Harvey was still surprised how this night ended with Mike inside Harvey's car. They were on stake out, outside some trash building in the less attractive parts of the city. They were outside Susan's apartment, and Trevor would sooner or later return to the apartment. Harvey knew this because Mike knew this. Harvey hadn't had enough scotch to call himself drunk, but he couldn't call himself sober either. Yet he had driven the car, Mike riding along. He wasn't sure about Mike's taboo with the drunk driver that had taken his parents away, but catching Trevor was more important than that.

And there he was, as Mike predicted. Harvey got up and left Mike in the car, because his absence in this equation was necessary for this to work out.

Face to face, Trevor's reaction was predictable.

"Shit."
"Nice to see you too."
"I don't want to talk to you."
"Well, tough luck. Listen Trevor, you know that you fucked up, really bad, but if you help me, I will help you."
"Help you? No-"
"I have your supervisor on speed-dial; if you try running again you're getting your ass into a prison cell."
"What do you want?"
"I want you to testify that you were with Mike that night and pushed him in front of that speeding car that night."
"How is that better?"
"I call your supervisor right now; you're going to get ten years. If you testify, you'll get five years. The choice is yours, but my advice is to stick to testifying."

And this is how it all ended.

Leafs with the color of yellow to brown were starting to cover the ground. The sky was shielded by dark clouds and the wind gripped Harvey's dark coat as he stepped outside. He raised a brow as he saw Donna standing on the opposite side of the street, she looked sad and heart broken. They both met by the end of the street, and the wind caught Donna's hair.
"Harvey…"
"Donna? What are you-"
"You need to stop, Harvey. I can't watch you keep going on like this."
"What are you talking about?"
"Harvey, you need to realize this sooner or later, that it wasn't your fault. And pretending like it never happened isn't the way." Actual tears started falling down her cheeks.
"Donna…" he was startled at his cracked voice.
"Mike's gone Harvey. He never recovered from the hospital that day when he overdosed. He's dead, he's not coming back. It doesn't matter how many times you scold at Kyle, how many cases you win or how many times you avoid Mike's office, you can't change the past."
We have lost cabin pressure.
"When the heart monitor stopped and his last breath was drawn, you couldn't stop crying. I was there with you, I shared the pain. But you shut down Harvey! I hugged you that night, when Mike's bed was empty and you said that you had failed him. You said that you were going to fix this, and I let you say that because I wished that the last part was true, but it's not Harvey. The truth is that you can't fix this. You started acting weird after that night; you pretended that he wasn't gone. I just-" Donna met his eyes, her eyes were blank of tears.
"You need to stop. You need to move on, this isn't a case you can win, and you need to realize that we've lost." She couldn't be serious. He had just spoken with Mike yesterday.
"But he hasn't been in the hospital for over a month, what are you-" Pain shone in her eyes.
"Harvey, he's gone. It's been over a month now, he's not coming back." Her voice was thick in the end, she could barely get the words out. The world was spinning endlessly and Harvey just needed to sit down for a moment. He didn't care about the wrinkled suit or the dirty sidewalk, he's associate- friend, Mike, wasn't alive? But it didn't make sense, had he hallucinated? Was this fight club? It couldn't be.
This couldn't possibly be happening, it had to be a dream. But the sudden pain in his chest kept aching and the tears kept falling. He hid his face in his palms and felt an arm over his back. How could he get so emotional over an associate? He was only crying because he had probably gone insane… it was inevitable- his best friend was gone. It was peculiar how much you start to value a person and realize what you'll miss out on once that person has passed away. Was this how this story ended?

Well yeah, I'm sorry, fight club is my favorite story ever, I love it. I just felt like, yeah, sorry. I've been too tired to write lately, I'm sorry.