Welcome back to how will I hurt poor Mike today? This time, I've decided to go with another team injury, but this one is more focused on just Mike and Harvey. Disclaimer: I know absolutely nothing about baseball, so I apologize if anything doesn't make sense. I used Google heavily for this story XD Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Mike had only been home for about an hour before his peace was disturbed. It had been a long day at the office, filled with a mountain of paperwork courtesy of both Harvey and Louis which meant that Mike had only finished at 10pm.

He had decided to pick up takeout on the way home, too tired to even think about cooking, although he wasn't even sure he had any groceries to cook with. As soon as he walked through the door, he deposited his food on the table and changed into comfier clothes before he crashed onto the couch where he planned to relax until he either fell asleep or got up to go to bed. He was only fortunate enough to get halfway through his movie before those plans changed as a knock sounded at his door.

Mike already knew who it was before he even left the couch. The knock, firm and loud, screamed Harvey, along with Harvey being one of the few people to ever knock on his door this late. There had been some occasions where his neighbours had knocked on his door, one asking to borrow some eggs for a cake she was baking for her daughter's school the next morning and one instance where a nice older lady had asked to use his phone to call the landlord because she had lost her house key.

This time was not like those instances, a moment of friendly interaction that helped him get to know the people that lived around him; no, this time it was his boss and that most likely meant his night was about to get even longer than it had already felt at the office.

He opened the door and, as expected, there stood Harvey, still dressed in the suit he had worn to the firm. However, Harvey didn't look angry or rushed, didn't look like he normally did when there was a late-night emergency that needed fixing. Instead, he looked relaxed, and he was holding a bag in his right hand.

"Can I come in?" Harvey asked when Mike didn't say anything.

"Oh, right. Yeah, come in," Mike said as he turned to the side to let Harvey through the doorway.

He shut the door and relocked it, a habit instilled in him from growing up in less-than-ideal areas of New York and turned to see that Harvey had placed the bag on the table, next to the discarded boxes of Chinese takeout, and was turned to look at the TV.

Harvey turned to face Mike, a sly grin on his face. "Are you really watching Finding Nemo?"

Mike flushed and rushed to grab the remote, hastily turning the TV off. The movie had been airing on one of the few channels he got, and it was one of his favourites from his childhood. After the day he had, Mike had been happy to turn it on and turn his brain off, just letting himself enjoy something from his past.

"Yeah, and so what? It was a staple of my childhood and I wanted to unwind." Harvey said nothing, his smile only stretching wider on his face.

"Wait a minute," Mike started, crossing his arms, and narrowing his eyes at his boss. "You recognized the movie. That means you've seen it before!"

Harvey, to his credit, didn't look phased by Mike's realization. He simply matched Mike's stance, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Hasn't everyone seen Finding Nemo?"

Mike grinned. "Sure, but I was 22 when it came out. You were in your 30s"

"Maybe. But I have nieces. And you have- oh that's right, none. Which means that as a legal adult, you decided to watch a children's movie for no other reason than your own enjoyment."

Mike paused, realizing that he didn't have a rebuttal for that. "You know what? I'm not going to explain myself to you. Now, did you come here for any particular reason or just to bug me about what movies I decide to watch after busting my ass for you all day."

Harvey smirked. "Calm down drama queen. I came here to give you this." He picked up the bag and handed it to Mike. "You're going to need it for tomorrow."

Confused, Mike took the bag and untied it. Tomorrow was Saturday and Mike didn't think they had anything scheduled.

He pulled out the contents and smiled as he recognized what they meant.

"I get to be a part of the firm baseball team?" He asked, staring at the red and white uniform in his hands before looking at his boss.

"Yup," Harvey said, "One of our teammates had to drop out of the league because his wife is having their baby soon, so we have an open slot."

"Thanks Harvey. I appreciate you choosing me as his replacement."

Harvey nodded and headed for the door. "I know you wanted to be on the team, so I'm glad I could make it happen. You've been working hard lately, you deserve it."

And with that, Harvey was out the door, leaving behind a stunned Mike. He stood there, staring at the door Harvey had exited for a few minutes before he finally moved. Not only had Harvey invited him onto the team, but he had also acknowledged all the work he had been doing and said he deserved it. Mike knew that he'd be riding the high of those words for a while.

