Chapter 6

Last chapter! :) Hope you like it! BTW: To whoever watched tonight's episode: HOW AWESOME WAS IT! SO UNBELIEVABLE! Ahem…anyways on with the story!

1 ½ Hours earlier

Mike clicked on his computer, the brightness nearly blinding him and definitely jarring his pounding headache. He was onto something, he knew it. He remembered that he, Hudson, and Harvey were sitting at their table in the casino and he couldn't help but notice the brunette haired woman that kept glaring at them. They weren't doing anything annoying and they weren't being loud so why would she be staring daggers at them? He tried not to dwell on the thought that there was something suspicious about her, but he couldn't help it. He looked away for no more than two minutes and when he looked back up, she was gone. Their drinks were coming and he decided it was probably nothing but one of those people that were mad at others for no apparent reason.

He looked around the dark, silent office while waiting for the computer to start up. It was always so different when he was the only one there and everyone was home sleeping. Well, not everyone; the night janitors were there and he was always on a first name basis with them, because of the many all-nighters he's pulled. He shivered, even though he was wearing a sweatshirt, and looked back to his computer screen. 4:30. He knew he should be resting since he was still sick, but he knew he wouldn't be able to let things go until the matter was settled. Sighing, he opened up Hudson's files and while he knew everything that was on the papers, there was one document that Hudson had told them it was nothing and not to read it. Well, now that 'nothing' could be a crucial 'something.' Opening the confidential document, he scanned the words carefully until he came across a paragraph that spiked his interest and caused his eyes to widen.

Rival Company: Katherine Miller Hydraulics; owner: Katherine J. Miller. Tried to sue Jonathan Hudson's company numerous times on false accounts and accusations. Hudson has a restraining order against her.

Mike's heart beat faster in excitement. He clicked on the link to the restraining order and read up on that before opening a picture of Ms. Miller. She was exactly how he remembered her: dark brunette hair, green eyes, an even amount of freckles on her nose and a sinister smile showing pearly white teeth. He found her; she killed Hudson, she nearly killed him, and he knew she did. Well, he wasn't going to let it go unpunished; he was going to give her a piece of his mind. Shutting of the monitor, he took out his phone and texted Harvey. He knew the man was going to kick his ass for what he was gonna do, but this was personal. Time to go back to Las Vegas.

***Suits***

Harvey got to the airport in record time, but it still wasn't fast enough. He bought a ticket for the next flight out to Las Vegas and hoped to find Mike sitting in the waiting area. But he hadn't and that could only mean one thing: Mike was either already there or still on the plane. He was gonna kill that kid; he had read up on this Katherine Miller and bet money that Mike failed to notice her history of violence. She was arrested twice for attempted murder and he was surprised the bitch still had a company. But everything was starting to come together; this Miller woman was the perfect fit to Hudson's murder and she was a person not to be messed with. Now his idiot associate was gonna confront her on his own and that meant trouble. Mike was going to get himself killed…and after all they've been through. He tried Mike's cell again and this time it told him the phone was out of service. Great, Mike was still on the plane. God, Donna was gonna kill him; and if Mike died, he'd never be able to live it down. Harvey sat down and tried to relax, waiting eagerly for his flight to be announced.

***Suits***

As Mike got off the plane, he felt completely worse than he did five hours ago. He must've had five cups of ginger ale for his stomach and he knew it was only a matter of time before the cramping hit him at full force. At times on the plane it had and he was asked numerous times if he was okay or the plane needed to land so he could get to a hospital; and every time he played it off as eating some bad shrimp. The pain was excruciating, but he wasn't about to take his pill, because those just made him sleepy and weak. He coughed harshly, earning him a bunch of concerned and alarmed looks from the passersby. He sniffed and hugged his body tightly before heading outside and hailing a taxi. Right after he told the driver his destination, his phone began beeping repeatedly; he had a dozen missed calls from Harvey. Yep, he was a dead man. Suddenly, his phone rang and it wasn't hard to guess who it was.

