Shooting

Prompt for: Guest 11: I'm hoping for something to happen in Pearson Specter; maybe a fire or a shooting or something that requires the building to be evacuated. And of course Harvey can't find Mike inside or outside of the building and totally FREAKS, resulting in him storming inside - totally ignoring his own safety - to find his adoptive son and get him out :) Injuries of your own choice, you'll probably come up with something better ;)

Ooh, and if you set it around the current season, this can be the moment where Louis backs off Mike for being a fraud, since he now sees how important Mike is for Harvey and Donna, and is willing to let it go for Harvey's sake. (Preferably when he sees Harvey crying because he can't find Mike at first and is terrified for him) Because come on, Harvey and Louis are totally friends when it comes down to it ;)

Enjoy! Sorry that I completely skipped over this prompt; it got lost in between a mess of reviews, but hope you like it!

We're finally halfway there! Thanks to everyone including Shalimar70, Callisto-HK, Guest, Mary, Liosky and many others for reading and reviewing. Its people like you who make my day and make me proud to write these stories for you. It's as much fun for me as it is for you! Love you guys!

Also: Guest who gave me a prompt in the reviews recently, I can definitely make it into a single one-shot once I'm done with this series! :) I think that there's a prompt that I'll be writing soon where Mike is paralyzed/loses a limb so stay tuned!

When Mike walked into Pearson Specter Litt Monday morning, he expected it to be a normal day. Well, as normal as it could get with all of them. Last week, Louis had finally forgiven him about the whole 'fake lawyer' mess and things were starting to return to the way they used to be. The guy even taught him how to drive; it wasn't the most thrilling experience, because he was afraid of crashing or some other idiot driver not paying attention. His hands had gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles were ghost white and his eyes were glued on the road. Thankfully, they had made it back to the firm in one piece and Louis actually praised him for doing well on his first try. Though, he'd probably never, ever do it again, Mike was grateful Louis did that for him.

Mike sighed, walking into his office to drop his things off before going to visit Harvey. The older lawyer's plan had been a clever one; after the whole gas station incident, he knew that right from the start, the "family road trip" had just been a ruse to get Louis to forgive them all. He was surprised how well it worked and Harvey seemed pretty proud of himself.

"Hey," he said, entering the man's office.

Harvey glanced up from his laptop and replied. "Hey, you're in early."

"Well, I'm no longer trying to avoid Louis' wrath so I decided I could get a head start on our next case."

Harvey smirked and nodded. He was glad the mess between them all and Louis was over. He was a little nervous that his road trip plan wouldn't pan out and he wasn't expecting Louis to nearly choke Mike at the gas station, but it had worked out in the end. He had to admit, seeing Louis almost kill the kid had scared him. Mike's lips had been blue when he got back to the car. Had he been in the store a little longer…he didn't even want to think about it. Just seeing the healing bruise on the blonde's neck was a big enough reminder.

"Alright, this is a pretty straightforward case; our client Carl Matthews, is accused for grand larceny and I need you to find anything there is in his files that proves he's paid for the things he supposedly stole." Harvey handed him a list of things he needed to check on and Mike scanned it quickly.

"When do you need it done by?"

"Yesterday, but yesterday was Sunday, so there's nothing I can do about it now."

Mike rolled his eyes. "So as soon as possible?"

"Preferably."

Mike chuckled and left the room. "It's good to be back." He went to the file room and looked for the boxes of their client's documents. He wasn't amused when he found three of them, who knew how long this was going to take. Sighing, he stacked them on top of each other and went to the back table, putting in his headphones and immediately diving into the work. His head was buried in files for at least two hours before he finally found everything he was looking for. Mike grinned in relief as he compiled all the expense reports and put them into a folder, ready to bring them down to Harvey. All of a sudden, just as he left the file room, he heard an array of gunshots coming from the front lobby. His heart stopped, blood running cold. Did he really just hear that? He scrambled back into the file room, breathing heavily as he heard more shots and screaming.

"Oh god," he whispered. He had to get out of there and to the back stairway. He hoped the others were okay. He was glad Rachel was still at school; he didn't want her to be subjected to this. He bowed his head, tears slipping down his face. He really hoped this wouldn't be the day he died.

