After the finale and the beautiful amount of morning-after fics we're getting, I started thinking how I imagined season 9 could start. And this idea kept spinning into my head and I thought I would share it with you guys! (I actually imagined it as a script, but since that format is not allowed here, I had to give it a bit of more body as a story)

PLEASE, LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK, AND I WOULD LOVE TO CONTINUE THIS, BUT SO FAR THIS IS ALL I GOT, THE MAIN IDEA. 3


*Season 9, episode 1*

The light rays of the early sun hit against Donna's pale legs in the balcony. A lovely, huge balcony with antique patterns in its railing. Beneath her eyes, the traffic started piling up containing people probably going to work, to school, college, and many other places that she felt external to.

She could say that she had never been happier than today. There is always some perfect moments in life; no matter what happens after them or before them, in those perfect moments, there is nothing you would change, and there is complete fullness. It's seven a.m., the sun is just starting to peek out of the sky, It's scattered, and the clouds have a cotton flakes shape.

It's their second day in Paris, they arrived yesterday night, and she was honestly in cloud nine. Despite the many years working for such a powerful firm and earning that amount of money, she had never been to France. It was a pendant destination for her and her mother, who she called before travelling. She told her she felt bad for getting to know the city without her; her mother told her not to worry at all, and enjoy every second. I already know the city, darling, don't you worry about me. You're getting to know it with someone who makes you unbelievably happy. I haven't met him yet, but I do know you, my love, and I can read your voice tone. You're crazy about him, aren't you? said her wise, rational and loving mother. Oh mommy, I've been crazy about him for years, she replied. Oh, that one?, she heard her mother giggling, those giggles a mother gives you when they know something you don't. Or the classic scenario where they know you're gonna end up acting some way you say you weren't going to.

That was the day before yesterday. Last night, around nine p.m., they landed at Charles De Gaulle, and they were taken immediately to their hotel. He was the one who chose the hotel; he knew what she liked and the second they got in, she indeed fell in love. It was one of the best and finest in the whole city, and also one with a lot of history. It was fanciness everywhere, but you could feel that bit of an oldie thing in the wallpapers, the railings of the staircases and, the most wonderful thing, the room.

Now she was there, at the wide balcony, in her old pink silk negligee, her hair down and messy, feeling her skin getting goosebumps because of the slightly cold wind. She turns around and peeks through the partly opened sliding door: he's still asleep. No need to rush, though, they won't meet with the possible new client until tomorrow. They got themselves a few extra days to play lovers in the city of love. They were there to convince a master brand to hire them, and he knew she was going to like the mission; Cartier. It would only take a day, probably, but they arranged to stay for a whole week. He told her he was going to give her the best week she's ever had. Of course, she had no clue of what he had planned, but she could have a few ideas.

Their firm may have a lot of money to spend, but each dollar had to be justified. So, when Harvey was assigned to this, he asked Louis if he could bring Donna. Louis had no idea about them yet, of course, but Harvey tried to manage saying that Donna would help him get the client, that she had never known France and that she would love to meet the heads of Cartier. Still, he didn't need Donna to get a new client, never did, and neither should now. Louis already smelled something was going on… but he saved his suspicions for himself, because he thought he would figure it himself once they got back. Although, Harvey thought, he practically gave him and Donna up by asking what he asked.

Do you think he knows? She asked. Not sure, but what I asked for wasn't certainly the most usual thing.

It doesn't matter. She couldn't care less right now. She was hungry, and for many things. It was still very early, and they had the whole day ahead of them, she could go back to bed.

They would be in Paris for a whole week. Her mind could only fly.