Consequences

Disclaimer: I do not own suits or its characters

Just something that popped up in my head during S2E3, because 1: Mike doesn't get enough whump and 2: we all know what should have happened between Mike and Rachel ;)

Chapter 1

Mike ran out the door after Rachel. He wanted so bad to tell her; he wanted to spill his whole secret, but Harvey and the rest of his life were telling him not to.

"Rachel! Rachel, stop please," he got in front of her and gripped her arms. "Let me explain. Look, I want to tell you, but-"

"Then tell me!" Rachel shouted, tears falling from her eyes.

"I can't!"

"Why? What could it possibly be, that you're- you're married, that you're some kind of spy?" Rachel went around Mike and began walking away again.

Mike turned around and grabbed her arm once more, making her face him. "No, you don't understand; once I tell you I can never take it back-"

Rachel and Mike were so busy yelling at each other, they never noticed the man in completely black clothes, coming up behind Mike and holding a gun concealed by the side of his leg. His name was Zach Falls and he was going to make some money today, and no one was going to stop him. He wanted some booze, and he couldn't do that without money. So he figured, he would shoot the man, because no one ever cooperated when they demanded for their money…wellm at least when he demanded for it. They thought he was a complete joke, but no…he would show them; he would show all of them. He raised his gun and quickly pulled the trigger.

"This is my ev-" Mike's body jerked, his breath catching in his throat and his eyes going wide. He looked down at his body and saw blood already beginning to soak his shirt.

"Oh my god," Rachel whispered in shock. Blood had sprayed onto her jacket and a crimson spot of blood began forming on Mike's lower chest from where the bullet had exited. Mike's grip on her arms tightened before he started falling forward.

"Mike!" Rachel yelled as she caught him underneath his armpits and lowered him down onto his back. She placed his head in her lap and cradled it while stroking his hair.

"Give me your money!" Shouted Zach.

Rachel was stunned. Mike was shot just because this dick wanted a few bucks? Both angry and panicked tears made their way down her pale cheeks. She reached into her pockets and took out all the money she had…which was only thirty bucks.

"Here! Take the damn money!" She shouted as she threw the paper at him. He gave her a look and she growled, "Yes, that's all I have you douchebag I don't exactly work on Wall Street."

"Him, too. Take the money out of his pocket."

Rachel huffed; she didn't want to steal money from Mike, but both of their lives depended on it. She reached into his pant pockets and sighed inwardly with relief. He had nothing on him.

"He doesn't have any."

"How do I know you're not lying?" Zach said, brandishing his gun dangerously close to her.

"Look," Rachel said, getting agitated and turning Mike's pockets inside out. "Nothing!"

Without another word, Zach ran off into the dark.

"Bastard," Rachel muttered then turned her attention to Mike, who was now wheezing and the blood from his wound was flowing out rapidly.

"Mike. Mike, can you hear me?"

"Ra-Rach-chel?"

"I'm right here, Mike. You're gonna be okay, I'm calling for help right now." She dug into her pockets, searching for her phone, when she remembered she left it on her nightstand…at home.

"Dammit," and she knew Mike's pocket were empty also. "Mike, is your phone upstairs?" She looked down at him and saw that his eyes were partially closed. His face was a greyish pale and blood was trickling out of his mouth. Must have hit a lung.

"Mike, don't fall asleep. You gotta keep your eyes open."

"I c-can't. It hurts," he rasped.

"I know it does, that's why I need to know where your phone is so I can call for help."

"I-It's on my- my counter."

"Alright, I'm gonna lean you against the wall and I'll be right back."

Rachel gently dragged Mike to the wall and made she he was comfortable before moving to go upstairs. She was stopped, suddenly, when something grabbed her wrist feebly. She turned around and saw Mike looking at her desperately.

"No…plea-please…don't lea-leave…me…alone," he wheezed. Don't leave me alone to die.

"It'll just be for a couple seconds, I have to get your phone, but I promise I will be right back."

Mike looked at her hesitantly before letting go, his arm falling limply to the ground and Rachel immediately taking off to Mike's apartment. She clambered up the stairs and burst into his apartment. Thankfully, Mike's phone was right where he said it would be. Already dialing 911, she rushed back outside, praying that he wasn't dead yet.

~+SUITS+~

Mike watched Rachel disappear back into the building sadly. He didn't want to die alone; he knew he was going to die, he could just feel it. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think, and he couldn't move without pain shooting through his chest. Worst, he was getting extremely tired, but Rachel told him specifically not to fall asleep. But it was so hard to keep his eyes open; they began to droop until they were snapped shut. Now he didn't think he could ever open them again. His last thoughts were of Rachel and wishing that he could tell her about everything, before he slipped into darkness.

~+SUITS+~

"Yes, I need an ambulance 345 Master Street in downtown New York. My friend just got shot and-"

Rachel stopped when she got back outside and saw Mike. He was slumped heavily against the wall, and he didn't look like he was breathing.

"No, no, no, Mike!" She ran over to him and pressed a shaky finger on his neck. He still had a pulse, a weak one, but it was there. Rachel brought her ear next to Mike's mouth and gasped. He really wasn't breathing.

"I-I…he's got a pulse, but he's not breathing! Please hurry!" She tossed the phone to the ground and laid Mike flat on the concrete.

