A/N- Thank you to the wonderful people who have left reviews, I was really nervous about that chapter.

Rachel found herself flinching as the door slammed. She could do nothing but watch as Mike left her alone in what was supposed to be their apartment. The sobs now racked her body and she placed her hands over her mouth, trying to conceal them.

She pondered of following him, running after him and fighting for his forgiveness like they did in the movies but she knew that was a bad idea. Mike was obviously more than shocked by her revelation and she knew that the best idea was to give him space at the moment.

The walls weren't closing in, almost the opposite in fact. Rachel looked around and felt like everything was too far away. It was too big in here without Mike and she suddenly felt very afraid. She was attempting to calm herself to focus on nothing but breathing evenly, stopping the tears and shaky breaths that kept escaping. But she couldn't help thinking of what had happened. The one thought that wouldn't escape her mind was the idea that Mike had left and was never coming back.

They had fought so hard to be together, and it had been a bumpy road. Finally they were beginning to settle in together and Rachel's hope for their future was strong. They'd always been a very romantic couple, going out for dinners, buying each other gifts and having cute little picnics on the living room floor by candle light. They were firmly in that honeymoon stage at the start of the relationship where almost everything was cute, cuddly and fluffy. Of course, they'd had the odd argument or disagreement as they were both very passionate people but had always managed to come to terms afterwards. Rachel found herself wondering if she had ruined it all. Even if Mike somehow managed to forgive her, would they ever be able to truly go back?

This thought was what drove her beyond control and she collapsed into the Sofa, clutching a cushion for comfort. She lied like that, her mind now blank, just focusing on this moment and now. She had no idea how much time had passed when the tears finally stopped. It could have been a few minutes or hours.

When Rachel lifted her head, the brightness of the lights overthrew her and she had to squint her bulging eyes. She still felt so alone and afraid and wanted nothing more than to go to her Mother and share a moment with her. But she still was horrified by her actions this past week, and couldn't take anyone else's disappointment in her. Especially not her parents who she without a doubt respected and admired more than anyone. She wondered for a moment where Mike was and was horrified of the thought that he could still be out on the streets somewhere.

Rachel had never observed so much anger in the normally sweet and innocent looking young man but Mike had been physically enraged when he had left. If the moment hadn't been so upsetting, she might have been frightened of Mike. She almost wished that Mike had hit her and relinquished some of the guilt currently tearing her apart.

Rachel had never realised that a feeling arising from her conscious mind could actually cause her to feel pain but this guilt was physically as well as mentally destroying her. There was nothing she wanted more than to erase these past few weeks and do it properly, not getting involved in the case with Mike at all. She was mortified every time she thought of the altercation that had occurred with Logan just a week previously and seeing as the event had barely left her mind, this had left her feeling very helpless and timid.

It took all of Rachel's remaining reserve of strength to pull herself up off the sofa. She was starting to really hate being here, alone with her thoughts and needed to go see someone who would understand and not place judgement but would also make sense of the situation. Rachel dragged her hands through her hair, realising how much of a state she was in. Taking a few calming breaths, she followed Mike's footsteps from earlier out of the apartment and into the rain that had started to fall.

She walked to Donna's, in no real state to socialise with a cab driver and wanting to clear her head. It was almost cleansing, standing outside for a final moment, the rain running of her face, hopefully dragging her sins away too. As she approached Donna's door, Rachel felt degraded. A rush of embarrassment passed through her body as Donna scanned her, trying to assess what had happened.

"You told him." Donna stated. It hadn't taken her long but she had been expecting a visit like this from Rachel for a while now.

Rachel broke their eye contact, a twitch displaying her self-depreciation. She felt exposed to the world and very insecure in front of Donna despite the older Women's sympathising tone.

"I don't even know where he is," Rachel said. Her worry for Mike was still prominent. If anything happened to him tonight she would never forgive herself.

"He's at Harvey's." Donna said as a matter of fact.

"How do you know?"

"Where did you go?" And Rachel felt relieved to know that Mike had somewhere safe to go. But at the same time, she dreaded the thought of him telling her boss of her actions. Would Harvey treat her differently now?

Donna guided her into the apartment and she contended with her ability to not cry. She had to try and keep it together now and figure out what was the best thing to do.

