Hey! Here's a new fic!! It's set after 'The Harriet Dinner' although Matt doesn't have a drug addiction! Please review and let me know what you think!!

Enjoy!!!

Being There For You

Harriet glanced at her watch as she left the studio. It was 8:10pm on Monday, she was happy to finally get home. Things had been strange at work the last few days. She was dating Luke Scott again and she told Matthew that they were over for good. Although they tried to work together still everyone could tell there was some tension between them.

"Miss Hayes."

She turned and smiled at Lenny. He was one of the cleaners, there was something she found a little creepy about him, but otherwise he was pretty harmless.

"Hey, Lenny, how's it going?" She asked, walking towards him.

"Good, I guess... it's my last day today." He told her. "I'm moving to New York."

"Oh, well we'll miss you." She told him. "Good luck."

"Thank you." He smiled. "Hey, can you help me with something?"

"Uh, sure... I guess." She replied.

"Okay, come on."

"Where we going?" She asked as she followed him down an ally beside the studio.

Once they were half way down the ally, he turned and pushed her against the wall.

"What are you doing?" She asked, trying to push him away.

"You know you want this." He told her, pressing his lips against hers hard.

"Get off!" She tried to hit him but he grabbed her arm.

"Shut up!" He ordered.

Harriet kept struggling but he was too strong for her...

Matt left the studio, not really looking forward to going home. He had nothing to do. Harriet was probably out with Luke, even if she wasn't, she wouldn't want to do anything with him. He wasn't sure what Danny was up to but was pretty sure he was with Jordan.

He stopped when he heard a noise in the ally and was about to walk towards his car, that's when he heard it again. Curiosity got the better of him and he headed for the ally, getting concerned when he heard quiet sobs, as he got closer.

He paused when he saw Harriet, sat on the floor, her knees pulled tightly to her chest, sobbing with her head down. He quickly moved to her side but when he reached her, she tried to push him away.

"Hey, its me..." He told her. "It's okay, it's me."

"Matt?" She asked, finally having the courage to look up when she did, more tears fell from her eyes and she threw herself into his arms.

"It's okay." He said holding her. "What's happened?"

She didn't speak, she just held onto him tighter as she cried harder.

"Harriet, you're scaring me." He told her. "What's happened?"

"He... he... he said he wanted help..." She managed to choke out between sobs. "He grabbed me and wouldn't let me go..."

"What?" Matt whispered, fear was creeping over him as he started to work out what had happened. "Did he... did he... rape..."

He couldn't finish the sentence but she didn't need him too.

She nodded slightly. "I was so scared."

"It's okay...I'm here now...I'm not going to let anyone hurt you again." He assured her.

"He wouldn't let me go..." She whispered again, burying her face in his chest.

"Harri, we... we need to get you to the hospital."

"No."

"It'll be okay..." He assured her.

"I can't."

"I'll be there with you." He said. "I won't leave your side."

"You promise?" She asked.

"I promise."

She nodded slightly and let him help her up. He put his arm around her waist as he led her towards his car.

XxXxX

They had checked Harriet out at the hospital and they said there were no physical injuries. Then they had to talk to the police and Matt keep his promise, he didn't leave her for one second.

Once she was allowed home, she said she didn't want to go to her house and he told her, she could stay at his. Harriet glanced at him from the passenger seat as he drove to his house. She really didn't want to be alone and Matt was the only person she left safe around. She knew it really should be Luke or even Jordan or Jeannie but the idea of being alone with someone other then Matt, scared the hell out of her.

Once they were parked in his driveway he turned to look at her.

"Okay?" he asked.

She nodded silently.

"I can call someone if you want." He offered.

"No, I don't... I don't want to be with anyone else." She whispered.

"Okay." he nodded, slightly.

They walked into the house and Matt led her upstairs to the guest room.

"You sure you'll be okay in here?" He asked. "My bed is more comfortable, you can take that and I'll stay here."

"No, this is fine, thank you." She assured him.

"Well, okay...Look, why don't you take a shower or something... and I'll cook some food."

"I'm not really hungry." She told him.

"I know but you should try and eat something."

"I guess..."

"I'll be right downstairs if you need me." He told her. "You know where everything is so just help yourself, okay?"

"Okay..." She nodded. "Matt."

He stopped in the doorway and looked back at her.

"Thank you."

"Believe me, you don't have to thank me." He assured her. He smiled once more before going downstairs.

Harriet sat on the bed for a few minutes, thinking about everything and started to cry again. She finally forced herself to get up and go into the bathroom for a shower. She spent nearly an hour under the hot water, scrubbing her skin but she still felt dirty.

Matt didn't really feel like cooking and decided to make some chicken salad. Whilst he waited for Harriet to come down, he sat at the table, deep in thought.

He couldn't believe this had happened to Harriet. No one deserved this to happen, least of all Harriet. She told him who the guy was and that he used to work at the studio but Matt couldn't remember who he was. Which was kind of a good thing as all he wanted to do now was go out and kill the guy.

He looked up when he heard the door open and was surprised to see Harriet wearing one of his old t-shirts and a pair of his shorts.

"Hey."

"Hi...I hope you don't mind... I didn't have anything else..." She explained the clothes.

"Not a problem." He smiled slightly. "Come on, sit down... I've made some salad, it's not much..."

"It looks good." She said, as he put some on a plate for her.

He watched her as she played with the food on her plate, occasionally taking small mouthfuls until she finally pushed the plate away.

"I'm sorry, I just can manage any more."

"It's okay." He told her, carrying the plates over to the sink.

She watched him, wondering why he was being like this after the way she had treated him lately, especially at her awards dinner.

"Is there anything else you want?" He asked her.

"No, no... I think I'm just going to head to bed." She told him, standing up.

"Uh, yeah, good idea." He nodded but he knew neither of them would get any sleep that night. "I'm just going to finish these dishes."

"Okay, well...night."

"Night." He smiled slightly at her again.

Harriet couldn't relax, every little noise made her jump. After 30 minutes, she heard Matt coming up the stairs and go into his room. She slowly got out of the bed and creped down to his room.

Matt sat up slightly and turned on the light by his bed when he heard the door open.

"Hey, everything okay?" He asked, concerned.

"I didn't want to be alone..." She said quietly. "Can I stay with you tonight?"

"Well, of course..." He told her. "If your sure..."

"Yes." She told him, crawling onto the bed next to him.

"You're sure, you're okay with this?" He asked. "You're not scared."

She looked at him, tears in her eyes again. "I feel safe when I'm with you."

He reached out and gently brushed some tears that had started rolling down her face away with his thumb.

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you again."

"I know." She nodded, moving closer to him.

He wrapped his arms around and kissed the top of her head.

"Thank you." She said, holding him tighter.

"No problem." He whispered.