A/N: So this is my first ever fanfiction. I'm more of a RP girl. But I love Suits, and I have these crazy ideas in my head and when they get in there, they don't go away. So this is part of a prompt that I posted on SuitsMeme where Mike gets recruited by the CIA and goes, but comes back to Harvey later. It didn't look like my prompt was going to be filled, so I did it myself. Please go easy on me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Suits at all, but if I did, then Mike would soooo not be acting like he did in ep.1 of season 2.5, but I still love the show.

Mike was having one hell of a week.

It started off with Louis and Harvey fighting over him about whose briefs he should do. He tried to interject, but all he got was a "Shut up, Mike."

So he did. And went to go hide in the library. Unfortunately work seemed to find him and now he is stuck with triple the work to do in half the time.

He tried once to complain to Donna, but she had that look on her face that made him tremble in his cheap shoes, so he ran back to the library.

•••SUITS•••

The next day, Harvey got all over him about a patent he forgot to file because he was too busy doing Louis's work and that earned him even more of Louis's work. He shook his head as he sat in the copy room and thought about how Harvey's logic in punishment made no sense.

•••SUITS•••

It was Wednesday and Harvey had decided it was a good idea to tell him last-minute that he was going to a gala.

He didn't even own a tux!

Harvey showed him off, a lot, to many clients and some of the big dogs in the world and Mike felt like a trophy associate and was not very happy about that at all.

Besides, half these people gave him the creeps. Like some woman with the long black hair who had two scary looking goons at her side the entire time. He couldn't help but feel like those clinical eyes were on him all the time.

He begged Harvey to leave, but the older lawyer said something about impatient puppies and brought him over to impress a group of lawyers he'd never seen before.

•••SUITS•••

Mike came in the next day feeling more exhausted than he would have on a late night at the office.

And of course he had to do all of Louis's busy work because Harvey didn't know how to stop gloating about the number of clients he had racked in from the night before. Of course there was no mention of Mike being the reason for most of those clients wanting to do business with Pearson Hardman.

No 'good job' or 'nice work'. No appreciation...

He sighed as he went for more coffee to keep himself awake. It was late. Barely anyone was at the office and he had to get more work done for Harvey and Louis by morning.

On his way back to his cubicle, he stopped short as he looked and saw familiar black hair and clinical eyes on the files on his desk.

"Excuse me. Ma'am! Those are private." He rushed over and put his coffee down before snatching the files from her.

She looked up at him, a small smile on her face. "I'm sorry. Sometimes curiosity gets the better of me."

He frowned. "Well, you know what they say." He put he files away in his drawer and leaned against his desk.

"Yes, I do know what they say. And I'm always relieved that I'm not a cat." She stood from his chair and held out her hand. "Megan Haeley. CIA recruiter."

Mikes brows flew to his hairline. "CIA? Uh..." He shook her hand carefully. "To what do I owe the honor?" He couldn't hide the worry on his face. CIA. Here for him. Oh shit this is bad...

She gave a little chuckle and stepped aside. "Have a seat Mr. Ross."

Mike hesitated, but sat in his chair and grabbed for his coffee. She sat at the edge of his desk.

"Let me start off by saying that you aren't in any trouble... Yet." She tilted her head to the side, a knowing look on her face.

He gulped. "Yet?" His voice was rough.

"Yet." She confirmed. "And neither is your boss... Yet. We know your secret, Mr. Ross. It's not too hard either to let it slip to Harvard that on a certain day there servers were hacked and an extra name popped up on their alumni site. And Ms. Jenson isn't as untraceable as she thinks she is-"

"I get the point," he interrupted. "What do you want?"

She stared at him for a long time before saying, "You. Mr. Ross, the CIA wants you. Your brain and your talents, all you need is physical training and you would be the perfect operative."

He blinked. Say what now? The CIA wanted him? Mike Ross, college dropout and fake lawyer.

She smiled at the look on his face. "You are very talented, Mr. Ross. Especially if you can keep up this act with the open book that is your face. We can fix that, by the way. Teach you to hide all those emotions and feelings."

He shook his head. "But why?"