Two minutes earlier, Jessica had gotten a call from the downstairs security. The officer sounded in pain and she knew he had been shot when he said there were five masked men with machine guns headed up to their floor. They were not afraid to create casualties since the other security guard was killed. She called Harvey and Louis, telling them to round everyone up as quick as they could and head for the back exit. They were nearly there when they heard the gunshots and no one thought twice about running down the stairs. It was only until Harvey was halfway down when he remembered Mike. Where was Mike? His heart thudded against his chest, hoping there was no reason to be worried.

"Harvey, what's wrong?" Donna asked, when he stopped, moving out of the way of the crowd. She knew the guy was still pissed at her for leaving last week, but she could recognize the look on her ex-boss' face and it was none other than fear.

"Mike, where is he?"

"He's probably already ahead of us; if he was in his office, Louis and Jessica would've passed it and told him what was happening. Come on, we need to go."

Harvey clenched his jaw, not feeling completely satisfied by that answer. There was a bad feeling at the pit of his gut, but Donna was probably right. Mike had to have been in his office and someone would've got him. However, when they got outside, being forced behind the police barricade- he was surprised how quick they arrived- his worst fears were confirmed. He looked everywhere, walking up and down the sidewalk where they were all watching and there was no skinny blonde to be seen.

"Mike!"

"Harvey, did you find him?" Donna asked as they both walked to the front where Louis and Jessica were standing.

"Find who?" Louis raised a brow.

"Mike," the secretary replied. "We haven't seen him at all. You don't think-"

Harvey shook his head. He didn't want to think about the huge possibility that Mike was still in the office with those guys lurking around with huge guns, their intent to kill. The 'why' was a huge question, but that wasn't something he cared about right now. Right now, he had to get Mike out of that building. Chest heaving, he paced the sidewalk, running his hand through his spikes. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. "Shit, shit, shit," he muttered. "Shit!" He thought about calling Mike, but if the kid was hiding, he didn't want to give away his spot.

"Harvey, calm down. They'll get him out of there. Maybe he wasn't even in the building."

"No…I know he was. He probably went to the file room. I told him to look for expense files on our client…he was probably in there the entire time. Oh god." He could feel a panic attack coming on. He had been trying to control them, but any thought of losing someone, especially like Donna or Mike, it made the walls close in. He bent forward, hands on his knees, loosening his tie and trying to take in a normal breath.

"Harvey? Harvey! What's wrong?" Donna said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He shook his head, wheezing until he finally regained his composure after two minutes. He closed his eyes and stood up straight, feeling almost numb.

"Harvey, what was that?"

"Nothing…I need to go up there. I need to get him out."

"Are you crazy?" Louis scoffed. "There are guys with guns in there. Who knows how many people they've killed already!"

"Harvey," Donna said. "Just take a deep breath and think rationally for a moment. We need to tell someone that he's up there."

He washed a hand down his face and Donna pursed her lips sadly. "He's gonna be okay. You have to believe that."

Harvey looked up at the building. He didn't think he could believe that. It was Mike against five men with machine guns. The odds weren't good.

Mike bit his lip. He had to make a run for it. He couldn't be in here like a sitting duck, waiting to be killed. He had to make it to the back stairwell without being seen. But the task was easier said than done. He was barely past Harvey's office when he heard more gunshots, sounding extremely close, screams getting cut off and crying…and then he felt the pain in his shoulder and his leg. What the hell? He had been hit. He held back a cry as he collapsed to the ground, not wanting to attract one of the guys to him. He glanced down, seeing his thigh was now bleeding profusely as was his left shoulder. He heard a deep voice shout and Mike knew he had to hide somewhere. Wincing, he dragged himself into Harvey's empty office and hid underneath the desk, trying to keep the grunts of agony from escaping his lips. He hoped he didn't leave an incriminating trail of blood or he definitely was going to be found.

Harvey tapped his foot impatiently, glancing at his phone, hoping for Mike to call and tell him he was okay. That he had left the firm, before all this happened, to get a coffee or something. He just got the kid back, he couldn't lose him again. Harvey couldn't take this anymore; he had to call Mike. After dialing the number, he put the phone to his ear, praying for the other line to pick up. Please don't be dead.

Mike jumped when he heard the shrill tone of his cell go off. His heart nearly stopped, knowing it would give away his location if he didn't shut it off soon. With shaky bloody hands, he ripped it from his pocket and pressed the ignore button, not even registering that it was Harvey who was trying to reach him, and ending the ringtone just as the office door opened. Mike paled and held his breath as he completely shut down his phone. He could hear the footsteps enter the room, getting closer to the desk. Mike's body trembled violently as he slapped a hand to his mouth to keep himself from crying loudly. He was not a person who cried that much, not wanting to show any weaknesses, especially since he started working for Harvey. There were only two times that he really broke down in his life. When his parents died and when his grandmother died. The two worst, major events in his life.

