DISCLAIMER: Nope, I don't own Suits.

Chapter Two

Thanks for all the alerts(: I love hearing everyone's earthquake experience! Anyway, back to the story!

~S-U-I-T-S~

Three A.M. Mike's apartment

The second things started shaking, Mike darted up in his bed.

"What the hell?"

He looked around at his room, which was messy as usual. A few things fell off his shelves and he untangled himself from the sheets. For a second he debated on what to do, but once he heard the stampede of feet in the hallway he ran to see what was happening. Flinging open the door he noticed he hadn't changed out of his suit. Pausing to go back, he grabbed his jacket along with the phone in its pocket. He raced back out into the hall again which was full of all the tenants in the building, all hurrying for the nearest stairs, which were at the end of the hallway.

Earthquake.

His mind told him. His brain was sluggish because of his lack of sleep and then the fact that he'd been woken so randomly.

No elevators. Right.

He looked around and saw that no one had bothered to close their doors. He realized he hadn't either.

Nothing like fleeing for your life to remind you that locking the door's not always important.

He was pushed around in the crowded hall, suddenly noticing one lone closed door.

Something's not right?

Against his better judgment he fought his way to the door. People in the hall looked at him like he was insane and shoved him when he tried to go back. He could feel the bruises on his sides but after a painstakingly long minute he got to the door and opened it. Everything was toppled over, just like in his apartment, but he wandered through it anyway, avoiding the glass shards near the kitchen. All the bedroom doors were opened and over the shouting from the hall he heard small voices. He paused at the doorway, wondering if he should knock, but it was too late for that now. He'd met the owners of this apartment a few times before, the kind older woman who made a living painting with her husband, a wedding photographer. He vaguely remembered their niece was visiting. He entered the guest room.

"What happened?"

The man, Edward, didn't even look up. His wife, Sharon, was pulling at the side of a bookcase that had been knocked over, as was Edward.

"It fell!"

He cried. Mike noted that the bookcase's top hadn't hit the ground directly; it had smashed on top of a dresser. There was a small triangular section that was suspended above the ground. Books were all over the floor, but Mike stepped over them.

"Help me pull from over here."

He hurried to the dresser's side and grabbed the corner of the bookcase. Edward did the same. Sharon stepped back, crying as the two men pulled and lifted it. Sharon moved quicker than Mike had seen anyone he knew, slipping beneath the new space they'd made, locating a small person, and slipping back out gently.

"Alexi!"

Mike and Edward dropped the bookcase and went to the side of the girl.

"She was only knocked unconscious. I think she'll be fine. Come on, we've got to get out of here!"

The old building was still swaying from the quake and Mike wished he'd paid more attention to whether or not this building had been inspected. Earthquakes weren't common in New York, so he hadn't given it a thought at the time. Edward picked the little girl up and Mike grabbed his wife's hand. The hall was nearly empty and Mike led them all through the emergency exit stairs and out into the cold night. The streets were littered with people, yelling at each other. A lone ambulance had made it through the streets and was parked at the end of the road. The husband and wife took Alexi over to it, rushing to thank Mike.

Harvey's going to be sooo pissed.

Mike thought. All his work was inside and he doubted he could go pick it up now. At least he'd made it out alright.

Oh my god! Harvey! Grandma! What if someone got hurt?

His mind flew through all the people he knew at Pearson Harden and he pulled out his phone as fast as possible. He put it up to his ear, opting to call his grandmother's faculty first.

"I'm sorry. The number you've tried to reach has been disconnected. Please hang up and dial again."

An automated voice told him.

"No, no, no!"

He called a few others, always getting the same message. It was then he noticed the telephone poles lying in the middle of the street. Everyone else in the street was trying to call someone too. No one would be able to get through, not tonight. Without a second glance he pulled his bike from where he'd parked it and got on. Earthquake or not, he had to find out if everyone was alright.

Three A.M. Ms. Ross' Nursing Home

When things began shaking, she'd been waked immediately, along with all the other grumpy elderly people in the building. The employee's had led everyone outside, and they stayed there even when the shaking stopped. Everyone was grabbing wheelchairs from inside for the residents, but she sat on the curb of the sidewalk. The nurses in the building slowly took a head count for twenty minutes or so. People were all around her, most from the neighboring buildings, but she spotted the shadow pedaling through the crowd. Standing up she waved him over.

"Michael! Are you alright?"

"You okay Gram?"

He huffed, speeding to a stop in front of her.

"Yes, I'm fine are you-"

"Thank god I picked a place so close to my apartment! If I had to pedal anymore-"

"I asked if you were alright!"

She said in a very grandmotherly voice.

"Huh? Me? I'm fine! I have to go find Harvey and Rachel and Donna and hell I'll even go look for Louis!"

He looked at the collapsed building next to hers with a frown. She put her arm on his shoulder.

"You can't call them?"

"No! I tried but the phones are down or clogged or something! I have to find everybody!"

His grandmother paused.

"Okay, but be careful. I know you'd have a panic attack if you had to wait around for the dust to settle, but you just keep safe, alright?"

"Okay Gram. Love you!"

He called, already starting to pedal away.

"Love you too Michael!"

She called after him.

~S-U-I-T-S~

Okay, so I'm thinking each chapter has everyone's experience waking up to the disaster and then their experience escaping from what happens (or maybe they won't escape! *gasp*) Then at the end, they all get to find each other! I put Mike's grandmother in with Mike's because she doesn't have to look for anyone. Reviews are appreciated!

~whynotlive