Donna entered Harvey's office, a case file in hand. Harvey was sitting at his glass desk, apparently busy tipping something. But Donna knew Harvey way too well. Something was bothering him.
"Here's the case file you wanted me to get for you!" she said.
Harvey looked up at her. He reached for the case file, but Donna did not let go of it.
"What is bothering you, Harvey?" she asked while giving him her X-rayish look.
"Nothing, Donna. It's nothing."
Harvey answered.
"Uhu", Donna said.
Harvey already knew, that Donna's "Uhu" meant nothing else than "Who are you kidding? Me, or yourself?"
"Really!"
Harvey added.
"Well", Donna said as if they were talking about the weather, "then why is the dimple in your tie too far to the left…again?"
Harvey looked at her.
"That is nonsense!"
"Oh, is it?"
"Well yeah."
"Is this about Mike again?", Donna asked, piercing Harvey with her look.
"No, why would I think about Mike?"
"Well, because you care for him, for one!", Donna said as if what she really wanted to say was "Duh!".
"I don't care for Mike!", Harvey said, admittedly somewhat caught.
"Gotcha!", Donna thought.
"You know Harvey, risking one's job, even committing a crime for another person, that pretty much means you care for that person. Whether you like it or not."
Donna told Harvey.
"Oh, and B the Dub: Sometimes, our feelings get the best of us."
Harvey looked at her, now a grin on his lips.
"Where did you get that?"
Donna looked at him, now also grinning.
"New York Times?"
Harvey raised his eyebrow.
"Ok, so it was Cosmo."
"You read Cosmo?", Harvey asked, now very much amused.
"Hey, I'm a woman, I read magazines! Anyway, the bottom line is: You care for Mike. You are just too afraid to admit it!"
Donna turned around, about to leave the office, when Harvey shouted:
"Donna?"
"Yes, Harvey?"
"Tell me again, why haven't I fired you already?"
"Because if you fired me, I would spill all your dirty little secrets!"
Donna walked out of the office. Harvey looked at her smiling. She really knew him better than he knew himself…
Rachel was breathing heavily. Her desk was flooded with work. Were the others at Pearson Specter even working or were they just passing all the work on to her? Mike hasn't shown up all day. He was probably busy himself, running Harvey's errands or something like that. Rachel shook her head. No, she was not jealous. She had known from the get go that Harvey and Mike were close. That's what happens when two people share a secret. Her cellphone vibrated. Rachel rummaged through the mountains of papers on the desk, looking for it. There it was! She had one new message. She opened it.
"2nite, my place 9? C"
Rachel stood up and looked out of her window onto the sunset. Her guilty conscience was gnawing away at her. How could she do this do Mike?