"Anyone in here, Matt?" A gruff voice said.

"No. I thought I heard something, but it must've come from somewhere else."

"Well, then let's go. I think we got pretty much everyone who didn't make it out. Tucker and Ben are taking the next floor up, Brian is checking the floor below us so we're gonna stay here, make sure anyone hiding doesn't make it to the door."

"Alright."

Mike listened intently as the two men left and he was left in silence. He exhaled heavily and choked a sob, hugging himself while pressing a hand to his leg wound. The blood was coming out faster now. He was cold yet his face was covered in sweat, his body felt numb and he was becoming lightheaded. How the hell was he going to get out of here?

~+SUITS+~

Harvey's fear grew when he couldn't get ahold of Mike. It rang a few times before being sent to voicemail. He tried calling again and this time it didn't ring at all. Meaning it was dead or off. "Fuck." He couldn't just stand here and do nothing; he was a man of action.

"Harvey," Jessica said, coming up to him. "We've done a headcount. Ten other people are up there including Mike."

"I could've told you that," Harvey growled and the woman raised a brow. "Sorry. Shit, that just confirms he's still…god, he's still up there Jessica." He was starting to get a panic attack again. "Shit, shit, shit."

Louis frowned sadly, watching the scene in front of him unfold. He had never seen Harvey look so vulnerable…so scared. Harvey was never scared; and these panic attacks? Since when did Harvey have panic attacks? When did Harvey panic at all for that matter? Or be protective? Maybe there was one time, but it wasn't this bad. He remembered when Harvey cornered him in the bathroom three years ago after the tennis match and convincing the kid to do drugs, using a fake drug test. Harvey had threatened that if he had made a move on Mike again…well, he didn't finish, but secretly, he was a little apprehensive about what the man would actually do.

"Easy, Harvey," Jessica said, placing a hand on his back. "They'll get him out of there."

"Alive?" Harvey snapped. He wasn't gonna stand around anymore. He had to find Mike on his own. Without a second thought, he hopped over the barrier and started walking towards the building.

"Sir, you can't go in there. Get behind the barricade."

"My assoc-my friend is still in there."

"And we're doing everything we can to get the remaining people out. Now please, go-"

Harvey growled, pushing past the officer and bolting towards the firm. He knew he was risking getting shot or tackled and possibly even detained or arrested, but he didn't care. He had to find Mike and bring him out of here alive. Surprisingly, he made it to the building and rushed up the back stairwell. By the time he reached the fiftieth level, he sat by the door, listening intently for any danger as well as trying to figure out where Mike could be. The file room? His office? Dead? No, don't think like that. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and peeked out. The coast seemed clear and he decided to go to Mike's office; upon moving throughout the hallways, staying low and cautious, he was about to pass his own office when he saw a small trail of blood and a bloody handprint on the glass doors. Biting his lip, he decided to go in; it could be Mike, it could be someone else. Making sure no one had seen him, he went inside, seeing more blood on the ground. He went to his desk, knowing that's where he'd hide in a situation like this…and what he saw was heartbreaking. Mike was underneath the desk, pale, shivering, crying softly, gasping and bleeding from his shoulder and leg.

"Oh…Jesus Christ, kid."

Mike flinched, his eyes snapping open. "H-Ha-Harvey? I thought you…I thought you got out."

"I di…I didn't, I was in the kitchen," he lied. Mike didn't need to know that he came back for him.

"W-What…about…what about D-Donna? L-Louis?" Mike trembled, having a hard time staying conscious.

Harvey pursed his lips sadly, cupping Mike's sweaty face. "They're fine."

"G-Good."

Harvey smiled a little and removed his jacket, staunching the blonde's leg wound. Mike grunted, weakly throwing his head back. "Sorry, sorry. What happened? How'd you get in here?"

"C-Coming from…file room…tried to get to the door…got shot…stray bullet maybe. I crawled h-here. Harvey…m'cold."

"Shit," Harvey whispered, now tying the jacket around Mike's leg to create a torniquent and slow down the bleeding, causing the blonde to whimper again. "We gotta get you out of here."

