A/N - Here it is, folks, the final chapter! I am going to miss writing this story, but I have a few more Suits fic prompters up my sleeve…hopefully I will get on those soon! A huge thanks to those who reviewed, and may your Thanksgiving weekends be ever-so pleasant J
Oliver shouted, "You idiot, you screwed this whole thing up!" at a wide-eyed and shaking Mike. "I was never supposed to get caught!"
The gun cocked. His hand moved from Mike's collar to his neck. The cold metal pressed against Mike's temple and he squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn't move. It was like his arms had been glued against the wall. Why didn't he reach up and hit him? Or duck out of this confined spot and run? Or at least move the gun away…he didn't know. Please don't kill Harvey too was the last thought he had before the gun went off.
BANG.
Harvey had staggered over and punched Oliver in the side of the head with surprising force, considering his state. The gunman fell over, firing a round into the wall inches from Mike's head as he went, and landed on the ground with a thud. He groaned and Harvey kicked the gun out of his hand. One more fierce punch from the enraged, exhausted and bleeding lawyer sent Oliver into unconsciousness.
Harvey moved away from the body. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he slowly crossed the floor toward Mike.
The kid had slid down the wall to a sitting position on the ground, in silent shock. He was pale and shaking slightly. "Holy sh-shit." He sputtered quietly and ran both hands anxiously through his hair.
Harvey took a seat beside Mike. "…Yeah." was all he could think to say.
Mike replayed the sequence of events at rapid speeds in his mind, and then a few tears of overwhelming relief and shock escaped his eyes. He looked to his left in the hopes that Harvey wouldn't notice, but in the present eerie silence, and maybe because he was expecting it, Harvey noticed.
"Hey, you're okay now." He placed a firm but comforting hand on Mike's shoulder. "That bastard's going to be put away for a long time."
Sirens were approaching in the distance as Mike's shoulders heaved with a small sob. Harvey didn't waste any time before gently bringing the blonde head down to his chest. "Shh, it's alright. The police are coming now and then he'll be gone for good."
Mike nodded and sniffed, and Harvey rubbed small circles on his back. The older man rested his head back against the wall tiredly and said, "This is really gonna make me rethink the whole 'more than one option when you have a gun to your head' speech…"
Mike gave a shaky laugh and sat up, wiping his tears away hastily. He sniffed a final time and looked Harvey directly in the eyes. "Thank you, Harvey. He really was going to shoot me, I could see it in his eyes. …You saved my life." He laid his head against the wall as well and all that could be heard were two sets of heavy breathing and the sirens sounding just outside.
"You're welcome, kid. You owe me one, big time." Both men smiled tiredly and the police showed up at the door, ready to take away the unconscious man that had just caused so much trauma.
Three days later - Mike's P.O.V.
I knocked three times on the door. "Coming!" a voice called from inside Harvey's suite. Donna opened the door with a glass of wine in her hand and a huge smile on her face. "Come on in, sweetie." I smiled awkwardly at the demeaning title but was indescribably happy to be spending time with Donna and Harvey right now, after three days of (forced) counseling and rest.
Before I had even fully entered the room, Donna suddenly claimed that she really had to pee and ran off. I grinned just because it was so 'Donna'.
Harvey was sitting on the couch and sipping his beer. "Hey kid, how's it going?" He had faint stitches above his eyebrow from when he face-planted into the wooden table at my apartment. I felt a pang of gratitude mixed with guilt, because I didn't sustain any injuries that day. Not physically, at least. Harvey had done all the dirty work.
"Alright, except for those awful counseling sessions. I mean, I appreciate that the firm paid for them and everything but that woman is crazy…"
Harvey nodded in agreement. "Only six more sessions, though, and then we're allowed to leave if we want. Have a seat, we're watching Star Wars Episode IV. The best form of therapy, in my opinion." I smiled and sat down. "Yeah. If Pearson Hardman paid us to do this, I'd want a gun to my head every day." I snorted but Harvey looked at me with a curious expression. "That was a joke, by the way." I added lamely. "Too soon?"
"I think so." He raised his eyebrows. I said "my bad" under my breath and he continued. "As crazy as that therapist is, you have to admit that the sessions do help."
He saw right through my lie. "Yeah. …They do."
He gave an understanding nod and changed the atmosphere of our conversation.
"Turns out Oliver got two years for armed assault, breaking and entering and mugging, and he ratted out his partner, Peter, during court, who also got arrested."
I sighed with relief. "That's good news - maybe I'll finally be able to get some sleep now."
Harvey had looked like he was going to say "Me too." but instead said: "Good. You look tired." And I was. It's hard to sleep when your bedroom is beside the room in which your life was recently threatened. I had probably gotten three hours of sleep a night, on average, that week. Harvey tossed me a can of beer and put his legs on the coffee table.
"How's the head, then?" I asked.
He narrowed his eyes, almost as if the question offended him. "Oh please."
I shrugged and decided to drop it, so we watched the show for a while in silence.
Then I was reminded of something that had kept me curious since the incident. "Oh by the way, what was the thing you were going to give me? Before the whole Oliver thing happened?"
Donna flung herself from a hiding place in the hallway. I didn't realize she had been gone so long, and it then became apparent that she had been eavesdropping. She might have even waited in hiding so that Harvey and I could talk and gain closure or something. How very 'Donna' of her.
"You got him a gift?!" She sniffled and a few happy tears fell freely onto her cheeks. Her voice was high and giddy upon witnessing Harvey's gesture.
She hopped on the couch in between us and Harvey said, "Honestly Donna, you need to learn to control your tears. You're the best secretary in the world but emotionally, you're unstable."
Donna pushed him but took a deep, steadying breath anyway. After all tears were shed, she said, "You're right, I am the best secretary in the world. Now go get the gift already!"
Harvey stood up and headed to his bedroom. "It's nothing to get excited about…" When he came back, he was holding a brand new copy of the Gulag Archipelago in his hands. "I thought you deserved to finally finish it."
I took the heavy book in my hands and looked back and forth between it and my boss. "This is…wow, I don't think you know how much I appreciate this. Thank you, Harvey. For everything."
"Don't mention it." He smiled as if to say thank God things are finally back to normal/that was enough stress to last me a lifetime/let's forget everything that happened and put a hand on my shoulder briefly before returning to his spot on the couch.
Donna looked at me, then the book, then Harvey and said, "I don't get why you gave him that book, but it was so sw-sweet of you…" And she burst into tears again, rambling on about something to do with PMS.
"Now that we've gotten that out of the way," Harvey announced. "let's watch Star Wars."
He hit play, but he was the only one paying attention.
Donna was hiccoughing and focusing on slowing down the waterworks. I had flipped to page 98 in the Gulag Archipelago and jumped to the 21st line, where I had left off in grade four.
It was strange to be in a room with two real friends, who weren't doing drugs, having an affair with me, blaming me for something, fighting with me…but it was something I definitely looked forward to getting used to.
