AN: Okay, this is my first Suits fanfic so if the characters are a little OoC I'm sorry about that. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this first chapter to Fake Note, Real Love and reviews are greatly appreciated.

Harvey and Mike had just finished a very successful case which usually meant going out and drinking. However, Harvey hadn't felt well at all during the case, though no one could tell, and had gone home almost immediately. Now, he woke up feeling much better and ready to start the day.

Going through his normal routine, Harvey ate breakfast, took a shower, got dressed in one of his extremely expensive suits, and was just about ready to go when his phone rang. Not bothering to check the number he answered it.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Hello Harvey," replied the person on the other end. The voice, a man, sounded familiar but Harvey couldn't figure out who it was.

"Do I know you?" Harvey finally asked.

"Yes, though I doubt you remember me," the person said. "However, even though I haven't seen you in quite some time I can still picture you crystal clear in my mind. Still wearing those way to expensive suits I'm guessing."

"Who are you? What do you want?" asked Harvey as he debated whether or not he should call the police afterwards or just see if the man called again.

"You'll remember who I am eventually, either because you figure it out or I show myself to you. However, for what I want, I want to see you miserable. I want to see your life completely ruined," replied the man. "I especially know you'll have an . . . interesting day to say the least."

As the call ended Harvey decided that calling the police sounded like a very good idea. However, before he could even punch in the first nine, his phone rang again. This time he checked to see who was calling; it was Donna.

"What is it?" asked Harvey, all business like as his mind mulled over the previous conversation.

"Harvey, I'm just . . . I'm so sorry," replied Donna. She sounded like she had been crying for hours.

"Donna, are you alright? What's wrong?" asked Harvey as he wondered if something had happened at the office or if this was more a personal call.

"It's your lover Harvey," she replied, "he's dead."

Did she just use lover and he in the same sentence and then say that she was referring to my lover, wondered Harvey as he slowly sat down in a chair. He wasn't romantically involved with anyone at the moment, at least not so attached that he would call them a lover and he most certainly wasn't involved with a man.

"Donna, what are you talking about?"

He could hear her murmur something along the lines of 'he's still in denial' as she replied, "Your lover died this morning, shot himself. I'm just so sorry that Mike is dead. I'm so sorry Harvey."

"Mike?"