"DONNA!" Harvey pounded on the door 206, involuntarily noticing that he was always in front of the door when he needed her for something. They never really stepped into each other's personal lives until necessary. Now, at this moment, twenty three minutes after Evan Smith dropped this big ass bomb on him, he definitely needed her. To explain what the fuck she did.

The door whizzed open, and a relaxed Donna in yoga pants, a harvard sweater with her hair tied in a bun slowly came into Harvey's vision. She looked surprised. momentarily wondering what Harvey wanted so late at night after their big victory.

"Are you here to buy me a new handbag?" she was about to teasingly ask until Harvey cut in with,

"What the fuck did you do, Donna?"

Her smile was immediately washed away.

"W-what?"

He stormed into her apartment, leaving Donna gaping at the door. He was about to lose it.

"Can you explain to me," he seethed, "why Evan Smith has a video of you illegally gathering a shit ton of evidence? PLEASE tell me you had a good reason of being there. PLEASE tell me what you did somehow, magically, isn't illegal, because that video is going to the DA tomorrow."

He whizzed around and was caught off guard by her bewildered look. Interesting, he noted. So I've seen her without a word to say twice now.

"Harvey, I-" her face crumbled. "I just did it to help Mike." she whispered, looking down, body sagging in defeat.

"Well, good job, Donna, because you MAY have helped Mike for the time being, but now that shit's hit the fan and not only you screwed, so are we. In what mind did you think that it was a good idea, putting us in jeopardy and everything? Putting you in danger? How could you think you could just get in there and they wouldn't find out?"

The tears started to fall down her face, but that only made Harvey madder.

"If this brings reason for the SEC to investigate us again, God knows what they'll find this time. And you, you- you might go to prison for doing this, Donna, shit" he resisted the urge to punch her door with his clenched fence. "How could you do this?!!", he ended his rant, throwing his hands up into the air. He felt like he was throwing a temper tantrum.

Donna, at this point, had her face over the lower half of her face and she tried to control her crying. She knew what she had done was risky, but her loyalty to both Harvey and Mike had run so strong there were few things she wouldn't do for them. But now it had gotten her into a huge pile of shit, and she was probably going to lose everything..

Harvey saw all the emotions fixed in her face, and his anger dissipated. Honestly, if he thought it through, he was more pissed at the situation than at her, and he hadn't meant to make her break down like this.

"Donna." She couldn't even look at him.

He sighed, dropping his arms and reaching out to hug her.

The gesture was extremely intimate for them; even in times of her blaming herself for cracking under Louis or finding out about the shady dealings of Stephen Huntley, he had only offered verbal comfort and it seemed like it was enough. But this was beyond all that, and as Donna continued to sob into his shoulder, Harvey ran her hands up and down her back in an attempt to soothe her.

"Hey, since we're already here… I think I'm gonna have to fire you."

"I know," came a muffled response. "I'm gonna have to leave you," she said so softly, Harvey barely heard.

At that moment, Harvey's jaw clenched as he became determined to save her. Nobody left him. He was always a man who protected his own, and Donna was his. He'd find a way to get out her out of this; he had to. After all, like he once said, he couldn't be him without her.