This is a story about Harvey and Donna. I own nothing, blah de blah. Oh, and I know I don't have the dialogue between them right at the start, but I've been really busy so I din;t have time to get it word for word!

Please review! This is my first fanfic I'm eve considering continuing past 2 chapters, so let me know what you think!

Chapter One - The Other Time

This was the third time he'd been to her apartment. Only a week after he had let her go. A week after the mock trial. A week after he had tried to defend her. He was the first person from Pearson Hardman who had seen her since the mock trial. Not even Rachel had come to visit. Well, to be fair to her, that was to be expected, seeing as she had been called away to Los Angeles when her mum and younger brother were hit by a car 6 days before.

He was just stood there, leaning against his car, in front of her apartment block. She was on her way out to yoga, and she was already running late, but as she kept walking away, he waved at her. She kept on walking, walking away from him, from the memories, and she didn't turn back.

She couldn't stop thinking about him all through yoga. She was angry with him, extremely upset, but even so she couldn't help but hope he was still there when she got back.

He was not.

She went out again the next morning: out for coffee with a few of her old friends from before the time she worked at the DA's office, from before she met Harvey, or Cameron Dennis, or Mike, or Rachel, or Louis or Jessica. Before things started to go wrong.

He was there of course, looking at the magazines in the stand 5 metres from her door. As she walked past, he said "Donna", and she swung around to face him.

"In all the years that we worked together, you've come round to my apartment exactly twice. The god-awful dinner party and the other time. Now you've come around here the same number of times in only 2 days. What the hell are you doing here now?" She asked angrily, though she was struggling not to flash back to the memory of "the other time". That had been a memory which they had both tried their hardest to black out for the sake of professionalism.

"First of all, I happened to enjoy that dinner party" he said jokingly, hoping that she would play along, though more in desperation than in expectation. "And secondly..." he started, before she cut him off.

"Oh, how like you to make a joke at a time like this! And to ignore the other time! You know, I wish you hadn't stuck up for me at the mock trial. Everyone thinks I'm in love with you even though I clearly am not" She looked at the expression on his face, the expression that always told her that he thought she wasnt being very truthful. "Oh my god Harvey, you don;t actually think that I'm in love with you do you? I love you like a brother, or a cousin who you can't wait to see at Christmas but then you can't wait to see them leave. Well, guess what Harvey! Christmas is over for us! I am not in love with you! You even thinking that is childish and pathetic, just like you!" She shouted as she stormed away.

She didn't see him again that day, as he knew better than to persue her. She stayed out for most of the day: after coffee, she went shopping. Nothing like the good old fashioned shoe-therapy to help a woman's problems. She ate out, grabbing a salmon bagel from a street vendor. She did her best to forget about that morning, but it was ard, even for her.

She got back home at about 4:00pm, intending to look at some more jobs on the internet, but before she did, she tried on all her new clothes. There was the new autumn coat, the ballgown for when she next went to the ballet or opera, and, of course, the new shoes.

After she had finished, she opened her vast closet to put everything away. As she pulled open the doors, she gasped. Right in the middle of her closet, at eye level, was a simple but ever so elegant bouquet, with a single, beautiful red rose in the middle, the colour gradually paling to the white roses framing the flowers. They were attatched by a simple red ribbon, with a small envelope on a small silver card holder. She quickly opened the envelope, carefully studying the elegant, handwritten message inside. The three simple words it said:

"Donna, I apologise. H"

Suddenly, she was whisked away into the corridors of her memory.

***5 Years Previously***

"Harvey, you really need to stop buying me drinks. I've got to get to work tomorrow, and I need to get home, and I need to go to bed, and I need to be awake at some point..." she trailed off, as he poured her another glass of wine. They were in a bar, celebrating Harvey's promotion to Junior Partner. He'd been after the promotion for years now, and at long last Jessica saw past his arrogance and had finally promoted him. It was also something to do with how they had finally got Daniel Hardman to leave the firm, giving Jessica the job as managing partner.

"I'm sure your boss will be fine to see you come in late, especially seeing as he has o plans to be in until at least 10 tomorrow" Harvey smiled drunkenly. "Besides, it's his fault you happen to be out here tonight isn't it! It's been so long since you and I have gone out anywhere, just us two, to celebrate anything, so we may as well enjoy it whilst it lasts!"

