it quickly. It was Mike's phone again; he really hoped Donna was still tracking it.
"Hello? Mike?" Before he heard a response, though, his phone beeped twice, indicating the battery was dead and it was shutting off. "No, no, no!" He ran to the car in a panic. This couldn't be happening right now. Getting in the front seat, he grabbed the charger and plugged it in, anxiously willing it to turn on. He never felt as scared as he did right now; when the phone finally lit up, with shaky fingers, Harvey redialed Mike's number. "Come on, come on, pick up." Once the line clicked, he prayed he hadn't pissed off Mike's kidnappers too much. But it was silent. Silence was unnerving.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Specter, you made a huge mistake hanging up."
"I didn't hang up I-"
"I don't want to hear your excuses. You screwed up."
"Wait. Please just give me another chance."
"You're too late. You'll never see your boy alive again." And with that, the line went dead, leaving Harvey speechless. He was about to fall into a pit of dread when his phone rang again. He felt sick to his stomach, but maybe it was the kidnappers giving him his second chance. Or maybe it was Mike and he got away somehow.
"Mike?"
"No, Harvey, it's me Donna."
"Oh. What is it?"
"I tracked Mike's phone. It turned on not too long ago. Did you talk to him?"
"No…I…I screwed up. But I don't have time to explain, just tell me where he is."
Donna gave him the directions and Harvey sped off, not caring if he was breaking any laws. He was terrified what he was going to find when he got there. The lawyer breathed heavily, chewing on his lip and praying that when Mike left earlier, it wouldn't be the last time he saw the kid alive. And the closer he got to the destination, the more uneasy he felt. It was basically in the middle of nowhere, a cabin hidden by the trees, but not enough to be invisible. Harvey swallowed thickly and got out and carefully surveyed his surroundings. It didn't look like the kidnappers were there, but he couldn't be too careful. When he reached the cabin, he climbed onto the porch; his heart sunk when he saw the chair, covered in blood. There was a nail gun, a knife, and cut rope on the ground as well…but where was Mike? Harvey scanned the area and then something caught his eye. A body floating in the lake. Mike's body.
"Oh god. No!" He jumped off the porch and bolted towards the water; his heart beat painfully against his chest as he waded towards Mike. "Oh god, please no." The kid was face down and he wasn't moving. "M-Mike?" He shivered, gently flipping the blonde over. He choked at the sight, cradling the limp upper body in his arms. The younger man's face was waxy and gray besides the bruises and swollen parts, his lips were a dark shade of blue and his chest wasn't moving. "Mike? Come on buddy." He was afraid to know how long the kid had been floating here. Tightening his grip around the small body, he pulled Mike out of the water, dragging him to shore and laying him gently down on the ground. God, there was so much blood. What if he had been too late? After removing the kid's tie, Harvey bent forward, hovering his ear over Mike's slightly open mouth. Nothing. He did it again over Mike's chest, praying to hear a heartbeat…but there was still nothing. Mike was dead. This couldn't be real. This had to be some kind of joke.
"Mike, say something. Please say something!" He shouted, slapping the man's face. "Wake up, dammit! You don't have my permission to leave me kid!" Not again. "Shit." He placed his hands over Mike's chest and began CPR. "Come on, come on. Breathe dammit!" He moved onto the rescue breaths, checking his still non-existent heartbeat and then going back to compressions "Fuck! Mike, you don't get to do this!" He failed. Mike was dead because of him. He was never gonna be able to live with himself; he could've just turned himself in. He could've gotten the kid out of this right away, but he had been too pigheaded. Stupidly thinking that he could find Mike himself when it would near impossible unless he had more information to bring to the police. However, by then, it probably would've been too late. Water dripped down his face-or maybe it was tears- as he finished his third round of CPR with no change. "Oh god. Mike, wake up idiot, wake up!" He scanned the area, desperately trying to figure out what to do. And he was desperate which felt weird, because that was never an emotion he really experienced full on. Not until he met Mike. Not until this stupid kid wormed his way into his life, making him feel the need to be protective like he had to his real little brother. But that's what Mike was…his pain in the ass little brother. God, what was he gonna tell Donna? Rachel? Shit, he completely forgot about Rachel; she was going to be-
All of a sudden, Mike's body jerked underneath his hands and he began gasping and choking on the water in his throat. Harvey's heart skipped a beat, completely shocked at what was happening, but quickly turned the blonde over on his side, patting his back to help expel the water from his lungs.
