Man on a Ledge

Mike has a terrible, awful day. And he finds out his grandmother had died; he feels that can't go on. So he goes to the roof and Harvey is then coming back from lunch or something. He notices that there are people gathered in front and he looks up and sees Mike standing on the ledge, he then goes up and tries to talk him down, admitting that he does care, and it would destroy him if he died.

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Mike stared down at the street below, his hands gripping the edge of the building and tears burning his eyes. He couldn't believe he was doing this; he didn't even know how he got up here. Well, he took the stairs, but what had led to that moment? His Grammy dying? The client firing them? Harvey reaming him out and telling him he was worthless? Kyle and Greg harassing him yet again? His electric and heat shut off? Donna ignoring him? All of it? He might've been able to handle it had he already not been suffering from depression. He probably was going to lose his job if he didn't already; he had no family or friends, what was the point of living anymore? Mike shivered as the wind blew. This seemed like the only way out. No one wanted him around anymore…no one cared, so he was sure no one would care when he threw himself off the roof. He choked a sob, his legs shaking as climbed onto the ledge. He thought about jumping off the firm's highest building but falling fifty one stories would take too long. He would regret it halfway and if a heart attack didn't kill him, he would be watching the ground rush up towards him. With any luck, he would die instantly, but that wasn't a given. He also wanted people to see; not because he wanted to traumatize an audience, but because they could at least move out of the way and he wouldn't hurt anyone in the process. Mike took a deep breath, looking down again. He could see people start to gather, point, scream. No doubt someone was calling the police. There was no turning back now.

Two Days Earlier

Mike woke up on the floor of his Grammy's new apartment…well, it was going to be until he found out she had died last night. It was all hazy, now, though. Rachel had come by, told him the news and he cried in her arms, which was embarrassing. After a while, she left and that was only because he insisted and just wanted some time alone. When she was gone, he managed to get himself to the corner store, buy a bottle of vodka, get back and drink away his sorrows until he blacked out.

"Ugh." His hangover was massive, and he was not looking forward to going to work. Thank god it was almost Friday. He just hoped he could mask his pain- physical and emotional- for the next two days and then stay in bed for the weekend. Or maybe he should just skip all together. The blonde stared up at the ceiling and sighed. He was supposed to go the nursing home at some point to collect his grandmother's stuff, but he wasn't sure he could bring himself to do it. Mike rolled on his side, grabbing his phone. "Shit." It was nine a.m.; he was already an hour late to work and considering the five missed calls from Harvey and two voicemails from Donna, he knew he had to come up with a good excuse so not to get his ass kicked. Rachel had also called, but texted right after, knowing he wanted space but also wanting to be sure he was okay. Mike answered back not wanting her to worry.

"I'm okay. Hungover, but okay. I think I might take the day off, please don't tell anyone what happened. I'll call Harvey in a bit."

A few moments later, she replied. "Okay. Please be safe."

Mike put down his phone and rubbed his eyes before pushing himself up and resting against the wall. Now it was time to call Harvey. He didn't really want to take the day off considering that they had a huge case to deal with and he'd feel bad leaving Harvey to do all the work. He'd have to lie, but Mike hoped the man wouldn't be too pissed off. Maybe he should call Donna instead. The blonde swallowed thickly before dialing the receptionist's number and he wasn't surprised that it was picked up on the first ring.

"Mike! Where the hell are you? You're not answering your phone, Harvey was just about to head to your apartment to kick your ass-"

Great. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I…uh…I forgot that I had a dentist appointment."

"Is that him? Tell him he's two seconds away from being fired!"

Even better…Harvey sounded livid.

"Harvey relax, he forgot he had an appointment. Though I don't understand how you can forget anything kid."

Mike snorted. "Yeah…million things going on, I guess one thing has got to slip."

There was a beat of silence before Donna spoke again. "Are you okay? You sound off."

Tears made their way back into his eyes. It was impossible not to think about the fact that he had no one left. His Grammy was gone forever, and he didn't even get to say goodbye. He was a horrible grandson. Mile cleared his throat, dislodging the knot of emotion that had formed.

