I don't own "Suits" or it's characters, sadly. I've just enjoyed taking them out of their comfort zone. My first "Suit's" FF, please read & review. Suggestions are welcomed. Constructive criticism as well. Thank you and happy reading.

Chapter 2

Mike had fallen asleep at the office and it was now 2:30am. He hoped that maybe he could work himself to death.

"Damn it," he said out loud.

He gathered his things, throwing everything messily into his messenger bag.

He felt worse at that moment than he had just a couple of hours ago. His heart was heavy with sadness. He was dreading going back to work in just a couple of hours and not because he was going back to the "bull-pen" but because he would no longer work with Harvey. He knew how much Harvey had meant to him, but he did not realize how much until now. Harvey was the first person he had aspired to be like, a man to look up to. Although, Harvey gave Mike a hard time he knew understood why. Harvey only had the best intentions at heart, even though it never seemed that way.

Things were easy between them because they understood each other. It just took one action to ruin what they had built in over a year. He sighed and threw his suit jacket on.

He made his way downstairs to his bike, putting his helmet on.

"Safety first," he laughed. He remembered the day Harvey had questioned if he rode his bike to work.

"Please don't fire me, Harvey," he repeated over and over again on his way home. It became a mantra.

He finally came to a stop light.

"Ugh." He rubbed his face with the heels of palms trying to make the tiredness, which was threatening to overtake his body, go away.

"Green light," he murmured to himself.

Sadly, he was so engulfed in his thoughts that he had not noticed the car barreling towards him trying to beat the stop light.

"Look out!"

The screeching breaking of tires trying to come to a halt echoed throughout the night. He hit Mike with such great force that his body cracked the windshield upon impact. His body rolled over the roof top of the car slamming on to the pavement. His body rolled ten feet away from the vehicle, giving it enough time to speed away.

There had been two friends trying to get over ex-girlfriends who had just come out of a bar who saw the entire accident unfold.

"Call the paramedics!" The older of the two, Charlie, ordered as he ran towards the immobile Mike. "Hey, kid can you hear me?" he checked his pulse. "Damn! He's not breathing." His heart jumped to his throat.

"I know CPR. Here let me help." The younger one of the two, Steven, spoke up.

He proceeded to perform CPR on Mike, but he was unresponsive.

"You can't die," he started to cry. "I know I don't know you, but I know there's someone out there that loves you so you can't die…so now breathe!"

Finally, Mike started to breathe but it they came in short, shallow and ragged breaths.

A phone started to ring. It was Mike's phone, which lay in the middle of the street. The eldest of the friend picked it up surprised to find only the screen was cracked.

Incoming call-Harvey

"Hello?"

The line went dead.

"Shit," Charlie cursed. He called back, but Harvey didn't pick up so left a voicemail. "Hey, the owner of this phone got into a bad accident. Hit and run, please call back. He's doesn't look good. Please, call back."

"Charlie! The ambulance is on its way," Steven called out. "His name is Mike Ross. He works at Pearson-Hardman and he's an associate."

"Someone just called him. I think it was his boss. I left a voicemail," Charlie ran his hand through his hair. He kneeled next to Steven who had been cradling Mike's head on his lap. "How is he doing?"

"His breathing is really erratic. I wouldn't be surprised if there's internal bleeding due to the blunt trauma or something," Steven gulped, biting his lip.

"Shit, well he's externally bleeding right now," said Charlie. He pulled Mike's jacket back and noticed a huge gash on the left side of his torso. It was deep and it was starting to bleed profusely. "Here take my sweater and try to apply as much pressure as you can on the wound," he told Steven, peeling his blue cardigan off and handing it to him.

"OK. What are you doing?"

"I'm going to try and call this guy again to see if he picks up. I'll text him, too. "

From the distance they could hear the paramedics rushing to the scene.

"Finally," Steven sighed in relief.

The paramedics carefully put Mike onto a stretcher and wheeled him into the ambulance.

"Are you his friends?" one of the paramedics asked.

"No, but we witnessed the accident," Charlie answered.

"Okay, thanks the police should be here soon."

"Oh, he stopped breathing for a minute or so," Charlie threw in. "Also, here are his belongings."

"Thanks."

They both saw as the paramedics sped away with a weak and dying Mike.

"I hope he makes it," Charlie said.

Steven nodded in agreement.

Sorry it's a little short! I've started on the next chapter. See you next time and thanks for the follows.