"That's it buddy, that's it. You're okay now, just breathe." His heart started to slow down a little, but he knew Mike needed the hospital soon and there was no way an ambulance would get here and back in time before something else happened. He sighed and continued to watch Mike pant for air, offering comfort; the kid's body was trembling violently under his touch and Harvey hoped he had some type of blanket in the trunk. They were both soaked to the bone, but the kid needed it the most. Once Mike relaxed a little, Harvey tried to get the man's attention, but he seemed completely out of it.
"Mike?" Harvey rolled him back over to see that the blonde's eyes were barely open. "Okay, alright, I'm gonna get you out of this hellhole." It took a lot of maneuvering, but Harvey managed to get Mike to his feet even if he was basically carrying him. Slowly, they moved to the car and Harvey gently placed the barely conscious man into the passenger seat before running to the driver's side and popping open the trunk. "Thank god," he breathed when he saw a thick blanket tossed in the back. He grabbed it and went back to Mike, wrapping it around the man's shaking, bleeding body as much as he could. "You're gonna be okay, kid," he said, briefly cupping the man's cold face. "I'm gonna get you to the hospital and they're gonna give you the good drugs."
Of course, Mike didn't respond, probably because he didn't know what he was saying or what the hell was going on, but Harvey was happy the man was alive. After getting into the car, he started the engine and cranked the heat before peeling out onto the road. He drove fast, probably faster than he's ever driven, but Mike's life was on the line, he couldn't afford to be following the speed limit. He kept glancing over at the blonde, trying not to be worried about his constantly paling face or the fact that his lips were still blue or that he could see blood seeping through the blanket.
"Mike, come on, stay with me here," he said, shaking the blonde's shoulder.
Mike sluggishly pulled himself away from the window and rolled his head towards Harvey's voice. Eyes blinking, he looked over with a frown. Where the hell was he? The last thing he remembered was being hit over the head. He wasn't completely knocked out, but everything hurt and he couldn't move his limbs. Then he felt cold water, wondering if Glenn was trying to wake him up again or maybe water board him, but his whole body was immersed and he couldn't breathe. Only then did he realize he had been thrown into the lake, left to die. So was he dead? Why did it feel like he was in a car? Why did it sound like Harvey was talking to him? God, his head hurt so much, he couldn't think or see straight. It didn't feel like heaven, but he couldn't be alive…right?
"H-Ha-Harvey?" He croaked, the man's face fading in and out. He was so tired, he just wanted to sleep, but if he even tried that, Elroy would dump water on him again and he was already so fucking cold.
"Hey kid," Harvey tried to smile. "How are you doing?"
Mike squeezed his eyes, trying to get rid of the constant pounding in his skull, but it didn't work. He also felt like he was getting warmer and the warmer he got, the more pain he could feel. He almost wished for more water to be splashed onto him.
"Mike? You with me?"
He moaned, his chest growing tight. This wasn't real; maybe this whole thing was just a nightmare. Or maybe he was unconscious and Glenn wasn't waking him up yet. Yeah, that had to be it. This whole thing with Harvey was just a dream; it must be his escape, hoping that Harvey would save him, but he'd never come since they were in the middle of nowhere.
"I didn't tell 'em, Harv…" he mumbled. His battle to stay awake was becoming a huge struggle.
"What?"
"I w-wouldn't…I didn't tell 'em. Couldn't l-let you…g-go to j-jail."
"Mike what are you talking about?" The kid was really out of it. It was scaring him. He pressed harder on the gas pedal, hoping it wasn't much longer until he reached the closest hospital.