"Y-Yeah…I'm…I'm fine. Just tell Harvey I'll be in within the next two hours and that I finished pretty much all the paperwork for the case."

"Mike-"

"Bye, Donna." He hung up before the woman could hear him break down. He buried his face in his hands and sobbed. The last time he saw his grandmother was over three weeks ago. She complained that he never came to see her anymore, let alone call and it made him feel guilty. Now he completely loathed himself.

"I'm sorry, Grammy. I'm so sorry."

~+S+~

Going to the nursing home just made Mike more depressed. After he managed to pack his Grandmother's things without falling apart. He took a taxi home, dropped the things off and then rode his bike to work. His heart was heavy; why couldn't he had just taken some time off to see her? The woman raised him for god sakes; it would've taken half an hour. Maybe he shouldn't even bother with work anymore. He loved being a lawyer, but the only reason he put his life at risk with being a fraud was so he could keep his grandmother in that awfully expensive nursing home. Now there was no point…and maybe there wasn't even a point in living anymore. Shit, he promised his grandmother he'd do away with those thoughts, but right now how could he? Mike had suffered depression early on in life after his parents died. He even attempted suicide, but, of course, failed. Cue therapy and medication and it helped for a while, even when he got kicked out of college. He couldn't remember when he had stopped either one…possibly when he started working for Harvey. God, nothing good was coming with his job with the man. Mike was so lost in his thoughts that he wasn't paying attention to the light change. A horn honked loudly and before he knew it, the back of his wheel was getting clipped by the bumper. He gasped as his bike spun out and he flew off the seat, landing on his arm. He cried out in pain, breathing heavily, and cradling his pulsing elbow. He raised his head, noticing that the car that hit him was speeding off, and his bike was a crumpled heap on the ground. And what was worse, no one seemed to care. They just stepped around him like he was invisible, going on with their lives. Mike sniffed, grimacing as he tenderly sat up and got to his feet. His ankle twinged, his ribs hurt, and he knew he was gonna have a ton of bruises later. At least he was wearing a helmet. And as much as he wanted to get checked out to make sure nothing was sprained or broken, he didn't want to be later than he already was for work or take up space at the hospital when someone more injured than him needed it more. Hissing, he limped over to his bike, threw it in an alleyway dumpster and then hailed a taxi. Once he got to work, he'd just have to get cleaned up and take a bunch of pain pills. Just make it through today, Ross.

He knew Donna was suspicious of him the second he reached her desk. When he had been cleaning up in the bathroom, he caught a look at himself in the mirror. Pale, eyes red-rimmed and cuts littering his cheeks. There was road rash on the palms of his hands, and he didn't dare look at the damage underneath his suit. He was only glad it wasn't ripped. In fact, everyone was giving him weird glances today. However, before Donna could say anything, Harvey came out of the room, looking less than amused.

"Where the hell have you been?"

He cleared his throat. "Um, I told you I had a dentist appointment. I'm sorry, I couldn't reschedule it. I promise I'll make up the lost time. What do you need me to do?"

Harvey clenched his jaw, scanning him up and down with a slight look of disgust before waving him into the office. Mike sighed in relief and followed; that could've gone a lot worse. As he walked by Donna's desk, the secretary suddenly grabbed his arm…his bad one. White flashed in front of his vision and it took all his willpower not to shout, though a small whimper managed to escape.

"Mike, what's wrong?"

He swallowed the bile threatening to appear. "S-Sorry. I fell off…I fell off my bike." It wasn't a complete lie.

Donna gave him a look. "Well, you need to be more careful. But are you sure you're okay? You look a little…"

"Like shit?" He smirked.

"I didn't want to be harsh," she chuckled. "But yeah."

He shook his head. "I'm fine. Maybe tired, but I'm good." It didn't look like the woman believed him, but if she didn't, she wasn't saying anything…maybe because she didn't really care.

"Okay…get in there."

Mike bobbed his head and went on his way. The rest of the day went by pretty smoothly, but he had mostly kept to himself, even if he was working with Harvey. Both the older lawyer and Donna knew something was up, but the secretary seemed to be the only one who really cared.

