Help is on the Way
Title: Help is On the Way
Rating: R
Warning: Gunshot wound, usage of TV reality
Words: 3637
Summary: From the prompt over at suitsmeme
The Prompt I'd like to see story of Mike and Harvey in a court room during a really big case and the court room is held hostage (disgruntled client - perhaps one of the parties stands to lose everything if they lose the case - up to the author). Harvey is injured (gunshot or knife)cue Mike angst and run with it. Gen or slash - either is fine.
A/N: I, uh, forgot the Mike angst as it was in Harvey’s POV. I'm bad at even minimal direction, apparently.
Harvey knew when he was on top of his game, knew when he was on fire. To be honest, he was usually at his best; he never did anything halfway. He enjoyed being the best and he wasn’t about to give that title up by becoming complacent. He was the best because he worked hard at it, whether anyone saw it or not.
It didn’t hurt that he was just damn good at his job.
So, it wasn’t a true surprise to him that he was doing great at the moment. He knew he would, he had all the information he needed, thanks to Mike’s careful eyes, and the skill to successfully present everything. The victory would be just that little bit sweeter because the defense was so confident but without the abilities to back it up. The idiot should have accepted the deal, but Harvey enjoyed stretching his legs and actually going through a trial every once in a while. It had started to get a little boring, having everyone bow down to him, accepting deals.
It was looking like they would be done today, early afternoon at the latest in which he planned on going out to celebrate because he could. Maybe have Jessica go with him since she was the one who put the beautifully fun case on his lap.
Maybe he’d take Mike as well, since he had successfully managed to keep himself from sympathizing with anyone. Not that it was too hard to do so, company against company. No real person involved except for the CEO who was about to lose everything because his ego refused to allow him to accept the reasonable deal Harvey had offered. At least, he thought it was reasonable.
He was only slightly disappointed when lunch was called. Another hour and he would have been done then they could do the closings and that would be that.
As he turned to Mike, to boast really, because he knew his associate knew that this was a done deal when he heard the loud sound. His face dropped in confusion even as Mike’s face transformed into fear, eyes wide and mouth opening in warning. It was a bit too late for a warning though because he felt something slam into his shoulder, slamming him forward even as the pain stole his breath. He couldn’t even really think, everything coming in stuttered.
Mike’s hands jerking out to catch him, hold him, make sure he didn’t hit the floor. Stop. Screaming. Stop. His own scream when someone, Mike, pressed on the wound. Movement that made his head spin so damn hard. More pressure at the source of the pain, a worried voice and his stomach was in his throat.
Then, somehow, thoughts started to come back to him, just as stuttered as awareness of what was going on but it was there, somewhat. The sound was a gun, yes, yes it was gun. He had heard them, muffled at the very least, with Louis. Then there was pain, which meant, logically, that he had been the first one shot. Were there other shots? Fuck, was Mike okay? If he was the first shot that meant… what did that mean? Wild, mindless shooting? No, that was stupid, this wasn’t a workplace, it was a courthouse. There would be a target; he was the target. Who else was the target? Mike? Mike worked with him so he would be a target as well.
Except Mike was okay because that was his voice, frayed, hoarse and so damn worried but talking without pain so he was okay. He had to be okay, even if, with his eyes open, all he could see was the ceiling and he wasn’t brave enough to try looking around yet, because the pain was just now becoming centered to the wound… the hole in his shoulder, arm, somewhere in that vicinity. He refused to think it was in his chest. That wasn’t good, wouldn’t work. He didn’t dare move at the moment, didn’t want to tempt the pain to become all that there was again.
A short gasp tore from him, eyes starting to jerk around. How the hell did a gun get in here? There were metal detectors for crying out loud. Maybe, if he could think straight, organize his thoughts correctly, he could figure out how someone could sneak one in but he couldn’t. Mike would know, except he could finally see the kid’s face and he wasn’t thinking past pressing his suit jacket into Harvey’s shoulder.
Were suits absorbent? Was Mike trying to collect his blood with his suit? No, pressure on wound was first aid… maybe. He knew this, knew he knew the information but any thoughts that took any effort soon were lost to him, like sand, or water, maybe, shifting through his fingers.
“Wait,” he mumbled out, gasped, heck even whispered, didn’t matter, that was his voice he heard even if he didn’t quite recognize it. “Don’t do that.”
