Mike walked into his office tentatively, noticing that things were not the way that he had left them. Sitting down at his desk he saw a new pro bono case that had been placed right in the center. He also noticed that all the other papers he'd been working on had been pushed to the edge of his desk in a pile, made to seem less important. Mike thought that was odd, considering that Harvey had told Mike that they were of the utmost importance. Of course, he seemed to say that about all of the cases he assigned Mike.

Maybe it was a special occasion, or maybe Harvey was trying to help Mike adjust to life in the office after all that had happened. Whatever it was, there was no mistake that the note lying on top of the case was in Harvey's handwriting.

"Something for your hard work, focus on your self for a day," Mike read aloud.

Mike laughed, the gesture was nice but the phrasing of the note made it sound like he'd just been given a baseball ticket or a bottle of wine. He flipped through the case, reading intently. An older man in his mid fifties was claiming to have fallen off a horse due to a saddle malfunction, and that he wasn't the only one to have done so either. Mike figured it was worth investigating, and got ready to leave.

"I've been looking for you," Harvey said as he walked passed him in the hallway, "I want that case solved by the end of this week. We have a lot riding on this."

Mike was surprised to see Harvey here so early, but decided to make fun of that later.

"Great choice of words. 'Riding on this.' Also I've been in my office this whole time," Mike laughed.

Harvey gave Mike a look. Mike took this to mean that Harvey had found no amusement in the joke he had unintentionally made. Mike also found himself wondering what all was riding on this.

He pushed the button in the elevator humming to himself softly. With all the therapy sessions he'd been going to and his work routine, he'd finally began to feel normal again. Sure, sometimes he had nightmares and sometimes he had bad days, but they were few and far between. It seemed like everything was finally behind him.

He looked at the address he would have to drive to. It was in the middle of nowhere, but he expected nothing less for a horse ranch. He didn't like the idea of going somewhere like that alone, so he decided to go to the older man's house first. He sighed heavily. It was in a slightly abandoned part of town, which wasn't exactly known for many good things. It would be just his luck, but he was determined to help. He hailed a taxi and began the somewhat long drive to a Mr. Wineslow's house.

The cab driver had given him a look when he'd told him where he was going. His eyes seemed to say "you're going there wearing that?" But Mike did his best to ignore it. Harvey wouldn't have sent him there if he didn't think he could handle it, and he was determined to handle it.

As they approached the house and Mike stepped out of the cab (which promptly sped away, despite Mike's asking it to wait), he wondered how someone who lived here could possibly afford to ride horses at such an expensive horse ranch. But then again, maybe the man had been a worker or something.

He knocked on the door to the house and waited a long time for a response. It had to have been abandoned. It was worn down to the point of barely having a functioning roof, not to mention that the door had bounced open each time he'd knocked. Mike frowned. He must have had the wrong address.

-Harvey-

Harvey sat in his office studying the case he'd given Mike to work on. It was important that they win this. This client was a big one and he was nothing short of determined. Harvey made his way to Mike's office only to find that he wasn't there. He shrugged. The kid was probably in the bathroom. He swore he had the smallest bladder known to man. He waited impatiently for five more minutes before entering Mike's office himself. He'd just look at what work Mike had done and talk to him about it later.

Mike's desk was completely clean, which was something that didn't often happen. Harvey found the stack of papers on the edge of Mike's desk and flipped through them. Annoyance flooded him as he quickly realized Mike hadn't done any work today. All of those papers had been from weeks ago, when he'd first assigned the kid the case. He stormed off, finding himself heading straight to Donna's office.

Donna looked up from her desk sensing that something was amiss. She waited for a moment or two, before brushing it off and getting back to work. It was then that Harvey entered her office.

"Hey Donna, have you seen Mike?" Harvey asked.

Donna made eye contact with Harvey and drummed her fingers on her desk.

"I saw him this morning, same as you," Donna responded, "also thanks for the gift card. I assume it was from you, but you and I both know I don't have time for that."

Harvey gave Donna a look.

"Well first of all, you're welcome. Second of all, didn't you get my note? Also, you can just go on Friday since you scheduled off. I just figured you might as well spend it doing whatever it is that women do at those sorts of places."

Donna looked amused, but also confused.

"I didn't schedule off, and really Harvey? 'Whatever it is women do at those sorts of places.' I know for a fact that you've been to one."

Harvey rolled his eyes and brushed her comment off. Going to a spa place with a client was different than going for fun.

"Well it says you scheduled off."

"I guess I'll have to go and fix that. Oh, and by the way Harvey, there was no note."

Harvey nodded. It must have been misplaced, but he had bigger things to worry about than a missing note. It looked like he was going to have to work on this case himself since Mike couldn't be bothered to come back from wherever he'd run off to. He walked back to his office borderline furious. Mike had to know how important this case was. Where was he?

-Mike-

Mike attempted to call Harvey only to find that he had no service. He was definitely calling that cab company to complain later on. It looked as though he was going to have to walk all the way back, or at least until he hit civilization.

As he started to walk back he began to put together how weird all of this was, like something out of a horror movie. Suddenly, he had a bad feeling. A car turned onto the street he was walking on. He was about to try and flag it down, but then he recognized it.

"This can't be happening, this cannot be happening, why am I so stupid?" Mike mumbled to himself as he ran in the opposite direction.

The car window rolled down as it pulled up next to Mike and kept pace.

"You don't really think that you can outrun a car, do you? I thought you were supposed to be some sort of genius."

Mike ignored him and kept running, assessing his options. He could probably hide in one of the warehouses. He winced. He should have recognized that this was a bad idea back when he first read the address.

"What, you aren't happy to see me? Come on Mike, all you're doing is wearing yourself out. Here, I'll get out of the car and we can talk."

Mike scoffed. No, he wasn't at all happy to see Matthew Gonzalez. In fact, he was terrified. There was no way in hell he was going to talk to him. He turned around and ran back to where he'd originally come from, aware that Matthew would have to do a three point turn on that tiny road, which would hopefully take a while. He intended to disappear long before he finished.