"G-Guy came in…almost found m-me…said t-two people on t-this floor…two on t-top floor…one on 49th floor."

"Alright, well we need to get back to the stairwell."

"H-How?"

"We stay low and keep a look out."

"C-Can't walk."

"Yes you can, I'll help you." Harvey peeked from behind the desk, making sure the coast was clear before instructing Mike to wrap his good arm around his neck while he snaked his own arm around the blonde's waist. "Okay kid, on three: one two," and on three, he hoisted Mike to his feet. The younger man let out a stifled groan. "Fuck."

"You're doing good, buddy, just breathe. Alright, let's get the hell out of here."

They exited the office and stealthily walked down the hallway. Mike stumbled most of the way, breathing shakily and leaning heavily on Harvey.

"Hope I d-don't…end up…l-losing my leg."

Harvey smirked, rolling his eyes. "Stop being so dramatic kid. You'll be fine. They'll stitch you up and fill you with the good drugs."

Mike chuckled, but as they turned the corner, his smile dropped as did both of their hearts after coming face to face with a masked man and his gun.

"Well, well, well, looks like we missed a few." He raised the weapon, aiming it at them.

"Hey, hey, wait," Harvey said, putting up his hand and shielding Mike as much as he could. "You don't want to do this."

"Hold on…I know you. Mr. Harvey Specter; lawyer extraordinaire."

"Yeah? What's it to you?"

The man grinned and in a swift movement, he lifted his gun and pulled the trigger, shooting Harvey in the shoulder. The lawyer grunted in shock and pain before falling to the floor.

"Harvey!" Mike shouted, having a hard time standing on his own.

"Shut up!" The gunman sneered, hitting Mike over the head with the butt of the weapon, sending Mike to the floor as well.

Mike blinked furiously, propping himself up against the wall trying not to pass out in a time like this. Harvey needed him. "H-Harvey?" He closed his eyes and when he reopened them, Harvey was in vision. Had he blacked out?

"Hey, you alright, kid?"

"Y-Yeah. You got shot," he replied, noticing the blood seeping out from Harvey's shoulder.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me." Harvey looked at the gunman with a scowl, trying to breathe past the burning in his shoulder. It was excruciating, but he had to put it aside for now; Mike's injuries were a lot worse than his. He glanced up at the gunman who was now staring at his phone.

"What do you want from us?"

"Don't talk or I'll shoot you again. Now stay down."

Harvey clenched his jaw as he and Mike sat against the wall, trying to figure out what they were going to do. Mike looked like death; his skin was tinted gray and cold, his lips were blue and he was shivering violently. He didn't know how long the kid was gonna be able to hold out.

"H-Harvey…what's gonna happen?" Mike wheezed.

"I don't know, kid. I don't know. Just hang on, I'll figure something out." Harvey watched the man dial a few numbers and bring the phone to his ear, most likely calling the leader.

"Hey Rick, it's Matt, you'll never guess who I caught…Harvey 'freakin' Specter…what do you want me to do with him? Nothing, well…fine, I'll wait for you, just hurry up, we could get a lot of money out of this guy." He hung up and turned to them with a smirk.

"I'm not giving you guys anything, just so you know."

"Sure you will, if you don't want me to shoot you again. And this time, I'll make sure you never walk again."

"Go ahead, but your boss won't be too happy if I end up bleeding out."

The man just stared at him angrily, but knew Harvey was right. "Just keep your mouth shut."

Mike groaned, letting his head fall onto his shoulder; he was so cold, it was hard to breathe and he knew feeling lightheaded was because he had lost so much blood already. He closed his eyes, but Harvey suddenly pat his cheek to keep him awake.

"Hey, no sleeping, kid."

"Tired."

"I know, but you gotta wait until we get out of here."

"If we get out of here," Mike mumbled, blinking sluggishly. He slumped against Harvey's good shoulder.

"Hey, what happened to you being optimistic about everything?"

"A-After everything th-that's happened…you…you expect me t-to be…optimistic?"

"True."

Mike coughed and whimpered when he jostled his shoulder wound. "Oh god."

Harvey bit his lip; Mike needed to get out of here. Even if he ended up staying, he would at least get the kid to safety. "Hey!" He shouted to Matt. "You got to let him go, he's dying."

"And you think I care? You're the one we need alive, not him. Maybe I should just kill him right now." He lifted the gun and cocked it, pointing it at Mike's head.