"Maybe you should talk to him," Donna said as they watched Mike work in the office.

Harvey rolled his eyes. "He's fine, probably just tired. Besides, if he had a problem he would say something right?" He pat her on the shoulder and then left for the breakroom. Donna just groaned, glancing back at the pup who was buried in paperwork. He looked sad and it broke her heart.

"What is going on with you, kid?"

~+SUITS+~

Mike thought the next day would be better, but with his grandmother's death and funeral expenses on the mind, not to mention the pain in his arm, work took a back seat which caused him to screw up…big time. He lost some particularly important papers that they needed. He swore he had them…maybe he left them at home? The client yelled at him, called him incompetent and Harvey even kicked him out so he could calm the man down and out of getting fired.

The ride back to the firm was unnervingly silent. Mike knew he was in for an explosion, but he wasn't expecting it to be smack dab in the courtyard where everyone could see.

"What the hell were you thinking? Showing up to the client's without checking to see if you grabbed all the paperwork? How could you be so stupid!?"

"Harvey, I-"

"No, I'm not done," he barked. "I've given you chance after chance after chance. Giving you the benefit of the doubt since," he lowered his voice. "You never actually went to law school and you're a complete fraud."

Mike flinched. He knew he was a fake lawyer, but the fact that Harvey said it…that he believed it even if he proved he was just as good as someone who did go to school, it struck him right down to his core.

"I knew I made a mistake hiring you. You're worthless and screw everything up. I don't even know why I deal with you anymore. Just get out of my sight." Harvey shoved Mike to the side and walked into towards the firm.

"Harvey, please. Let me explain!"

"There's nothing for you to explain, except for maybe why you're such a fuck-up. In fact, don't even bother coming back to my office. I'm sure Louis has stuff for you to do anyways." He turned his back and left Mike standing there…speechless and hurt. He noticed people looking at him and he bowed his head, extremely embarrassed. Brushing the wetness from his eyes, the blonde went back into the firm, hoping the rest of the day would go by without a hitch. However, now that Harvey wanted nothing to do with him, he just felt more down in the dumps. Felt like there was no point in being here. He wondered if he should just quit.

Louis dumped a ton of grunt work on him, no surprise there, but he couldn't concentrate with his job hanging in the balance and Harvey's words echoing in his head.

"Hey Ross."

Mike rolled his eyes. Great…Kyle.

"Hey, he's talking to you!"

And Greg. Even better. He raised his head and turned around to see the two standing in his cubicle with smirks on their faces. "What?"

"We heard you got chewed out by Harvey. Guess you're not such a hotshot after all, huh Golden Boy," Kyle chuckled.

"Half the floor saw it happen, even some of the partners did. It's the talk of the building right now, so humiliating," Greg added. "So, since you no longer work for the big man, guess you have no one to protect you. You're all on your own, no friends, no family, nothing. I even thinking about asking Rachel out."

Mike clenched his jaw, trying to control himself. He needed to get out of here before he cracked…because Greg was right. He had no one. Swallowing thickly, he got to his feet and tried to leave. However, the two blocked him before suddenly shoving him to the ground. And, of course, he landed on his already injured arm. Though he refused to let himself cry, his watery eyes hadn't gone unnoticed.

"Oh my god, he's crying," Greg laughed, and some others did too. "So pathetic; it's no wonder Harvey fired you."

Mike sniffed, got to his feet, and quickly gathered his things. He couldn't be here anymore. He pushed past Greg and made his way towards the exit.

"You're not cut out for this world, Ross!" He heard one of them shout out.

It seems like he wasn't cut out for any world lately.

By the time Mike got home, he was drained. He couldn't wait to just lay in bed for the next three days…four if he decided not to go to work tomorrow and at this point it was a high possibility. The blonde trudged into the apartment and flicked on the light. Only it didn't turn on. And come to think of it, it was unnaturally cold. Mike frowned, going over to the heater to check if it was working. The metal was ice cold, and he knew it could only mean one thing: he forgot to pay his rent.