“I have to put pressure on it,” Mike hissed, easily batting away Harvey’s hand, which he assumed he had moved even if he hadn’t really decided to try and physically stop Mike.
“Your only decent suit; use mine.”
Mike’s eyes were hard as they stared down at him, and Harvey would never really admit that he just now realized his head was resting on the kid’s lap. “You’re wearing your suit jacket, Harvey. How am I suppose to get it off of you?”
The words were said slowly, as if Harvey were stupid or maybe not tracking everything real well because it was just a blink and then Mike was telling him to stay awake. This only caused him to glare, it was a bit hard to fall asleep with the pain radiating from his shoulder. The kid needed to cut him some slack here; he couldn’t be expected to be completely coherent or responsive at the moment.
“You’re buying a new suit,” he mumbled instead, watching as Mike rolled his eyes.
“Fine, as long as you stop moving.” Mike hissed before his head jerked up at the sound of another voice, deep and rolling and completely unintelligible to Harvey. “He needs a doctor.”
“He needs to have the grace to die like a man!” Oh, Edwards, the man who was going to lose every damn thing. And to think, he had been considering accepting a deal during lunch if the idiot’s attorneys were smart enough to fold before it was out of their hands.
“If you wanted me dead, you should have learnt how to shoot straight,” Harvey grunted.
“Shut up,” Mike hissed even as Harvey began to try and sit up, pain shooting throughout him, stealing his breath.
“Help me sit up,” so his voice was a little bit higher than normal, more breathy as he struggled against Mike’s hands.
Even through his clouded mind, he knew it was not a good sign that the gunman was still at the scene. The least he could have done was had the common decency to flee so that Harvey could start getting treated right about now instead of bleeding out on the only decent suit the kid owned. His own was beyond help but at least he had other great suits to replace it. The kid though, he had no taste. Didn’t and couldn’t understand the importance of owning great suits.
And he probably should pay a bit more attention to the actual problem at hand instead of worrying about the kid’s wardrobe. That could wait until they were out of here. “You really don’t need to be moving, Harvey,” Mike responded.
“I’ll stop moving once I’m sitting up. You can still play nurse with me upright, against a wall.”
It took a moment, and another moment of white hot pain where he lost track of everything, but when he came back to himself, he was sitting up and Mike was near panic. The kid forgot about the wall, instead, had just pulled him up to rest against his chest, arm wrapped around him to steady him and still press against the wound. At least he could now see what was going on around him instead of just the ceiling and Mike’s face.
It also meant he could see the defense lawyer, dead as he laid splayed out across the floor. He managed to get him in the head.
There were a few people trapped in here other than Mike and Harvey, but at the moment, they seemed to have Edwards full attention. Which wasn’t really comforting. Edwards looked horrible really, his gray hair strewn every which way, adding to the look of insanity. “Maybe its better that you die slowly,” Edwards began once he noticed that Harvey was staring at him.
“I offered you a reasonable deal, you refused it. This is a bit out of hand…”
“My wife left me because of this nonsense you started, Specter, then you slept with her…”
Wait. He knew what Mrs. Edwards looked like, and you really couldn’t have paid him enough to sleep with her or even contemplate it. Which he was thankfully aware enough not to announce out loud. “I did not sleep with your wife, Mr. Edwards.”
“Not my wife, my daughter!”
He had a daughter? Wasn’t Mike suppose to tell him these things? How in the world had he not known this? “I have no idea who your daughter is to know if I slept with her.”
“How many women do you sleep with on a weekly basis? How many do you steal their innocence from? Do you even care?”
“Well, there was Jenny and then Megan, Sarah was nice. Ellen last week, she was…”
Mike’s fingers dug into the area around his wound, drawing a low whimper from him even as the kid’s hot breath moved across his ear as he spoke, voice just as low in warning, “Stop egging him on, Harvey.”
“I’ve been shot, Mike,” he responded slowly, wishing he could turn enough to give the kid the glare he deserved. “I’d like to know why.”
“So you do remember her name? Megan was drunk and you took advantage of her.”
“Megan?” He let out a sharp laugh that was quickly cut off by the pain he caused himself, shoulders shaking with the laugh doing more than the gun leveled at him could to silence him. “She’s a 28 year old woman, she was not drunk and I can guarantee you she was anything but innocent.”