Dressed in the new uniform, perfectly his size and sporting the number 32, which was another thing Harvey had done as Mike had once told him that for every sports team he had joined growing up, he always chose his uniform number to be the age he was at the time of joining, Mike hopped into a taxi as he made his way to the field.

Harvey had texted him at 8 telling him that the game was to start at 10 and that they were playing on one of the nicer high school baseball fields not too far from the firm. Today's game would be Pearson Hardman against Rand Kaldor Zane, although none of the name partners, on either side, would be involved in the game. They would come out to spectate and cheer on their firms, but they left the playing to the junior and senior partners and the associates that they selected. Mike was happy to hear that even though she wasn't an associate, since she had worked so hard for the firm the past few years, Rachel had been invited to join as well.

Mike couldn't help but smile as he arrived at the field. Almost everyone was there, the stands full of their friends and coworkers, and the sight of everyone smiling and having fun was truly a sight to see. There were no suits, no case files, and no work paraphernalia to be seen. Everyone treated these games as they should be, a time to get together and have some competitive fun outside of the workplace.

"Looking good Mike," Harvey said, as he walked over to where Mike was standing by the dugout, a bat held loosely in his right hand.

"Hey Harvey. I'd say you look good too, but my brain is kind of melting from not seeing you in a suit for once."

"Don't deny that it's actually because these pants make my ass look so good. I should have warned you that it might have that effect. Something about the way sportswear can capture the body that a suit just can't."

Harvey grinned when Mike groaned and placed his hands over his ears.

"What's going on?" Rachel asked as she walked over to join them, a puzzled look at the hands on Mike's head.

"Nothing much. I was just telling mike how-"

"Nope, I do not need to hear that again!" Mike said and grabbed Rachel's arm, dragging her away from his now chuckling boss further down the field so they could get away.

"What was that all about?" Rachel laughed as Mike stopped them close to first base. "Nothing. Just Harvey being Harvey. But never mind that. Would you be able to tell me what position I'm supposed to start in?"

Rachel raised a curious brow, but let it go. "Well, since you're replacing Adam, you'll be starting as a centre fielder. Harvey always bats first so he'll start there when it's out turn, but we rotate all the positions so we all get a chance to play something new. Harvey will cue you in for the rest."

Mike nodded and placed the catcher's mitt Harvey had also gotten for him on his left hand, shifting it nervously as he saw everyone start to take their positions.

"Don't worry, you'll be great," Rachel said as she saw the look on his face. "We're all here to have fun, so as long as you do that then you're doing everything right. Now, I need to get in position. I'm pitching first, but I'll see you later, okay? Good luck!"

Mike got himself in position as well and while Harvey wasn't on the field yet, waiting for his turn to bat, his boss smiled at Mike, a real smile, and gave him a subtle nod that had Mike feeling way more at ease.

As the game progressed, Mike found himself finding his rhythm with the team. They were all easily working together, and Mike had even been able to make some good plays that had his teammates patting him on the back. Harvey, to his credit, was actually a really good player. Mike knew there had been those quips about him going big in baseball if not for his shoulder, but the truth was that Harvey could play better than basically everyone there. They were winning 4 to 1 and three of those points had been due to Harvey's skill at bat.

With the sixth inning ending, the teams went back to their dugouts to get some water and strategize. Harvey, spotting Mike by the water cooler, walked over, running a towel over his sweaty face as he clapped Mike on the back.

"You're doing great out there kid. I can see that people are impressed with you. Keep this up and Adam might not have a spot to come back to."

Mike snorted. "Me? What about you? No one can come close when it comes to being at bat."

Harvey shrugged. "What can I say? I liked baseball growing up."

Mike shook his head and smiled before downing another cup of water.

"Anyway," Harvey started, filling up a cup of his own, "I came over here to tell you that you're pitching next."

Mike froze. He knew that he would be cycled in at some point, but he hadn't expected it to be during this game.

"Relax Mike, you're doing great. Just keep playing how you've been playing, and it'll be fine."

Mike nodded but found that his throat had suddenly become very dry. He didn't have too much time to ruminate on his fate, however, as the buzzer went off, signalling that the teams should reconvene on the field.

Mike walked on shaky legs to the pitcher's mound, rolling the ball over his sweaty fingers. He could do this. Just throw the ball, Mike.