"Shit." And he wasn't getting paid until Monday. This day seriously couldn't get any worse. Mike lit candles and pulled out extra blankets, dumping them on the bed. He thought about showering, but without heat meant no hot water so it was out of the question. The blonde sighed, changing out of his suit and into warmer clothes. His whole body was sore, and his wounds stung, but right now he just wanted to sleep. He would deal tomorrow when it came.

Friday

He didn't know how he managed it, but Mike ended up at work, though he decided to keep to himself in the file room. He was working on the stuff Louis had given him yesterday when his phone beeped, indicating a new message. It was Donna.

"Harvey wants to see you. Now."

Mike gulped. It didn't sound good. After yesterday, Harvey completely avoided him and Donna, always taking his side, gave him the cold shoulder, so it was weird to have either one of them wanting to talk to him. Biting his lip, Mike got up and walked to the older man's office, nervous. Was he about to get another lecture? About to get fired and escorted out? Maybe even outed and thrown in jail. Would Harvey hate him that much to destroy his life?

"Mike!"

Fingers snapped in his face and he blinked out of his thoughts, finding that he was in front of Donna's desk. "Huh?"

The woman rolled her eyes. "Just get in there."

"Do you know what it's about?"

She just shrugged and went back to work. "He's pretty pissed. I'd be surprised if he didn't kick your ass out of here."

The blonde shuddered, heart thudding against his chest as he walked into the office. Harvey was standing by the window, staring outside. And Mike couldn't see his face, but he could see the man's shoulders heaving dangerously.

"Y-You wanted to see me?"

"You want to know what happened this morning?" Harvey said, his voice low.

Mike remained silent; he could only guess.

Harvey turned, fire in his eyes. "Mr. Gates fired us. Said our firm was second best and the incompetence of our associates proved that. Tomorrow he's calling Bratton & Gould and bringing his business to them."

"Harvey, I sorry. Let me go to him and explain-"

"Shut up. You'll just make it worse, like always." The older man stepped away from the window, shaking his head. "I should've let Jessica fire you a month ago, things would be much simpler."

Mike choked. "Things would be much simpler if you were dead." Harvey didn't say that right?

"Now I have to go do something I never do: beg. If he doesn't take us back, Jessica is going to be livid." He got up closer to the blonde, jaw clenched. "And this time, I won't hesitate to throw you under the bus. I'm done taking the blame for you; I put my career on the line for you every single day and all I get are stupid fucking mistakes. You're constantly making me look bad and I'm not taking it anymore."

"Harvey-" Mike felt his heart clench and his stomach flip.

"We're done. After this, we're done, Mike. I'm sick and tired of making excuses for you. So, you can work in this office all you want, but I'm done. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go fix yet another one of your screw-ups." Harvey pushed past Mike and left. The younger man stood there, shaking. Harvey didn't want him. No one wanted him. And now that Harvey no longer had his back, who's to say Jessica wouldn't fire him, or throw him in jail, since he was the one to lose the client. A few tears dripped down his face and he let out a shuddering breath. He couldn't take this anymore.

"Mike? Are you…are you okay?"

He quickly wiped his face and turned around, seeing Donna standing in the door, a quizzical yet sad look on her features.

He cleared his throat. "Um, I h-have to go." Mike briskly walked by the redhead and made a beeline for the nearest exit. He needed some air…he needed to think. Keeping his head down, he went to the stairwell and up to the roof. When he got outside, he leaned against the wall and sunk to the ground, crying softly. There was nowhere to turn; he was alone, and it seemed like the only way out of it all was to kill himself. The last time he had tried, he failed. This time, he'd make sure he wouldn't. He sniffed, wiping his eyes. He didn't have a gun or razors to cut; they hadn't worked the last time anyways. He had pills, but they were at home and he didn't want to wait until then. If he did, he might change his mind. Honking horns below suddenly got his attention. Jump.

