Mike entered the car, and immediately the atmosphere erupted into one of emotion. Rachel and Donna both fussed over how awful he looked, and how badly he smelled, and of course, how much they'd missed him. Donna reached back from the front seat to give him a hug, forgetting for a moment that she was mad at him. Rachel was sat beside him and did the same. Laughter and tears poured out of both of them, and Mike even shed a few tears himself. God, it felt good to be back.

Even Harvey took a moment to express genuine concern before everything died down a bit, and then they were back on the road.

Mike realized then that he wasn't the only one that looked awful. Harvey had bags under his eyes, and Rachel and Donna looked like they hadn't stopped crying since he'd left. Mike's heart broke at the realization that they probably hadn't.

Soon the car was silent. Mike reached over to hold Rachel's hand, and to his relief she didn't pull away. Unfortunately, that didn't stop the tension from building. The silence grew louder as thousands of questions went unspoken, and therefore, unanswered. Harvey was the first to speak.

"Mike, what the hell happened?"

Mike was at a loss for words. He didn't know what to say. He'd been dreading this moment, even before he'd remembered everything. Mike knew he should tell them, but he couldn't bare the thought of losing Rachel. He couldn't bare the thought of having to tell Harvey that he was the reason he lost the case. Most of all, he couldn't bare having to tell them he was kidnapped and beaten, and that it all could've been avoided if he hadn't badmouthed Harvey. He wouldn't risk Rachel's life like that, and besides, he wouldn't have been ready to confess it all, anyway.

"I told you Harvey," Mike said steadily, "I don't know. Amnesia or something. Memory should come back soon enough. At least, that's what the doctor said."

Harvey pulled over suddenly, turned around in his seat, and looked directly at Mike.

"Bullshit."

Mike felt a lump rise in his throat.

"Harvey, when I told you earlier that I couldn't remember anything, I was telling the truth. It's the head wound," Mike explained.

"Maybe you were telling the truth earlier," Harvey replied, "but you sure as hell aren't telling the truth now."

It was then that Mike felt Rachel pull her hand away from his. The small gesture stung, and Mike found himself looking out the window to avoid eye contact. He didn't want anyone to see the tears building in his eyes.

"Mike," Rachel said, on the verge of tears herself, "please tell us what's going on. Whatever it is, we can help you. Unless...unless you-."

But Rachel didn't continue the sentence that everyone else feared to be true.

"Unless I ran away, and had no intention of being found," Mike finished, still looking out the window.

Everyone went quiet again. It seemed to be the theme of the night.

"Did you?" Donna asked, "have any intention of being found? Because, Mike, we didn't know what to think. People didn't know whether you'd ran away or what. Frankly, we were beginning to think the worst. Do you know what it was like to worry that you'd been murdered by some psychopath?"

Mike found himself unable to breathe. Of course he'd wanted to be found, it was all he had hoped for in the time he'd been held captive. He'd replayed every FBI style TV show he'd ever watched, praying someone would kick the door down and rescue him. At one point, when they'd neglected to give him water for a full day, he was certain that he was going to die. But they didn't know about any of that, nor could they, not if Mike wanted to keep Rachel safe.

Mike suddenly felt hot, and soon he was sweating. He took deep breaths, as breathing had become difficult, but it wasn't working. The deep breaths were both too much and too little air at the same time. He put his head in his hands and began to shake, as big wet tears slipped down his face. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he must have been having a panic attack. It was all he could do to keep from passing out.

Donna and Harvey exchanged a look, and Rachel reached over to rub his back, trying to soothe the immense amount of pain he was so obviously in.

"Mike."

It was only one word, but the concern surrounding it was almost out of character for Harvey, who had never seen Mike this upset before. Mike couldn't bring himself to lift his head out of his hands.

"Mike, you need to tell us what's going on so we can help you. I don't know what the hell happened, or if anything happened at all, but I do know that you're scaring me. I also know that we can't fix anything at all if you don't tell us what happened," Harvey reasoned.

"Mike, we love you. Whatever it is, we'll get through it. Whether you ran away, or whatever happened, we'll figure something out," Donna offered.

"You better not have ran away," Harvey grumbled.

Donna shot Harvey a look as Mike finally lifted his head up to look at Harvey. He debated telling them everything. He wanted to tell them everything.

"Harvey, I'm sorry, I don't remember," he lied, "but I know I didn't run away. You just have to trust me."

Mike wasn't able to look Harvey in the eye as he said this, and he knew that his panic attack had given away that he knew more than he was letting on. Mike didn't know what else to do, the truth just wasn't an option.

"I did trust you," Harvey bit back.

Mike said nothing in response, but instead went back to looking out the window. Harvey's face became unreadable as he turned around in his seat and restarted the car.

The drive became uncomfortably silent. Mike wanted to talk to the others, but there was suddenly a barrier between them. A barrier he'd made when he'd chosen not to tell them what happened.

After only twenty minutes, Mike's eyes grew heavy. He'd been exhausted for far too long, and soon he found himself lost within his own dreams.