Hey there! Well, I have watched Suits on and off since it started, and what can I say...Season 5 killed me! Now that Season 6 is here, I am finally feeling inspired to attempt a fic in this fandom. Fair warning, I tend to write LOTS of hurt/comfort and angst, usually with a happy ending?...we'll see! This will probably be a two-to-three shot, maybe longer if I find more motivation. This is set after ep 1 but before ep 2, and is based off of the promo where it looks like Mike is about to get shanked by Frank...and I just couldn't get that image out of my head! Thus, this fic was born.

(Also, to any of my Grimm readers...sorry I have gotten your messages and I am still searching for my muse to continue...but THANKS so much for all your support!)

Anyways, please enjoy, and let me know if I should continue (or not).

Happy reading!

Fictional

"Mike..." Harvey began, opening and closing his mouth uselessly, for the first time in his entire life at a complete loss for words. He shifted in the hard plastic chair, haphazardly running a hand down his face as he looked back at Mike. Several long moments of silence passed between them, feeling like an eternity, and Harvey waited with baited breath, half-hoping that Mike would speak to him, just reply in some way. Hell, even if Mike screamed at him right now, and told him he hated him, blamed him for going to prison and ruining his life, it would be better than this silent treatment. With the sinking realization that he really wasn't going to get a response, Harvey finally let out a deep sigh, shaking his head slowly in dejection.

"Damn it Mike...I'm sorry."

Only the steady beeping of the ventilator currently keeping Mike alive answered him.

Mike didn't even make it through his first night in prison before he realized he was in trouble. More trouble than simply just going to prison and serving his time. Sure, he had no misconceptions that prison would be tough, dangerous even, but he hadn't intended to make an enemy on his first night there.

Frank Gallo hated Harvey for putting him away, and now Mike was a convenient target for Frank to get his long-awaited revenge that he had had plenty of time to contemplate over for the past thirteen years.

No, his counselor was wrong: this was no prison movie.

It was much worse.

Not only was he now in even more danger than he had expected once going behind bars, but now Harvey would be vulnerable if Frank came after him as leverage, and also because of his naïveté the first night, so easily trusting the wrong person...Rachel was now in jeopardy too because he had inadvertently given that monster her phone number.

When would he stop hurting the people he loved?

It was three days before Mike was granted access to a collect call, and he immediately contacted Harvey, knowing he had to warn him about Frank, and warn Rachel that it wasn't him behind those texts. Of course, he also wanted Harvey to downplay the danger he was in to Rachel, because she was already worried enough about him, he knew that, and he didn't want to screw up her life anymore than he already had.

His call was accepted immediately, and Mike felt a slight surge of relief that even with the current hell he was in, Harvey was still there when he needed him, one of the few constants he could hold onto now that his life was in shambles. A second later, Harvey's voice came over the line.

"Mike," he said simply, but the way he said his name was laced with both concern and relief.

"Harvey," Mike replied, trying to keep his voice calm before he recounted everything to Harvey about his run-in with Frank Gallo. "We have a problem."

Harvey took a deep breath as he stopped outside the door to the visitation room where Mike was waiting for him. For possibly the first time that he could recently remember, panic attacks be damned, he was afraid.

Afraid for Mike's life. He had foolishly convinced himself that Mike would be ok in Danbury, that the kid was tough enough, and thanks to their fight the night before Mike went away, he knew that he could pack a punch if he needed to. He certainly wasn't weak, and God knows he knew how smart Mike was, that he would find a way to survive in there with that goddamn genius mind of his.

But that was all before Frank Gallo was in the picture. Now Mike was in trouble, real trouble, and it was all because of him.

Harvey swallowed thickly, pushing down the guilt and fear threatening to send him into another panic attack, and swung open the heavy door.

One week behind bars and Mike already looked rough. Harvey steeled himself as he took a seat across the hard metal table from his "client"...the only way he was able to see Mike was to represent himself as his attorney, although he was already working on a way to bypass the month long waiting list for Rachel.

The right side of Mike's face was an impressive shade of purple and blue, evidence of his first few encounters with Frank and his gang over the past week. Harvey cleared his throat as he looked at Mike, trying and failing to hide his reaction.

"Thought you could throw a punch," he attempted lamely, furrowing his brow as he studied Mike's battered face.

"Yea, well, hard to land a good hit when it's three-on-one," Mike shot back, his attempt at the normal back-and-forth with Harvey falling flat. This was no laughing matter, and the usual easy banter between them felt foreign and wrong inside the cold concrete walls.

"Mike," Harvey leaned across the table then, looking at him seriously, as Mike leaned forward as far as he could, his shackles creating a loud clang in the small room as they hit the metal table, "I'm doing everything I can to get Frank transferred out of here, I even made a call to Cahill, but it isn't going to happen overnight."