She slumped her shoulders and sighed. "Because our country is in need of people like you, Mr. Ross. People who are smart and would rise to the challenge of protecting it without hesitation. Much like how you're about to ask me is Mr. Specter would be protected from your lies if you were to leave." He gave a sad smile. "Yes, he would. The CIA would even solidify your fraud into a cover story. You just wouldn't be practicing law in New York anymore."

Mike stared down at his hands. "And is it safe to assume that if I tell you no then you'll arrest me and throw me in prison?" He couldn't stop the anger that flooded through him. "It's either work for my country or be imprisoned by it?" He lifted his head to glare up at her.

She shrugged. "No, I'm giving you a choice, Mr. Ross. You can work for your country or stay here. I'm just telling you that when you get caught, and you will, there will be no second chances. I also can't guarantee Mr. Specter won't be ruined by any of it either. Jail time for the both of you..."

She moved around to the front of his desk so that she could lean on the cubicle wall. "I'm not going to tell you that the job I'm offering is safe and easy, but I am going to tell you that it's the better choice." She set an envelope on his desk. "Here's a plane ticket to Virginia. It leaves on Sunday at noon. First class. If you get on that plane, I'll be waiting for you. And so will your new, legal life."

She turned and walked away. Mike sighed and put his head down on his desk. How had this happened to him?

"Fuck," he mumbled as he opened his drawer and pulled out his briefs to finish them.

By the time he got home after midnight, he had his mind made up.

•••SUITS•••

Harvey walked into work the next day in a sour mood. He'd gotten no sleep and was noticeably ruffled. It didn't help that when he was walking to his office he saw a strangely subdued Mike and a worried looking Donna. Mike noticed him and stepped into his office to wait on him. He stopped by Donna 's desk first to retrieve a much-needed coffee and some messages.

"Talk to him. Something's wrong."

Harvey frowned. "I'm sure it's nothing. But I have a new client coming in at two, so move some stuff around for me." He walked into his office and went over to his desk. "You have those files for me?" He unbuttoned his jacket before sitting down.

Mike placed a large stack of briefs in front of him. "Everything looks good. A few mistakes but I've corrected and drafted them for you. Now, I have some work to do for Louis and I've got to be at court for that pro bono if you don't have anything else for me to do." He gave Harvey a minute to reply.

"No, nothing yet. Good job."

Mike nodded and walked to the door.

"Mike."

He turned to face his boss. "Yes, Harvey?" He watched as Harvey gave him a once over.

"Are you okay?" He took a sip of his coffee.

Mike gave him a small smile. "Just fine. Watch out though, Harvey. Someone might accuse you of caring with those kinds of questions." He left.

Harvey rolled his eyes and got to work.

•••SUITS•••

The rest of the day went by without problem. Harvey was just about to leave when he decided to check up on Mike. He went on over to the associate's cubicle and frowned. His puppy wasn't there.

Louis walked up to him. "Your puppy is in with Jessica. Don't look so sad."

He narrowed his eyes at the rat like man. "I don't look sad. I look concerned as to why my associate needs to speak with Jessica. What did you do, Louis?"

Louis was shocked. "What are you talking about? I didn't do anything to him!"

Harvey narrowed his eyes and was about to say something smart, but was stopped by Mike.

"Campfire in front of my cubicle? How come I wasn't invited?" The young lawyer placed some files in Louis's hands and a letter in Harvey's.

"What's this? And why were you talking with Jessica?"

Mike shook his head and went around his desk to collect his things.

Harvey was just noticing that his desk was lacking his personal effects. He cocked his head, wanting to say something, but was interrupted again. This time it was by Jessica.

"Harvey. My office." She beckoned him. Now he was very confused. He gave Mike a look before walking away, opening the letter that Mike had handed him. He read as he walked into Jessica's office.

'Harvey,

I know you're going to be angry with me about this, but let's just say I did it for you. Okay?

We had quite the relationship. I would l like to think of you as the big brother I never had, but then I would be lying to myself if I said I loved you that way. I didn't realize it until last night, but I've come to my senses.

I love you, Harvey. I love you way too much. I've probably loved you since the first time we've met.

