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Title: Kill Shot (by juan--borgia) whitesuits Word Count: 3,580 Additional Tags/Warnings: this is my first real attempt to fic so bear with me! it was one shot and rushed so no time to proof-read sorry! Summary: A client's questionable deals brings the FBI to Pearson and Hardman, and when Harvey's freedom is threatened, Mike finally learns Harvey's gun analogy.
“Time to go Mr. Ross, tell your lovely New York arrivederci!”
And so he did.
When the FBI walked into Pearson and Hardman everybody was on their best behavior, especially Mike Ross who feared that the word fraud may be stamped on his forehead.
“They’re not here for you, Mike but they may be if you keep looking at them like a deer caught in headlights.” Harvey reassured him as they both sat in Harvey’s office, Mike trying to be subtle about watching the G-men yet having no luck at it by the looks of it.
“But what if they find out? The whole firm could go down.” Mike began his panic clearly audible.
“Wrong. You could go down.” Harvey said still invested in reading the papers in front of him and giving no real mind to Mike’s worry.
“Harvey that’s not funny, the FBI is out there—“
“Investigating a client, not the firm and certainly not you.” Harvey stated cutting Mike off before he could finish off his sentence. “Listen Mike, I know you like to think of yourself as the next catch me if you can, but I’d advise you to not get ahead of yourself. Now calm down and help me look over this paperwork.
Mike was not convinced. He knew that Harvey could be held a prisoner in a third world country by a terrorist regime, and he would still feel in control. Thought surely most people would wish to have that sense of calm and control that Harvey had, Mike often found himself wishing that Harvey could be afraid. That Harvey could simply show some sense of uncertainty for once, though he got the feeling that he would be left wishing for a very long time.
“What are they even looking for, anyways? We’re their law firm not their accountant.” Mike asked trying to divert his panic.
“Any discrepancies in paperwork, hints to tax evasion, money laundering, anything they can get their hands on.”
Mike’s eyes widened, “who’s the client? Sounds we represent the mob.”
“It doesn’t concern you, those papers concern you so deal with that and tell me when you find anything we can work with…Now.” Harvey said lifting his gaze for the first time to meet Mike who awkwardly shuffled his way out of the seat and then out of the office. While on his way to the cubicle, Mike bumped into an FBI agent with sent a chill down his back as though he was about to be sentenced for life.
“Sorry I—“ He began.
“No it was my fault” The agent interjected.
Mike did not want to risk another word. He felt as though anything that came out of his mouth now said guilty. He merely politely nodded and made his way out of that uncomfortable situation. Today was going to be a tough day to work in and he was not looking forward to any part of it.
“You look lost.” A voice to his right, and Mike quickly turned to see who it belonged to.
“Hi, um I’m from Pearson and Hardman and I—“
“Ahh the Medici case!”
“The—I’m sorry what?”
“The Medici case, that’s what we call it because he is known as ‘The Medici’”
“Like the family?”
“Yup.” The agent said nonchalantly as he stood from his desk and made his way around to stand in front of Mike.
“Is he related to them or--?”
“No, but he collects art and luxuries as though he was.” Mike thought that awfully interesting. He wondered who the client in question was but he had no real desire to delve deeper into the case for fear of getting burned.
“Are you the agent in the case? I came with some of the papers that were asked for.” Harvey’s idea of a practical joke.
“Oh no I’m a-uh, consultant. You must be the client’s lawyer then?”
“Nooo.” Mike said letting out a nervous chuckle, “I mean. I am a lawyer, just not his?” He wanted to hit himself in the face but he figured he had been smooth enough already. “I don’t even know who the guy is to be honest.” He said trying to divert attention from his upcoming nervous breakdown.
“hmm I know the feeling. Nobody tells me anything around here either,”
“Caffrey!” someone called out and Mike recognized the guy as the agent he had bumped into earlier. He proceeded to point at Caffrey and gesture him to come over to him.
“Well I guess that’s my queue. I can go ahead and take those papers to him if you want.” Mike nodded and handed him over the papers. “Make sure to not look at the papers on my desk that may or may not say your client’s name and all. You know, just in case you were curious.” Caffrey added before he gave Mike a small wink and turned his back to him to answer his call.
Mike’s moral code told him not to, but then again he was a fraudulent lawyer so morality was not much at this point. He tried to cautiously look around as he walked closer to the desk and began looking down to the paper work on it. Giorgio Di Santo was the name that the papers kept coming up with. He had heard that name before but he could not quite pin point it.
“Excuse me can I help you?” Mike jumped being startled by the sudden interruption.