"Harvey."

"What the hell are you doing, Mike?"

"I already told you; I'm gonna talk to Katherine Miller."

"Yeah, I know that already, but why are you doing it alone? Do you have any idea how dangerous this could be?"

"Aww, do you care about me?" Mike coughed. He heard Harvey sigh in annoyance and he smiled.

"Don't go and confront the woman until I get there. It'll be one more hour; I'm on the plane now."

"Then how are you calling me?"

"Doesn't matter; do not handle her by yourself."

"Harvey, I can't wait one hour. Besides I'm almost there and I can deal with this on my own. I'll be fine and nothing bad will happen so don't worry."

"I'm not worrying, I just know you're going to do something stupid, get in trouble, and then get your ass thrown in jail."

Mike rolled his eyes. "Bye, Harvey."

"Mi-" Mike hung up before Harvey had the chance to finish. He'd be fine; what was the worst that could happen anyways?

Harvey cursed silently as he hung up the plane phone and sat back in his chair. Like he told Mike, he was an hour away from Las Vegas, but of course Mike had to be impatient and go ahead on his own. He had to admit, though, part of him felt pride swell up in his chest for his associate…not matter how idiotic the kid was. But the other half of him was really worried for Mike. He looked down at his watch and willed the plane to move faster; he knew he wouldn't be able to stop Mike from getting to Katherine, but he had to stop Katherine from killing Mike. After what seemed like years, the plane landed and Harvey walked quickly towards the front and out of the plane. He pushed carelessly through bustling crowds and ran outside to signal a taxi.

"Katherine Miller Company; step on it," he said breathlessly.

The driver nodded and slammed on the gas; unfortunately, the afternoon Las Vegas traffic wasn't helping too much. Harvey sighed in frustration, started tapping his foot restlessly and ran his hand through his hair repeatedly. If Mike died, he was going to kill him. Well, he might as well make himself useful, so he called the LVPD and told them what was going on. He just hoped that maybe if he didn't get there in time, they would. But the traffic was just as bad for the officers as well, and when the taxi dropped Harvey off at the K.M Company building, the squad cars were not too far behind.

"Crap!" Without waiting for the police, he ran inside and demanded to know where Katherine Miller's office. The startled secretary told him, not wanting to get caught up in whatever he was doing. When the police came in, too, she knew something was up. She really hoped that they were coming to take away that bitch Katherine. Everyone hated her, but she paid good money for them not to quit…that or she blackmailed them into staying. Wanting to see what was going on, she jumped up and followed the commotion to Katherine's office.

Harvey ran down hallways, up stairwells- not bothering with a slow elevator- and skidding around corners. It's not too late, it's not too late, it's not too late. Please let it not be too late. Donna will kill me if I let the kid die! Different scenarios ran through his head as he got closer and closer to Katherine's office. He really didn't want to think about Mike- his kid brother- lying on the floor dead, cold, unmoving all over again. And when he told Mike that he didn't care and that he didn't want Mike dying was because he didn't want to hire another associate, it was only partially true. Yeah, he didn't want to hire another associate, not because it would give him a lot of paperwork but because like Donna, Mike was irreplaceable. Yeah, he said it. No one could live up to what Mike Ross had done within the past year and a half. No one else would be willing to go the extra mile like the kid, or to pull a week's worth of all-nighters, or exchange movie quotes or do anything that Mike did for that matter. The kid, Donna, and Jessica were his only family since he stopped talking to his biological ones and if he lost anyone of those three, then he'd fall apart. As he neared the office doors, he could hear crashing and sounds of a struggle coming from inside. Crap, Crap. Mike you better be getting the upper hand. Footsteps came up from behind and the officers nodded at each other as they agreed to kick down the doors. The entrance burst open and Harvey pushed past the other men so he could see for himself what had happened.

Son of a bitch. "Mike!"