As everyone got into position, Mike eyed the guy up at bat. Unfortunately for the associate, the guy was built like a tree. Mike could see his arm muscles from here, bulging from the firm grip he had on the bat. He was also staring at Mike, his face a cool calm that had Mike sweating even more. If he threw the ball wrong and gave the guy an advantage, he was hitting a home run for sure.

"Come on kid, you got this!" Harvey called from Mike's right, and he realized that Harvey had positioned himself as third baseman, one of the closer positions to the pitcher.

Mike relaxed a bit knowing Harvey was nearby and let out a long breath. When he breathed in, he raised his arm, poised to throw the ball. He saw the batter adjust his distance, narrowing his eyes on the ball in Mike's hand. With nothing left to do, Mike let the ball go and watched as it soared through the air. He had tried to put a spin on it to get it to curve, but the batter was ready for this. He moved, angling his bat to hit the ball and all Mike heard was the crack as the ball hit the bat before his face exploded in pain and the world went dark.

"-ke. -ike. Mike!"

Mike's eyes blinked open, and he struggled to figure out what was going on. He knew he was on the ground; he could feel as much. The cool dirt and rocks that were digging into his back. But why was he on the ground?

He lay there for a moment, no longer than a breath, before the pain came cascading back in full force, his face feeling like hot lava and his head pounding with every beat of his heart.

All Mike could do was groan, trying to shift his head on the ground but stopping when it sent white hot pain lacing through his head.

"Mike? Can you hear me?" A voice asked, echoing and distant. Mike's fog-ridden brain took a second to process who the voice belonged to, but then the faint scent of hair gel and a familiar cologne swept over him, and he instantly knew. Harvey.

Mike only groaned again in response as he attempted to curl into a ball and cradle his head, which was surely in pieces due to how much pain he was in, but then hands were on his shoulder, gently pushing him so he was laying on his side.

"Easy," the voice, Harvey, said as his silhouette blocked the harsh sun from Mike's view. With the glare gone, he could make out Harvey's blurry features. "You took a nasty hit with a baseball to the face. Just lie there for a moment and get your bearings."

Mike took in Harvey's words and suddenly everything made sense. He remembered the sound of the bat hitting the ball before his world had exploded into nothing but pain and darkness. Along with that, he could now feel the river of blood pouring from his nose, the coppery taste of it coating his tongue.

Mike coughed, spraying blood as it caught in his throat. "H'lp m'up." Mike garbled, knowing he needed to sit up so the blood would stop pooling at the back of his throat.

Harvey placed one hand on the back of Mike's neck and the other on his back as he carefully pulled him upright. As soon as he was vertical, the world spun, and more blood seemed to gush out of Mike's nose. Harvey tightened his grip when Mike wavered and placed a towel to the associate's nose, pushing hard.

Mike hissed in pain and tried to withdraw on reflex, but Harvey still had his hand behind his neck, keeping him in place. "I know it hurts; I'm sorry. But I need to try and stop the bleeding."

Mike understood and would have nodded if he didn't think his head might just roll off his shoulders with the action.

As if appearing from thin air, Jessica was suddenly at Harvey's side. "The ambulance will be here in five minutes."

"Thanks Jessica," Harvey said, his gaze not moving from Mike's face.

She nodded and walked back over to where Mike could now see a large crowd had formed. It was then that he realized it was only him and Harvey by the pitch.

Harvey noticed where Mike's eyes had wandered. "I told them all to stand back. Everyone was freaking out and crowding you. I knew you were going to be disorientated once you regained consciousness, so I told them that if they didn't stand at least 15 feet back that I'd be suing them all."

Mike blinked, his brain still running slow, but a ghost of a smile graced his lips. "You can't sue them all." He managed to reply, words slow and muffled from the towel.

"You can be damn sure I'd do my best though."

It was at that moment that Jessica's words finally registered, and Mike shook his head, regretting the movement the second the world tipped upsides down and the white poker returned, slowly pushing into his brain. "No ambulance."

Harvey frowned. "Mike, you need an ambulance. I've seen my fair share of broken noses over the years, and I won't lie, this is the worst I've seen."

It felt like it too. Mike had broken his nose once before, a stupid scrap between him and Trevor when they were young, but the pain had been nothing compared to what he was experiencing now. Maybe Harvey was right; maybe he did need an ambulance.

Harvey adjusted his grip on the towel, his frown deepening. "I can't get the bleeding to stop. And you've probably got a concussion. Not only did the ball hit your face, but you hit your head on the ground when you fell."