Mike was fuming as he stumbled down the street. It was raining now and he absorbed the calling and calming nature of it. Sitting under an abandoned bus shelter, he nursed his broken body. He was aware that nothing was seriously injured, just some bruising that was beginning to be a discomfort. Now that the adrenaline had stopped he had become aware of the pain.

He was cold and couldn't control the shivering. What the hell was Logan playing at? He had nothing else to win off Mike, except of course, Rachel. Maybe that was his game? Mike wanted some advice and knew there was only one man he could go to for that.

Harvey's condo wasn't far away but Mike managed to hail a cab as his head was really bothering him. He'd read a leaflet whilst in the hospital with Grammy once about the symptoms of concussion. That was all that Mike needed on top of everything else. He fought down the sickened feeling in his stomach as he walked into Harvey's building.

He once thought the idea of turning up at Harvey's after a fight would be cool and deemed respectable. But, under the circumstances he couldn't help feeling embarrassed. He was in no mood for pity.

The night security team were aware of who Mike was. They gave him a pointed look as he entered the complex. Obviously his face looked as battered as it felt. But he nodded at them to indicate that he was ok and took the lift to Harvey's floor.

He felt exhausted as he knocked and waited, leaning against the wall to take some of the tension off his bruised ribs. Mike had never been the one for physical confrontation. He allowed bullies to walk all over him to avoid this at school, knowing that he wasn't the build for it. Of course, he outsmarted everyone and wasn't afraid to speak out with his opinions. But he never invited violence.

He looked up when the door clicked, unlocking. It took a moment for Harvey to register Mike in front of him and the state that he was in, but when he did, his stomach dropped.

"Forstman?"

But Mike shook his head. "Logan."

Harvey sighed, "Gillis."

Mike dropped his eyes, obviously fighting the response. He shook his head again and grunted, "Rachel."

"Get the hell in here."

Harvey went straight to the Kitchen, pouring them both a generous amount of scotch which he passed to Mike. In the light, he realised the extent of Mike's damages. There was blood coming from both his nose and his lip and his eye was half shut. That was going to be a shiner in the morning.

As he went to collect the first aid kit from the bathroom, Mike briefly recalled the events of the past evening. He was really worked up and Harvey was struggling to keep his own cool. How had he not seen this coming? It shouldn't have come to this. And he should have been there to protect Mike.

Once finished, they retreated to the living area and Mike grabbed some frozen peas to place on his face and head. It was obviously bothering him and Harvey was worried. Maybe they should go to the hospital and get him checked out? But he knew that Mike was in no mood to be sitting around waiting all night. Harvey could feel the nervous energy radiating off him. Just as the kid was starting to pick himself back up, he'd been whacked back down again.

"I'm not going back there," Mike said defiantly as he reentered the living room.

"I'm not saying you have to, I'm saying you need to calm down." As much as Harvey was feeling annoyed, Mike was visibly pissed off and he needed to relax him before he did anything stupid and irrational.

"Would you calm down after someone stuck it in your face like that?" Mike had a point. Harvey handed him another scotch.

"I would if I knew he was just trying to get in my head."

"How the hell do you know that that is all it is?" Mike was pacing the room. If Harvey had a carpet, hed be worried about it. He was pointing and ranting. Harvey had never seen him so worked up about something like this.

"Because that piece of shit did it to you before. And I let him because I was his lawyer. But I'm not going to let him do it to you now." There it was again. That protective instinct. And it filled Harvey with both a happy and sad feeling. He liked his friendship with Mike, but it made him feel so much more vulnerable. Because he feels responsible. And if anything happens to the kid, it destroys him too. Thats why he had always remained unattatched.

"Yeah, well, he got in my head! He put the image in there and now I can't get it out."

"Mike."

"Look, I need to know if its true." Mike's soft and vulnerable pose reminded Harvey of Marcus when he was younger, about to burst into tears. Marcus would know what to do and say in this situation. Harvey had always been the fighter and never had time for sympathising.

"And what good is going to come of that?"

"I just need to know."

"Then there is only one way to find out. But you're not going to find out tonight." He approached Mike and handed him another drink, noting that the kid owed him another bottle of scotch. Mike had given in now and took a deep breath. All the tension released from him and he looked exhausted. There was no way Harvey was letting him go home tonight.