1 hour earlier

Mike stepped out of the taxi after he paid the driver. He coughed harshly, feeling worse and worse with every movement. His body was aching, his head was pounding and he felt like throwing up. He wanted to take another one of those awesome pain pills and curl up in a nice warm bed for the next three days, but this had to be done. He probably should've called the police, but like he told Harvey, he could handle this on his own; he'd call the police after he brought her down. Press until it hurts. Harvey's words still burned in his mind and he knew that was the solution; get her to confess, get her to break down in tears, get her to turn herself in. This was going to be easy as pie.

He walked inside the huge building and went up to the blonde secretary, clearing his sore throat.

"Can I help y- are you okay, mister?"

"Y-Yeah." Mike knew he looked like shit; he'd been given a couple of weird looks from everyone who laid eyes on him, but it didn't matter. "Can you tell me where Katherine Miller's office is? I have information on some of Jonathan Hudson's company that she could find useful."

"Of course, would you like for me to let her know you're coming?"

"No, no. She knows I am; I called ahead."

"Alrighty, then. Room 792."

The seventh fucking floor? You gotta be kidding me! Mike forced a smile and thanked the woman before leaving for his destination. Thank god there were elevators or he never would have made it too the second floor. In fact, he'd probably be passed out on the steps within five minutes if he had to take the stairs. Mike got into the elevator and pressed the button for the seventh floor; when he was in the privacy of the enclosed area, he leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but he was and this bitch was going to jail. When the elevator finally reached the destined floor, he pushed himself from the wall and stumbled out into the hallway. 786, 787, 788, 789, 790, 791… finally 792. He stared at the closed door for a moment, wondering if Harvey was right; wondering if he should do this alone. He didn't really feel like thinking about it, because right now, thinking made his head hurt. Taking a deep breath, Mike opened the door and stepped inside.

He found the woman sitting at her desk, looking at papers and rubbing her eyes. They were red and puffy along with her arms, which looked covered in a rash. Harvey had told him what he'd been poisoned with and while he was looking up Katherine Miller earlier, he took the liberty of researching the symptoms. Some of it scared him, knowing that's what happened to him during those days he lost; but if Katherine hadn't been careful she might've gotten some eye or skin exposure…and he was right. It was weird, though, how after nearly a couple months she was still having symptoms.

"Katherine Miller?"

The woman looked up, startled and frowned at the skinny, sick looking man. Her eyes widened, however, when she seemed to recognize him…but she pretended not to.

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"You look a bit sick," Mike growled ignoring the question.

"It's just allergies. Now, again, who are you?" She said, standing up

"I think you know very well who I am. The guy you tried to kill? Yeah, I know it was only supposed to be for Jonathan Hudson, but thanks to you, I nearly lost my life!" Mike shouted, coming closer to the woman's desk.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry to hear that," Katherine said sarcastically. "Now leave before I call security."

"Oh and I tell them what you did? I think you'll be the one being carried away."

Katherine scoffed. "I'm not so sure about that." Before Mike could see that Katherine's hand was sliding more towards a granite bust then the phone, the woman swung the statue at him, striking his head brutally. Mike stumbled backwards, practically feeling his brain rattle around in his skull. Everything was spinning and the next thing Mike knew, he was flat on the floor blinking rapidly to try and clear his head. But, before he could do anything, he felt pressure on his chest followed by small cold hands on his throat. Shit, she's strangling me!

"I've been to jail one too many times and I'm not about to go back now, Mr. Smarty-pants. John is…well, was my rival and he was taking all of my money; I was going to lose my business. I wasn't about to let that happen, so I killed the sucker; it's your fault you had the same drink as him."

Mike wheezed and lifted his hand to try and scratch off the woman's hand, but he was already weak and the depleted oxygen wasn't helping the situation.

"P-please don't," Mike gasped, twisting hips and kicking his legs to get the woman off of him.

"Sorry kid. Maybe you should've left this alone instead of snooping around." Just as she was about to finish Mike off, her doors smashed open.

"Freeze!"

"Mike!"