"No! Leave him alone," Harvey growled. Great…he knew it was going to be a longshot, but he had to try. He turned to the blonde and his heart skipped a beat. Mike's eyes were shut…he was barely breathing. "Mike? Mike! Wake up." He slapped the man's face until he finally got a response.

"Hmm?" Mike's eyes fluttered open, but they were glazed over.

"Stay with me, alright. I'm not letting you leave again. Besides, I don't have to patience to be looking for a right-hand man again."

"H-Have Donna…Rachel," Mike said, struggling to lift his head up.

"They're not you."

Mike stared at him, smiling weakly. "K-Knew you…cared 'bout me. You s-saying that because…I'm dying?"

"You're not gonna die. Don't say that; you'll be fine. You gotta stay alive for Rachel, right? You proposed to her, so if you this is you trying to get out of the wedding planning, this is pretty extreme even for you."

"You're g-gonna have to tell R-Rachel…m'sorry."

"Mike-"

The gunman's phone suddenly rang and he turned his back to the lawyers. Harvey pursed his lips; this was his chance. He stumbled to his feet and swung his fist to the man's head, catching him off guard so he could tackle him to the ground, ignoring his shoulder injury. And when he got the gunman in a headlock, Harvey spun his head to the blonde.

"Mike!" He grunted loudly. "Get out of here!"

The blonde flinched and tried to get up, but before he could, the leader appeared from around the corner, hitting Harvey over the head with his own gun. The lawyer's grip weakened and he rolled to the ground.

"You made a huge mistake, Specter!" Rick said, kicking Harvey in the stomach repeatedly. "Maybe I should just kill you and your boy. You and your firm made me lose millions of dollars! My job! My family!"

Mike weakly tried to push himself up; he had to help Harvey, he couldn't just sit there and be helpless, because if he did, Harvey could get killed. With a burst of adrenaline that he somehow got, Mike got to his hands and knees, pushing himself to his feet and leaping onto Rick's back.

"L-Leave him alone!" He snapped, finally getting Rick away from Harvey. His shoulder burned and he could no longer feel his leg, which he knew was bad, but he didn't care. He wasn't letting Harvey get killed because of him. Just like he wouldn't let Harvey get thrown in jail for him. If it ever came down to the point where he was finally arrested for being a fraud, he would take the fall. It was his fault anyways. He was so focused on keeping Rick away from Harvey, however, that he completely forgot about Matt. And when he did remember, it was too late; from the corner of his eye, he saw Matt raise his gun. He heard a shot go off, he felt the excruciating pain in his side and then he slid from Rick's back and onto the ground. He was in a daze, he couldn't breathe, his whole body hurt. He just wanted to pass out. Through his blurry vision, he saw feet run past him…it looked like SWAT. Took them long enough. And then Harvey was by his side, shouting something at him, but it was all muffled. It almost felt like he was drowning, except he didn't taste saltwater…he tasted blood. Harvey looked worried…maybe even scared. What the hell was he saying?

Harvey's heart had dropped when heard Matt's gun go off and Mike immediately drop to the ground. Just as that happened, SWAT came rushing in, yelling at Matt and Rick to ditch the guns and get to the floor. Surprisingly, they complied, but Harvey didn't care; all he cared about was Mike. He crawled over to the man who was just staring at the ceiling, gasping for air and blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth. Upon a quick glance, he noticed Mike got shot in the side, the blood seeping through his shirt and onto the ground. Oh god.

"Mike? Mike!" The blonde just stared at him listlessly, not responding. "Mike, please say something!" Why wasn't he saying anything? He cupped kid's neck and sighed. "You're gonna be okay, Mike, you're gonna be fine. Just hang on a little longer. You're an idiot for pulling that stunt, you know. I could've handled them both myself. Now you got yourself shot again." He grabbed the younger man's hand and squeezed it. He didn't know if the kid could hear what he was saying, but right now, talking was all that was keeping him sane. Harvey clenched his jaw to keep his chin from shaking; crying was not an option right now, but he was actually terrified. Mike could die…it was a very real possibility right now. "Stay with me kid, stay with me." He looked up to see paramedics headed their way and when he looked down again, the blonde's eyes slid shut and his hand went limp.

