A.N. I love love love SUITS because who doesn't? (Clearly I don't own them :[ otherwise I'd keep 'em locked in my closet and have tea with Donna and Jessica all the time) :D Um, so yeah, my first shot at a Suits fic, hope you guys like and review? The beginning of this was based on something I saw in real life recently that only goes to show skipping red lights isn't good guys! Enjoy. :)

1.

Mike woke up, took a shower, put on his suit, skipped breakfast-that was for people who didn't have slave drivers as bosses, after all-and hopped on his bike, his bag against his back, strap over his shoulder.

He biked across the city roads. Harvey had him go through every single paper trail on their client and his company to locate anything their opponents might use against them in court plus find some dirt on the man suing their client and the company. Harvey had given him this enormous task on Monday and expected him to have it done, papers on his desk bright and early today. Yesterday had been Monday. Mike sighed. He was a fast reader with an eidetic memory, but what he thought sometimes was that Harvey totally forgot that he was also human.

He'd made the file room his sanctuary that Monday-stacks and stacks of boxes had arrived for him, and of course, Louis, seeing Mike buried in paper, decided to drop some of his own work on the associate. "Those better be at my desk my tomorrow morning Mister Ross. Remember, I'm your superior as well." had been his parting words.

Mike was quite proud of himself though. He'd finished both the work for Harveys upcoming case and Louis' grunt work at around four am and had then proceeded to pass out for about an hour and a half, until his alarm clock (which he had conveniently placed against his ear) had awoken him at 6:38am.

He had to be at the office at 8am, before either partner made it to their desks and gave him snide comments about having wanted the work in before they got there. Mike was pretty sure that after the amount of work he'd put in, he'd snap if either Harvey or Louis tried to get to him this morning.

He needed coffee. A lot of coffee. He was so tired, but it was 7:28am and in less than fifteen minutes he'd be at the office and once he'd accomplished his duties the stress on his shoulders would go away (if only momentarily) and he could maybe catch a few Z's at his desk before people started showing up. Seeing the green light, Mike started peddling, suddenly enthused to get to Pearson Hardman.

Nadine glared at the red light she was coming up to in her car; she was still forty minutes away from her kids school, and then another half hour from the daycare, and she had a meeting at eight forty-five sharp, and of course her ex-husband had bailed on her again with the kids. "Dammit." she cursed under her breath, so that the three kids in the back didn't hear her, and going against everything her father had taught her about driving and the rules of the road, she sped up at the red light. What with the traffic in New York, who would seriously notice the middle-aged mother driving through a red light?

Apparently a crowd of New Yorkers would notice, if you ended up hitting a guy on a bike with your bumper. "Oh my God!" She had hit the brakes as soon as she'd seen him, but it had been far too late by then. As a mother her first instinct was to check the backseat. Her two older girls were sitting there, wide-eyed and gaping, the three year-old was sobbing, but also uninjured. Quickly, Nadine stumbled out of her minivan to look at the young man she'd just hit with her car.

Mike legit had not seen that coming. At all. He lay on his side, overwhelmed for a minute, his body halfway underneath the car, and all he could think was 'I bet my suit got ruined, Harvey's gonna' bite my head off.'

"Oh God, oh Jesus Christ, I'm so so sorry, I shouldn't have done that, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you at all, and it's all my fault-"

Mike was surprised when he was able to get up off the ground and pull the rest of himself out from under the large vehicle. His bike was crooked in parts where it shouldn't have been crooked, but other than that, Mike realized he was okay. Well, not okay, per say, but he wouldn't need to get rushed to the emergency room anytime soon. He did have to rush to make it to work, though.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, just a couple of scratches. I'm late to being early, so uh, we can save trading insurance info." he left the shocked woman standing in the middle of the road, as he hopped back on his bike, ignoring the sharp pain that shot up his right leg, and pedaled his bike the rest of the way to work.