Mike sluggishly looked up and saw a blurry form of Harvey standing by the door with a bunch of other forms in dark suits. He almost lost consciousness when the hands on his neck loosened, and he nearly relaxed until he felt a cold, sharp blade on his skin, instantly drawing blood. He grunted in pain and knew that it was all over; the crazy bitch had a knife to his throat and she was going to kill him. Why didn't he just listen to Harvey?

"Stop!" Shouted Harvey, trying to keep his cool in front of the kid. "You don't want to do this."

"Of course I don't, but it won't matter if I kill him, 'cause I'm already in too deep. I killed Jonathan Hudson, what'll it matter if I kill this kid?" Katherine pressed harder on Mike's neck, eliciting a whimper of pain from the man.

Harvey tensed, wanting to snatch a gun from the officer and splatter Katherine' brains all over her nice green walls.

"Put the knife down!" The officer next to him shouted. "Or we will be forced to shoot you."

"Go ahead, see if I care!" She screamed; and before anyone could do anything, she swiftly plunged the knife into Mike's abdomen, causing the kid's breath to get caught in his throat. His eyes enlarged and he began gasping like a fish out of water. His eyes closed causing Harvey's breathing to hitch and his anger boil inside of him.

Almost instantly, the officer shot Katherine Miller in the shoulder, causing her to drop the blade and fall back onto the floor. One of the other officers picked her up roughly and cuffed her arms tightly behind her back.

"You're under arrest, you crazy lunatic."

The chief watched as the injured woman was evicted from the room before facing Harvey, who was now on the floor with Mike, covering his wound.

"One of my guys called the ambulance; it should be here soon."

Harvey nodded solemnly, not taking his eyes off of Mike. When he felt a hand on his shoulder he looked up. The officer nodded at him and smiled.

"Thanks for the tip; we've been looking for this bitch for ages. Katherine Miller, or should I say- Marcy Lodges- is wanted in five unsolved murders. You and your boy have been a big help."

Harvey bobbed his head in acknowledgement before bringing his gaze back to Mike. The kid was paler than he'd ever been…well except for when…he didn't even want to think about it. There was a patch of dark crimson blood on the side of Mike's head and a nasty lump was already starting to form. When he saw the bloodied bust on the floor, he was about to blow a gasket; that bitch was dead. He felt warm blood seep through his fingers and wished the ambulance would hurry up. He pressed down harder and suddenly Mike groaned, his eyes flickering open.

"Ow, that hurts," he groaned, his head lolling on the floor.

"I told you not to go on your own; you're a pup and not ready to go out without your leash."

"Very f-funny, Harvey," Mike chuckled weakly.

"I try to be… how are you doing?"

"Peachy, just splendid; my head feels like there is someone jackhammering inside, my throat is b-burning, my side hurts and everything is all blurry. So yeah, everything is just awesome."

"Okay, hot-shot, no need to be wise-ass. What you did was very stupid; I thought you were supposed to be a smart person?"

Mike scoffed. "M-Maybe you're right; I should've listened to you."

"Maybe I'm right? Of course I'm right, look what you got yourself into."

The corner of Mike's mouth twitched upwards before his eyes began closing slowly.

"Hey, no sleeping on the job," Harvey shouted strictly, patting the kid's cheek.

"But I'm not working," Mike whined.

"I don't care; no sleeping and I mean it."

"But I'm so tired. Can't I just sleep for five more minutes?" Mike coughed harshly.

"No," Harvey said, getting really worried. The kid's breathing was becoming worse and the tremors were increasing. Finally, he started hearing footsteps approaching and he praised the lord. "Just hold on, kid, help's almost here."

"C-Can't Harvey. S-so ti…s-s'ry." Mike trailed off and his head fell limp to the side.

"Mike? Mike, don't you dare pass out on me!" Harvey shouted as he began shaking the man's body frantically. But he never got a chance to wake him up, because the paramedics finally arrived, cleaned Mike as best they could before strapping him in a stretcher and whisking him away to the ambulance.