"Woodall…I didn't t-tell 'em…didn't admit…we…were c-colluding…weren't colluding. D-Don't be mad."
Harvey sighed. "Mike, you should've told them. You shouldn't have to sacrifice yourself for me."
Mike stared at him drowsily before his eyes closed and his body went slack, his breathing rough and heavy.
"Mike?" Harvey leaned over and slapped the blonde's face. "Mike! Shit. Come on, we're almost there, just hang on a little longer." And by the time they reached the hospital- a very small hospital in Mount Sinai- Mike was barely breathing. His body had slumped into the chair and his skin was near transparent. Harvey carried his weightless body into the hospital, shouted for help and immediately, Mike was put on a gurney and taken away. Harvey was given a blanket and also offered some dry scrubs in place of his wet suit, but he declined, insisting he'd be okay. Once he sat down, he felt all the energy drain out of his body. Between worrying about finding Mike, finding him dead, giving CPR, driving like a madman to the hospital, and making sure the kid stayed alive had taken a huge toll on his body. He had to call Donna, she was probably wondering what had happened, but he was so tired. Closing his eyes for a few moments wouldn't hurt right?
~+SUITS+~
Harvey had a hard time waking up when someone started shaking his arm. He was still tired and just wanted to sleep forever, but then he remembered Mike. The doctor was there and told him about Mike's critical condition. Although, the kid was breathing on his own, albeit weak, he was in pretty bad shape. Apparently, Mike's kidnappers had shot him with a nail gun in three different places, stabbed him in each thigh, his shoulder and his side which nicked his spleen. He was suffering from blood, loss, severe hypothermia, a pretty bad concussion that led to a cracked skull and a small bleed in his brain, a few fractured ribs, water in his lungs, and an infection that was bringing his fever up to 103°. His face was littered with bruises, his lip was busted, and his right eye was slightly swollen. Harvey was surprised Mike was breathing on his own, but proud; it meant the kid was fighting. The doctor said Mike was still unconscious, but should wake up within the next day. He was going to be sore for a while and then there were the mental issues of what happened. Harvey didn't even want to think about it right now. When he went into the blonde's room, he tried not to let his emotions fail him. But it was difficult; it was so damn difficult to see Mike lying there, fighting for his life, wrapped in bandages, sweating, shivering and looking miserable overall. And it was all because of him; Mike had been covering for him.
"Jesus Christ, kid," he sighed, sitting down next to the blonde, grasping his hand. It was so cold. Almost like he was dead. "I'm here now, Mike. You're safe." He listened to the man's wheezing breaths for a few moments, staring at his pained face before deciding it would be best to call Donna and let her know things were okay…well, not okay, but as good as they were going to get right now. Taking a deep breath, Harvey brushed Mike's damp hair back from his forehead and then left the room to call Donna.
It was late when the woman showed up and Harvey was sleeping. She didn't dare wake him, because after he told her what had happened, she didn't blame the older lawyer for being dead tired. Smiling sadly, she grabbed the blanket that had fallen on the floor and draped it over Harvey's form before going to sit on the bed beside Mike. He looked horrible, sweat coating his forehead, his brow slightly furrowed and his breathing raspy. Donna placed a hand on his cheek, stroking it with her thumb and sighing.
"Oh Mike." It had been terrifying not to know what had happened to him or to Harvey. She waited by the phone for nearly three hours before finally getting a call from the man. He didn't go into detail about what happened to the kid, but by the sound of his voice and the condition of Mike, she could tell it had been bad. Running her fingers through the blonde's hair, Donna could tell it was comforting him, so she continued for about fifteen minutes until Harvey grunted, jerking awake.
"D-Donna?" He yawned, rubbing his eyes. "When did you get here?"
"Twenty minutes ago."
"Why didn't you wake me?"
"You looked like you needed the sleep. How are you doing?"
"I'm fine."
Donna snorted, but didn't comment.
