Hey SuitsFans out there!

I started watching Suits couple of months ago and well, I fell love with it an especially with Darvey. I finished season 4 some days ago and I decided to write a story about the last two episodes. This fic will have two or three chapters.

This is the first fic I write in English and it is not my first language. So please don't be too harsh. But I appreciate constructive criticism.

Enjoy it and leave a review!

Comfort

Donna knocked her fourth drink in a row down. To say she was frustrated was an understatement. Distress, helplessness, panic, fear. These feelings were very prominent in her head right now. The horrible situation in which she was brought those feelings to the surface.

Normally Donna was emotionally stable. She was an actress, she was born to play different roles and Donna was great in hiding her feelings. But today she was exhausted and frightened.

Normally she wouldn't sit alone in a bar in the middle of the week and try to drink so much that she wouldn't feel anything. She wanted to be numb.

But what was normal today?

Today was possibly the worst day in her entire life. No. Correction. It was the worst week in her entire life.

Donna was threatened to go to jail and it looked like nobody could fix it. She looked down at her empty shot glass. Well, at least the alcohol seemed like it could fix the mess right now and Donna ordered another drink.

"Joe, I need another one.", she said and she was a little bit proud that her voice wasn't slurred. Joe, the bartender cocked an eyebrow at her. "Are you sure?"

"Come on, you don't want do deny a lady her drink, do you?" Donna asked and she was so determined that Joe didn't say anything and just poured her her needed glass of scotch.

Satisfied Donna sipped at her drink and was pleased as the liquid burned lightly in her throat. It was so familiar and the taste reminded her of so much things which happened in the past. Although the things she remembered weren't really connected to each other, they contained the same people.

Harvey and her.

How many nights had they spent in his office working on difficult cases and sharing some glasses of Macallan? How often had they celebrated after successful trials and won cases?

Donna lost count about these things because it became a habit. These things made them to who they are right now. It built their special relationship alongside their sometimes flirtatious banter and wit. But now their relationship was tensed. Really tensed.

In fact their relationship wasn't quite the same after she was short-time fired more than a year ago. After Harvey got her job back they tried hard or at least she tried hard to bring their old connection back. It nearly worked but it sometimes felt like there was a little gap between them. And she couldn't bridge that gap.

So much happened in the last year. The mock trial where Louis asked her if she loved Harvey. Her relationship with Stephen Huntley. His relationship with Scottie. And now this fucked up situation.

Donna sighed and sipped at her scotch. For one time, for one single time she wanted to be the hero. She wanted to be appreciated for something else than for doing an excellent secretarial job for Harvey. And what happened? She fucked up massively.

But the thing that hurt most was the look in Harveys face as she told him she had done. There was disbelief, anger and disappointment. Donna could deal with Harveys anger, she knew how to soothe him and even if the anger was directed at her she found a way. Disappointment on the other hand wasn't a thing Donna could handle so well. Especially when it comes from Harvey and is directed at her.

When she shredded the document Harvey was disappointed too. But this was even worse. Harvey seemed like he couldn't bear to look at her because she failed. She made an enormous mistake and she brought not just herself in trouble but also the Liberty Rail Case was on the edge of breakdown because of her fault. Because of the fault she made due to her selfish acting.

Three hours ago Donna made the situation even worse.

Harvey had never looked so pissed as she suggested that Louis should take over her case. Of course she knew that he would take this as an insult but she never thought that he would be so offended. But she was right, wasn't she?

Louis showed compassion, he was afraid that she really might go to jail. He hugged her so fiercely that she thought he might break her ribs eventually but he was there for.

Harvey on the other hand…well.

-"I don't have time to comfort you."-

His harsh words stung even now and it was not fair.

Yes, she had made a wrong decision which turned out bad but he had no right to treat her like she was nothing to him. Harvey treated her even worse than his clients. Donna felt like she was a criminal, an enemy and he did nothing to make that better.

She has always been a composed person but when she stood in his office before his desk, she was briefly before a breakdown. Her eyes had filled with tears and her voice had come out shaken because of the fear she felt.

But Harvey had just sat there in his chair with no emotion on his face as she nearly broke out in tears in front of him. Donna thought she knew him. She thought the man she worked 12 years for showed at least a little bit of compassion.

-"The thought of you going to prison makes me wanna drop to my knees."-

Another sigh escaped Donnas throat as she thought about that statement. She begged him to say anything like this and he did. But he didn't do it the way she expected. His voice was cold and distant. His chocolate brown eyes didn't show any emotion.

Donna couldn't say if he truly meant what told her. Well, she hoped he did but she wasn't entirely sure.

Freaking Harvey Specter. Why couldn't he just show his emotions like any other goddamn person?

After twelve years she did everything for him a normal secretary wouldn't do. Hell, she did things for him that go far beyond their relationship.

Donna finished her fifth drink.

She could ask for a little bit comfort from Harvey. After all she did for him she deserved at least that and she would tell him right now.

"Should I call you a cab, Donna?" Joe asked worried as she hopped of the barstool and nearly lost her balance. She drank obviously a little bit too much.

Donna resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Even the bartender she knew for two hours showed worry. But Harvey goddamn Specter didn't. Or couldn't. Whatever. She would sort this thing out with him right now. Although it was in the middle of the night.

"No…thanks Joe. S-see you." She mumbled and made her way out of the nearly empty bar as fast as she could.

Donna couldn't wait for a cab right now. She needs to settle that matter with Harvey right now.