Fifteen Minutes Later

It felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Harvey strode down the sidewalk back towards the firm, a smile on his face and a hot coffee in his hand. Mr. Gates had agreed to meet him down the road for a drink and a pitch. Thankfully, the man heard him out and decided to give them a second chance. Part of it might've had to do with promising he'd fire Mike, though. Harvey sighed and rubbed his forehead. He might've been a little harsh with the kid, but the pup had gotten on his last nerve. He had no idea what was going on with him, but it was affecting his work. If Mike was smoking pot again…

He rounded the corner and his brow creased when he saw a large crowd had formed in the courtyard. Police cars, firetrucks and ambulances were pulling up and the area was getting blocked off. Moving closer to see what was going on, Harvey noticed that everyone was looking up.

"What's going on?" He asked a random guy.

"There's a guy up on the roof. I think he's gonna jump."

"Shit." He followed the onlooker's gazes and sure enough there was a tall figure on the ledge of the lower building of the firm. Firemen were scrambling to get a jump cushion inflated in time, but there was no telling when the guy would…wait a minute. Harvey got closer, squinting up at the person who was about to end his life. It couldn't be him…please don't let it be him. But it was. It was Mike. Mike was about to jump.

"Oh no." The coffee slipped from his hands and onto the ground, just about the same time his heart did the same. He frantically pushed past the large group and ran into the building. This couldn't be happening; why was this happening? Mike wouldn't be trying to kill himself just because of a few harsh words, right? He pressed the elevator button repeatedly, willing the doors to open. He had no idea how much time he had; the kid could jump at any given moment. Please god, don't let him. The ride up seemed like an eternity. Harvey felt sick to his stomach, his hands clammy and his mouth dry. Why Mike, why. What are you doing? When he reached as far as he could go, he took the stairs two at a time until he got to the roof. The man burst through the door and scanned the area, trying to remember which side was facing the streets. He briskly walked around until he caught sight of his associate. Was Mike his associate? Wait, that wasn't important right now; what was important was getting the kid off the ledge. He cautiously walked over, fighting every instinct to shout, knowing that if he did, it might startle the blonde into falling.

"Mike?" He spoke slowly.

The blonde tensed. That couldn't be Harvey; Harvey didn't care about him.

"Mike, what are you doing?"

It was. Why was Harvey there, wasn't the man done with him? "Leave me alone," he choked, clenching his fists.

"I can't do that, kid. Why don't you get down from there so we can talk?"

Mike just shook his head and Harvey cursed underneath his breath, inwardly freaking out. The blonde was dangerously close to the edge. Dangerously close to ending his life.

"Hey…" his voice wavered. "Can you please get off? You're…you're scaring me." He could talk a client into staying with their firm, but he couldn't talk his friend down from a literal ledge. "Mike, come on, get away from there."

"Why?"

Harvey was taken aback by the answer. "What do you mean why? Because it's a stupid thing to be doing!"

"I don't care…there's no point." He bowed his head. "Everyone's right. I have nothing and no one left. The whole world is better off without me."

"What do you mean? You have Donna," Harvey said, shifting on his feet and itching to move closer. "You have me."

Mike scoffed, throwing his head back with a humorless chuckle. "Do I? Did you forget everything you said to me in the last twenty-four hours? I know you don't have my memory, but you can't be that clueless."

Harvey's stomach dropped. "Mike, I-"

"Worthless, useless, a fuck-up. But you were right, I am a fraud, I make a ton of mistakes, and I make you look bad. You should've fired me earlier, Harvey. Things would be much better without me around."

The brunette was almost speechless. "M-Mike, I'm sorry…I didn't mean any of that."

"Sure. That's why you said you never should've hired me in the first place, or that we're done. You're done with me Harvey, everyone is."

"What about Rachel? Or…or your grandmother? What am I supposed to tell her if you do this?"

"Well, nothing…because she died two days ago, so, I don't think she'll care."

Harvey's blood ran cold. Fuck! He couldn't believe the kid had such dark thoughts. "Mike, why didn't you say anything?"

"Everyone's left me. My parents, my grandmother, you, even Donna. I'm not cut out for this…Everything just went downhill after she died. I got hit by a car, you yelled at me, Kyle and Greg harassed me, and then I couldn't pay rent so my electric and heat was shut off. Then after all that stuff you told me earlier…I broke. I know you think I'm probably being pathetic-"

Harvey moved closer, trying to be quiet and not panic from the new information he just got. Hit by a car? What the hell! Mike wasn't getting down, so he was gonna have to take things into his own hands. "Hey, no. It's not pathetic. Depression is a serious thing, Mike. I just wish you would've told me."