"Harvey, I get that," Mike tried to hide the desperation in his voice, failing miserably, "but you don't understand, I won't last another night in here! Frank has most of the guards in his pocket, and he has nothing to lose."

"Of course he does," Harvey gritted his teeth, looking at Mike with determination, "everyone does, and I'll find a way to use it against him."

"And even if you do that, it doesn't mean that he won't come after me again in the meantime," Mike replied quickly. "I'm basically a dead man walking in here. It's only a matter of time before he really makes a move, one that I'm not walking away from this time," he gestured at his bruised face, as far as his handcuffs would allow, to make his point.

"You just have to hang in there a little longer, Mike," Harvey hoped he sounded reassuring, but he barely believed his own words. Mike was right, Frank was dangerous, and angry with a vendetta, and he really didn't have anything that Harvey could barter with him over in exchange for leaving Mike alone...but if there was, Harvey was damn sure that he would find it and use it to keep Mike safe. "I'll take care of it."

Mike sighed, shaking his head in defeat. "Harvey, look, I know you're doing everything you can, but between this and what's going on at the firm..."

"You think I really give a damn about what happens to the firm when your life is in danger?" Harvey interrupted, his eyes flashing angrily. "I'm trying to keep you alive Mike, or have you not realized that's the priority here?"

"Look, Harvey, I appreciate that," Mike replied, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice, "but if you let the firm fail in the meantime, then what the hell did I put myself in here for?"

"To keep me out," Harvey bit out as he slumped back in his chair, but there was no heat behind his words this time, only guilt and remorse. "To keep me and the rest of us from sitting behind these bars with you."

He paused, letting out a deep breath before continuing, "Mike, it should be me in here, not you."

"Don't even start that with me again," Mike interjected firmly, "we've been over this a million times, this was my crime in the first place, and I wasn't going to let you take the fall for it, no matter what, not even with what is going on now. I made my decision, and I've made my peace with it, and now you need to make yours." He paused, letting out a deep breath, before he added softly, "You have to stop blaming yourself Harvey."

Harvey swallowed thickly, unable to hide the guilt clearly etched on his face. "And if something happens to you in here, then how the hell can I not?"

Mike shrugged helplessly at that. He knew better than to offer Harvey false reassurances that he couldn't keep. "Look, I'm watching my back as much as I can..." He trailed off, not needing to finish his sentence. They both already knew.

"I know, it's not that simple," Harvey replied with a deep sigh. "But I swear to you Mike, I am doing everything I can to make sure you walk out of here in one piece."

"I know that, but," Mike hesitated, and Harvey already knew what the younger man was about to say before the words even left his mouth, "but look, just in case something happens to me..."

"Damn it Mike, you are not seriously going to do the 'if anything happens to me speech' are you?" Harvey cut him off, not sure if he could even handle hearing this speech from him, because if something really did happen to Mike, Harvey would never be able to stop blaming himself.

"Harvey, just listen," Mike implored him, and he realized just how serious he was, "please."

Harvey just nodded for him to continue, knowing now how important it was for him to say these words...just in case.

"Ok, well," Mike continued carefully, looking as though he was searching for the right words, "if anything does happen to me, promise me that you'll look out for Rachel..."

"Of course I would, Mike, you know that," Harvey replied seriously. It was the least he could do to look after his fiancé if Mike was killed in prison because of an old vendetta against him, even if Rachel had already told him in so many words how she would never forgive him if anything happened to Mike while in was in there.

Not that he blamed her. If anything happened to Mike, he would never forgive himself.

"That's not all," Mike added, waiting for Harvey to make eye contact with him again. "And you have to promise me you won't blame yourself for this."

Harvey looked at him skeptically. "And how do you suppose I do that when its my goddamn fault that you are in this mess in the first place?"

Mike shook his head at that. "Even if Frank is the reason I'm currently running for my life, that was completely out of your control. It's my own fault that I'm in here, not yours." Harvey opened his mouth to argue, but Mike swiftly held up one of his shackled hands to stop him. "Whatever you think, Harvey, I don't blame you, ok? No matter what happens."

"Yea, well, that's your opinion," Harvey grumbled back, but Mike just smirked at him, causing Harvey to smile back, and for just a moment, things almost felt normal between them, as if they were back at Pearson Specter Litt, and not inside the confines of Danbury Federal Penitentiary.

But reality of their situation quickly settled back in, and Harvey's smile fell as he looked at Mike seriously once again. "Mike, I swear to you, I'll find a way to fix this, as soon as I can."

Mike's serious gaze reflected his own, but Harvey could hear the unwavering faith in him as he replied.

"I know Harvey. Because if you don't...the only way I'm leaving this place is in a body bag."

TBC