"Did he wake up?"
"No."
Harvey let out a dejected sigh, scratching his head and getting out of the chair while looking at the time. It was nearing ten o'clock, but he didn't plan on going home anytime soon. Not without Mike. He was gonna need coffee. A lot of it.
1 ½ Days Later
Mike woke up briefly around one in the morning. He was confused, still completely out of it and when Harvey tried talking to him the man just looked at him tiredly before falling back asleep. He was gonna try and call Rachel, but then remembered she was on a cruise with her parents and had no cell reception. It was actually a good thing; she wouldn't have to worry. The next time he opened his eyes, it was noon and he was a little more aware of his surroundings. He still looked sick but the doctor said that was normal since Mike's immune system had been weak to begin with due to an oncoming cold. The infection was clearing, though slowly, and his wounds were healing.
"Hey," Harvey said, placing his hand on the blonde's arm to get his attention.
Mike blinked at him and then scanned the room. "W-What…where am I?"
"The hospital."
"Not dead?"
"Would I really be part of your heaven?" Harvey smirked.
Mike smiled weakly and sighed. "Thought for sure…they'd killed me."
"So you remember what happened?"
"Yeah…unfortunately." Mike sniffed, trying to get the images out of his mind even though it was impossible with his memory. "S'it over?"
"Yeah, kid, it's over."
"What about Elroy…Glenn?"
"Is that what their names are? How many were there?"
Mike frowned. "You mean you didn't get them? How am I alive?"
"Donna tracked your phone…I barely got to you in time. You were…they had dumped you in the water. I thought you were dead; I had to give you CPR and drive you here."
"They're still out there?" Mike said fearfully. "Oh my god, they're gonna find me again. Harvey, once they find out I'm not dead, they're gonna kill me."
"Mike, calm down. I'm not gonna let that happen, I promise. No one is hurting you again; not on my watch. You've been here for a while. Donna has made a few calls. Woodall was taken in, he confessed and the police are looking for the guys. They're not gonna find you, Mike. You're safe now."
"But-"
"Stop. Trust me; nothing is gonna happen. Now tell me everything."
Mike pursed his lips, trying to relax. "There were three of them. Glenn was the leader and then there was Elroy and Roger. Those two are the ones that kidnapped me after I left the coffee shop. They tr-tried to get me to tell them you were colluding. I wouldn't and they…they tortured me. They stabbed me so many times, poured water on me…water-boarded me. I was so cold; I couldn't feel anything. I was ready to die." He wiped the tears from his eyes, refusing to let them fall. "Last thing I remember is floating. I didn't say anything to them, Harvey, I promise."
"Well, you should've."
"Huh?"
"Mike, you nearly died…I really thought…you should've told them. I would've dealt with the consequences when they came, but my life is not worth yours."
Mike swallowed and looked down at his hands. Harvey sighed and leaned forward, squeezing the blonde's good shoulder. "I'm proud of you though. Don't forget that."
The corner of Mike's mouth twitched upwards. "Thanks."
Harvey smiled back. "Get some rest, you look like shit."
Mike just rolled his eyes before letting them shut. Once Harvey knew Mike was asleep, he sat back in the chair, exhaling deeply. Mike had basically almost sacrificed his life to save him. He had been tortured relentlessly and left for dead and yet, Mike didn't say a word. He could hear Donna's voice in his head: "No more loyalty speeches, huh." No more indeed. Mike was more loyal than anyone he's ever known.
Around seven at night, after the doctor had checked his wounds, his breathing, his concussion and confirming that his temperature was back to normal, Mike was released from the hospital…but into Harvey's care. Mike protested, but was told that someone needed to keep an eye on his concussion and wake him up from time to time, especially since Rachel wasn't around. Mike was in a lot of pain, however, so nurse gave him a dose of morphine before they left…which was bad for Harvey, because now he had a drugged up, hardly lucid kid on his hands.
By the time they reached Harvey's place, the drugs were wearing off and Mike was having a hard time standing. His breaths were coming out in pants and his face was pale and sweaty.