“No I—“
“He’s with Pearson and Hardman, I was actually just going to show him out.” Mike confirmed this with a slight nod as he took a deep breath thanking Caffrey for his impeccable timing. “Let me show you the way out…”
“Mike Ross”
“Mr. Ross yes, come on” Mike diligently followed the impeccably dressed man who though seemingly trustworthy had a dubious vibe about him.
“So how’s the case going?” Mike inquired trying to get some reaffirmation that he was home free.
“Good. Just looking into some of your lawyers now but you all went to Harvard so what is there to worry about?” Caffrey said letting out a small chuckle that Mike knew was supposed to make him understand that was a joke.
“Yeah” Mike said laughing nervously, “Nothing to hide here!” he said lifting his hands up in surrender to keep on the joke.
“They’re mainly looking at partners anyways so you should be fine. Do you work under Perason?”
“Under Specter. I mean, technically under Jessica because Harvey is under her. I mean, not actually under her that would be awkward but yeah.” The ding of the elevator signaled its arrival and Mike was glad for it.
“See you around, Ross.”
“You lied to me, Harvey.”
“What now?” Harvey said irritated while leaning back on his comfy chair.
“You said they wouldn’t look into the lawyer.”
“I told you to relax, which clearly you haven’t done.”
“Harvey this is not a joke! I thought we agreed no more lies, can you just appreciate the seriousness of the situation?”
“You will be fine, Mike. Now I would appreciate if you sat down and did your job for once instead of panicking on a daily basis.”
“It’s not me I’m worried about, Harvey.” Harvey met his gaze and just looked down to his paperwork without a word. Mike let out a chuckle.
“Of course you knew, Harvey Specter always knows. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Tell you what? There’s nothing to tell.” Harvey’s calm tone was irking Mike to the core and he wished for once he could express human emotion.
“I saw your name on the FBI papers. They’re not looking into partners, they’re looking into you, why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because this conversation would have taken place.”
“Do you know what this could mean for us, Harvey?”
“False alarm.”
“No. No, you know what. I am tired of your loaded gun metaphors and all of your crap about being untouchable because it’s not true. This is the real world Harvey, we could all go up in flames any day.”
“I chose to be a glass half full kind of guy.”
“You know, when you’re ready to be serious about something I’ll talk to you.” And with that Mike stormed out of Harvey’s office not willing to take any more of his mentor’s obnoxious attitude. He felt suffocated, as if the air within his lungs was being taken out little by little and there was nobody to help him. The only person that could was the one person that never seemed to trust him, and that for once, was actually knee deep as well.
“Oh hi! Mike there you are!”
“Mr. Ross seems like we keep bumping into each other.” Mike looked up to see Caffrey who seemed eager to see him, and the man he had bumped into earlier standing beside him.
“I’m Peter Burke, FBI.” Burke said outstretching his hand to shake Mike’s. “Which you of course knew but you know, you just get so used to say it, it’s like FBI becomes part of your name and—“
“Peter…” Caffrey interjected.
“Oh yeah, right.” He said pulling up his pants in a very authoritative manner. “I’m sending Neal over to talk to Mr. Di Santo while I have a talk with Mr. Specter. I don’t exactly like to trust Neal out alone around shiny things so I thought it’d be best if her went with one of the lawyers.”
“Yeah you know, and since we got along so well I thought it would be perfect.”
“So can I trust you, Mr. Ross?” The way Burke talked was friendly and welcoming. Nothing he really knew with Harvey. It almost made him feel bad that he had to lie to him.
“Of course.” Mike said trying to feign whatever sense of confidence he could.
“Great, I’ll meet you back at the office Caffrey.” Burke said walking over towards Harvey’s office and Mike could not help but to wonder what it was about, and he would be lying if he said it did not worry him. “Oh and Neal!” Both of them turned almost in unison, “No touching.”
“My hands are tied!” Neal replied almost playfully before resuming on their paths.
Mike would be lying if he said the way there was not awkward. Mostly because neither of them said a word, or rather Neil tried to but Mike was not in a mood for petty chat. He was not eager to go to their destination with Caffrey who was in the FBI, but Mike had done his homework and he knew that someone like Caffrey had more skeletons in his closet than Mike and Harvey ever could. It was risky being so close to the enemy, but Mike wanted answers and he knew he was not going to get any from Harvey.
“Here we are.”
“You weren’t lying when you said he like to live like The Medici.”
“Wait ‘til you see the inside.”
“You’ve been in there before?”
“Not officially.” Caffrey confessed with that sly smile of his that probably allowed him to get away with just about anything. It was a quality that Harvey possessed as well, the confidence that made everyone believe they were clean. But Mike was not envious, he liked being honest.