She knew that how celebratory he was feeling was easily shown by how smart he looked. If he was still wearing his full suit, then there would maybe be one drink. Lose the jacket and it's 2 drinks. When the tie gets loosened, and he undoes his top button, there goes the 3rd drink. When he gets rid of the tie altogether, then it's 4 drinks. When the vest goes, its 5. But now, he had got rid of his tie, vest, and jacket, and he had rolled up his sleeved and had even undone his shirt enough so there was a little bit of chest hair showing. This was definately unexplored territory. However, she had also been drinking a lot, so she could barely keep the scale in her head.

"Harvey, it's 1 in the morning" she complained tiredly. "Just let me go to bed already."

"Fine, but at least let Ray drive you home" he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and texting Ray.

"Okay bossy" she said, poking his nose sharply, making him jump.

When Ray arrived 5 minutes later, they both got in to the back of the Mercedes. She was wearing his jacket and waistcoat, whilst he had his tie around his head. "Donna's place please Ray" he said, stumbling over his words slightly. She didn't bother with a seatbelt, which was a big mistake. As Ray went round a sharp corner, she was thrown across the seats, with her head in Harvey's lap. The both snorted and laughed uncontrollably in sync. They didn't stop until the car pulled to a stop outside Donna's apartment block. Ray opened the door, as Harvey pulled Donna to her feet and carried he up the stairs. He unlocked the door, then sang as he swung her, giggling wildly around the living room.

She was still in his arms when she put her finger to his lips and abruptly ended the song. "You are surprisingly sexy when you aren't in that bloody suit" she said, alcohol spurring her on, making her more confident.

"And you are a hell of a lot braver when you've had a few glasses of scotch" he said, matter-of-factly. "Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"

"That depends, what are you thinking?" she asked quizically.

"I'm thinking about thinking" he said drunkenly, with a philosophical expression on his face.

"I'm thinking about you" she said abrubtly, following up with a kiss on his lips before he had time to process the words. He placed her down carefully on the sofa, lying so he wasn't crushing her. She was being playful with him, hooking her fingers in the belt loops of his trousers, pulling her closer. She rolled over, pulling them both down onto the floor. She broke off the kiss for a second to whisper "Bedroom" softly in his ear. She stood up, pulling him up with her, as she playfully took his hand and pulled him through the door to her bedroom. He slammed the door shut behind them.

***The Morning After***

Lying tangled in her sheets, she woke up slowly, her head banging with her usual hangover headache. She groaned softly, as her memories of the night before slowly started coming back to her. Going out for drinks with Harvey, falling over in his car, him carrying her up the stairs, and them dancing to the drunken songs they sang together. Then came the memories of the kiss, and of what happened afterwards. She groaned again, louder this time, as she slowly came to realise that it wasn't just her sheets she was tangled up in. There was someone else in her bed too: she had her head on his chest, his fingers entwined in her hair, their legs tangled together. "Crap" she muttered under her breath, as she quickly disentangled herself, then went to her closet to pull on some pyjamas and take some paracetemol. It was 5 in the morning after all. She went to her sofa, where she caught a few more hours sleep rather than go back to her bed.

When she woke up again, at about 7 o'clock, she went into the kitchen to grab a banana for her breakfast. Looking at the fridge door, she noticed a small yellow post-it note stuck there. "Take the day off. H" it said, written in an ornate script which she had recognised as Harvey's. She went back into her room, and sure enough, all trace of him was gone. Not even a sock or his tie remained, so she crawled back into bed and slept like a baby.

At 10:00am, she woke up again, fully refreshed. She went and had a shower, then opened her vast closet, where she pulled on an old, baggy cable-knit jumper, skinny jeans and boots, then went for a walk in the park to clear her head.

***Present Day***

She could remember that night, well, morning really, like it was yesterday. Only now she couldn't go for a walk in the park in the mornings, because he would be outside, waiting for her. She hated what he had done to her, and she hated how needy her was being. But the other day, she had told him a massive lie. The biggest lie she had ever told anyone, ever. And that included the lie that she had told Rachel, saying that nothing had ever happened between her and Harvey. It was an even bigger lie than not telling him about that memo.

She told him she didn't love him. That was a lie.

What do you think so far? I'm looking at having a new chapter or two up by next Monday, but thats not a definite thing yet.