"Almost there, kid. Almost there."
"E-Everything…hurts."
"I know, just breathe through it. Donna, can you get his pills ready?"
"Already on it," the woman replied.
While Donna dealt with the medication, Harvey helped Mike to bedroom and sat him on the bed.
"W-Wait," Mike huffed. "This…is your…r-room. N-Not the c-couch?"
"Mike, you need all the rest you can get right now and the couch is not as comfy as you may think."
"What about…y-you?"
"Don't worry about me." He wasn't going to be sleeping much anyways.
Mike gave him a look but nodded just as Donna came into the room, a glass of orange juice in one hand and his pills in the other. Quickly, he swallowed them down and a few minutes later, he was out cold. Donna stroked his still bruised face and then pulled the blankets up to his shoulders before they both left the room.
"You think he'll be okay?" Donna said quietly.
"Of course he will, it's Mike," Harvey smirked.
"What did the doctor say?"
Harvey poured himself a glass of scotch. "Wake him up every couple of hours, check and redress the wounds every four days, make sure he's breathing okay and then take him to check-ups once a month for the next three months."
Donna smiled. "You're a good guy, Harvey, no matter how many people think you're an asshole."
Harvey laughed. "I'm still an asshole, don't let this fool you."
Donna rolled her eyes. "Are you gonna be alright? Do you want me to stay?"
"I got it, go home and rest."
"You should rest too, Harvey, you look horrible."
"Thanks," Harvey replied sarcastically, taking another sip of scotch. But he wasn't sleeping, at least not heavily. He had a feeling the full gist of what happened to Mike hadn't hit the kid yet. It was only a matter of time and when it did, who knows how bad it'd be.
A few hours passed; Donna left, Harvey was eating a salad, listening intently for any sounds of distress from Mike. Thankfully, so far, there had been nothing. During that time, Harvey woke the kid up once, earning a weak glare before letting him fall back asleep. There was nothing alarming, sometimes the harsh coughing enough to make Harvey briefly check on the blonde, but nothing horrible. It wasn't until midnight when Harvey was getting comfortable on the couch and starting to doze off when he heard a choked sob come from the bedroom. Here we go. Harvey stood and padded towards the room, pushing open the door, expecting to see Mike sitting up. But he wasn't; instead, Mike was still curled on his good side, hugging a pillow to his face and visibly shaking.
"N-No…please…please stop."
Nightmare.
"I won't…I'm not t-telling you."
Harvey pursed his lips and went to go wake Mike up, but was startled by the sharp, pained cry eliciting from his mouth. He was getting tortured even in his sleep. Sighing, the older lawyer sat down on the bed and shook the blonde's shoulder. "Mike…Mike, wake up."
"I'm s-sorry Harvey…I'm sorry. I didn't say anything. I promise."
"Jesus. Mike, wake up, you're having a nightmare."
Mike's body twitched and then his eyes snapped open, breathing heavily as he glanced around the room. "H-Harvey?"
"Hey."
Mike sat up and rubbed his eyes. "What are you doing here?"
"You were having a nightmare."
"Oh…um…sorry, did I wake you up?"
"No, I was just watching the game. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Bullshit. You're not fine."
Mike just looked away.
"I'm serious, kid. What you went through, it's not something a person forgets…and with your memory-"
"I know, you don't have to remind me," Mike snapped, laying back down and turning away from Harvey. "I'm fine, just leave me alone."
Harvey sighed through his nose. He knew the kid was struggling and that he'd need time; neither of them were people that liked to share their personal issues. Or maybe Mike didn't feel like he could share it with him. He didn't exactly come off as the caring type that often.
"Alright, fine; if you want to talk, I'll be in the living room." He awkwardly pat the kid's back before leaving the room.