They were allowed in by a butler who apparently only spoke Italian which was an impairment for Mike but not to Caffrey who seemed to be capable of everything.
“Neal! Or should I call you Guillame?” A man who Mike assumed to be Di Santo called out loudly from the top of a massive staircase and the proceeded to make his way towards Caffrey with open arms.
“You know this guy?”
“Not officially.” Caffrey said before enveloping himself in a massive hug with the vibrant Italian.
“Hi I’m Mike—“
“Ross. I know, we do our research too.” He said as he then went on to embrace Mike as well completely disregarding Mike’s outstretched hand. “Come on, let’s have a seat.”
They all took a seat on lavish couches which Mike was sure were all imported for somewhere as were the tiles, the rugs, and everything including the owner of the house.
“So tell me guys, how are we going to go about this?” Di Santo said as he sat comfortably in a chair that practically screamed ‘The Boss.’
“I’m sorry I—I’m not really familiar with the situation.” Mike said beginning to look in every direction for a clear update that had been lost.
“Of course you do, Mr. Ross. You’re a lawyer, I could use one now.”
“Pearson and Hardman has plenty of lawyers.”
“Yes but none like you.” Caffrey interjected, Mike completely unsure as to what he meant.
“I told you we did our research. You think that if Harvey got a new protégé I wouldn’t look into it?” Mike could feel his sweat beginning to ooze out of every single one of his pores. “I know that you’re a fraud,” Mike’s eyes widened, he was sure he looked like a deer caught in the headlights as Harvey often pointed out. “Relax, we’re all conmen here.”
“I am not a con.” Mike stated adamantly.
“Oh so what, you gonna tell me you became a lawyer to save lives?” Di Santo said letting out a laughter that resounded throughout the whole place. “I’m offering you a shot to come out of this alive, kid. Help me, and you both come out on top.”
“So why not get Harvey to do it? He’s been your friend for so long.”
“That’s the problem with friends, kid. Sometimes, you can’t force them to do anything.”
Mike sat in the living room in complete silence for what felt like eternity. This was it, this was the moment that could define the rest of his future and he had no idea what to do. He wondered whether he should ask for Harvey’s input, but he did not.
“No.”
“No?”
“Mike, you have to think this through.”
“What’s in it for you anyways?” Mike asked caffrey almost defiantly.
“Burke said it, I like shiny things.” So nonchalant, Mike noted. Harvey would hate this guy.
“I won’t do it unless Harvey is safe too. We’re a package deal.” He said borrowing Donna’s words.
“That’s not how it works, kid. Someone has to take the fall, and it won’t be me.”
“And it won’t be Harvey either.”
The next morning Mike was at work almost eager to face the rest of the day. For once, he could honestly say he was not nervous.
“You’re in here early” Mike greeted Harvey cheerfully, who in turned looked at him as though he was an alien. “I looked over the rest of the papers and the client’s name was on three minor contracts, but he only signed one which—“
“Would give us way into proving a history of fraudulent contracts.” Harvey finished off without effort, “What’s gotten into you today? Yesterday you stormed off like a wounded Scarlett O’hara and now you’re Daisy Buchanan.”
“I’d like to think of myself as more of Jane Austen kind of woman…But nothing, I just thought you were right. You always save me from all the bullets, it’s about time I really trust your judgment.”
“I’m impressed, and here I thought I had hired a hormonal teenage girl.”
“I’m going to follow up with the secretary so I’ll see you later.”
“Godspeed.”
“Thank you.”
“Harvey?” Came in Donna unannounced.
“What is it?” Harvey was not one to worry but he knew that if she was not just simply using the intercom there was a hell of a reason for it.
“It’s Mike.”
“Specter is on his way, boss.”
“Good, thank you.” Peter Burke knew that if he had to count all the pennies that he could have gotten from every time Neil had betrayed his trust; he would be the richest man in New York. Yet he still gave him another shot. For some reason, Neil Caffrey always made him believe as though this time he meant it even though he should have known better than that. Yet even when he got the call he felt his heart sink. It was that factor of wishing that you were wrong, of wishing that maybe Caffrey was all that he wished him to believe he was.
“So where do you think he is now, boss?”
“Far away from here.” The scene before him was not one he had not seen before. A business deal gone awry. They had gotten word that The Medici would conduct a business transaction in person with a man they had been hoping to catch for quite some time now. It was the perfect scenario; a two for one, except nothing is ever as perfect. When he arrived at the scene all that remained was a blank canvas that read ‘Thank you, Burke’ and it did not take much else for Burke to know that Neil had some hand in this, after all he had been the one to tip them off about the exchange. The Medici was a massive transporter, he could get whatever Neil wanted across any border, and surely in exchange for a safe cover up he had offered him some more toys to add to his collection.
