Disclaimer: I don't own Suits, as everyone probably knows.

Author's Note: So...I haven't done a Suits fanfic before, so I thought I'd try it. I'm a whump writer and I have chosen Harvey for my new whumpee. Hopefully you guys enjoy it! Let me know what you think. I always get a little nervous when I write my first story for a new fandom.

1. Deal With It

"Why are we seeing this guy again?" Mike sighed as tried to keep up with Harvey's stride. Somehow, the man could walk quickly and look more dignified than royalty. Mike only looked like a rumpled kid with a frantic need for speed. Maybe he'd get better with practice.

"I think he's going to try and settle. I'd like to hear what he has to say." Harvey replied. He was calm with a small smile on his face, but Mike could tell he was irritated. Harvey didn't say it, but he was tired of this whole case and he just wanted to win it and forget it.

"He paid his witnesses and we have evidence of it; we can totally win this case. Why do we have to bother with him again?" Mike whined, trotting a few steps to catch up to Harvey.

"He may offer us a good deal. Just because you don't like him isn't a good enough reason to pass up a prime possibility."

"Well, of course I don't like him. He's nothing short of a loudmouthed jackass."

"Mainly because he was staring at your lovely office gal pal like she was a piece of meat."

"Exactly. Wait—what?"

Harvey smirked without even looking at Mike.

"You can't let your personal feelings get in the way of a case, Mike. Sometimes you just have to deal with it." he advised, slowing as he came to a door. He looked at Mike firmly and placed a hand on the door handle.

"Today, you just have to deal with it."

Mike glared in response. Somewhere in his computer of a brain he knew Harvey was right. But his heart fought against the idea completely.

Harvey pushed the door open and stepped inside, instantly cautious. There was no secretary at the front desk. In fact, there didn't seem to be much activity at all. It was quiet. Very, very quiet.

"Mike, do you hear that?" he whispered.

"Hear what?"

Harvey scanned the room with his dark eyes, puzzled by such an unusual silence.


He could practically feel Mike stiffen behind him. Something was off. No office should be this absent of activity. There wasn't a single sound, not even the occasional rustle of papers or tap of computer keys. The initial impression was that no one was here. He must investigate.

"Harvey, what're you doing?" Mike hissed, standing uncomfortably by the door as his mentor took a few steps inside. "What if something bad happens?" Mike glanced over his shoulder, suddenly frightened by the odd situation.

"Well, then that's just our luck, since I didn't wear my bulletproof vest today." Harvey sighed, slowly making his way to the secretary's desk while keeping a wary eye out. Mike stood straighter by the door, his eyes widening slightly.

"You have a bulletproof vest?"

Harvey rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"No, Mike. Of course I don't have a bulletproof vest. How often do you think I get shot?" he replied, a snarky tone weaving through his voice. Mike was quiet for a minute.

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

Harvey stopped and looked at Mike over his shoulder. His associate shrugged, looking as innocent as the kid could look. Harvey tried his best to hold back a smile as he turned back to his investigating.

"Of course, you couldn't possibly have a vest without the rest of the suit to go with it." Mike thought aloud. Harvey shot him a look, instantly silencing Mike.

"There is nothing wrong with three-piece suits. At least I don't look like I slept in mine."

Mike fidgeted where he stood, obviously irritated by the reply. Harvey was trying to ignore him as he peered around the secretary's desk carefully, but he couldn't block out his associate's voice.

"Well, I can't help that I actually live. I bike to work. I don't have a personal driver like you. On top of that, I have to do research for you and all that so I don't have time to just whip out an iron and smooth out all the wrinkles. What am I—"

"Mike, shut up."

Mike stopped talking, startled by the sound of Harvey's voice. It didn't sound angry, it sounded…serious.

"What is it?" he asked, almost afraid of what Harvey found. Sure, Harvey sounded serious quite a bit, but this was a different kind of serious. This was the kind that hinted at a complication. Something was wrong and Mike didn't know what to do.

"It's, uh…" Harvey mumbled, his eyes glued to the area behind the desk. His heart pounded. Maybe he wasn't as good with numbers as Mike was, but he didn't have to be a genius to figure out what he was looking at.




"It's just a bomb, Mike." Harvey replied, walking quickly from the desk. Mike looked at him with saucer-like eyes, clearly hoping it was a joke. "So, we're going to run like hell. Go, go, go!"

Harvey pushed Mike out the door, trying to get the suddenly immobile associate out of the office. He was counting down in his head, his heart pounding louder with each second.

"Move your legs! Come on!" Harvey shouted frantically. He wasn't leaving Mike behind, no matter how much the kid annoyed him. Even now, as Mike had suddenly lost the urge to move.

He shoved with everything he had, trying to alert Mike to the urgency of the situation. The numbers kept going down. Harvey knew they wouldn't get out in time.



They were only in the hall now, but time had run out. Harvey had to take another course of action. He tackled Mike to the ground, blanketing his body over his associate in a frantic attempt to protect him. Time was out, it was over and there was nothing they could do.


Author's Note: Thanks for taking the time to read this. I hope you enjoyed it! Please review if you can, I'd really appreciate it.