Yeah, she had been fun. Very fun. Had he know she was Edwards’ daughter, he would have passed on the opportunity. No night of fun is worth this. Though… no, not worth it. Mike’s hands were pressing even harder into the hole in his shoulder to try and shut him up, so no, not worth it.
“Don’t lie to me or yourself. You think you’re so great…”
“I am great.” Seriously, Mike had to be grinding the palm of his hand down into him now, which was not right. “Mike, if you keep that up, I will fire you. I don’t care why you think you’re doing it, but you are not to try and interrupt me or silence me.”
He watched as Edwards ran his hand through his hair once more; it was rough enough that Harvey was pretty sure if he was closer, he would see strands yanked out, flying from the wrinkled hand. “Just… just stand up! It was stupid of me to have shot you when you weren’t looking; you wouldn’t have known what you did. But you know now, so stand up!”
Harvey wasn’t surprised in the least when Mike’s actual arms tightened around him, holding him down if he did decide to stand up. Which wasn’t really going to happen, movement was a bit past his abilities at the moment. He was damn sure that if he actually tried to move that arm in any bit, he would puke and that was one thing he was not going to do. It was bad enough that his suit was ruined by blood and a hole, he was not going to add vomit to the mix.
“Not really going to happen, Edwards,” he pointed out when it appeared that the moron really did want him to stand up.
“Stand up or I’ll shoot your kid back there. The only reason I missed the first time is because that dead idiot tried to stop me. Maybe that’ll work for you? Prove you don’t have a conscious.”
And that just wouldn’t do. Because the gun was aimed in the direction now, steady hands keeping it leveled. There was no way for him to know for sure if Edwards had good aim; there was also the idea that if he shot Harvey right now, the bullet could still go ahead and hit Mike as well. Which was completely unacceptable.
“Help me up, Mike.”
“But…”
“Help me up now, Mike,” He demanded and that was much better. He sounded like himself, demanding and not accepting any excuses.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Mike nod and that was really all the warning he needed. With that tone, Mike wouldn’t question him. Had learned not to at some point in time, thankfully. Now, he just needed to not pass out on the trip up. For a moment, his hand was on top of Mike’s as he grabbed the suit jacket to hold against him then one arm was wrapped around his waist, and the other under his uninjured shoulder and he was doing his best to hold onto the suit and to help Mike lift him. He wasn’t too sure he wasn’t just being a hindrance to the attempt, but somehow he was on his feet, head spinning, stomach revolting and vision completely blackened. And he spent entirely too long trying to keep the contents of his stomach down, because there was no way he would survive heaving.
He carefully stepped away from Mike, his good arm reaching behind him to find the wall so he could lean against that. Keeping Mike away from any through and through bullets that could hurt him. “So, let me get this straight,” he began, voice back to being weak as his head spun, threatening to knock him back down. “You are doing all of this, unselfishly, because I slept with your daughter? You killed your own lawyer and shot me because you thought she was a virgin and not because your pride refused the deal that would have left you enough to take care of yourself and your daughter for years?”
“You’re taking everything away from me and then you take her away from me as well.” There, that was what he was looking for, the man’s hands were shaking now. Slightly, barely noticeable but it meant he was on the right track, taking away the self righteousness that had guided Edwards so far.
“One, I didn’t know she was your daughter. I do not find out the family history of every woman I take out on a date. And yes, it was a date that ended in my condo. I took her to a nice restaurant and she is a very nice, interesting person. Two, you know you should have accepted the deal. You cheat a company and you will have to pay for it eventually. Had you allowed your lawyer to live, he would have been smart enough to advise you that you needed to try and deal again, before a verdict was given. I would have accepted the same deal first offered to you, plus my fees covered. For reasons beyond me, Stenson just wanted back what you cost them and instructed me that at anytime you decided to accept the generous deal, to allow you to do so.” He looked up, eyebrows raised as he frowned. “So, no, I did not take anything away from you.”
“If you did any of this for your daughter, then you need to put the gun down,” Mike began, one hand steadying Harvey while the other was up in a non-threatening manner. “She wouldn’t want to see you dead and the authorities will come in here shooting if you fire another shot.”