"Fuck, Mike," Harvey whispered as he, once again, got into a taxi and followed the speeding vehicle. While doing so, he was gonna have to make the most dreaded call ever: Donna.

"Where the hell have you guys been!? I come to your apartment and it's empty! Mike doesn't need to be walking around, he needs to rest Harvey. And why haven't you bee answering my calls? I've be worried-"

"Donna, calm down, everything's gonna be okay."

"Harvey what happened?" Donna said darkly, instantly picking up on the worry in Harvey's voice.

"The idiot remembered who poisoned him and came back to Las Vegas before I could stop him. He confronted the woman only resulting in him getting bashed over the head, strangled, and stabbed."

"A-Are you sure he's gonna be okay?"

"I don't know yet, but I'll call you later with an update."

"Alright…I'm gonna kill that kid."

"I know…me too." Harvey hung up and pocketed his cellphone before looking out the window distantly. Mike better be okay or else.

***Suits***

Harvey watched Mike breath in and out steadily. It had been a close call; the doctor said if the stab was anymore to left, it would've hit the heart. Otherwise, the wound wasn't too bad; it was just the matter of Mike's current health condition previous to the injury. He also had a minor concussion and luckily got away with the strangling, his throat not showing any signs of swelling. All Mike needed was a shit ton of rest, meds, oxygen for the next hour or so, and more rest. The oxygen mask covered most of Mike's pale face and the fever the kid had been sporting had finally gone down to a safe 99.2.

"What am I gonna do with you kid?" Harvey whispered, wiping a hand down his face tiredly. Now that he thought about it, he was exhausted; the last time he closed his eyes to rest was nearly a day ago just minutes before he found that Mike was missing. His eyes slowly began to close and before he knew it, he was snoring away…even in the uncomfortable hospital chair.

1 Day Later

"You ready to go kid?"

"Am I ever; but do I still need the wheelchair?"

Harvey smirked and rolled his chair. "Already told you before: its hospital procedure."

Mike groaned as he let Harvey push him out of the room, into the elevator and then finally outside. Once Mike got up, stretching the kinks out of his body, Harvey passed the chair off to the nurse before gently clapping Mike on the back. Mike gave Harvey a small smile before they started walking towards their taxi.

"Can we go to a casino before we head back? Las Vegas in nearly a once in a lifetime opportunity."

Harvey scoffed. "You were stabbed maybe twenty-four hours ago and you want to go gambling?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Because the doctor gave you strict orders to rest, R-E-S-T, something you haven't been doing much of lately. And I don't know about you, but I can come here any time."

"Come on Harvey, please?"

"No. Now will you get into the car?"

"Fine," Mike grumbled, wincing a bit when he moved the fresh wound.

Once Harvey got in, the driver took off towards the airport. Mike was silent, looking out the window. The older lawyer shook his head in disbelief; the freakin' kid was sulking like a two year old. Rolling his eyes, he looked out the window before thinking of something to say to snap the kid out of his funk.

"Tell you what, when you are better- and I mean 110% better, we can come back; and you can be my wingman."

This seemed to get Mike's mood up, his face breaking out into a small smile while looking at Harvey "Really?"

"Yeah, really, kid. But if you run off by yourself again, you're going to compel me into buying a leash."

"Okay."

"I mean it."

"I know."

"Good, 'cause I'm not the joking type."

Mike snorted lightly before looking back out the window. "Yeah, sure."

Harvey smiled as he, too, resumed his gaze out the window. The kid was going to be alright; it might take a while, but he was going to recover. And he planned on keeping his promise. They'd come back soon and with Mike's freaky brain, the pair would be millionaires…not like he wasn't almost already, but Mike obviously needed the money. Maybe he'd buy a more decent apartment for the kid. Yeah, that's what he'd do, because he didn't need his puppy catching a sickness after all that just happened. He glanced at Mike again, who was now asleep against the window, and grinned. The kid was going to make one hell of a lawyer someday; maybe almost better than him…no, no one could ever top the great Harvey Specter…right? Damn, he was going to have some competition on his hands in the future.