“What’s this about?”
“Mr. Specter, glad you could make it.” Burke said gesturing Specter to follow him. “Your client was said to make a transaction here tonight but obviously something did not go exactly as planned. Harvey was confused; from the looks of it the place was clean. “We found a truck just outside, its motor had been tampered with but there was nobody or nothing inside.”
“I’m missing the part in which this is relevant to me or my associate.”
“They took the merchandise and left, or rather, they want us to believe that.”
“They’re not very good liars if there are no signs of bullets.”
“No guns. That’s the deal.” It almost hurt Burke to speak so knowingly on the matter, “But all other signs try to point towards that.” He said stopping at a certain point within the empty building.
“I’m still lost, agent.”
“That,” Burke said pointing towards the ground, “that’s your guy’s wallet.” Harvey was confused to say the least. There were a million and one things that Harvey’s lawyer training told him to say, yet none that he felt adequate actually expressing. “We traced some paperwork from Di Santo, and they all went back to you. But it wasn’t you, it was Mr. Ross.”
“No I don’t think that’s correct, agent.”
“I know how it is, Mr. Specter. You don’t want to believe that you trusted the wrong guy, but he fooled you. He had been working for Di Santo all this time and was getting his dirty work in through the law firm to make it seem clean.”
“Where are they know?”
“I was hoping you could tell me.”
“Sir? We got a tip of a private plane flying out in ten, we can make it if we leave now.”
“Where are they heading to?”
“Seems like Italy.”
“Let’s go.” Burke said immediately following the agent out of the building. Once out he turned to face the lawyer, “Specter.”
“Behind you.”
Mike looked down as the New York skyline. How did he get here? He was not sure how things had spiraled so out of control but here he was now and for once, he was not afraid. He felt confident in the fact that this was the only way out, that if he wanted everyone to come out without any harm he had to do this.
“Time to go Mr. Ross, tell your lovely New York arrivederci!”
And so he did.
The caravan came to an abrupt halt on the ramp, yet the plane had taken off already. Low enough to see them, but too high to do anything about it.
“We got a clear match, sir. Those are our guys.”
“Caffrey with them?”
“Doesn’t seem like it, but the lawyer was.” Burke turned to face Harvey but Harvey’s eyes were deeply focused on the plane flying off. He was angry, he was betrayed, but most of all he felt strangely empty.
“Will you look at that pretty sight? A clean getaway.” Said the Italian almost breaking into laughter. Mike leaned over to look through the small window to see the FBI gathered about and Harvey among them. He pulled out his phone and dialed Harvey’s number for one last time.
Harvey felt his pocket buzz and picked up almost immediately.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m tired of lying Harvey.”
“You are with a federal criminal.”
“As I was before. You’ve taken a couple of bullets, I’ll take this one.”
“Mike, do you realize what you’re do—“
“Do we have to have a conversation about how you keep interrupting me?” Mike said with a small chuckle, “I meant it Harvey, Thank you.”
But before Harvey could say anything else he was met with the dial tone.
Feels Like Rain
Title: Feels Like Rain by heartsuits Pairing: Harvey/Mike Rating: G Words: 1495 Summary: Harvey and Mike have a fight, but it's nothing a little kissing in the rain can't fix. Warnings: None
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Title: Harold's Secret (by allireallywanttodoistoloveyou) Pairing: Mike/Harvey, Harold/Louis Rating: T Word Count: 1472 Additional Tags/Warnings: none Summary: Mike has been getting harassed by his fellow associates about his (non-existent) relationship with Harvey. Only Harold doesn't join in. Mike comes to find that this is because Harold has a secret of his own.
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Title: Watching You, Watching Me by Tambourine (themangomaureen) Pairings/Characters: Mike Ross/Harvey Spector, Gregory Rating: NC-17 Word count: 2,968 Summary: When an attempt at embarrassing Mike Ross goes awry, Gregory gets much involved with more than he bargained for.
Warnings: PWP, slash, exhibitionism, voyeurism, established relationship
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[Team Jessica] Fic: This Means War
Title: This Means War
By: butterflycell Rating: PG-13 Characters/Pairings: Mike/Harvey: mentions Donna Words: 1760 Spoilers: none Warnings: Fluff; Crack Summary: Of all the ailments to befall a first year associate - particularly one under the purview of New York's best closer - losing your voice has to be one of the mots unpleasant.