Oh, Harvey figured, police and SWAT and everything else should already be on the scene. Which meant his ride to the hospital was just outside those doors. Which he wasn’t ashamed to admit that he really wanted right now. If only because they would have drugs to take away the spikes of pain that were coursing through his whole body now.
All of this meant that Edwards needed to surrender so Harvey could have some relief. Because, this, this was worse than when he had literally destroyed his shoulder playing ball.
“As if she would want to see me in prison!”
“Funny thing, I’ve heard children just like their parents to be alive, period, despite the age.” Harvey sighed, trying to keep his head held high. He was going to have to sit down soon, the world was spinning and his head was heavy, and he was quickly losing the strength or will to stand up. Really, the only thing keeping him standing right now was the fear that if he collapsed, Edwards would take it out on Mike. Not that he was going to ever tell the kid that.
“I’m tired of playing this game,” He grunted out, body nearly collapsing against he wall, the good hand rubbing at his forehead to find that he had been sweating. He wasn’t even going to start distracting himself by trying to think of shock and how much he was doing to make it worse. “Put the gun down, let the bailiff take it and let everyone else go. In return, both Mike and me will speak at your trial for leniency . You’ll still do time, there’s no way around that, but I can even talk to the DA, try and get you minimum security. Just put the gun down and surrender. I’d offer to represent you, but there’s a small conflict of interest.”
Namely, the small issue of the bullet hole in his shoulder. Though, there were many other actual legal reasons why he couldn’t, that was the main reason he wouldn’t.
“Minimum security and protective custody?”
“Sure, why not?”
As soon as the gun was in the bailiff’s hands, he was down. Sliding down the wall, more than likely leaving a trail of blood because he could clearly see the blood soaking the front of Mike. Which, meant it was probably went straight through him, and putting pressure on one hole was actually not enough when there were two holes.
After that, everything else just happened in a blur, he was too busy trying to convince his stomach to stay put to pay attention to the insanity of the on going events. People tried rushing out, SWAT and paramedics rushed in. And Mike was back to putting pressure on the wound, talking to him, but he only knew that because his mouth was moving, he couldn’t really hear or put together whatever was coming out of his mouth.
He was gone when the paramedics tried to move him. One moment he was staring at Mike and a pretty paramedic and then everything went white hot before it was completely back.
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None of the nurses or doctors would tell him how long he had been out, just that he had been in surgery and there was going to be a fortune worth of physical therapy for him to regain full use of his shoulder. He figured it had been a long while though, given time for the surgery and for him to actually wake up.
So, given this belief, he really wasn’t expecting to look up as the door to his private room opened to find both Jessica and Mike walk in. Jessica, face creased with worry, was still wearing her gorgeous outfit from the day of the trial, now wrinkled slightly but still perfect on her. Mike though, still had his suit pants on and a raggedy t-shirt that had replaced his blood stained dress shirt.
Which reminded him that he was forcing the kid to buy a new suit, and he could play the sympathy card to get Donna to go with him to make sure it was decent.
Then he caught sight of the pale hands, shaking in front of the kid and still had flakes of dried blood, as if he had absent mindedly washed them, or ran them under water. His eyes jerked up to study Mike’s pale face, noticing the dark circles under his eyes and his lips creased in concern. “What are you doing? Go wash your hands,” he grunted out, voice still so damn hoarse.
Mike’s eyes darted to his hands, shame filling his features only for a moment before he held them out, glaring. “This? This is what happens when talk back to a man holding a gun to you. What are you? You’re not human. You’re like a Vulcan.”
“I am not Spock.”
“You are! No fear, controlling your emotions until you go into pon farr! Ignoring that you were hurt. You are definitely Spock. You were shot and then you were all logical! Who does that? Spock, Spock does that!”
He laughed at that, body shaking with it and it was good because there was only a small twinge of pain because the medication was just that good. And it was good because Mike looked more like himself now, still pale but he’d lost the look of concern and even Jessica was smiling slightly, though he could still see the worry in the wrinkles next to her eyes.
A/N: Apparently shoulder wounds are actually pretty dangerous and life threatening. There was stuff about arteries and shock waves causing problems… um… we’re just going to ignore reality and go with what the TV says is real so that this works somewhat. Because, otherwise, this wouldn’t be written.