"Mike? Come on, don't do this," he choked. Mike had saved his life…had risked his own life even when he had already been shot twice. If that wasn't loyalty, after everything they'd been through, he didn't know what was. "Don't leave me again, Mike. Please don't leave me."

~+SUITS+~

Harvey didn't remember passing out. He had watched Mike get hastily patched up, strapped onto a stretcher and lifted onto a gurney. He followed it outside to the ambulance, wanting to go with them, but they said there was no room. He heard his name being called, then his shoulder felt like it was on fire and then nothing. He was now laying in a hospital bed, patched up and sporting a sling, restraining his arm to his chest. Donna was sitting with him, and even though he was still slightly pissed at her for leaving, she keeping him calm at the moment. It had been nearly two hours since he had seen Mike and there was no news on him. It was making Harvey agitated. Something was wrong, right? Something had to be wrong if this is how long it was taking.

"Mike had been shot three times, hit on the head and lost a lot of blood, Harvey," Donna said, placing a hand on his arm. "It's probably going to take a while in surgery."

"Shouldn't they at least update us?" He could feel another panic attack coming on. What if Mike didn't make it past surgery? What if he was in a coma? What if he was already dead?

"Harvey, relax!" Donna said. "Just breathe, okay? Mike's gonna be fine." She had no idea Harvey could be this vulnerable…that he had started having panic attacks. She wondered when those started happening. "Harvey, calm down."

"I can't calm down, Donna. Mike…he might die."

"No he won't."

"You don't know that. You didn't see him," he snapped. "You didn't see how bad he was!" All of a sudden, he felt warmth course through his veins and he saw Donna had her finger on the morphine button. He was only able to get out a dissatisfied growl before he slipped into oblivion once more. The next time he woke up, Donna was smiling.

"Is Mike okay?" Was the first thing that came out of his mouth.

"See for yourself," she smirked, moving out of his way so he could see Mike in a similar bed a few feet from him. He actually looked…better. His face was still gray and there was a giant bruise on the side of his head. His arm was also in a sling and he knew, underneath the sheets and gown, were the other two bandaged wounds.

"I pulled some strings so you could be in the same room," Donna added.

"He looks horrible. Did the doctor say when he would wake up?"

"When the anesthesia wears off which should be soon."

Harvey sighed and laid his head back on the pillow in relief. "Thank god." He then sat up with a groan, his ribs and stomach sore from being beaten. Donna helped him out of the bed and to a chair next to Mike's bed.

"I'm sure you want some coffee, so I'm gonna go to the cafeteria and grab some."

Harvey smiled a little. "Thanks." Once Donna left, Harvey turned to the blonde and sighed. "Jesus, kid, what am a gonna do with you?" He sat there for ten minutes, Donna came back, they watched Mike together and then after half an hour, the man finally woke up. But it wasn't what they were expecting.

"Donna, he's waking up," Harvey hissed, leaning forward as Mike's eyes flickered open. It worried Harvey, a little, that the blonde's face was sweaty and his eyes were still pretty glazed over. "Mike? You with me, buddy?"

"Hmmm…H-Harv-vey?"

Harvey grinned in relief. "Hey."

"Where m'I?"

"The hospital," Donna replied. "You got shot three times, remember?"

"Yeah. Guys…came in…with g-guns…yeah. Not fun." His eyes widened a little. "R-Rachel. She wasn't th-there was she?"

"No, sweetie. She was at school, but she's on her way here now."

"G-Good. You know…I'm 'englazed' to her," he slurred, his eyes attempting to roll to the back of his head. "She said y-yes. M'glad you…s-saved m'life H-Harv…Rach…would've killed me if I died."

Harvey chuckled but Donna did not, placing her hand over the kid's forehead. He was burning up. "Harvey, go get the doctor."

"Why?"

"He's slurring his words."

"It's probably just the drugs. He was shot three times, might I remind you, they're most likely gonna have him doped to the max."

"No, this is different and he's running a fever. Go get the doctor…now!"

He didn't like that Donna was worried, because if she was worried about something, then it was serious. Harvey got up and went to the door, asking a passing nurse to get Mike's doctor. Not long after, Dr. Jackson appeared in the room along with two other nurses. Donna and Harvey were forced to step out of the way while they examined Mike who seemed to be getting more agitated.

"H-Harvey…got the papers for our case…I'll bring them to your office. S-Sorry m'late. Don't be m-mad…make it up to you…promise. W-Where's…where are my parents…have to tell them…tell them I'm g-gettin' married. They'll be pr-proud of m-me for once. So will Grammy."