Back Home:

"Michael James Ross, what the hell were you thinking?" Donna scolded angrily, smacking Mike on the arm as soon as he and Harvey stepped into the condo.

"I-"

"He wasn't Donna, because he's an idiot," Harvey smirked.

"Thanks for defending me," Mike said sarcastically.

"Well? I'm waiting."

"Umm…well… Harvey's right; I wasn't thinking and I'm sorry."

Donna squinted her eyes at Mike for a moment before embracing him in a gentle hug.

"If you ever do that to me again, I'll smack you into next month."

"It won't happen again, I promise."

"Good. Now what did the doctor say?"

"Lots and Lots of rest," Harvey said, drinking a glass of water. "And if you don't, I'll strap you to the bed and lock the doors."

"That's just creepy, Harvey. Real creepy," Mike said, looking at his boss with a raised eyebrow.

"Shut up and go to bed; it's nearly midnight."

Mike rolled his eyes, but strolled into the bathroom to change.

Donna shook her head as she grabbed glass of water for herself. "That kid-"

"He's something isn't he?" Harvey finished the sentence. "I honestly don't know how we put up with him."

Donna lightly elbowed the lawyer in the stomach before going to sit on the couch, turning on the TV. "Seriously, how is he doing? He looks way too pale…and skinny."

Harvey sat next to Donna while looking to where Mike disappeared. "Doc said he was going to be exhausted for a couple days, probably experience some headaches and he'll be sore for a while."

"What about his fever?"

"I think that's gone."

"And his cramps?"

"We'll have to wait and see for that."

Donna nodded and took a sip of her drink. "He's gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, and about his skinniness; I'll stuff him up with my awesome cooking."

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Speed-Racer," Mike said emerging from the bathroom.

Harvey scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Almost half a week ago you said my omelet was amazing."

"That was just an omelet, the other things…I'm a bit scared to try."

"Whatever, just go to bed."

"But I'm not even tired yet," Mike yawned.

Both Harvey and Donna turned around to glare at him, showing that there were to be no arguments.

"Fine, Fine I'm going ," Mike said, putting his hands up in surrender. But he stopped before disappeared into Harvey's room. "Harvey?"

"What kid?" Harvey said looking over to his associate.

"Thanks…you know…everything." Mike smiled and bobbed his head before leaving.

The corner of Harvey's twitched upwards as he stared at his doorway for the next couple minutes. "You're welcome kid," He whispered.

"Wow, the Great Harvey Specter is showing that he cares."

"No, not really. If I really cared, I would've said 'you're welcome' to his face instead of waiting for him to disappear."

Donna scoffed and rolled his eyes before turning her attention back to the TV. An hour later, the redhead was fast asleep against the arm of the couch and the channel was on some stupid infomercial about blenders. Harvey sighed; another night on the couch. He looked towards the doorway to his bedroom; sighing, he pushed himself off the sofa, covered Donna up with a blanket and made his way to where the kid was sleeping. Quietly stepping inside, he walked over to Mike and made sure everything was normal. And by normal, he meant to see if the kid was breathing.

When he saw the kid, he was sleeping peacefully on his side- the side that didn't have the stab wound in it- the pillow clutched weakly in his hands and the covers resting just above his waist. Harvey shook his head but brought the blankets up to Mike's shoulders; the kid shifted in his sleep from the change of temperature before settling once more. Hesitating for a second, he ran a hand through Mike's hair before turning to leave.

"You're welcome, Mike." And please don't scare me like this ever again or I swear I'll kick your ass to hell. Suddenly, soft snores started emanating from the younger man and Harvey chuckled.

"What a lawyer you'll turn out to be, kid."

The end

Yeah I know, kind of a sucky ending, but I didn't know what else to put. Anyways, thanks a bunch for everyone who read, alerted, faved, and review; it means so much! And once I'm more on a roll with 'Mauled' and 'Lost and Found' I have the sequel to 'Consequences' and another Suits one-shot. Reviews!