Rating: R
Warning: Gunshot wound, usage of TV reality
Words: 3637
Summary: From the prompt over at suitsmeme
The Prompt I'd like to see story of Mike and Harvey in a court room during a really big case and the court room is held hostage (disgruntled client - perhaps one of the parties stands to lose everything if they lose the case - up to the author). Harvey is injured (gunshot or knife)cue Mike angst and run with it. Gen or slash - either is fine.
A/N: I, uh, forgot the Mike angst as it was in Harvey’s POV. I'm bad at even minimal direction, apparently.
Harvey knew when he was on top of his game, knew when he was on fire. To be honest, he was usually at his best; he never did anything halfway. He enjoyed being the best and he wasn’t about to give that title up by becoming complacent. He was the best because he worked hard at it, whether anyone saw it or not.
It didn’t hurt that he was just damn good at his job.
So, it wasn’t a true surprise to him that he was doing great at the moment. He knew he would, he had all the information he needed, thanks to Mike’s careful eyes, and the skill to successfully present everything. The victory would be just that little bit sweeter because the defense was so confident but without the abilities to back it up. The idiot should have accepted the deal, but Harvey enjoyed stretching his legs and actually going through a trial every once in a while. It had started to get a little boring, having everyone bow down to him, accepting deals.
It was looking like they would be done today, early afternoon at the latest in which he planned on going out to celebrate because he could. Maybe have Jessica go with him since she was the one who put the beautifully fun case on his lap.
Maybe he’d take Mike as well, since he had successfully managed to keep himself from sympathizing with anyone. Not that it was too hard to do so, company against company. No real person involved except for the CEO who was about to lose everything because his ego refused to allow him to accept the reasonable deal Harvey had offered. At least, he thought it was reasonable.
He was only slightly disappointed when lunch was called. Another hour and he would have been done then they could do the closings and that would be that.
As he turned to Mike, to boast really, because he knew his associate knew that this was a done deal when he heard the loud sound. His face dropped in confusion even as Mike’s face transformed into fear, eyes wide and mouth opening in warning. It was a bit too late for a warning though because he felt something slam into his shoulder, slamming him forward even as the pain stole his breath. He couldn’t even really think, everything coming in stuttered.
Mike’s hands jerking out to catch him, hold him, make sure he didn’t hit the floor. Stop. Screaming. Stop. His own scream when someone, Mike, pressed on the wound. Movement that made his head spin so damn hard. More pressure at the source of the pain, a worried voice and his stomach was in his throat.
Then, somehow, thoughts started to come back to him, just as stuttered as awareness of what was going on but it was there, somewhat. The sound was a gun, yes, yes it was gun. He had heard them, muffled at the very least, with Louis. Then there was pain, which meant, logically, that he had been the first one shot. Were there other shots? Fuck, was Mike okay? If he was the first shot that meant… what did that mean? Wild, mindless shooting? No, that was stupid, this wasn’t a workplace, it was a courthouse. There would be a target; he was the target. Who else was the target? Mike? Mike worked with him so he would be a target as well.
Except Mike was okay because that was his voice, frayed, hoarse and so damn worried but talking without pain so he was okay. He had to be okay, even if, with his eyes open, all he could see was the ceiling and he wasn’t brave enough to try looking around yet, because the pain was just now becoming centered to the wound… the hole in his shoulder, arm, somewhere in that vicinity. He refused to think it was in his chest. That wasn’t good, wouldn’t work. He didn’t dare move at the moment, didn’t want to tempt the pain to become all that there was again.
A short gasp tore from him, eyes starting to jerk around. How the hell did a gun get in here? There were metal detectors for crying out loud. Maybe, if he could think straight, organize his thoughts correctly, he could figure out how someone could sneak one in but he couldn’t. Mike would know, except he could finally see the kid’s face and he wasn’t thinking past pressing his suit jacket into Harvey’s shoulder.
Were suits absorbent? Was Mike trying to collect his blood with his suit? No, pressure on wound was first aid… maybe. He knew this, knew he knew the information but any thoughts that took any effort soon were lost to him, like sand, or water, maybe, shifting through his fingers.
“Wait,” he mumbled out, gasped, heck even whispered, didn’t matter, that was his voice he heard even if he didn’t quite recognize it. “Don’t do that.”