Harvey swallowed. Did Mike not remember his parents and his grandmother were dead? This wasn't good. Dr. Jackson shined a penlight in Mike's eyes. "Pupils are blown, heart rate is increasing, blood pressure is dropping, temperature at 102°. We need to get him back to the operation room."

"What's going on?" Harvey asked nervously as they unlocked Mike's bed and wheeled him out the door. "What's happening to him?"

"We're not sure."

"Wait," he said, while following them down the hallway. "Is he gonna be okay?"

"I can't tell you anything, Mr. Specter. When we know, you'll know." They went into the elevator and the doors shut in his face. Harvey clenched his teeth; Mike was supposed to be okay. They said he was going to be okay and then this- whatever this is- happens? If he lost Mike after this whole ordeal…he shook his head and sat down in a nearby chair. It couldn't happen. Please god, don't let it happen.

~+S+~

It had been extremely close…and what that meant was, Mike had been extremely close to dying. Apparently there was a blood clot in his brain that had caused his previous behavior along with some intracranial swelling. It had traveled up from his stomach wound and somehow made its way to his head.

"Thankfully we found the clot just in time and it had stopped growing before causing severe neurological damage," Dr. Jackson said as he spoke to them outside Mike's recovery room. "We thinned his blood and the clot was broken down; we've taken an MRI and it doesn't seem like there are any more forming, but we'll be keeping a sharp eye on him for the next twenty-four hours. Mr. Ross is very, very lucky; it could've gone in an entirely different direction."

As Harvey sat with Mike right after, staring at the bandage wrapped around his head from where they drilled a hole into his head, the nasal cannula snaked underneath his nose or the extreme paleness of his face; he couldn't help but think about what could've happened. What if he had convinced Donna that Mike's actions we just the result of the drugs he was on? What if they hadn't been able to get rid of the clot? What if Mike had a stroke? What if he had been brain dead? He knew what would've happened if that had been the case. They'd be keeping him on life support until they could…harvest the organs. God, it killed him just to think about it; but Mike was okay. Mike was alive. Now all they had to do was wait and hope for the best. Hope that Mike didn't lose his memory, or his ability to do everyday things, or to speak or write. But for Harvey, seeing his kid like this…broken and fragile, hope was a difficult feeling for him to have. "You gotta stop scaring me, Mike. It's not funny at all."

There was suddenly a knock on the door and Harvey turned, expecting to see Rachel or Donna or even Jessica, but it was Louis.

"Hey," Louis said, biting the inside of his cheek. "How's he doing?"

"Better now."

Louis awkwardly stood in the doorway. "Donna said he was shot three times. Is that true?"

Harvey pressed his lips together, looking at Mike again. "Unfortunately."

"Shit…I'm surprised he made it through. Guess I underestimated him. I mean three times? How does anyone sur-"

Harvey rubbed his forehead. "Why are you here, Louis?"

"Right, sorry. I just…today when we all got outside…and you were…" he didn't know how to say it without sounding like he was being judgmental.

"Freaking out?" Harvey replied nonchalantly.

"Y-Yeah. I've just never seen you like that…scared. And I thought when Mike told me about you having panic attacks, he was lying, but I saw you have one and it was shocking."

Harvey just gave him a look.

"What I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry. It's clear that Mike means a lot to you, otherwise you wouldn't have risked your own life to go and get him out. Even getting shot. I know he's like a brother to you. I probably would've tried to do the same thing if Esther was in the same situation. I'm sorry for giving you guys a hard time after…you know. And for yelling at Donna. It was uncalled for."

"You're right, it was…but you can't take all the blame. You had a right to be angry for the most part. It's my fault for hiring him, but truth is Louis, I'd do it again. A millions times, I'd do it. Mike is family, he always will be no matter what and just the thought of losing him…"

Louis smiled a little. "I understand Harvey." This was the side of the lawyer he never thought would come out let alone existed. They remained in silence for a few moments before Louis cleared his throat. "When's he going to wake up, do you know?"

"No. The doctor said it could be awhile. He's been through a lot."

"Yeah, but he'll pull through. He always does."

Harvey's mouth twitched upwards. "Thanks Louis."

The older lawyer bobbed his head and left the room. Not long after, Rachel arrived, in near hysterics, and Harvey went to get food so she could have time alone with her fiancé. It was going to be a long wait.

