So this is what it feels like to be a free man, Harvey thought.

After days of trying to find a loophole or evidence to blackmail Evan Smith into cooperating, Harvey finally felt his cloud of worry dissipate because he had found a way out. He was safe. Donna was safe. Though he knew what he had done was somewhat in the moral gray area, he had convinced himself that if the people knew how much he cared about the woman he had just rescued, they would understand. His logic was kind of fucked up, he knew, but at the moment he could care less because Donna was going to be okay.

After the meeting, Harvey had immediately texted her, "closed Evan Smith" before heading back to the office with Mike. As a small little token of thanks, Harvey bought the kid a bagel to the associate's surprise, conveyed by his saucer-sized eyes. And his own "What? You did good, you deserve one," only made the puppy's eyes bug out larger. He smirked in response before they both headed back up to Pearson Specter Litt, the joy clearly evident in their step. By the time he swaggered into his office as per usual, he had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. Donna, being Donna, was already at her desk worrying about his schedule as if this whole nightmare hadn't just happened. Ever the bigger person.

Harvey walked in and sat in his chair, eyes eventually settling on the presence of his favorite cream cheese bagel sitting next to a cup of coffee, which undoubtedly had a shot of vanilla in it. He smiled at the memory of when he was first introduced to this combination, relishing in the fact that even when they had first met, she already knew him better than he knew himself.

Being too preoccupied in his thoughts, he picked up the cup and accidentally tipped it too far back into his mouth. Burning his tongue with the hot beverage, his "Ow! Jesus," was not unheard by Donna via the intercom. As she chuckled, he glared in her direction with a huff before coordinating the cup back to his mouth, until he saw something written on the cup.

Thank you, Harvey. was what he read in Donna's curly handwriting. It was a somewhat unknown gesture for the two of them, and though it felt weird, Harvey felt a sense of content rest in him. He smiled, glad that he glad he could be hidden by his coffee cup and his glass walls. The woman always knew how to make his day better, even when he felt like he was on a silver lining already. But he would never admit that, not even to himself. Still, he couldn't help but sneak a peek at his favorite redhead...

Knowing Harvey would see her message at this exact moment, she turned and made eye contact with him before giving him a wink and he smiled back at her. Even though she was currently pretending to act like her little.. issue had never happened, she too felt a great relief in having it all be had always made them giddy from the day she had started working for him, and seeing as they were the best damn closer in all of New York City and the best executive assistant in all of law firm history, they were never denied the highs of winning. Today, however, their happiness over this particular win wasn't something shared by the firm; it was them celebrating in their own little world. And while it was exciting, Donna thought, it was also new and kind of terrifying.

For Harvey, trying to save Donna this past week had taken the toll out of both of them, victory this time around wasn't as evident as relief. Though he usually celebrated by going for drink and waking up to a random beauty next to him, all he wanted tonight was to be in the presence of her.

"Donna," he practically chirped.

"Yes, Harvey?" she asked, wondering if he needed another bagel. She wouldn't have been surprised; he ate (or rather, swallowed) those like a fat kid with cake.

"What're your plans for tonight?"

"Since when were you concerned with my life after work?"

"Since I want to take you out to dinner. Let's celebrate."

No answer.

"Wow, Donna. Nothing to say again? You must be losing your touch," he teased.

"Shut up, Harvey. I'm sure there's some bimbo out there you'd much rather like to celebrate with instead so go away, I'm busy sorting your life out."

He pretended to ignore the first statement. "More like busy soaking in your tub with a lush bomb until you're a prune surrounded by bubbles reading sex tips from Cosmo. You don't need a magazine for that; go out with me tonight and I'll give you a few pointers."

Donna was an amazing actress (he had actually been blown away when he saw her that night he told her he was a Donna fan) but her red hair always betrayed her even at the slightest indication of her blushing. He smiled to himself. Again, victory.

"If I go will you leave me alone?" she mumbled.

"Deal."

"Wait.. where are we going?"

"It's a surprise." He actually didn't know, but where was the fun in admitting that?

"What do you mean, it's a surprise? How am I gonna know what to wear?"

"Do you think this is a date?" he humored her. Her returning death glare almost made him laugh.

"You know what, I don't really feel like going anymore. And just for the record, Harvey, being a dick doesn't make yours bigger."

"Trust me when I say I need no help in that department," Harvey shot back, though she remained unamused. "Alright, fine. Just-" he had an epiphany. "Just wear something you would wear to work. A nice, simple, but elegant or optionally sexy dress."

"Seriously? This is gonna be the worst night ever." She gave him her infamous eye roll.

"Just trust me. I'm not just a pretty face, you know."