“I have to put pressure on it,” Mike hissed, easily batting away Harvey’s hand, which he assumed he had moved even if he hadn’t really decided to try and physically stop Mike.
“Your only decent suit; use mine.”
Mike’s eyes were hard as they stared down at him, and Harvey would never really admit that he just now realized his head was resting on the kid’s lap. “You’re wearing your suit jacket, Harvey. How am I suppose to get it off of you?”
The words were said slowly, as if Harvey were stupid or maybe not tracking everything real well because it was just a blink and then Mike was telling him to stay awake. This only caused him to glare, it was a bit hard to fall asleep with the pain radiating from his shoulder. The kid needed to cut him some slack here; he couldn’t be expected to be completely coherent or responsive at the moment.
“You’re buying a new suit,” he mumbled instead, watching as Mike rolled his eyes.
“Fine, as long as you stop moving.” Mike hissed before his head jerked up at the sound of another voice, deep and rolling and completely unintelligible to Harvey. “He needs a doctor.”
“He needs to have the grace to die like a man!” Oh, Edwards, the man who was going to lose every damn thing. And to think, he had been considering accepting a deal during lunch if the idiot’s attorneys were smart enough to fold before it was out of their hands.
“If you wanted me dead, you should have learnt how to shoot straight,” Harvey grunted.
“Shut up,” Mike hissed even as Harvey began to try and sit up, pain shooting throughout him, stealing his breath.
“Help me sit up,” so his voice was a little bit higher than normal, more breathy as he struggled against Mike’s hands.
Even through his clouded mind, he knew it was not a good sign that the gunman was still at the scene. The least he could have done was had the common decency to flee so that Harvey could start getting treated right about now instead of bleeding out on the only decent suit the kid owned. His own was beyond help but at least he had other great suits to replace it. The kid though, he had no taste. Didn’t and couldn’t understand the importance of owning great suits.
And he probably should pay a bit more attention to the actual problem at hand instead of worrying about the kid’s wardrobe. That could wait until they were out of here. “You really don’t need to be moving, Harvey,” Mike responded.
“I’ll stop moving once I’m sitting up. You can still play nurse with me upright, against a wall.”
It took a moment, and another moment of white hot pain where he lost track of everything, but when he came back to himself, he was sitting up and Mike was near panic. The kid forgot about the wall, instead, had just pulled him up to rest against his chest, arm wrapped around him to steady him and still press against the wound. At least he could now see what was going on around him instead of just the ceiling and Mike’s face.
It also meant he could see the defense lawyer, dead as he laid splayed out across the floor. He managed to get him in the head.
There were a few people trapped in here other than Mike and Harvey, but at the moment, they seemed to have Edwards full attention. Which wasn’t really comforting. Edwards looked horrible really, his gray hair strewn every which way, adding to the look of insanity. “Maybe its better that you die slowly,” Edwards began once he noticed that Harvey was staring at him.
“I offered you a reasonable deal, you refused it. This is a bit out of hand…”
“My wife left me because of this nonsense you started, Specter, then you slept with her…”
Wait. He knew what Mrs. Edwards looked like, and you really couldn’t have paid him enough to sleep with her or even contemplate it. Which he was thankfully aware enough not to announce out loud. “I did not sleep with your wife, Mr. Edwards.”
“Not my wife, my daughter!”
He had a daughter? Wasn’t Mike suppose to tell him these things? How in the world had he not known this? “I have no idea who your daughter is to know if I slept with her.”
“How many women do you sleep with on a weekly basis? How many do you steal their innocence from? Do you even care?”
“Well, there was Jenny and then Megan, Sarah was nice. Ellen last week, she was…”
Mike’s fingers dug into the area around his wound, drawing a low whimper from him even as the kid’s hot breath moved across his ear as he spoke, voice just as low in warning, “Stop egging him on, Harvey.”
“I’ve been shot, Mike,” he responded slowly, wishing he could turn enough to give the kid the glare he deserved. “I’d like to know why.”
“So you do remember her name? Megan was drunk and you took advantage of her.”
“Megan?” He let out a sharp laugh that was quickly cut off by the pain he caused himself, shoulders shaking with the laugh doing more than the gun leveled at him could to silence him. “She’s a 28 year old woman, she was not drunk and I can guarantee you she was anything but innocent.”