"And would that've have changed anything? You'd treat me different, admit it! Now that you know all of this you suddenly take back everything you said, right? You're just telling me things I want to hear so I don't jump and you don't have my death on your conscience."

Harvey swallowed. "Okay, you're right. But I said those things because I was pissed, and I couldn't not put my foot in my mouth to save my own ass. It was no excuse to be as harsh as I was, but…Christ, I'm not good with this kind of stuff. Mike, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I was an asshole…I am an asshole. But you can't do this…please don't do this. It will destroy me…it would destroy Donna. I can't imagine life without you. So, will you please just get down and I will spend the rest of my days making it up to you."

Mike sniffed, looking down, seeing the firefighters inflating the jump cushion. It was almost done, so even if he did jump, he probably wouldn't die. Harvey had distracted him and he had failed yet another attempt at ending his life. Tears blurred his double vision and he felt himself start to sway. Suddenly, something grabbed his wrist and he felt himself falling. This was it; he was going down. However, instead of the brutal slap of the plastic fabric, he landed into something soft. Frowning, the blonde opened his eyes and found that he was wrapped in Harvey's arms in a heap on the roof.

"I'm sorry, Mike, I'm so sorry," Harvey whispered, holding the younger man close, rocking slightly.

Mike was in shock. Harvey pulled him away…he saved him, because the second he jumped off, he knew he would've regretted the action. The voices in his head had gotten the better of him once more and he almost killed himself. Mike's composure broke and he started sobbing into Harvey's chest, his body shaking violently.

"I'm sorry," he gasped. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, kid, you're gonna be okay. We're gonna get you help. I promise we'll get through this together. You're not alone anymore." He'd be damned if he let the man out of his sight, at least until he was medicated and in therapy. He really screwed up and he knew it would take a long time for Mike to trust him again. They sat there like that for, what seemed like hours, before firefighters and medics came rushing over. They checked him out before leading him downstairs and out to the ambulance, saying he needed further evaluation at the hospital. Mike was quiet the whole way, staring into space and trembling. Harvey sighed, pressing his lips together before reaching over and placing a hand over the blonde's.

They weren't there for more than an hour. After finding some cracked ribs and a severely bruised arm, the doctor took Harvey aside. He explained that he'd write a prescription for anti-depressants, but that Mike would need lots of therapy.

"I recommend that if he doesn't want to stay here under observation for a few days, that he stays with someone for a while. He needs help from family, from friends. Therapy will help, but the real support will be from the people around him."

Mike, of course, went to stay with Harvey. While they were at the hospital, Harvey called Donna and told her everything that happened. She was guilty and devastated and as much as she wanted to come see them, Harvey wanted her to get things from Mike's.

"Is he gonna be okay?" She had asked.

The man sighed, washing a hand over his face. "He will be but…it'll take some time." A lot of time.

~+S+~

"Donna brought a bag of your things for you to have while you're here. I think she put it by the coffee table," Harvey said as they walked into the condo. The kid seemed drained, the ride here almost putting him to sleep.

The blonde nodded. "Thanks." He changed into some sweats and then came back to sit on the couch. He was exhausted, embarrassed, and still sore from his bike accident the other day. He glanced at his arm, grimacing when he saw the giant bruise spreading from his elbow to his shoulder. The cushions were starting to feel like he was sinking into a cloud and the heat in the building was making his eyes heavy. He hoped Harvey wouldn't be mad if he fell asleep.

Harvey came out of his bedroom after changing into some more comfortable clothes. He was ready for a nap and to think that all of this happened only hours ago.