Now, I know it's weird for me to tell you that and just go and leave, but I have to. Part of the reason is because I love you, but the other part is because you love your job and I'm just not going to let my situation take what you love away from you.

I'm so sorry, Harvey and I wish I had told you all this sooner, but you know me. I realize some things too late.

So this is goodbye.

-Mike'

If Harvey could say anything, he would say he was very confused. But he couldn't at the moment because he was shocked speechless. Very slowly, what Jessica was saying was started to come into focus.

"After all you've gone through to keep him, I tried to convince him to stay, but he was very set on his decision."

Harvey finally looked up from the letter, mouth hanging open.

"What?" He asked, a little breathless.

"I said your associate just resigned. Effective immediately. He told me that he hoped I didn't think of him as a coward but he'd put you and I in a bad spot and didn't want us to have to worry about it anymore. Like I said, I tried to get him to change his mind, but he wasn't going to. I'm sorry, Harvey."

Harvey was still a little stuck on 'resigned effective immediately' and 'I love you'.

"He said he loved me." He whispered.

"Excuse me?" Jessica asked, a little worried about Harvey.

"I love him too." He stood up quickly. "He can't just leave." He ran out of Jessica's office, looking around for his associate. He ran past Donna's desk, but his assistant jumped up and grabbed his arm.

"What's going on, Harvey? Mike just gave me and Rachel hugs and told us goodbye and that he was sorry."

Harvey pulled his arm away. "You let him leave?!" He ran off to the elevator, calling Ray.

He got outside and saw Mike's bike was already gone. He cursed and got into the town car, calling Mike's phone.

"This is Mike Ross. Sorry I can't answer to the phone at the moment, but if you leave a message, I promise to get back with you."

Harvey left an angry message. "Mike! Answer your damn phone! You can't just quit! Where are you even going? Just answer your phone or call me." He hung up and told Ray to hurry.

When they got to Mike's apartment, there was a Goodwill truck main furniture. He walked up to one of the guys and asked what they were doing.

"Some guy donated all his furniture. We're just picking it up."

"Is he still up there?" Harvey asked.

"Nah. Said he was checking into some airport hotel. His landlord let us up."

A second guy came down the stairs with Mike's panda picture. He jumped on it.

"I'll buy that from you for $50."

Both guys shrugged and handed it over. Harvey paid them and jumped in the car. He needed Donna's help.

•••SUITS•••

It was pretty late. Mike kept getting phone calls from Harvey, Donna and Rachel, but he didn't answer any. He ate his dinner, safe for now. He was checked in under an alias so no one could track him down.

Around midnight, the calls had stopped. He signed and laid in bed, starting at the ceiling. A half hour of staring passed by and his phone buzzed with the warning of a text message. He sighed.

He had told himself that if he was really going to do this then he had to cut all communication. He couldn't listen to any of the messages anyone left.

"Oh fuck," he grumbled as he reached over to the nightstand and checked the message. It was from Harvey.

"U cant just leave. Not without an explanation. Please Mike... I love u too, you idiot. -H"

Mike bit his lip as he felt his heart-break. He started to type a reply, but knew he really shouldn't. So all he said was "I'm sorry. -M"

After that, he turned his phone off for good and waited until tomorrow at noon. He had switched in the ticket for an earlier flight. And Megan Haeley was CIA. She could figure out that he was coming.

•••SUITS•••

Harvey lay in bed, phone to his ear.

"This is Mike Ross. Sorry I can't get to the phone at the moment, but if you leave a message, I promise to get back with you."

He hung up and dialed again. It went straight to voicemail. Again.

"This is Mike Ross. Sorry I can't get to the phone at the moment, but if you leave a message, I promise to get back with you."

Donna hadn't been able to find out which hotel Mike was in. Hadn't been able to find out where Mike was going. Hadn't figured out why.

He recorded Mike's voice and listened to it all night until he fell asleep, mind fogged and heart heavy.

"This is Mike Ross. Sorry I can't get to the phone at the moment, but if you leave a message, I promise to get back with you."

A/N: Please tell me what you think. Any kind of criticism is welcome.