Yeah, she had been fun. Very fun. Had he know she was Edwards’ daughter, he would have passed on the opportunity. No night of fun is worth this. Though… no, not worth it. Mike’s hands were pressing even harder into the hole in his shoulder to try and shut him up, so no, not worth it.
“Don’t lie to me or yourself. You think you’re so great…”
“I am great.” Seriously, Mike had to be grinding the palm of his hand down into him now, which was not right. “Mike, if you keep that up, I will fire you. I don’t care why you think you’re doing it, but you are not to try and interrupt me or silence me.”
He watched as Edwards ran his hand through his hair once more; it was rough enough that Harvey was pretty sure if he was closer, he would see strands yanked out, flying from the wrinkled hand. “Just… just stand up! It was stupid of me to have shot you when you weren’t looking; you wouldn’t have known what you did. But you know now, so stand up!”
Harvey wasn’t surprised in the least when Mike’s actual arms tightened around him, holding him down if he did decide to stand up. Which wasn’t really going to happen, movement was a bit past his abilities at the moment. He was damn sure that if he actually tried to move that arm in any bit, he would puke and that was one thing he was not going to do. It was bad enough that his suit was ruined by blood and a hole, he was not going to add vomit to the mix.
“Not really going to happen, Edwards,” he pointed out when it appeared that the moron really did want him to stand up.
“Stand up or I’ll shoot your kid back there. The only reason I missed the first time is because that dead idiot tried to stop me. Maybe that’ll work for you? Prove you don’t have a conscious.”
And that just wouldn’t do. Because the gun was aimed in the direction now, steady hands keeping it leveled. There was no way for him to know for sure if Edwards had good aim; there was also the idea that if he shot Harvey right now, the bullet could still go ahead and hit Mike as well. Which was completely unacceptable.
“Help me up, Mike.”
“But…”
“Help me up now, Mike,” He demanded and that was much better. He sounded like himself, demanding and not accepting any excuses.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Mike nod and that was really all the warning he needed. With that tone, Mike wouldn’t question him. Had learned not to at some point in time, thankfully. Now, he just needed to not pass out on the trip up. For a moment, his hand was on top of Mike’s as he grabbed the suit jacket to hold against him then one arm was wrapped around his waist, and the other under his uninjured shoulder and he was doing his best to hold onto the suit and to help Mike lift him. He wasn’t too sure he wasn’t just being a hindrance to the attempt, but somehow he was on his feet, head spinning, stomach revolting and vision completely blackened. And he spent entirely too long trying to keep the contents of his stomach down, because there was no way he would survive heaving.
He carefully stepped away from Mike, his good arm reaching behind him to find the wall so he could lean against that. Keeping Mike away from any through and through bullets that could hurt him. “So, let me get this straight,” he began, voice back to being weak as his head spun, threatening to knock him back down. “You are doing all of this, unselfishly, because I slept with your daughter? You killed your own lawyer and shot me because you thought she was a virgin and not because your pride refused the deal that would have left you enough to take care of yourself and your daughter for years?”
“You’re taking everything away from me and then you take her away from me as well.” There, that was what he was looking for, the man’s hands were shaking now. Slightly, barely noticeable but it meant he was on the right track, taking away the self righteousness that had guided Edwards so far.
“One, I didn’t know she was your daughter. I do not find out the family history of every woman I take out on a date. And yes, it was a date that ended in my condo. I took her to a nice restaurant and she is a very nice, interesting person. Two, you know you should have accepted the deal. You cheat a company and you will have to pay for it eventually. Had you allowed your lawyer to live, he would have been smart enough to advise you that you needed to try and deal again, before a verdict was given. I would have accepted the same deal first offered to you, plus my fees covered. For reasons beyond me, Stenson just wanted back what you cost them and instructed me that at anytime you decided to accept the generous deal, to allow you to do so.” He looked up, eyebrows raised as he frowned. “So, no, I did not take anything away from you.”
“If you did any of this for your daughter, then you need to put the gun down,” Mike began, one hand steadying Harvey while the other was up in a non-threatening manner. “She wouldn’t want to see you dead and the authorities will come in here shooting if you fire another shot.”
