Harvey woke up to a rocking sensation. At first he thought he was on a boat and that when he opened his eyes he would see a beautiful tropical island and a gorgeous woman laying beside him, but the sight he woke up to was the exact opposite.

He was in a dingy room, with no windows. The only light came from a single lightbulb on the ceiling and the air was stiff, unlike the island breeze he was hoping for. The rocking sensation that woke him was a hand nudging his shoulder.

Harvey blinked rapidly and shook his head as he sat up from the hard, dirty floor. He felt his head where the headache he had was throbbing and felt a small bump.

"Ahhhh." He muttered with a wince. He turned to look at the person beside him with squinted eyes, but he quickly opened them all the way.

"Trevor." It wasn't a question, but an angry statement.

"Harvey. Thank God!"

Harvey rolled his eyes and stood up from the floor, dusting off his clothes. He silently reminded himself to get Donna a present for bringing him jeans and a t-shirt to change into while he was at the hospital, because he would be incredibly pissed if another one of his suits was ruined.

"I wouldn't be thanking anyone just yet, because if wasn't for this enormous headache I have, I probably would have broken your nose the second I woke up to the sight of your face." Harvey counted.

Trevor held out his arms, trying to ease Harvey's anger.

"Okay, I know I probably deserve that, but-"

"Probably?" Harvey asked, incredulously.

"Alright, but look there is something more important than your hatred for me right now."

"You're damn right there is." Harvey said, stepping closer to Trevor. "Mike was taken from the hospital and-"

"I know."

"You know? How the hell do you know?" The lawyer asked.

"Because he's here. When I came here to... settle things, they brought me down here and Mike was laying on the floor."

"Where he is now?" Harvey questioned without missing a beat, looking around the room they stood in, which only took a few seconds since there was nothing in the room except the two men that stood in it.

"They took him. When they brought you in, they took him with them." Trevor answered.

"And you just let them take him?" Harvey asked, throwing his arm out to the side.

"What was I supposed to do? They had guns!"

"There's a million things you could have done!" Harvey shot back.

"Like what?"

"In case you haven't noticed, that kid took a bullet because of you. The least you could do is get your tail out from between your legs and stand up for him, the way he tried to do for you." Harvey said, standing face to face with Trevor.

"You think I don't know that my best friend almost died because of me? That he could still die?" Trevor screamed in Harvey's face. "You can say or think whatever you want about me, but I would do anything for Mike. I have always been there for him since we were kids. I didn't mean for him to get in this, but it happened and standing around, calling me out isn't going to get him or any of us out of it."

Trevor took quick breaths. Harvey just stared at him.

"I know this is my fault. I'll own up to my mistake. I'll take whatever punishment comes to me. I'd switch places with Michael if I could." Trevor spoke a bit calmer, but with a desperate quality. "I don't know why they brought you here, but you're here. I'm not asking you to stick up for me, save my ass or anything. I'm asking you to help me save Mike. Help me save my best friend. Help me save yours too."

Harvey smirked. "He's my associate, not my friend."

Trevor wasn't going to respond, but he wouldn't have had the chance to even if he was, because the door opened, the lock making a loud clank as it unlocked. The door swung open quickly, two men appeared in its frame.

"As we said, here's the kid. We kept our word. We encourage you to keeps yours." One of the men spoke directly to Trevor from the door, while the other shoved Mike into the room.

"What'd you do to him?" Harvey asked, his anger showing through.

"Relax, Spector. We gave him some meds."

Both men turned and left without another word.

The door closed, and the bolt latched.

Mike looked around. This time the world was fuzzy, dark and cold. He looked around trying to find his parents or Harvey, but when he lifted his head up, pain slammed into him, his stomach taking the brunt of it. He groaned, and dropped his head back down. He blinked heavily and saw the blurry form of his legs. Noticing that they were "adult size" , he smiled.

"Mike?"

Mike picked his head up quickly, almost hitting it against the wall behind him, in surprise. He blinked sluggishly, trying to clear his vision to see who spoke.

"Michael?"

Mike shook his head as a second voice spoke. He felt an added weight on top of his head and he looked up to find Trevor squatted down in front of him. He figured out by following Trevor's arm that his friend's hand was on his head, holding it up.

"T'vr." Mike smiled, though his face was twisted in pain.

"Heyyy." Trevor laughed in relief.

"Ha-have you seen...seen my p-parents? I-I can't find 'em." Mike slurred as he blinked up at Trevor.

Trevor opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out.

"Tr'vr?"

"U-uhhh, n-no Mike. I haven't seen them." Trevor answered with confusion and concern.

Mike bobbed his head up and down, then laid it against the wall. That was when he noticed Harvey standing behind Trevor.

"Harrrrrrrrvey!" Mike drug out. He tried to push himself up, but winced at the movement and Trevor's hand moved to his shoulder to keep him sitting down.

Harvey didn't respond.

"Mike, are you ok?" Trevor asked.

" 'm good. Hurts though."

"Your stomach?"

Mike just nodded, and closed his eyes.

"Hey. No, no, no. You have to stay awake, man. " Trevor said as he tapped the side of Mike's face.

Mike pulled away from him with a groan, but all three men turned their attention to the door as they heard the lock unlatch once more. A man came through the door, holding a gun. Trevor stood up, away from Mike, but Harvey moved to stand in front of him.

"You." The man pointed to Trevor with his weapon. "Come with me."

Trevor gulped and looked at Harvey, but the lawyer made no move on his behalf.

"Now." The man warned. Trevor slowly walked across the room with one last look at Mike and Harvey. The man grabbed his arm and hauled him out of the room, leaving Harvey and Mike alone.