Mike listened as Harvey left and when he did, the blonde exhaled, a few tears escaping. He was no longer drugged up, so he didn't just fall asleep right away…but when he closed his eyes, he was back with Glenn, getting stabbed and water poured over him and beaten. Harvey was right, with his memory, this would be something he'd never forget. He knew he should talk to someone about it instead of bottling it up, but what would Harvey think? That he was weak? Pathetic? Being a baby? But the man's invitation to talk had sounded genuine, maybe he should give it a shot. What was the worst that could happen? Wiping his face, he, slid out of bed and found Harvey at the kitchen counter, pouring himself some water. The man lifted his head when he heard Mike clear his throat.
"That was quick. I thought you wanted me to leave you alone."
"I'm sorry…you were right, I'm not fine."
Harvey smiled sadly and dipped his head in the direction of the couch and Mike went to go sit down. Harvey joined him not long after, handing the blonde a glass of water.
"Thanks." Mike stared at the TV for a moment and he knew Harvey was waiting for him to say something. "Before when I was…when I was in the hospital and then when I was on the medications, I didn't really have time to think. My brain was all fuzzy, so I couldn't remember. I liked it, actually; for once I could just forget everything. Now that it's clear, all I can do is remember. I close my eyes and all I can see…all I can feel…I can even smell my own blood." He sniffed. "I really thought that was it, you know? I didn't think you would ever find me and I knew that even if I did tell them something, they'd kill me anyways. You might think this is pathetic, but I was scared, Harvey." He looked up at the older man and Harvey could see the tears pooling in the kid's eyes. "I was really scared and being in the pain that I was in…I just wanted them to kill me."
"It's not pathetic, Mike, you went through hell. I don't blame you for how you're feeling. I understand. But you beat the odds and you're still alive."
"Yeah well, it doesn't really do good if they're still out there. What if they find me? They didn't wear masks for a reason, Harvey. They weren't gonna let me leave that place alive."
"Hey, relax; I told you this already, they're not gonna find you. Not if I can help it."
Mike let out a shaky breath. "Why are you being so nice to me?"
Harvey smirked, but sobered up quickly. He stared at the blonde's bruises; it was going to be weeks before they disappeared. "Mike, you're family and I'll do basically anything for you…you know except like the really personal things like tell you what sex position is best or what curtains would look good in your living room."
Mike laughed a little.
"But things like this, if you need advice, if you need a place to stay, if you're in trouble, I'll always be your guy. When they sent me that picture, when I found you…face down in the water…dead, I was terrified. I thought it was it for you. I thought I wouldn't be able to get you back and the guilt that I felt, and still feel, was overwhelming. This never should've happened to you; I didn't know Woodall was capable of orchestrating something like this. And also, what I said to you before all this, it was stupid. I'm sorry, Mike."
The blonde smiled tiredly. "Thank you, Harvey, for saving my life and for everything else. And I don't blame you; I think it's basically both our faults. We're pretty screwed up sometimes."
Harvey chuckled. "Yeah, we are. You more than me, though."
Mike rolled his eyes and yawned. "Want some company?"
"Wouldn't you rather go back to bed?"
"Eh, I'm not really tired."
Harvey raised an eyebrow and snorted. "Alright." He turned on the volume and the two began watching what was left of the game. Fifteen minutes barely went by before Harvey felt a weight on his shoulder. He glimpsed over and smirked when he saw Mike was peacefully sleeping. He didn't know if the kid would still have nightmares, but it looked like the talking helped for the time being. Instead of disrupting Mike's sleep by moving, he turned down the volume and closed his eyes too, feeling like he could finally relax.
It was almost seven in the morning when Harvey woke up. His neck was aching from the uncomfortable position he fell asleep in and he knew his back wouldn't be any better. Mike was still passed out on his shoulder; he rolled his eyes and carefully, he moved while placing the blonde on his side and draping a blanket over his body. This kid was a handful sometimes. He took a deep breath and went to the counter to find his phone. It was time to find the assholes who did this. Harvey clenched his jaw in anger just at the thought; by the time he was done with them, they'd be begging for jail. No one got away with hurting his little brother.
FIN!
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