Oh, Harvey figured, police and SWAT and everything else should already be on the scene. Which meant his ride to the hospital was just outside those doors. Which he wasn’t ashamed to admit that he really wanted right now. If only because they would have drugs to take away the spikes of pain that were coursing through his whole body now.
All of this meant that Edwards needed to surrender so Harvey could have some relief. Because, this, this was worse than when he had literally destroyed his shoulder playing ball.
“As if she would want to see me in prison!”
“Funny thing, I’ve heard children just like their parents to be alive, period, despite the age.” Harvey sighed, trying to keep his head held high. He was going to have to sit down soon, the world was spinning and his head was heavy, and he was quickly losing the strength or will to stand up. Really, the only thing keeping him standing right now was the fear that if he collapsed, Edwards would take it out on Mike. Not that he was going to ever tell the kid that.
“I’m tired of playing this game,” He grunted out, body nearly collapsing against he wall, the good hand rubbing at his forehead to find that he had been sweating. He wasn’t even going to start distracting himself by trying to think of shock and how much he was doing to make it worse. “Put the gun down, let the bailiff take it and let everyone else go. In return, both Mike and me will speak at your trial for leniency . You’ll still do time, there’s no way around that, but I can even talk to the DA, try and get you minimum security. Just put the gun down and surrender. I’d offer to represent you, but there’s a small conflict of interest.”
Namely, the small issue of the bullet hole in his shoulder. Though, there were many other actual legal reasons why he couldn’t, that was the main reason he wouldn’t.
“Minimum security and protective custody?”
“Sure, why not?”
As soon as the gun was in the bailiff’s hands, he was down. Sliding down the wall, more than likely leaving a trail of blood because he could clearly see the blood soaking the front of Mike. Which, meant it was probably went straight through him, and putting pressure on one hole was actually not enough when there were two holes.
After that, everything else just happened in a blur, he was too busy trying to convince his stomach to stay put to pay attention to the insanity of the on going events. People tried rushing out, SWAT and paramedics rushed in. And Mike was back to putting pressure on the wound, talking to him, but he only knew that because his mouth was moving, he couldn’t really hear or put together whatever was coming out of his mouth.
He was gone when the paramedics tried to move him. One moment he was staring at Mike and a pretty paramedic and then everything went white hot before it was completely back.
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None of the nurses or doctors would tell him how long he had been out, just that he had been in surgery and there was going to be a fortune worth of physical therapy for him to regain full use of his shoulder. He figured it had been a long while though, given time for the surgery and for him to actually wake up.
So, given this belief, he really wasn’t expecting to look up as the door to his private room opened to find both Jessica and Mike walk in. Jessica, face creased with worry, was still wearing her gorgeous outfit from the day of the trial, now wrinkled slightly but still perfect on her. Mike though, still had his suit pants on and a raggedy t-shirt that had replaced his blood stained dress shirt.
Which reminded him that he was forcing the kid to buy a new suit, and he could play the sympathy card to get Donna to go with him to make sure it was decent.
Then he caught sight of the pale hands, shaking in front of the kid and still had flakes of dried blood, as if he had absent mindedly washed them, or ran them under water. His eyes jerked up to study Mike’s pale face, noticing the dark circles under his eyes and his lips creased in concern. “What are you doing? Go wash your hands,” he grunted out, voice still so damn hoarse.
Mike’s eyes darted to his hands, shame filling his features only for a moment before he held them out, glaring. “This? This is what happens when talk back to a man holding a gun to you. What are you? You’re not human. You’re like a Vulcan.”
“I am not Spock.”
“You are! No fear, controlling your emotions until you go into pon farr! Ignoring that you were hurt. You are definitely Spock. You were shot and then you were all logical! Who does that? Spock, Spock does that!”
He laughed at that, body shaking with it and it was good because there was only a small twinge of pain because the medication was just that good. And it was good because Mike looked more like himself now, still pale but he’d lost the look of concern and even Jessica was smiling slightly, though he could still see the worry in the wrinkles next to her eyes.
A/N: Apparently shoulder wounds are actually pretty dangerous and life threatening. There was stuff about arteries and shock waves causing problems… um… we’re just going to ignore reality and go with what the TV says is real so that this works somewhat. Because, otherwise, this wouldn’t be written.