Two long blocks later his bike decided to fall apart. "No no no no, please." He begged the inanimate object. The front wheel was hanging on just barely, and the bikes' chain was tangled in the metal rods and one of the handles was twisted at an awkward angle, and Mike decided, with a heavy heart, to ditch the bike. It clearly hadn't been as lucky as he to have survived the fender bender and would only slow him down at this point. Without a bike, and with the limp he'd acquired, Mike knew it would take twice as long as he'd originally intended and wondered briefly if the world had decided to start conspiring against him when the sky darkened abruptly and rain started pelting him viciously as he held his bag close to his chest, under his suit jacket to keep the papers from soaking.

He was more than a little disappointed when he walked into the office almost a half hour after 8am. Sighing, Mike walked towards Donnas' desk. "Delivery." he held up his bag wearily.

Without looking up she tsked. "Harvey wanted those twenty minutes ago." was all she said, until she did look up and wrinkled her nose, "Oh Mike, you look like something the cat dragged in. You should invest in this thing called a car; has a roof and everything." the red head finally gave into the pity she felt for the soaked to the bone puppy and let him into Harveys office.

"Late again, I see. And wet." Harvey cringed. "Stop dripping on my carpet."

Mike rolled his eyes. "Here Your Majesty." he handed the older man the files in his bag.

"Bout damn time." the Senior Partner started flipping through them. "What'd you find?"

"Everything's in those files, I'm sure at Harvard they taught you how to read." Mike tried to not snap at his boss-because, you know, he was his boss, but he was tired and achy and wet and his bike was in some alley rusting in the rain right now and he still had to deal with frigging Louis. He couldn't think of anyone in the history of mankind who'd ever looked forward to that.

Harvey raised a brow. "Hey, cut it with the attitude, Pup, I'm not the one who was late again, and I'm not the one stupid enough to ride a bike every day to a law firm, much less in the rain. So like I said before, 'What'd you find?'."

Mike heaved a sigh. "The man suing our client has sued before, there was a case in 1994 where he sued his wife's doctor for malpractice, the case was dismissed as frivolity, and then in 2000 he successfully managed to sue the industry on his prior home when he started experiencing lung problems, supposedly because of the hazardous chemicals they produced. I dug deeper and found out he's been a smoker for nearly thirty five years, and no one else in his neighborhood complained about the chemicals. He bought a nice apartment in the city with the settlement the industry paid him, and now he's suing our company, which does have it's faults as well, but it's obvious this guy's one frivolous lawsuit after the other." he surmised.

"That's good." Harvey bent his head, started reading the files, and Mike stood there awkwardly for a minute before Harvey shot him a 'Why are you still here dripping on my carpet?' look-and yes, only Harvey could convey so much in a look-and Mike left the office, waving at Donna on his way out.

"Get a new suit!" was her response.

"Louis, here's the work you ask-"

"You're late Mister Ross. Here at Pearson Hardman we frown upon tardiness." Louis sneered at the associate, not looking up from the couple of papers on his desk, trying to look disinterested entirely.

Mike dropped the files on the Junior Partners desk and walked off, before the older man could say any more. As soon as he reached his desk, he turned on his computer and his shoulders sagged as he let out a long sigh.

He'd gone through so much paper work yesterday and all night that his fingers were littered with bandages to cover the paper cuts and typing was becoming a chore. In fact, staying awake was starting to become a chore.

Another firm associate-his least favorite, Seth, walked over to his bullpen and grinned when he saw Mikes wet attire, his blonde hair sticking to his head. "Look what the c-"

"Cat dragged in, yeah; try to be a little more original next time, yeah?" Mike was in no mood to deal with Seth right now.

"Whatever Ross, I'm only here to tell you Louis wants you in his office ASAP." With those parting words, the associate strode off.

Mike sighed. Could this day possibly get any worse? He stood up slowly, his knee nearly buckling under his own weight and rode through the pain as he made his way to the devils inferno.

A.N. Doubt I got any of the characters down right (I suck at trying to write new characters) But yeah, review? :o Thanks!