So that's why it felt like every thought was being processed through water, slow and sluggish and distorted in a way that Mike couldn't comprehend.

Mike felt his body start to shake, a strange buzzing feeling starting to take over his senses.

Harvey swore, but Mike barely registered it, his eyes starting to slide closed as his eyelids grew heavy.

"You're going into shock, Mike. You're losing too much blood. I need you to stay awake."

"M'tired."

"I know. And I promise you can sleep later, but for now, you need to stay awake."

Mike tried to glare at his boss but found that his body felt numb. He barely even felt the pain in his nose anymore.

Then, there were hands on him. Touching him, probing his nose and face, and Mike bucked, using the last of his energy to fight the strange hands that seemed to be all over his body.

"Mike, they're here to help," Harvey said, his face appearing on Mike's right as the hands, the paramedics his brain supplied, hoisted him onto the stretcher.

As they started to wheel him off the field, panic gripped Mike.

"Harvey!" He cried, right arm flailing as his uncoordinated body attempted to find his boss.

Strong hands gripped Mike and he instantly calmed down. "I'm here Mike. I'm not leaving you, okay? I'm going to be with you the whole ride to the hospital."

Content, the buzzing in Mike's head raised until it was all he could hear, black spots dancing across his eyes. He must have passed out again, because the next time he knew, he blinked his eyes open and he was staring at the ceiling of the ambulance, a paramedic busying themselves with some equipment and Harvey's worry-lined face watching Mike's closely.

"You're going to be okay, kid. They're going to top off your tank with some blood and fix your nose. You'll be back on the field in no time."

Mike nodded or at least he thought he did. His body was still numb and tingly, and he wasn't sure if it was cooperating with him. But then the spots returned, and the buzzing roared in his ears, and this time, Mike let them take him completely, sure that Harvey would keep him safe.

The next time Mike woke up was different for many reasons. His head, while it still ached, was mostly clear. The water-logged sensation had gone, leaving only the thin fog of pain to cloud his thoughts. The next thing he realized was that the white-hot pain in his face was gone, replaced with a deep ache along with a mound of gauze surrounding his nose.

He turned his head to the side and was pleased to find that while it still hurt, the pain was bearable.

"Look who's awake," Harvey said as he got up from the chair he had been sitting in next to the bed. He placed his hands on the rail of Mike's hospital bed and gave him a sad smile.

"How do you feel?"

Mike took a moment to work some moisture into his mouth, grimacing at the leftover taste of blood before he gave his croaky reply. "Better. But it still feels like my head was run over by a truck."

Harvey nodded. "A severely broken nose and a moderate concussion will do that to you."

Mike sighed. "How does it look?"

Harvey winced. "I don't think you'll be winning any beauty contests any time soon, but I saw your nose before they splinted and placed the dressings on it. The doctor did a good job at putting it back in place. You're going to need to have it splinted for a while though. Your nose bone was practically split in two."

Mike closed his eyes, the weariness from everything that had happened catching up with him.

"What time is it?"

He heard Harvey shift and the light above his bed went off, gracing him with delicious darkness. "It's late. You've been out of it for most of the day. You had a couple of visitors but the few times you woke up you were pretty out of it. They had to give you a blood transfusion to replace what you lost and with the drugs you're on the doctor said you'll be out of it for a few days."

Mike made a noise in his throat, a hum of distaste, but that was all the energy he had left to do.

Harvey chuckled and placed a hand on Mike's left leg. "Sleep, Mike. The doctors want you here for a few more days anyway to watch the concussion and make sure your nose is starting to heal properly. Don't worry, I'll be here each time you wake up."

He heard Harvey sit back in the chair and figured his boss had thought he had fallen back asleep. But Mike was grateful for Harvey's presence and with the last of his energy, he murmured a sleepy, "thank you Harvey."

Just as sleep claimed him again, he heard Harvey mumble, "of course, kid," and Mike knew that he was going to be alright.

The ass joke from Harvey may have been a bit OOC, but I couldn't resist. I just watched an episode of suits where Harvey is dressed casually and why does that make him so much more good looking? I could only imagine what he'd look like in a sports uniform... AHEM. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed some HurtMike. And fun fact, growing up I used to do the thing where I would make my sports uniform have the number that was my age, so I thought it would be a fun detail to give to Mike!

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