Hi! Welcome to the story. I've been obsessed with suits for over a month now and I needed somewhere to focus my creative juices. This is going to be a compilation of multi-chapter stories and one-shots. It's mostly focused on the amazing friendship that is Mike and Harvey. This one is right at the season three premiere when Rachel tells Mike that he should quit. If you've watched it, you'll recognize the first scene. Anyways, feel free to give me any prompts or ideas or just a review. Thank you and enjoy it!

He stared down at the paper sitting on his desk, re-reading every syllable. This was for the best, he told himself over and over. He lifted his head, staring out of his brand-new office. A figure walked by, only giving him a side look that carried none of the amusement or even the annoyance that it usually did. It was just a cold stare.

And there it was, that look. It was all he needed to see. He grabbed his pen with shaky hands and hastily signed his name on the paper. Tears that had yet to form burned at the back of his eyes and a lump decided to settle in his throat when he read the paper again. He held it between his hands, and swiveled in his chair, facing the large windows.

In front of him, the sun was giving out its last beads of warmth and light for the day. It shone brilliantly on the water below, turning the calm turquoise into mellow shades of red and orange. He was going to miss this view.

He sighed deeply, thinking how this all went down. It didn't matter, though. Because as much as he loved this place, it no longer felt like home. He felt alienated by the people he grew to think of as his family. This is for the best, he repeated the mantra in his head.

He dragged his feet to the file room down the hall, carrying a batch of documents that he planned to finish because technically, it was still his job.

The next few hours flew by in a haze of motions and arraignments and a stuffed-crust pizza because under no circumstances will he be kept from Gianno's melted goodness, even if it reminds him of every all-nighter he pulled these last two years.

"Did you go through all those files in one night?"

"Well, I would've done it faster but I ordered a pizza. Speaking of which, have you ever had the cheese in the crust? Because it blew my mind."

He smiled. It was his first week, the first time he experienced the adrenaline that came with the job, the first time he'd trusted someone else other than his grandmother. His thought drifted to her. Oh, how he wished she was here. Maybe she'd tell him what to do. Would she approve of what he's doing? Probably not, but there's no turning back now.

He turned his wrist and glanced at his watch. It was close to three in the morning. A dull pain made its way to his chest and latched on. Everyone had gone home. Pushing against the desk, he held the files he worked and walked out of the room.

As he trudged to the familiar corner office, a nauseating wave of emotion rose to his throat and he had to lean on the desk sitting outside belonging to a certain redhead to catch his breath. At least no one was there to chastise him or give him a lecture about his suits or yell for getting high, even if that wasn't his fault, or was it?

Shaking the thoughts out of his head, he marched into the office, deposited the files on the coffee table, and calmly placed the signed letter on the desk. He suddenly felt the need to take it back, tear it to shreds and use it as confetti. His mind told him that this was for the best, but his heart told another story.

Ten minutes later, Mike Ross found himself walking into an elevator with a box of his belongings and tears in his eyes. The doors closed.

A ding echoed followed by opening doors, Harvey Specter stepped out into the lobby. He scowled at the new name that was plastered on the wall, and the doubled amount of people in the building didn't improve his mood either. But what set him off though, was the terrifying glare his assistant was giving him since he entered her line of sight.

"Coffee?" He held out the cup that was in his hand. He needed his caffeine but he sure as hell wasn't going to invoke the wrath of his assistant. The lack of response genuinely scared him. "There's caramel in there." After a minute of persuasion, he silently left the cup on her desk and entered his office, still bewildered at the redhead's death stare. He racked his brain for possible reasons this could be happening but before he could come up with an answer a lone paper sat on his desk. Maybe this could be the answer to his question?

Harvey,

I'm pretty sure I'm the last person you want to hear from right now, so I'll make it quick. You didn't just give me my dream, you gave me a family. You completely changed my life for the better, more or less. I was well on my way to rock bottom, and you gave me a lifeline. You trusted me, and I used that trust for my survival.

And since you'd never hear me out in person, I thought this would be easier. Jessica threatened to go to the DA if I didn't do what she said. And I caved because I couldn't bear to think about what would happen if she did. But I shouldn't have let her blackmail me into betraying you.

For that, and for the hundred other things I've done, I am sorry. I never meant to hurt you. It's funny, before the whole merger fiasco, I thought we were becoming friends. Maybe I was wrong.

I can't deny that I'm nothing but a liability for you now. I can't have anyone else finding out about me and leaving you in the crosshairs. So, effective immediately, I, Mike Ross, hereby resign from Pearson Darby.

Mike Ross