After a few seconds, Harvey finally turned his attention to Mike who was staring at the door. He bent down in front of his associate and snapped his fingers in front of the kid's face to get his attention. Slowly, the younger man turned to look at him and looked him up and down with an eyebrow raised.

"Where's your suit?" He asked. "You were wearing a suit." Mike looked around again, as if for the first time he was taking in his surroundings, then back at Harvey. "And you told me to wait in the alley, why am I in here?" Mike's breaths were starting to come quicker. "My...my stomach hurts. Why does it hurt? What happened? What the hell is going on?"

"Hey." Harvey spoke. His sharp outburst, grabbed Mike's attention. "Calm down."

Mike blinked at Harvey and took a deep breath, but winced as his stomach moved.

"What happened?" He asked, more calmly.

"You were shot." Harvey answered, bluntly.

Mike stared at him with wide eyes, as wide as he could open his drowsy eyelids. He laughed a little.

"Are you serious?"

"No. Your stomach hurts that much because you ate some bad mexican food." Harvey replied sarcastically, while rolling his eyes.

"Whaaat?" Mike drug out in disbelief.

"Yes, you were shot two days ago, but now were being held hostage apparently." Harvey explained quickly. He avoided telling Mike all the details, because one the kid was half out of it and two, Harvey realized if he told the story again, it would become that much more real.

"Wh-where did they take Trevor?" Mike asked after a few seconds. Harvey looked at him. The kid's face was white as a ghost and a thin layer of sweat was shining on the kid's forehead. He also noticed that Mike's hands were shaking ever so slightly. Harvey knew that Mike needed to get back to the hospital as soon as possible, but what he couldn't figure out was why Mike was still more concerned what was happening to Trevor.

"I don't know, but that's not important. We-"

"Not...not important?" Mike asked. "He's...my best friend."

"Well, your best friend is the reason you got shot. He's the reason we're stuck here." Harvey countered.

"He's also the reason... I survived growing up. He may...do some stupid...stuff, but that ... doesn't mean he's not...a good friend." Mike defended. "I know...you don't care about...anybody but yourself, but I do."

Harvey pinched the bridge of his nose. "I know you do and it gets you in more trouble than you're worth."

"I have to find Trevor. I have to help him." Mike said, ignoring Harvey. He started to push himself away from the wall and gasped in pain. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw and fists.

"For a genius, you really aren't that bright." Harvey said, referring to Mike trying to get up, but apparently the younger man thought he meant trying to help Trevor.

"No. I have to help him. I have to." Mike said again, this time making it to his knees before crying out in pain. Harvey caught him by his shoulders before he passed out on the floor.

"Stop." Harvey ordered, but Mike still weakly tried to get out of his grasp.

"Michael!" Harvey shouted. The younger man stilled, trying to control his breathing and looked at his boss. "Stop. You can't help him. Even if you could stand up, which you obviously can't, the door is locked so you can't do anything. So sit down before you kill yourself."

Mike thought about it and after a while he nodded, and let Harvey guide him back to sit against the wall. With a heavy sigh, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, trying to work through the pain that was now coursing through his whole body and control the shakes in his hands.

He heard Harvey move beside him and for a minute he thought the older man was mad at him, until he felt something nudged his shoulder. He rolled his head to the right along the wall and partially opened his eyes to see Harvey sitting down beside him. The older man looked at him and smirked.

"Use my shoulder as a pillow and I'll make sure that when the Joker comes back, he shows you a magic trick." Harvey warned.

"Okay, Batman." Mike replied closing his eyes and rolled his head away from Harvey. It was silent for several minutes, leading Harvey to believe that Mike had either fallen asleep or unconscious, but out of nowhere Mike sluggishly asked.

"If you're Batman...and the bad guy... is the Joker. Does...that mean I'm Robin?"

Harvey laughed and looked over at his associate. He felt the concern that had been sitting in his stomach, that he had been ignoring for the past two days, swell and all his smart ass comebacks left him.

"Yeah. I guess it does."

The corners of Mike's mouth turned up. "Awesome."

The man shoved Trevor out into the hallway after they climbed the stairs. Trevor rubbed at his arm and glared at the man.

"Carlos wants to make sure you're going to keep your word."

Trevor swallowed hard. "Y-yeah. I am, but I didn't know that he was bringing Mike here, too."

"Carlos thought you might need some encouraging."

"Mike needs a hospital. I'll still follow through, but please just get him out of here." Trevor pleaded, but the man simply laughed.

"That's a good one, Trevor." The man said between laughter, then got serious again. "We'll let the kid go, even take him to back to the hospital, but first you have to follow through."

Trevor didn't say anything. The man walked closer to Trevor and handed him a gun, while aiming his own at Trevor's head.

"You know the plan. Get rid of Spector and save your friend and yourself."

The door opened and Trevor was shoved back into the room. The door was closed and locked behind him, just like every other time. He scanned the room and found Mike and Harvey sitting side by side. Mike was either asleep or unconscious, but Harvey was looking at him.

"What happened?" The lawyer asked.

Trevor looked at Mike, realizing that if his friend's chest wasn't moving up and down he would have thought he was dead, then turned back to Harvey.

"They told me that they would let Mike go, that they would take him back to the hospital."

Harvey blinked, and pushed Mike's head off his shoulder, which had landed there a few minutes ago but Harvey didn't move it no matter how annoyed, or uncomfortable it had made him. He stood up.

"They did?" Harvey asked skeptically.

"Yeah, I just have to do one thing first." Trevor responded, putting his hand behind his back.

"What's that?"

Trevor pulled the gun out from the waistband of his jeans and aimed it right at Harvey.

"This."

AN: Another cliffhanger! haha Review and let me know what you think about it! It's greatly appreciated! Thanks for reading! :)