2 ½ Days Later

Harvey was watching TV in the hospital room, drinking some crappy coffee when he heard Mike gasp. He choked on the liquid and sat up, turning to see the blonde trying to sit up, but grimacing in pain.

"Mike, hey, not so fast."

"Har-v-vey? Ugh…my head hurts." He squeezed his eyes shut before opening them again, scanning the room. "At the hospital?"

"Yeah," Harvey said, pushing the kid back against the pillows. "Hey, don't stress yourself out, alright? You're gonna end up ripping your stitches. Do you remember what happened?"

Mike rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Kind of. Guys came in…with big guns. Shot me."

"Three times to be exact."

"R-Really?"

"You don't remember that?"

"Not really. All I remember is pain…and I was scared…I thought for sure I was going to die. You…you saved me…I think. You came back and got shot for me," Mike said, gesturing to the sling Harvey was wearing.

Harvey smirked. "I guess you could put it that way."

Mike smiled back jokingly. "My knight in shining armor."

Harvey rolled his eyes and snorted. "So you admit you're a girl, because basically you're saying you were a damsel in distress."

Mike frowned. "I didn't…no, that's not what I meant. How many times have you been late because you've spent about half an hour fussing over your outfit and hair?" Mike retaliated.

"I have a reason to. Like I've told you thousands of times, it's all about appearance."

"Sure."

"Don't worry about it, Mike, I know what you meant." He had thought about telling Mike the truth, that he did actually get out of the building, but went back inside to get him. That he risked his own life to get the man he considered a brother out and away from the danger, safe and alive. But the kid didn't need to know. Not right now anyways.

Mike sighed and bobbed his head. "Good. Glad we got that cleared up. Where's everyone else?"

Harvey sat back in his chair with a grunt. "Rachel and Donna are grabbing breakfast, but they should be back soon. But before I let you go back to sleep, how are you doing?"

Mike shrugged with his good shoulder. "Physically, my arm, leg and side hurt a little. I'm sure I'm gonna have to go to physical therapy for my injuries, especially for my leg. It's not going to be fun. Getting shot isn't all cracked up to be like it is in the movies. And as for mentally…like I said, I don't remember much but…when I was trying to get out and I heard people getting shot…" Mike took a deep breath. "It was terrifying, Harvey. I thought they were going to find and kill me…I thought, when I got shot, that it was over. I don't know what's going to happen, maybe it's a good thing I don't completely remember it all, but…" he looked down at his hands, avoiding Harvey's gaze.

"I get it, Mike. I was scary for me, too. Honestly, I kind of panicked when I didn't know where you were. I couldn't stop thinking about the worst. I don't want you to feel guilty for me getting shot, either. It was my decision. I would make it again, if I had to…just like when I hired you. I know Louis forgave us all and I know this whole 'Mike's a fraud' thing has gone downhill, but I'm gonna tell you the same thing I told him. I would do a million times again. I don't regret that decision and I don't regret risking my life for you. You're family, Mike, don't forget that. And if you need to talk to someone about this, I'll be here for you."

Mike gave Harvey a small grin. "Thank you."

Harvey squeezed Mike's hand before taking a deep breath. "Do you want me to go find Rachel?"

"Actually, can you stay? I mean," Mike cleared his throat nervously. "Only if you want to."

Harvey chuckled. "Sure. Wanna watch the game?"

"And see your team lose? Of course."

Harvey scoffed. "Your team is going to lose, what are you talking about?"

"Let's raise the stakes then, five-hundred bucks."

"Do you even have five-hundred bucks?"

"Did you forget? I worked as an investment banker for three months. You know how much money I got for that?"

"Whatever. I'm just making sure you have it for when you need to cough it up to me."

"We'll see about that."

The two watched the game for about half an hour until Mike fell back asleep. Rachel and Donna came back, Harvey filled them in and then he went to get something to eat himself. When he returned an hour later, Mike was awake and smiling while he and Rachel talked. Harvey smirked; he didn't know what the future would be like, he didn't know if Mike would have a limp or constant pain in his leg, he didn't know if he would have nightmares of the incident or have a hard time returning to work, but right now, Mike seemed okay and when he wasn't okay, Harvey would be there. It had been an extremely tough, exhausting year for all of them, but they were going to get through it. They always did. Batman had Robin back where he belonged and he was never gonna let that change again.

FIN

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