"Come on Mike, you have to breathe," she whispered as she began rescue breathing. Good thing Louis made them all take a class on CPR, or she would've never known what to do. Tilting the associate's head back, she pinched his nose and breathed into his mouth. When her lips touched his- his cold ones that is- she remembered the first time they kissed. She also remembered when he came up to her a day or two ago and they kissed for, what seemed like, hours. Damn you, Mike. But this wasn't the same; there wasn't any spark. Maybe that was, because all she could taste was blood, or that he wasn't kissing her back or maybe just, because he wasn't freakin' breathing.

"Come on Mike, don't do this or I swear to god…" she leaned back in and breathed once more. Suddenly, she heard the wheezing sound of Mike's breath.

"Thank god," she whispered. She crawled to Mike's head and gently laid it on her lap. She cautiously watched Mike's chest rise and fall unevenly, showing her how hard of a time he was having just to breathe. She unconsciously ran her fingers through his hair, smoothing the sweaty bangs off his forehead…which by the way, was too warm for her liking. She looked up into the sky as a raindrop hit her head. Great, just their luck. This is all my fault. If I had never come here, he would be safe in his apartment and I'd be safe in mine. Now Mike could die and it's all because of me. She looked back down at Mike's dangerously pale face; the rain was, now, starting to come down harder, making his hair mat to his head…well at least it was slowing the blood down…no it wasn't a good thing. Mike was now shivering. He was going in to shock and now, because of this goddamn rain, he could get hypothermia. She took his hand and squeezed it gently in assurance; Mike was going to get through this…hopefully. All of a sudden, his breathing hitched and Mike weakly shifted and groaned.

"Mike?" Rachel whispered, placing a hand on his cheek.

Mike's eyes fluttered open and revealed glassy blue eyes. Rachel choked a sob and smiled. Mike smiled faintly back at her before letting out a coughing fit.

"It's alright, Mike. You're gonna be okay, help is almost here." As if on cue, she heard sirens not too far away. Rachel smiled as she wiped rainwater and tears out of her eyes. "You hear that, Mike? The ambulance is almost here; just hang on, alright?" She looked down again and saw that Mike was still looking at her with the same exact expression. At first, she thought he was dead- and that nearly killed her- but then he smiled and blinked sluggishly. She grinned and ran her hand through his hair. Unexpectedly, his mouth opened like he was going to say something; when he did, Rachel couldn't hear his faint voice over the sirens and the patter of the rain.

"What?" She shouted, leaning closer to Mike's mouth.

"S-s'ry…I'm s'ry Rachel…shoulda t-told you."

"I don't care about that right now, Mike. Just save your breath and stop talking for once," she ended with in a joking tone.

Mike picked up on it and smiled, but it disappeared instantly as a wave of pain crashed through his entire body. He snapped his eyes shut and squeezed Rachel's hand tightly. When he reopened them, Rachel was looking at him with concern, but offered him a smile of comfort. It wouldn't help him though; yeah it would be a good 'last thing to remember' type of thing, but he knew he wasn't gonna make it. God, Harvey is going to be so pissed at me. Oh and Grammy…oh my god, Grammy. What is she gonna do without me? Her heart is going to break when she hears that I die. No child should ever die before their parent- well in this case his grandmother. I have to tell Rachel, maybe she'll take care of her for me.

"R-Rachel," he shivered. Shit, I sound horrible.

"Mike, I said stop talking."

"T-Tell m-my Grammy that I'm s-s'ry a-and I l-love her."

"No, Mike you can tell her yourself. I promise you, you're gonna be okay."

Mike shook his head and swallowed. "N-Not gonna m-make it R-Rachel."

"Yes you are, stop being so dramatic," Rachel said forcefully. She wasn't going to let him die. Where was the freakin' ambulance? "Don't say that Mike, you will make it."
"T-Tell H-Harvey I'm s-s'ry I l-let him d-down and D-Donna, t-tell her she's always been like a-a mother to m-me…." Mike took a shuddering breath and looked up at Rachel. "And, Ra-Rachel…"

By now, tears were flowing onto Rachel's face, blending in the rain, and dripping onto Mike's forehead.

"I-I loved you t-the f-first time I p-put eyes on you…b-but then y-you t-told me to s-stop hitting on y-you so…" Mike trailed off and chuckled.

Rachel laughed too, remembering that moment she met Mike Ross. He was hot, but she wasn't going to let him know that. Then that day when he was "fired" and she talked to him; she felt really bad for Mike so that's why she'd given him advice. Or that time when they went for dinner so he could try out the restaurant for the rookie dinner; she had felt a spark when they were an inch close from each other before she left. She almost kissed him, but she knew she couldn't…no matter how much she wanted to. The best time was when she saw Mike sleeping in the file room; he looked cute, and then he got undressed and she couldn't help but stare. He was hot. She smirked and looked down at Mike, about to tell him something, but she stopped, her blood running cold. His eyes were, once again, closed and his chest was immobile.

"Mike?" She called frantically, shaking his shoulders. She put her fingers to his neck and choked. He didn't have a pulse. Mike Ross was dead.

Well? How do you like it so far? Should I continue? I already have all the chapters written out and ready to update. So the more response I get, the more motivated I am to post another chapter :) Haha, originally this was going to be a one-shot…guess not ;)