"Hey, you want something to eat or drink?" He asked, going into the kitchen. When he received no response, however, the brunette frowned and walked to the living room. He smirked at the sight; Mike was slumped into the seat, upright, chin touching his chest. Harvey shook his head, laying the kid down on his good side and covering his body with a fleece blanket. The blonde shifted, tucking his fist underneath his cheek. Harvey chuckled, but sobered up quickly. The man looked like shit; his face was pale, his eyes were sunken, cuts were on the palms of his hands and a large bruise covering his left arm. His brow furrowed, making a mental note to ask Mike more about the bike accident when he got up, along with a million other questions. He rubbed his eyes and went to get a drink. He needed something strong.

Mike woke up later that night, groggy and confused. He blearily let his eyes roam the area, recognizing the sophisticated décor immediately. It was Harvey's. When had that happened? The blonde sat up, realizing he was on the couch, covered in a few blankets.

"Hey."

He flinched at the sudden voice. Blinking, he saw a figure come around the couch, a cup of water in his hand.

"Easy, it's just me."

Mike wiped his eyes to focus his vision. "Harvey?"

"The one and only," the man smirked, handing him the water before taking a seat on the arm rest. He noticed the quizzical look on the younger man's face. "You good?"

"H-How did I get here?"

Harvey cursed silently. Kid must've been so traumatized that he blacked out. "Well, after you tried to…you know…I got you down and the medics took you to the hospital. Once you got checked out and prescribed medication, I took you here. I don't think you were awake for more than five minutes before you passed out."

"Oh…" Mike shifted, taking a few sips of before yawning. "How long was I asleep?"

"About six hours. I'm not surprised, you've been through a lot."

Mike looks down at his hands in shame, remaining silent.

"Why didn't you say anything about your grandmother?"

The younger man swallowed. "I…uh…I didn't think you'd care."

Harvey scoffed. "Mike, of course I care. You're one of the only people in the world that I give a damn about. I know I don't always show it…especially lately, but I do. You're my family, kid, and I don't want to lose you."

Mike cleared his throat, feeling emotion building up. "What about all those things you said?" Those words were going to stick with him for a very long time.

"Mike, I don't know what I was thinking when I said all of that. It was over the line. Way over the line. I'm sorry…I promise none of that was true. Just when I get angry, I lash out and I can't stop myself. Donna also seems to think that when I get angry with you, it's because I'm scared or worried. I knew deep down something was up with you lately, but I was trying to mask my concern. But it's no excuse and I'll do whatever I can to make it up to you, I don't care how long it takes. What you did…it scared the shit out of me. I didn't know what to do. I was afraid that one wrong move or saying the wrong thing would send you off. Had I known you had such dark thoughts…that you were depressed, I-"

"You wouldn't have looked at me the same way again. Thought I was fragile or too weak to handle this job, right?"

"No…I would've gotten you help. I would've helped you, kid. I may act like a dick, but I do care about you."

"I…I don't know…it's hard for me to believe that Harvey. Especially after everything that's happened."

Harvey bowed his head. "I know and like I said, just tell me what I have to do to earn your trust and forgiveness back and I'll do it. I just don't want you to feel like you have nothing to live for. Your grandmother wouldn't want you to do something like that…god forbid your parents. I just…"

"I'm sorry, Harvey. I honestly don't know what I was thinking. I was backed into a corner, felt like I had nothing left. After my grandmother…and then I felt like you abandoned me. I've dealt with depression before…even tried to kill myself when I was a teenager." He pushed up his sleeves and showed Harvey the razor scars.

"Jesus, Mike."

"It's embarrassing…all of it and I didn't mean to do that to you. Like I said, I didn't think you would care."

"Well, you were wrong; I do care. And if you would've succeeded, I don't know what…" Harvey swallowed, trying not think of the horrible images that invaded his mind. "Mike, if you ever need anything or if you're feeling those depressive urges, then you pick up the damn phone and call me no matter the time."

Mike raised his head, eyes watery. Harvey had moved closer a warm smile on his face and his eyes compassionate. Maybe he did care. He had never heard Harvey say those things to him or anyone before.

"Okay," he nodded. "Thank you, Harvey."

The older man sighed, suddenly bringing the blonde into a tight embrace. Mike was a little startled by the gesture, but he felt comfortable…safe…at home. He wrapped his arms around Harvey's and hugged back, silent tears dripping down his cheeks. Maybe things would be okay after all.

FIN

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