What Happens in Vegas Doesn't Always Stay in Vegas
A small story until I can think about my other chapter for my other stories. Hope you like it :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Suits.
"You're kidding right?"
"No Mike, for the hundredth time, I'm not kidding."
"Really, because I could've sworn you've only told me ninety-nine times."
"Stop being a smart-ass or I'll feed you to Louis."
"Idle threats, Harvey, idle threats."
"Really? Why don't I call Louis right now then," Harvey picked up the phone and began dialing.
"Alright, alright I believe you. But seriously, are we really going to Vegas? The strippers, the showgirls, the casinos, the whole nine yards?"
Harvey rolled his eyes. "I swear I'm gonna kill you if you don't go home and pack. We're leaving tomorrow at noon; we have to be there for our new client, Jonathan Hudson, owner of Hudson Hydraulics Remanufacturing and Testing Facility, at 8pm tomorrow."
Mike groaned as he stood up from the couch and stretched.
"Ray will be at your place at 11:30 sharp, so be ready."
"Yep."
"I mean it, kid. This is a big client and it could get this firm a lot of money."
"Okay, okay, I'll be ready. Night, Harvey." Mike picked up his bag and started for the door.
Harvey smirked. "Night kid."
**SUITS**
The Next day 11:00am
Mike had fallen asleep around 5am, because he'd been busy starting a profile for their case and packing. 10:58am found him passed out uncomfortably on his couch, his feet and arms dangling off the sides. His snores could be heard throughout the silent apartment and he was still wearing the clothes- the now wrinkled clothes- from the previous night.
All of a sudden, a shrill noise cut through the silence, jerking the sleeping associate awake. He groaned and sat up, wiping a hand down his face. He suddenly realized his phone was ringing and he groggily searched for it for almost thirty seconds. Finally, he found it between the cushions and he cleared his throat before answering.
"He-Hello?"
"Don't tell me you just woke up."
"What?"
"The fact that you don't know is really concerning to me."
"…"
"Vegas…big client…lots of money…"
"Oh, god. Right."
"Are you sure you have an eidetic memory? Anyways, Ray will be there in fifteen minutes."
"What, it's only..." Mike looked at his watch and realized it was almost 11:10. Before he could reply to Harvey, he heard a click and a dial tone. Of course Harvey hung up on me. Mike put his phone down and got ready; taking a quick shower, shaving and getting dressed into some casual clothes. They weren't meeting the client until later that night; he had plenty of time to change. Yawning, he pulled a hoodie over his blue Henley and put on his grey converse. By 11:28, he was downstairs waiting for the familiar town car to pull up. He leaned against the brick wall and closed his eyes, letting himself drift. He probably was going to fall to the ground if he didn't hear a loud horn to wake him abruptly.
"Huh, what?" He found himself looking at the black car, the window rolled down and Harvey peering out, looking at him with an incredulous glare on his face.
"You just gonna stand there all day or are you coming?"
Mike rolled his eyes, picked up his things and got into the car. When he got a good look at Harvey, he snorted a laugh, causing the older man to frown.
"What?"
"I didn't think you owned anything more than three pieces and tuxedos."
Harvey was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt also, and it was shocking to see Harvey wear such things.
"It's not like I sleep in my suits."
"Yeah," Mike chuckled, "keep telling yourself that."
Harvey smirked and punched Mike playfully on the arm. "You've been a bit lippy this week, what's gotten into you?"
"I have good comebacks and you're saying I'm lippy, but when you do it, it's considered 'playful' banter?"
"Yep." Harvey took out a newspaper and began to read while Mike rolled his eyes and leaned his forehead against the window. He figured he could catch at least twenty minutes of sleep before they reached the airport, so he slowly closed his eyes and drifted off into a light slumber.
**SUITS**
"Kid…Mike…Michael, wake up!"
"Huh?" Mike snapped open his eyes and looked around. When he met Harvey's dark brown eyes he finally remembered what was going on. He yawned loudly and looked tiredly at Harvey. "Are we there yet?"
"You are unbelievable, kid," Harvey sighed as he got out of the car. Mike took this as a 'yes we are here you idiot' and followed in suit. The two grabbed their things from the trunk, waved to Ray and entered the airport. Ten minutes later found them on the plane, Las Vegas bound; Mike was bobbing his head to a Led Zeppelin song on his iPod and Harvey was reading a magazine he'd bought at the store. Two hours into the flight, both men were passed out, wanting to get as much rest as possible before they reached the wild city of Las Vegas. But neither of them knew their trip was going to end in a life or death situation.
**SUITS**
10:15pm.
"Well I must say, Harvey, I'm glad I chose the right path with you and your associate."
"Well, John, Pearson-Hardman is only here to make you satisfied."
Jonathan grinned as he waved to a waitress to bring over drinks. "Let's just hope we win this in court; a lot of money is on the line you know."
"Trust me, I never lose and I bet I could get you more money than you've ever dreamed of getting."
"That's a lot of money then," chuckled Jonathan.
Harvey grinned as he shook his client's hand before leaning back in his chair, Mike doing the same. When their waitress came, he ordered Scotch while Mike and John ordered Whiskey.
"Good choice, kid," John said. "I don't know how Harvey can drink that Scotch crap, it's horrible."
"Tell me about it; that's practically all he drinks," Mike smiled as he looked at Harvey who rolled his eyes.
**SUITS**
Katherine Miller listened angrily as she heard that Hudson's company was going to make more money. They didn't need more money, she needed more money! Her company was going into the crapper because of Hudson. Well, if she couldn't have that money, no one could.
Making sure that the waitress, who stupidly left the open bottle of whiskey out meant for John, was preoccupied with another customer, she pulled out a packet of powdered Ricin. Hastily, she pulled on a glove and opened the bag, pouring the powder into the bottle. Jonathan Hudson was a dead man; his 65 year old body wouldn't be able to fight this poison off. But little did she know that the skinny blond associate had ordered the whiskey, too.
**SUITS**
"Here you are," said the waitress, placing the drinks on the table. "Scotch for you, sir," she said cheerfully and gave Harvey his drink. "And the whiskey for you two gentleman." She placed the two glasses on the table and poured the contaminated liquid into both of their cups.
"Thank you dear," John said grinning. He turned to his lawyers and lifted his cup. "A toast; to a long life…and a lot of money."
The three laughed as they clinked glasses and gulped down their drinks. But who knew that two lives were going to be cut so short.
TBC
Should I continue? Let me know, because it'll turn out to be a really good story if I do. Reviews! :)